He presses a kiss to Essek's back and runs a hand over his hip. Gods, he's beautiful. Percy knows what he's meant to be doing, but he leans low to run his tongue along the slit of his husband's cunt, tasting them both. Perhaps that was a mistake, he immediate feels a sharp kick to keep going, to eat Essek out until he's gasping and mewling on the bed. But he has other ways of doing that.

Percival works up some saliva and takes the first few inches of the toy into his mouth to wet it. Essek is plenty wet and already stretched, so he doesn't spend much time on it. He does take a moment longer than necessary to just look at Essek, drinking him in. Percy never knows what to think of weighty things like fate, but he does known that Essek has brought so much possibility into his life that he did not dare dream of wanting before.

He rubs the slick head of the toy between Essek's folds, teasing his entrance just for a moment before he gently pushes it in, inch by inch. He draws it back a little, then thrusts it deeper until the knot near the base is rubbing against Essek's cunt.

"How's that, love? Are you ready for it?" he asks as if he doesn't already know the answer. Percival brushes another kiss to Essek's back, then leans back again to see how Essek's cunt spreads around the toy.

"Gods, look at you, of course you are," he murmurs. "You're perfect."

And with that, he eases the knot of the toy in with a firm little thrust.