Percy keeps his eyes open, keeps then locked on Essek as his husband leans back, pulling himself on desperate display as beautiful filth falls from his mouth. He's entranced with the sight of his cock filling his mate, with the way the knot forces Essek to accommodate - far, far better to feel it than it was to just watch it happen with a toy. Every milking squeeze of velvety walls around him makes him feel even deeper the need to fuck.

He feels the spell release. Percival had forgotten it depends on Essek's concentration to hold, though he has certainly exploited distracting the wizard in the past. The moment his hands are free, Percy pushes himself forward, sinking deep into his husband as he lands on top of him. As worked up as he is, he can't remember if there is a somatic component to the spell, but just in case, he grabs and pins both of Essek's hands to the bed to ensure the wizard does not have use of them.

It's easy to fuck Essek the way he wants to - the way he needs to - now that he's able to overpower his smaller mate again. And he's quite certain that Essek is too fargone to think of trying to trap him again, anyway. He drives into Essek until he can't anymore. Percy moans sharply as he gives a final thrust and doesn't pull out again, his entire body tensing in the delirious rush of relief that comes with his orgasm. He drops his head low, biting Essek's neck and shoulder as he comes. He doesn't quite stop moving: he can't pull out, but that doesn't stop him from grinding against his mate, offering friction and pressure as much as he still can.