Essek grasps for a hold on Percy's arm to steady himself as he's guided into a new position, knees spreading further where they rest against the bottom of the tub. He lets out a sharp, ragged breath. The hot water around them stirs and sloshes, some of it over the edge, as his husband finally starts to fuck him the way they've both been craving.

Hearing Percival moaning his name and praising him is nearly as good as the more direct pleasure of his cock pressing deeper inside him. Nearly. He feels restless, insatiable. He should have known the moment they got into the bath together that they wouldn't make it to the bed.

"Of course," he pants, slightly cheeky, directing a heated glance up over his shoulder. Percival is so beautiful, his pale skin flushed with heat and arousal, his body scarred and lean and strong in that sturdy human way--and somehow still quite reminiscent of his lupine shape. He is also still wearing his glasses, endearingly enough. "Only for you, Percival."

That seems important to emphasize, especially now that they are home among others again rather than secluded together. Percival must already be well aware of Essek's devotion, but for Essek it is even more than that. He can't imagine being with anyone else like this. Even faced with the reality of his husband's transformation, he had not wavered for a moment before embracing him completely. It is Percival's scent that has Essek beside himself with desire, his boyish grin and his bruised and tender heart and his complex and fascinating mind that makes him fall more in love each day.