A small tremor runs through him when Essek answers that he needs Percival to stay like this. He's close enough that the wizard could likely feel it. The wolf hiccups on a breath as Essek shifts beneath him and, without thinking, he pushes his hips right up against the curve of his ass, just to make sure there is absolutely no risk of separating. As if there could be while he's still locked inside.

It means something to hear Essek talk like this. Percy knows what independence has meant for Essek and he understands deeply the vulnerability of attachment. But here he is, confessing these probably overwhelming feelings while he is pinned beneath the body of a beast who is also his husband. Percy shifts, turning one great, articulated paw over so that he can cradle the back of Essek's head. He doesn't have much finesse, but he can do this.

He gives the man a fond look, admiring him and wishing again that he could just kiss Essek the way that he wants to.

Is that blasphemy, talking about our souls this way? It's nothing more than a gentle tease, filled with affection. I love you.