Essek is thankful that Percival requires no further conversation, as he doesn't know if he would be capable of much more. Instead he begins fucking him again wordlessly, and Essek falls back into communicating through sighs and moans, nails catching in and raking through short white hair, and tightening muscles, both intentional and reflexive.

Unsurprisingly, his building pleasure crests soon after his mate's growing knot begins plunging in and out of him. He is still riding high on the lingering waves of his orgasm, his cunt tight and twitching, when it swells up fully inside him and Percival gathers him close as he comes. Though he'd been nearly silent when his own peak hit, Essek gasps as he feels the heavy throb of his husband's cock.

The intensity seems to drain from Percy with his orgasm, for now, as he all but collapses over him, holding himself up just enough not to smother Essek under his body. Essek's heart is beating so hard he can hear it in his own ears, and he is still clinging to the man over him in every sense. Slowly, his hands move to rub down Percival's back, making wide, soothing circles. His chin tilts just enough to press his lips to his cheek. No words required.