Percival trusts Essek. From a marriage built on cold alliance to this had seemed so unlikely, but he trusts Essek. He knows that a failure here will not change anything between them, but Percy will be disappointed given his effort so far. He wants to meet this challenge. Some base part of himself wants to prove that he is and can be everything Essek asks of him. Even if it means not coming for days when his husband smells divine and has his own sharp needs.

When he hears that soft, breathless reassurance and encouragement, he wraps himself in it. He knows how it feels when Essek is nearing his peak and a startled sound escapes him when his husband suddenly moves and pulls off him. His aching cock twitches in protest, or perhaps simply in reaction to the sudden exposure to cooler air. Percy worries he might have done something wrong, but then--ah. He nods and leans up to kiss his husband hard as three fingers push into Essek's wet cunt, immediately feeling the urgent wave of tension.

Percy fucks his mate as he needs and deserves, breaking the kiss to pant against Essek's neck as he feels the other man start to shiver apart in his arms. He murmurs soft, breathless encouragement as slick walls try to milk his fingers.