Percy groans quietly as Essek talks. He mouths over his husband's stomach, enamored with him and the thought Essek plants in his head. Breeding, growing, family, his. He move his head and drags his teeth lightly over Essek's hip.

"I have no intention of keeping my hands off you," he confirms quietly. "You will be thoroughly appreciated in every room in Whitestone."

He grins against his husband's skin and peers up at him. He adores the feel of his fingers in his hair, the gentle scratch of his manicured nails. Percy tries not to let his mind wander too far, his mother's pregnancies not very far from his mind. How happy his father had been, how proud, how eager to welcome new little de Rolos to the family.

Percival rests his cheek against Essek's hip.

"You know I'm wrapped around your fingers, darling. Anything you want, you'll have."