Percival can't tear his gaze away as Essek covers himself again. It's only when his dress falls that he looks up again. He closes his eyes for a moment, turning his head into Essek's touch as his husband strokes his cheek. He still feels too warm and his heart is beating too fast, but he may just have to live with that.

"Hard to say," he admits as he opens his eyes again. He is momentarily satisfied, but there is also a part of him that wants to keep doing this until neither of them can move. He was to bury his face between Essek's thighs, tongue-deep inside him to taste where they mix. He can manage, he thinks. It won't be easy.

"There's no reason to stay through the end of this event," he says after a moment. "We'll give it another hour, maybe two, to conclude our business and leave cordially rather than in a rush."