His face is a mess. Fondly, Essek swipes his thumb across his cheek and then slides it between his lips, cleaning off the stickiness he'd collected against his tongue. He'll have mercy and prestidigitate him clean soon. For now, it pleases him to see him debauched this way, glasses charmingly askew and all.

"No," he agrees with a faint sigh as Percy's fingers shift within him. "It is decidedly not."

He continues his soft, affectionate petting, absorbing in detail how good his husband looks, on his knees in formal attire with his cock visibly straining against his trousers, yet still attempting restraint. He'll have to give him an even better reward when they are in their rooms with a locked door between them and the rest of the world.

"Perhaps the timing could have been more ideal, but this pleases me," he tells him softly. "I am happy to tend to your needs as you did for me. Though I think it will quickly become a mutual thing." A gentle shiver passes through him as his cunt flutters, a direct response to the slight stretch of Percival's fingers spreading inside him. "To be in harmony with yours, it seems my body has decided that it is time for another heat already."