Percy doesn't hesitate. It's a command rather than begging, but he doesn't care. He nuzzles against Essek's neck as two fingers push into the perfect heat of his cunt. He exhales heavily and bites Essek's shoulder, trying not to do it too hard. His fingers stroke in and out and he feels himself throb in response to how slick his husband is.

"Gladly," he manages, not in the purr he wanted it to be but still more together than he feels. He wants to push Essek forward and plunge into him, but he wants to hear his husband ask for it.

"God, I love you," he sighs against Essek's skin. He lets his fingers slip out so that he can slide his hand higher, giving Essek's cock a few gentle strokes before his fingers slip back between his folds.