That permission - that encouragement - is exactly what he wants to hear. Percy sighs against Essek's neck as his husband moves in his lap, trying to encourage more. The position doesn't give him exactly what he wants, though, and so before Essek can squirm too much, he moves. He keeps one arm around Essek, trying to stay inside him as he guides the drow forward until he's braced against the edge of the tub. Percival braces his forearm there, allowing Essek to lean into it rather than the lip of the tub, and he shifts so that his knees are braced against the sides. Not perfect, but better. If nothing else, it gives him more control and it lets him sink deeper.

He gives them both a few seconds to adjust into the new position before he rolls his hips. Percy bows his head as he fucks Essek the way he's wanted to since setting eyes on him again.

"Essek--" He moans his husband's name, voice tight as he grinds into him. "You feel perfect, my darling."