"Essek--" Percy tries to cut back a groan, voice tight as his husband makes his demands clear. His jaw gets tight as he withdraws his fingers. "Get your arms around my neck, darling."

It's no hardship for him to grab Essek by the back of his thighs and get him into the position he needs - easier still if the wizard has his floating cantrip going. Percival reaches down to guide himself, mind clouded with the urgency he feels and the scent of his mate. With a bit of coordination, he can finally push in. Essek is tight around him, but yielding, and Percy pushes his face against his husband's neck to muffle the sharp moan rising in his throat.

Essek always feels good, but the perfect, slick heat of him just makes Percy need him more. His hand slides to grip his husband's thigh, keeping it against his hip as he gives a thrust, making sure that he's buried.

"Of course you can," he sighs, sounding almost relieved to have at least this. To know that Essek is his and that his mate wants everything he has to give. "My beautiful, perfect husband--"

His praise comes with heavier breathing and Percival adjusts their position slightly to make it easier to fuck Essek the way he needs to.