Percival remains braced over his husband, arm locked as the other hand stills and rests gently on Essek's slim waist. His thumb strokes over the soft, dark skin and for a moment all he can do is breathe. Essek is beautiful beneath him and Percy can feel the throb of his cunt as he winds down from his second orgasm in short succession. It takes effort not to just collapse on the smaller body beneath him - if he does, it may take even longer for either of them to move.

A weak, breathless laugh escapes him when he hears Essek's voice. Percival leans down to press a gentle kiss between his sharp shoulder blades.

"Good morning, lover," he murmurs sweetly.

Percy has to wait a while longer for his knot to go down, but as soon as he's certain he can pull out without hurting either of them, he does. He sits back, leg folded beneath him, rather than dropping down next to Essek the way he wants to. He rubs a gentle hand down Essek's back. Percy wants to go to him. He wants to taste him, to caress and stroke him until both of them are ready again. But it must wait or they will never leave this room.