"Essek--" Percy moans his husband's name as he lifts up, then drops down like that to take him deep again. He tries to get one of his feet planted so that he can thrust up into the needy body above him, wanting desperately to fuck his mate.

"You feel perfect," he pants, straining against the spell again as if he might truly be able to fight the gravity that holds him in place. Somewhere in the back of his fevered mind he recalls the first time he let Essek do this, grateful his husband did not spring it on him without warning. There is still so much of his past he hasn't shared, but he's given Essek his trust time and again and he has not seen it abused. He loves this man. And in moments like this, he feels he would do anything for him.

"Do you know how much I ache to touch you? How difficult it was for me to walk away when I caught your scent that morning? I lingered outside your door far longer than I should have, wanting nothing more than to go to you."