Though the immediate need has passed for the time being, Essek's arousal hasn't entirely tapered off. The slow thrust of Percival's fingers still feels good, and he seems to be taking some pleasure in doing it. Essek's head tips back against the seat behind him, relaxed, but there is heat in his eyes when his husband looks up at him.

"Yes."

Simple, quiet, and firm. He knows he doesn't need to say anything more to be obeyed.

Between them, preconceived notions of roles and dynamics have never mattered. Except when he permits it himself, Essek could never be called submissive. Evidence overwhelmingly suggests that this is something Percival finds attractive about him. Essek, meanwhile, finds his alpha's eagerness to bend to him and the occasional game to challenge him thrilling. And why shouldn't it be so? Percival worships him either way.

"Use your tongue," he adds. Though his cock doesn't rise again, another orgasm, quiet but intense, washes through him before they reach their destination.