The sound of his husband's snarl probably shouldn't send such a sharp jolt of heat straight to Percival's core, but it does. If he weren't hard already, that little feral flash of need would have done him in. So he doesn't resist as Essek leans back and he feels the added weight of the wizard's magic ensuring he follows as Essek intends.

Percy shrugs out of his suspenders before his hands hit the bed to brace his weight.

"You're wearing too much," he murmurs heavily, food now forgotten with the promise of Essek in front of him. His husband has a good point, after all: it isn't a hot meal, it will keep just fine until they are ready for it. Percy turns his attention to getting Essek's robes out of the way - if Essek wants them off, he may need to assist in the endeavor. Percy only really cares about getting him bare enough. He pauses to pull carelessly at his own shirt, too warm to tolerate it long. It lands on the floor a moment later, the rush of cooler air against his skin giving him a few moments to focus on the beautiful omega beneath him.

"Out of this." His voice is sharper with command; his knee is braced on the bed, already pinning some of the robes down and so if Essek wants to move further, slipping out of them is going to be a necessity.