There's the answer he was hoping for, and then some. Essek sighs, soft and pleased, as Percy moves to kiss his way down his body, expressing his appreciation for the way it looks now and the way it will look in the future, sooner or later. The muscles beneath the slight softness of Essek's flat stomach tighten under the exploration of his husband's mouth, and Essek's sharp incisors scrape over his lower lip.

"That is reassuring." He blinks slowly, eyes half-lidded, and lifts a hand to push his fingers through Percival's hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp. "But I thought as much." His lips curl in a knowing little smile. "I think you will be doing exactly this several months from now, when my belly is just beginning to grow. I think that when you see how my body changes because you bred me, you won't be able to keep your hands off me."

Watching him nuzzle against his stomach now is telling enough. There is much Essek anticipates enjoying about this himself--how Percival will look at him foremost. "And I look forward to your thorough appreciation."