Light, the sweetness of this man. Essek resists breaking character by showing just how enamored he is, but only barely. His lips brush the rounded shell of Percy's ear. "Yes, you have. And so good at it. My clever boy." Kissing his way slowly down his neck, Essek breathes deep. His husband smells irresistible, and he couldn't possibly stop himself from grinding down against his lap, and so he doesn't try. Denial isn't the point of this exercise at all.

In fact, he wants Percival to feel how wet he is as he mouths at his throat, tasting his skin and teasing him with nipping little bites that just barely show what his sharp teeth can do. But even that is more than sufficient to raise a damning line of marks along his alpha's pale skin. It satisfies an absolutely primal need; he wants to claim as much as he wants to be claimed. "All mine."