The dig of Essek's nails against his back and the sharpness in his kiss earns a sound that is very nearly a growl from Percival's throat. Even not in rut, it makes him want to pin his husband down and have him again.

And while he might enjoy a cranky and aroused mate, his first point still stands: they need to eat, especially Essek. Percy mutters a soft curse and gives his husband another kiss, then gently pushes him away.

"Out you go. I won't fuck you again until we've eaten." Perhaps a bold statement given the last few days, but Percival feels he's in better position to enforce that than Essek is to completely seduce him. Possibly.

To gain some distance, Percy pushes himself up to get out of the tub, quickly retrieving a towel to dry off with before he wraps in a robe. He gets another towel and approaches the tub to offer Essek a hand out.