Percy mutters a handful of curses, but he slides back and away from Essek so he can fully undress, leaving everything in a pile on the floor. His glasses get pushed up onto his head and that is all he bothers with before he returns to the bed. His cock is aching and Essek's scent is making him lose his mind.

He eases back onto the bed without hesitating. Rather than immediately climbing over his husband, however, Percival sinks down. His hand strokes over Essek's beautiful cock before he slides it into his mouth. He moans quietly as he bobs his head down, taking Essek as deep as he can. Gods he tastes good, and here so close to him, the scent of his skin and his slick is all that matter. He draws his head back with a suck and pushes two fingers into Essek's cunt. Percival pops off his husband's cock with a soft gasp, then lowers his head to lick soft, swollen folds. His fingers stroke in and out, knowing that Essek really doesn't need the preparation but wanting to indulge them both, to make him feel good.

Percival knows neither of them have much in the way of patience. He feels--a kind of urgency he hasn't felt in years; not even during Essek's last heat. He wants to devour this man, his omega, he wants every part of him, desperately.