Though his coordination is slightly compromised, Essek still manages to roll onto his side as Percy draws him along with him. His thigh shifts higher up over his hip to accommodate the new position, and all the movement while he's still full of cock has his inner muscles squeezing and fluttering again, which feels good enough to be distracting. But they settle, and he relaxes.

"I can use Sending," he murmurs, "to alert them. In the morning, perhaps." The less face-to-face interaction while they are both consumed by this the better, he thinks.

Almost idly, his fingers trace up and down Percival's arm, admiring the musculature and enjoying the quiet tenderness between them in this lull. "We will be home soon," he assures, gentle and encouraging. "But I am proud of how you behaved yourself tonight. That could have gone much worse."