Percival makes himself stand still while Essek undresses him. Well... mostly still. His hands drift over his husband's sides and his hips and he leans closer to nuzzle into his hair. Something almost like a growl rises in his throat when Essek pulls away, even if he does not go far.

Down to his smalls, the shape of his hard cock is apparent. As is the growing damp spot where he's been leaking while trapped in his clothes. Essek presents his back and all Percy wants to do is hike his dress up and bury himself. The dress is something they can replace. His jaw tightens and he presses his mouth to Essek's neck as his still-nimble fingers work open clasps. He doesn't need to look, he's done this often enough, even if this dress might be new. As soon as the fabric starts to fall, he pulls Essek back against him and grinds against the perfect curve of his ass.