Percival tries to hold back a quiet groan as Essek guides his hand between his thighs. His fingers brush over his husband's cock, but it is his wet cunt that earns the sound. He leans closer as he rubs against and between his folds, teasing at his entrance without fully penetrating. But gods he wants to, desperately. But he will most certainly forego the sweet suggestion Essek's made if he goes too far with this now.

The drow smells good and Percy nudges against his neck, kissing and gently biting him there.

With a soft, frustrated sound, Percival pulls back, then presses his husband onto his back, quickly straddling his slender frame. He reaches to brush his slick fingers over Essek's lips, entreating them to part.