There it is. Percival feels the flutter low in his body, feels heat start to creep into his face. The thought of Essek holding onto him, keeping him in control. He knows his husband's will is iron when he wants it to be and Percy trusts it. Trusts him. And even if there is nothing kind in the drow's smile, Percival still finds himself yielding to it.

There's a moment of hesitation, like he is seriously considering what it means to go to his knees before an omega - even his omega. What it means for him to belong to Essek. But then he feels that pull, the pressure of force drawing him toward the place Essek points. His gaze flicks up to meet his husband's and he is once again impressed by what his mate is capable of.

Percival moves then. He eases from the chair and, as fluidly as he can manage, he goes to his knees in front of Essek. The feeling of pressure stops once he's there, like a reward.

"Here?"