Percy manages to nod and he gives Essek another tender kiss before he pulls away, pulls out. His breath catches quietly as his cock slips free. He feels two conflicting urges all at once: to push back in, to try to keep Essek full even if he isn't fully hard anymore, or to sink down between his thighs and replace his cock with his tongue until his husband is sighing and arching beneath him. He doesn't do either, because if he does they will never get rest.

He eases off to the side and immediately pulls Essek into his arms. He strokes the wizard's pale hair back form his face and looks at him with quiet adoration. For now, he feels steady, clear-headed, and Essek is right: they should rest while they can. If they are in heat and rut together, there won't be much of that before long.

"I finally feel like I can sleep, but you are making that terribly difficult."

Essek smells good, he feels good, and Percival can't stop thinking about wanting him. He sighs softly and pulls Essek closer so that he can nuzzle into his hair. The promise of going home is enough for him to at least try to keep his hands above his lover's waist.