Every gasp and sigh, every tremor of tension is praise to him, a sign that he's doing well. Percival loves feeling his husband shift and squirm beneath him, trying to both avoid losing his position on the couch while also encouraging Percy's mouth and hands.

He can also feel the way Essek tries to resist what's coming. The way he draws his hips back subtly, like that might stave it off. Percy slides his other arm around his husband's back, keeping him right where he is. He keeps up his teasing a little while longer, then lifts his head so that he can guide Essek's cock back into his mouth. When his fingers replace his tongue this time, it is with the intent to give his mate what he needs.

Two push in easily, rubbing against fluttering walls that have been tightening around nothing until now. He strokes in and out, fucking Essek the way he couldn't quite with only his tongue. He presses carefully each time they slide deep, rubbing against Essek from the inside.