After his fingers leave him, Essek sinks back into Percy's lap, and into a warm, weary kiss. His recurring arousal is sated for the time being, and he feels content in the pleasant heaviness of his body, though his husband continues to smell incredibly appealing. He cradles Percival's jaw between his hands as he pulls back enough to look at him, lips curling up faintly at one corner.

"As are you." He bestows another short kiss and reaches between them. He's careful not to touch the other man's covered erection directly as he buttons him back into his trousers, but some contact is unavoidable. "You have been so very good for me, my clever boy."

His lips stray to the corner of Percival's mouth, then to his cheek, before pulling back to catch his eye, affectionate but expectant. "You will be again tomorrow as well, won't you? I want to let you have your release, but you will have to earn it one more time."