Essek is far from unaffected himself. Practically as soon as Percy's cock slips free, he wants it back again, hard or not. The strong arms around him pulling him close to his mate's body eases the ache of separation just enough that Essek is confident he'll be able to trance for at least as long as he needs to. It is likely the last time trancing will be an option for him this week, when heat exhausts him enough that he can't help slipping into the stupor of true sleep.

"Merely by existing?" he teases, though he knows exactly what Percival is referring to. The scent of his rut is what had pushed his own body into a similar state to accommodate him, and even after several rounds of very satisfying sex, it remains deeply appealing. It isn't only the seed left behind that is keeping his cunt wet. "You think highly of me, husband."

Somehow, nosing into the crook of the other man's neck, where the scent is strongest, helps to relax him. Smiling lazily, he kisses the skin there and intertwines their legs, feeling no need to pull up the blankets to cover them. His skin is hot already, and anything more would have him sweating through his trance.