Essek tangles their legs together as he's drawn against his husband, hands sliding up his chest to cup his face again. He relishes every one of these kisses, and his thumb strokes a stubbled cheek as Percival thanks him. Light, this sweet man. How does he deserve someone like this?

Leaning into his touch, he whispers back, "I am not sure what I have done that is so worthy of praise. But I am glad that you appreciate my rashness."

He kisses Percy this time, fingers trailing up to brush over his adorably rounded ears.

"A few more hours, then." He'll need a little more rest before he can cast teleport, anyway.