He has a point. As a wolf, he'd done both of those things very well, and that dedication made the most ill-considered hike of Essek's life worthwhile. He lets Percival hold him, shivering lightly at the attention to his ear, and he finds himself sinking back into his arms a little more as every vow he makes both soothes his heart and ensures his thighs will be sticky with his slick again very quickly. Light, he loves this man. He loves him, he wants him, and he is so lucky to have him. The baby they're making will be lucky to have him, too.

"That was quite convincing," he admits. A small smile curls over his lips. "No need to get on your knees yet, dearest one. But soon."

His head tilts so that he can nuzzle against his husband's throat beneath his chin, and his eyes slip closed as he breathes him in. "I love you more than Light itself," he murmurs. His hands rest over the arms wrapped around him. "Come on, then. Bring the tray to the bed. The sooner we finish eating, the sooner you can start trying to put your child in me."