The first kiss is warm and languid and filthy, the second slower and softer as their pulses slow. Essek makes a noise in the back of his throat as Percy gathers him close to his sturdier human form and manhandles him until they've moved up on the bed to a more comfortable place against the pillows. He could assist by rendering himself a great deal lighter with his own spell, but at the moment he is taking a great deal of pleasure in his husband's strength, the power in the arms that hold him.

"For now," he responds airily, attempting to sound smug in return, and a great deal more composed than he feels. Both of his arms slide over Percival's shoulders, mirroring his legs framing his waist. They drape behind his neck, his fingers sifting through his lover's sweat-damp pale hair as he gazes up into his face with a slow, heavy blink and a lazy smirk.

His cunt still flutters with sweet little aftershocks, gently milking the cock continuing to spill inside him. Light, that's satisfying. His mind is still swimming, but for now, the current is warm and relaxing.

"Your mood seems to be much improved, my love," he points out, coyly teasing. Percival had certainly been in a stormy mood earlier, his rut making his temper short, especially while there were others in their vicinity. Though Essek himself hadn't been any better, but that doesn't bear acknowledging.