Percy drinks in every second of Essek touching himself. Now and then he spares his other hand to help. His calloused thumb strokes over his lover's nipple after Essek's pinched it sore; his hand slides lower to curl around Essek's cock for a few encouraging strokes.

In careful Undercommon, he says, "I believe in you, husband."

He's actually startled when Essek pushes his hand away, insisting that he doesn't want to wait longer. Percival's cock gives an answering throb when Essek rolls onto his knees and lifts his hips. He can see the base of the toy nestled against Essek's cunt and he doesn't bother to hold back a quiet groan.

"Oh kallis, no one on this earth could resist you," he murmurs, his voice heavy as he he moves closer. He pauses long enough to use more oil on his cock - even if Essek is quite prepared, it'll help when his knot comes.

Percival presses close, getting his knees between Essek's to push them farther apart. It never stops being a thrill the way he can cover his husband's smaller body and he leans low to brush a kiss to Essek's shoulder. He braces one hand against the bed as the other guides his cock - he doesn't bother to tease either of them and his breath catches as he pushes in. Just as before, he's slow and careful, and Percy mutters a few curses when he feels the press of the toy filling Essek's cunt.

"Oh darling," he whispers. "You magnificent thing." His hand slides over Essek's hip and thigh in a gentle, encouraging caress.