Percy stills to avoid hurting either of them when he realizes he can't pull out again. He sinks down over Essek, moving just enough to ensure that he is pressed deep as his husband's thighs squeeze against his sides. It's satisfying to hear Essek go quiet and to know it's because he's getting what he wants and what he needs. What his body demands. Percival nuzzles the wizard's pale hair and murmurs soft affection there as he tries to catch his breath.

"Better?" he asks at last, the smile obvious in his voice and clear on his face as he lifts his head. Percy braces himself comfortably on his forearms, keeping his full weight from Essek and also leaving his hands free to touch and caress his husband's hair and face. His thumb caresses the delicate line of a pointed ear.

This feels more satisfying than their quick coupling in the tub, perhaps because he can feel how much Essek has relaxed in getting this. He gives his husband a lazy kiss and strokes his cheek.