Essek slips onto the bed without removing his own robe, tucking his legs beneath him. When Percival places the tray down, he reaches for a several pieces of sliced fruit and eats them quietly as he watches his husband removing his robe, observing openly and far from clinically. He is a handsome man, well worth looking at. Best of all, he is all Essek's. His lips quirk fondly as he remembers to remove his glasses this time.

As soon as he sits, Essek edges closer. A hand comes to rest on Percy's thigh, a contrast of pale and dark skin. Essek's long nails dig in lightly, suggestively scratching up and in. At the same time, he slips the last piece of fruit into his mouth and licks the juice from his thumb.

"You know, Percival," he begins, a purr, "one thing I did not expect to enjoy so much about making love with you in your wolven shape was sucking your cock. Of course, what little I could fit in my mouth was not enough to bring you the sort of satisfaction I wanted. But it has left me with a particular craving to have my mouth fucked." His lips curl into a smirk, soft and knowing. "If you are interested."