Percy is already hard, and his arousal aches. He knows he may not have release today. It has been an exercise in control since Essek delivered his command, but he is still eager for his husband's praise. And there is something--cathartic in it. Even in this, Percy has had choice taken away from him.

He strokes more deliberately along Essek's slit, teasing between his folds but offering no penetration even as he tries to spread the wetness there. Percival sighs when he feels the scrape of sharp teeth over his lip. He breaks the kiss and gives Essek an adoring look. He loves this man, loves what they've become to each other, loves the gentle swell of his belly that promises a future together. Percy gets another kiss, then pulls away so he can lower his head. He guides Essek's cock into his mouth with another quiet sound.

His thumb sweeps lower, rubbing over and around Essek's opening without pushing in, teasing them both.