Essek whimpers again as Percival withdraws that last time, leaving his mouth completely. The ache of emptiness only gets worse. He feels like he's vibrating out of his own skin, so keyed up he can barely think. Right there in front of him, Percival's cock is shiny and slick with his spit, and he licks his swollen lips at the sight of it. He feels pinned, put on display, but he absolutely loves to know that his husband is admiring him as he leans into the hand cupping his face.

"I need you to fill me. Fuck me until you come inside me, as many times as it takes."

He answers without hesitation, his smooth voice heated and heavy and eyes like a gravity well, dark and endless, rimmed by white lashes.

"I need you, husband. I need you." His hands leave Percival's body as one finally drops between his own legs, bypassing the swollen length of his cock to rub through his dripping folds. But his own touch isn't what will satisfy him, and it only makes his craving worse, hips twitching up with a gasp.