"Correct," Essek confirms, far too loftily for his current situation, especially when he's left a little breathless by that kiss. "You ought to learn how to Counterspell as a precaution before we find ourselves doing this again." He's only half joking, really. "I cannot be held responsible for any gravity wells I might create if I'm denied too long in this state."

A fingertip traces almost idly from Percival's collarbone down his chest, using just the tip of his nail.

"But if the wolf wouldn't work out," and he's also of the mind that it's unlikely it would, despite his teasing, "then that is all the more reason to make these last few days count. And I believe you deserve a small taste of what I have been experiencing."

He couldn't have expected to make Essek as helplessly wrecked as he had that last round and not receive some comeuppance, could he?

"Sit up against the headboard and give me your hands," he instructs primly, slipping out of his husband's arms to sit up himself.