Leiland's desperation was intoxicating, but Percival didn't want to push him too far too fast. This would be overwhelming enough without him taking Leiland too far out of his comfort zone. He could be patient. Ease him into what they both so clearly wanted. Of course, that didn't mean he stopped immediately. No, he was enjoying this. But he slowly eased the kiss until he finally pulled back to put some space between them.
"There you are," he said lowly, looking at the now far more tangible form of Leiland. "That's a good boy." He brought a hand up and stroked Leiland's hair, trying to gentle the experience. "Just breathe. There you go. Breathe in. That's good."
"How do you feel?" he asked, once Leiland had a chance to catch his breath.