Percival's hands hold Essek's hips and sides as his husband straddles him and sets to his task, in part to keep from interfering or helping. His jaw tightens briefly as the drow's elegant fingers tease his cock through his clothes in the process of removing them. His hands tighten as Essek draws his cock out, hard and aching and flushed.

He is silent as his mate sinks down on him, but his entire body shudders as the wet, perfect, welcoming heat of Essek's cunt surrounds him. His breathing changes, hard and sharp, but still even. And as his husband settles, Percy drops his head forward, gently pressing it to Essek's shoulder. The pleasure sweeps him up and he turns his head, mouth open against Essek's neck - his husband's scent and taste are intoxicating this close. Percy's thighs spread more, and without being asked he rocks up into his mate, ensuring that he is as deep as they both want him.

Percy's hands bunch the soft fabric of Essek's dress and robes, trying to focus on the texture there in a weak attempt to draw some of his attention away from his cock.