Percy bows his head to keep it near Essek's. He breathes in sharply as elegant fingers brush the base of his cock where he thrusts into his husband, trying to fill him each time. Essek always knows how to work him up with words alone, having the slick, perfect heat of the drow's cunt around him as he hears them is almost too much.

He doesn't think he'll last like this, not with the sharpness and suddenness of the feeling in the base of his spine or the ache building in his core. He wants to breed Essek, feeling the urge the most intensely he has since Essek's heat. There's a faint swell at the base of his cock, not a full knot but certainly the threat of one as he plunges deep again. He nuzzles against Essek's neck, bites his ear as his grip tightens on Essek's dark thighs.

Vaguely aware that this will truly be quick, Percy lets go of one thigh so that he can get his hand around Essek's cock instead.