Essek is overwhelmed, but in the best way. He holds nice and still so his husband can work his cock into his willing mouth, rubbing across his tongue and against his cheeks and holding his hair to fuck deeper. He's flushed from his face all the way down his chest, and so quietly gratified by Percival taking his pleasure with him this way.

His half-lidded eyes, growing a little glazed as his arousal burns through him, refocus as his husband speaks, promising exactly what he wants in a way that is delightfully lewd for being so straightforward. He whines, the needy, eager sound muffled by Percival's cock. His nails dig in harder, dragging, encouraging, grasping tight at his ass.

Light, he needs it so badly--all of it, everything. His cunt throbs, and he is so empty he aches, and he whimpers again, sucking almost desperately on his husband's cock.