Essek's robe opens at the leg and slips up his thigh as Percival pulls him in for another kiss. He submits to it entirely, giving him a taste of his mouth as he offers it for other purposes. Of course his husband can't refuse an offer like that. His hand lifts to cradle his jaw until they part, when it drops to wander down his chest instead, tracing over smooth skin and familiar scars alike.

"I will trust you to know your limits, my love," he murmurs. Light, he can already feel his body responding to that shift in Percival's voice. "I'll still need you to fuck me after."

As though his alpha needs reminding of that. Still, Essek makes his point by catching Percy's hand and guiding it beneath the dragged-up hem of his robe. He lets him skim over his half hard cock, then lower between his thighs. He bites back a whimper as his husband's fingers brush through his soaked folds, even if he had led them them there himself.