Percival isn't the only one who can't focus for most of the day. Several hours into the morning Essek already regrets forgoing sex earlier, bothered by his own arousal more than he has been in weeks thanks to his husband's regular care. Focusing on their afternoon plans only serves to worsen that condition. But focus he must, because he is the one in control, and he must settle on a loose plan, at the very least.

Which leaves him very hot and bothered--and smelling like it--by the time he arrives at Percival's study. Thankfully, he is present just as he promised. Though Essek conceals his body entirely today behind heavy black robes shaped only by the ornamental silver belt around his middle, there is no hiding his scent.

Still, he shows no indication that he is already aching between his legs when he approaches Percival's desk, his robes sweeping lightly across the floor where his feet do not. "Here you are," he greets. Because they haven't begun yet, he allows the warm affection he feels to color his voice. "Are you ready, my love?"