Essek is exceptionally beautiful when he's undone. Maybe that comes from the fact that Percy knows so few have seen him like this - possibly no one else, given the talks they've had. He knows this is a privilege and he cherishes what Essek has given him - what they've found with each other. He is reminded, daily, that all of this might be very different if but for a handful of moments.

"Do you know how perfect you are?" he pants, voice heavy and breathless. "How exquisite--Essek--"

Percival adores this man, worships him, and right now he wants nothing more than to ravish him and breed him until neither of them are capable of moving. He can feel the ache in his knot when it sinks into Essek, the slick, velvety passage tightening around him to keep him where he is. He leans down to kiss his husband's soft, slack mouth. Gods, the things he would do for this man--

He breathes in sharply as Essek shivers apart beneath him. The sweet, tight sound of his voice as he whimpers and the grip of his thighs, his hands, his cunt, make Percy feel dizzy. He drives as deep as he can on every thrust, no longer able to pull out quite as much as his knot swells further. Percival doesn't think he could stop if he wanted to right now, caught in the intense, demanding momentum of his need, his rut. It's only seconds later that he feels the pressure that makes him realize he can't pull out again and the growl that escapes him is half frustration and half relief.

Percy moans sharply, head bowed as the tension in him builds and snaps. He grips Essek's hand and thigh tightly, keeping their bodies close together as he keeps grinding against his husband even as he comes, cock throbbing with each pulse. He's panting hard, too dazed to even give proper praise. His mouth slides over the elegant line of Essek's ear and he bites at the lobe, unable to think at all. It should be terrifying how easily this man renders him mindless, but right now it only tells him that his mate is the perfect choice for him.