All of the need and frustration Essek had built up and pushed down during the remainder of the party comes to bear now, and his perfect mate does everything he can to satisfy him. Grasping his hair and holding him exactly where he wants him with a hand on the back of his neck, Essek fucks his mouth, gasping softly and shamelessly seeking pleasure as he rubs his cock across his tongue. His cunt grips Percy's fingers all the while, walls fluttering as though to pull them deeper.

"So good for me, Percival," he whispers, just one part of a string of quiet, eager praise in Common and Undercommon alike. "And mine--all mine."

That molten heat ripples through him, spreading, consuming. He is tight, hot, desperate. The carriage rolls on, the sound of the wheels on Westruun's streets a background to Essek's noises of bliss. He comes apart only when it feels like he can't get any tighter, and the release has his hips snapping up and his back arching as his cock jerks between his husband's lips, spending into his warm mouth.