Percival turns his head to nuzzle against Essek's hair. He smells so good and he can feel his husband's face pressed to his shoulder. His mind clouds and all he can think of is Essek, all he wants is this man in his arms.

His arms tighten with that familiar rush of teleportation and--they aren't where he thinks they should be. Percy lifts his head, immediately recognizing the grand library. He suppresses a smile when Essek lets loose some colorful language before groaning against him. Percy lets himself huff a laugh and he strokes his fingers through Essek's hair.

"Well, close enough, hm?" he says, attempting to cheer Essek up. "One of our favorite rooms, at least."

Percival's fingers slide to Essek's chin and he gently coaxes the wizard's head up so that he can kiss him. Perhaps that wasn't his best idea, because kissing Essek while he's in rut and while his husband is in heat is not a simple matter. His tongue flicks past Essek's lips before Percy makes himself lift his head.

"Shall we try again or just walk?" he asks as his free hand strokes down Essek's back.