Essek's own pulse is speeding up quickly. The closer they are, the more Percival puts his hands on him, his mouth, the more difficult it becomes to think. It's more than just becoming aroused by his handsome husband's desire for him--the way Percival smells right now, thick and attention-grabbing, is making him wet. His breath stutters when he feels Percy's teeth on his ear, and he almost unconsciously leans into him when he finds the barest bit of skin to kiss high on his neck.

"I know you would. Dirty boy, you would love for everyone in that room to see how well you fuck me." His voice is lower still, barely above a whisper. "That does have a certain base appeal, but I am not for display."

A hand drops from Percy's shoulder to cover the one on his hip. Dark, slender fingers curl over paler, blunter ones and encourage him to take a fist full of the black fabric of his dress. "Everything beneath is for your eyes alone," he breathes. "Why should I want to show anyone else?"