He tries to focus on the scratch and scrape of Essek's nails through his hair. Percy's voice is muffled against his mate's neck as he moans, shuddering beneath Essek as soft walls tighten and squeeze around him. It's hard to find that place in his mind that lets him float a bit, not detached from this, but not quite as intensely wrapped up in it. Otherwise he will come, there will be no stopping it.

So Percival tries to breathe as steadily as he can and he wraps his arms around Essek as much as he can without hindering his husband's movements. He bites harder on his mate's neck - harder than he means to - when he feels another wave of tension through his husband's cunt. So he makes himself let go. He sucks hard, then releases the spot he's bruised in favor of pressing his brow against Essek's shoulder.

"Darling," he gasps out, not quite begging. Percy manages to let go of Essek's back and he reaches between them to offer gentle attention to his husband's soft cock. Essek doesn't seem interested in getting hard again, but Percival knows this will feel good. And gods, he wants to encourage another orgasm.