Percival loses control, which he only tenuously had in the first place, the moment he hears Essek begging to be bred.

He pushes hard into his husband as soft, slick walls clench around him. His knot swells, grinding against Essek's opening before he finally pushes it in. It's able to slip free just a few times before they're locked together. Percy shudders as he comes hard; he lets go of Essek's cock in favor of looping his arm tight around his husband's chest, holding him close. He pants for breath as his cock pulses inside Essek, giving everything the drow's body demands.

Percy bows his head, nuzzling gently against Essek's neck. He's dizzy with his release, quick and urgent as it was. His arm slips from around Essek, allowing his smaller body to sag against the bed, still knotted to him. His hand is gentle as it strokes over the wizard's side and back, offering comfort after such a quick tumble.

He hopes it's enough to keep his head clear until they can get back to Whitestone.