"For you, darling," he murmurs against Essek's neck. Feeling his husband relax in his arms is a thrill Percy never anticipated. He strokes slick, clenching walls and sighs heavily, pressing his head against Essek's. The way his husband moves his hips stokes the heat pooling in him, making clear his desperation.

Percy adjusts their position carefully, sinking down more as he pulls Essek into his lap. His fingers slip out long enough to manage that, and to adjust himself so that his cock can rest against Essek's cunt. Percy holds himself against the drow, once again refusing to offer penetration but firmly reminding Essek of what he really wants. His other arm slides back around the wizard's smaller body, hugging him close.

"Are you sure you want just my fingers," he murmurs as they brush between his folds, just teasing Essek's entrance.