Essek knows better than to attempt removing his dress on his own. It has delicate closures all down his back, most of which he can't reach on his own. Percival's rush to get out of his attire brings an amused curl to Essek's lips, and he drifts to join him, fingers absently smoothing over the jacket he'd draped over the foot of the bed.

"Let me help you," he offers, and proceeds to do so with far more patience than he expected to have--perhaps because he was the one who had two orgasms on the way here. Still, his methodical approach is fast and efficient, and results in no damage to his husband's not inexpensive formalwear. He even goes as far as to fold or hang each article as it's removed, including the coat.

When Percy is down to his smalls--funny, considering that Essek is wearing everything but his smalls--he presses a kiss to his cheek and turns to present him with his back. "My turn."