Percy rests his other hand on Essek's thigh, absently stroking his warm skin. He keeps his fingers where they are: he swears it takes the sharper edge off now that he can feel the perfect warmth of his husband's cunt around him, even if it isn't his cock that's buried. He opens his eyes slowly and looks up at Essek. His face is probably a mess, but he doesn't care.

"If I start more now, I don't know that I'll be able to stop," he says with a small, adoring smile. "And while I will happily fuck you senseless in the back of this carriage, I don't think this is where you want to spend the night."

He moves his fingers slightly, spreading them just a bit. Percy does worry that if they get started here, if he truly fucks Essek here, he might be lost to his rut entirely. Right now, at least, he feels somewhat clear-headed and he knows that Essek can keep him in line.