"The only saving grace of this situation," Essek grumbles. But he isn't pouty for long with Percival kissing over his neck and shoulders, and even the dissatisfying emptiness of his cock slipping from his cunt is mitigated by the way he's turned around and kissed. He returns it, blinking up at his husband contentedly before he sinks into another. His arms slide up to loop around Percy's broader shoulders and he arches his back to press as much of his lean body and warm, soft skin against his alpha's as he can. His lips part for kiss after kiss, arousal a constant smoldering companion, but it sparks bright again when Percival sucks on his lower lip. Essek's nails dig lightly into his shoulders and his hips twitch up in response.

"I think you might enjoy that, actually," he whispers mildly when his lip is released. He certainly seems to be making a better effort at turning him on again than he is at changing locations.

But Essek kisses him again, scratching a hand up the back of his neck to wind into his hair and catching his top lip deliberately with a fang. Not enough to cut, but certainly enough to sting.