Percival sits back on his heels as Essek rearranges his robes, covering himself again. Once Essek is settled, Percy rests his hand on his covered thigh, just to have some contact. He can't help but notice his husband's attention drifting lower. His cock throbs in response to Essek's attention, even if he makes no move to touch Percy or offer him any relief. Percy doesn't ask for it.

He gives Essek's question the consideration it deserves. His thumb rubes over the velvet and, eventually, he gives a small nod.

"It still feels good," he answers. "I do hit a point of frustration. Denying myself on the verge of orgasm often enough is--not painful, so much as it aches. The arousal doesn't go down as quietly as it might had I not been touched."

At no point does his tone suggest complaint: he is dutifully reporting his experience, answer the question Essek has asked him with the details he thinks his husband would find most relevant. Percy sinks closer again, draping his arms over Essek's thighs.

"I will always take pleasure in fucking you, darling."