Percy smiles and leans to give Essek the kiss he silently asks for. One hand slides down along his lover's side, admiring the shape of him, the beautiful lean lines. And, in the back of his mind, he thinks absently of how he'll look with a belly swelling with pregnancy. Maybe this time, but if not, surely next.

He leans down to kiss Essek again, adoring and tender as their bodies quiet, at least for now.

"I'd say some of that is surely the hormones," he teases gently as his fingers stroke affectionately along Essek's cheek. Percival isn't for a moment doubting Essek's love and affection, but the more effusive nature of it at the moment may be a little in part from whatever encourages bonding during heat and rut. "But I am grateful all the same."

When he realizes he's softened enough that he can pull out, Percy draws back to do so and then gathers Essek into his arms as he lays on his side.