Essek can tell that it is taking a truly impressive amount of restraint on his husband's part to unclasp his dress rather than simply flip it up again and have him as he is. He hopes that restraint proves as worthwhile as he thinks it will. They will both appreciate bare skin more.

The whisper of dark fabric sliding off his body is drowned out by his own gasp as he's dragged back against Percival in practically the same motion. His scent overtakes any other, even in this new space, and Essek shivers, feeling the heady response from his own body. His feet don't quite touch the floor, still suspended by his magic, which means that he can tilt his hips and grind back into him at an angle that would normally unbalance him and send him toppling. The control of gravity is a truly beautiful thing. His bare cunt drags along the hot, stiff length of his husband's cock through his smalls. He can feel the two of them together soaking the thin fabric between them, barely a scrap keeping him from rutting into him just like this.

"All right, my love," he breathes. Very quickly, his orgasms in the carriage have become obsolete. He is aching again, his walls clenching with nothing inside him, and only one thing will see him satiated. "I am very impressed with your patience. Take what you wish."