In his current state, Essek couldn't fail to be at least slightly aroused by the sight of his husband kneeling in front of him, by their kissing, by the plans they've been making. As Percy pushes the layers of velvet he is wearing up his legs he opens them wider, moaning nearly in tandem when a calloused thumb rubs up his slit, smearing slick onto his stiffening cock. As suspected, it takes little to encourage his body to react.

He scoots to the edge of the couch eagerly, pulling his robes and the simple dress beneath it up further himself to fully display his arousal, the warm flush in his dark folds and pretty cock. Desire takes hold of him quickly, and scenting the same from his mate only encourages it. Light, Percival smells delicious all the time now--how could he not want this constantly?

Almost subconsciously--a habit already--a hand comes to rest on his gently rounded belly, still hidden beneath his clothing. His tongue slides against his mate's and his teeth drag after, gentle, but enough to deliberately remind Percival of the sharp points.