"My clever, beautiful husband," he murmurs. "The country doesn't know the peace youv'e brought them."

Percy meets the kiss and tightens his arm around Essek, holding his husband as close as he can. The kiss ends and he starts right into another, and another. Then he sighs and lifts his head so that he can rest it against Essek's, nose in his hair.

"Well," he murmurs with a small smile. "We were quite determined to try for an heir again. This won't hurt the effort."

Percy nuzzles close, breathing him deep. Gods, he never thought this could be his life. And now he's here wrapped around a mate he adores, one he trusts, and one who wants him. He realizes he can shift and he's slow to withdraw. As he does, he coaxes Essek onto his back with the urge to make sure he doesn't lose too much.