Percy groans, but he lets Essek pull him further down the corridor, then around a tight corner into another. Perhaps it's for the best that he left the decision to Essek, otherwise they would end up on the floor exactly where they were.

Further away from other scents and sounds, Essek fills his senses. Percival presses his husband into the wall, meeting the kiss with urgency as Essek's clever fingers work his belt and trousers open to get to his cock. Percy, usually who tends toward less noise during sex in general, cannot help another moan as his mate's hand slides over his aching erection.

His hands drop to Essek's hips so he can start hiking up the dress. "Fuck," he hisses, nearly brought to his knees by the scent of his mate's arousal. Percy doesn't even think as he bites Essek's neck, mostly getting a mouthful of fabric but finding some satisfaction in it anyway. He lifts his head, nose brushing Essek's cheek as he gets a hand beneath the heavy fabric. Tension rolls through him when he feels how damp the silk is between Essek's thighs and with very little ceremony, Percy pushes it aside to plunge two fingers into him. His mouth falls open and he grinds against Essek's hand and the back of his own. Even outside of his heat, Essek takes his fingers so easily just now and it makes him ache.

"Can you take me?" he murmurs, feeling delirious. Even going into rut - even as a wolf - not hurting Essek remains at the forefront of his mind.