Percival's attention sharpens as his husband turns toward him. He can't help the heated look he gives Essek as he recounts sucking his cock - or making a very good effort to do so.
"Is that so?" he murmurs, eyes darker as he reaches to pull Essek closer still. "I suppose I can indulge you, if that's what you're craving."
A grin creeps across his face and he catches the back of Essek's neck to draw him into a kiss. He can't resist that soft, smirking mouth, and he certainly can't resist the idea of burying himself there as much as Essek can tolerate. His memories of the last few days are more fuzzy than he'd like, but they usually are in the day after. Some will clarify as he gains distance, others will fade. But he doesn't think he could ever forget the feeling of Essek's much smaller body beneath him, taking him, wanting him.
"Far be it from me to deny you." His voice is heavy and warm as they part again.
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"Is that so?" he murmurs, eyes darker as he reaches to pull Essek closer still. "I suppose I can indulge you, if that's what you're craving."
A grin creeps across his face and he catches the back of Essek's neck to draw him into a kiss. He can't resist that soft, smirking mouth, and he certainly can't resist the idea of burying himself there as much as Essek can tolerate. His memories of the last few days are more fuzzy than he'd like, but they usually are in the day after. Some will clarify as he gains distance, others will fade. But he doesn't think he could ever forget the feeling of Essek's much smaller body beneath him, taking him, wanting him.
"Far be it from me to deny you." His voice is heavy and warm as they part again.