Percival stares at the place their bodies meet, his fingers buried deep and Essek's spreading himself open. His cock throbs and he groans - almost growls - and leans down to lick up the length of Essek's cock as it stirs.

"Gods, you are perfect," he murmurs, voice heavy. His other hand slides down to guide Essek's cock into his mouth. It doesn't matter if he isn't fully hard, or if he doesn't reach that at all. He loves this and he knows he can make Essek feel good.

Percy indulges himself for a few more seconds, then slowly withdraws his fingers. With a final suck, he lifts his head so that he can position himself better. He strokes himself with his slick fingers. He knows how ready Essek is and so he doesn't hesitate to guide himself into his husband. He fills Essek with a firm thrust and a moan of relief. The wizard is so hot and wet and perfect, and Percival momentarily can't imagine wanting to pull out again. He remembers the urgency of Essek's heat, and the possibility that they will be fully aligned in their needs...

He grinds against Essek, drawing back just enough to feel the slick friction before he sinks in again. Percy's hand slides to cradle Essek's cheek. He doesn't want to miss a second of this.