Essek's lips curl with a faint smile. With that confirmation, he allows them both a quiet moment as his body settles. His hand strokes through Percy's hair until he moves, slipping his fingers from his cunt and giving a parting lick that makes Essek shiver all over again.

Unsubtly, his gaze flickers down to the front of his husband's pants. He could. But should he? Percival has been so good, and however it may seem, Essek isn't doing this as a punishment, or even for the sake of denying him. It is to test his resolve and his commitment to bending to Essek's authority, even when it is difficult.

"I am," he confirms loftily. There is a heavy pause where Essek seats himself more comfortably on the couch again and rearranges his robes before he asks with genuine curiosity, "Do you also find fucking me enjoyable when you aren't permitted to finish? Does it still feel good, or does the frustration outweigh the pleasure?"