Percy shifts more to try and block more light, giving Essek as much shadow as he can without dragging a blanket over their heads. His expression is soft as gentle fingers stroke along his jaw and his cheek, scraping gently over stubble. He should either shave or commit to a beard at this point in the winter, he thinks.
He can't help but smile as Essek relates the story of the last time he actually slept.
"Bodies are terribly inconvenient that way," he says dryly, knowing that feeling very well. He's certainly made it past forty eight hours on a bad stretch, but he has paid for it one way or another. And he has absolutely passed out in somewhat inconvenient places. Percy tries to be more conscientious about it now: it'd be very undignified for the Lord of Whitestone to be found slumped over a desk.
"But I'm glad you found comfort here... you're welcome as often as you like." He's made that point before but it bears repeating. He certainly doesn't expect Essek to give up trancing with any sort of frequency, and neither does he expect that the wizard will want to give up hours he could be working or otherwise occupying himself. But he offers none the less.
"I'll try to remember to have curtains brought in for the bed." Which is maybe presumptuous, but really, he should have done that months ago as autumn and then winter set in.
The effort Percy makes as his personal sun blocker is noted and appreciated, and promptly rewarded with a small flicker of a smile, a fond warmth creeping into Essek's gaze. He gives a soft mm in knowing agreement, easily able to imagine his inventor husband doing something similar. This is why they are well suited to each other.
This is far from the first time Percival has outright stated that Essek can stay with him as much as he pleases, but every time Essek feels his stomach flip with nervous pleasure. He wants this. He'd realized it well before committing to staying last night. But this is all so new to him. Wanting to share space with someone else is a desire he has experienced so rarely in his life that he still isn't certain he can actually do it. With all of this encouragement, however, he feels motivated at least to try. It is deeply touching that Percy clearly wants him here. For that alone, Essek resolved to make an attempt, even if it is only a few times a week to start.
"That would be helpful," he says, grateful for the offer, and even more so for the knowledge that Percy will gladly make alterations to his own room for Essek's sake. "Should you need reminding, I will continue to squint at you each morning until you remember." Percival de Rolo has made alterations to his castle, to his council, to his family and his personal life to welcome Essek into it, and Essek loves him for it. That love is one of many reasons he is so on edge about the arrival of Vox Machina, though he tries not to let on just how much.
"Will you go over with me what I can expect today?" He stretches, lets his bare skin rub indulgently against his husband's as he savors the gentle ache in his muscles. Why laze naked together in bed and not enjoy it?
More than anything, he wants Essek to feel he has a place here,, a purpose. This is how Percival shows his affection, through inclusion and gifts. Perhaps there are better ways, but Essek seems to Read his intentions well enough.
Percy's breath hiccups as Essek body brushes against his. There's a bit of morning arousal there, easily ignored for more pressing matters as his mind turns from the soft caress of his husband's skin to the impending invasion.
"I think Vex'ahlia and Keyleth are arriving first," he says as he drags the information up past the pleasant fog of waking. "I am fond of all our party, but I was closest to them and Vax. Keyleth and I have different ways of seeing the world and she didn't always approve of my methods, but."
He offers a somewhat helpless shrug. Somehow they bonded, and bonded well.
"Vex and I were close. Still are, as much as we can be leading very different lives. She... saw me through some dark places. They all did." But Vex knew how to reach him. "She is the most likely to voice an opinion if she has one."
Percival has given some of the broad strokes of their adventures, as well as indulging in more colorful storytelling as the mood or Essek's interest strikes.
"Pike is wonderful. Scanlan is... ours. I am honestly not sure what to expect there."
Essek listens carefully, silently cataloguing the information Percy passes along and sorting it neatly into the mental files he's compiled on each member of Vox Machina from the stories he's been told and his own research. While he ardently wants to believe that Percival's friends pose no threat to him, he hasn't gotten this far through wishful thinking. He's very prepared to be disliked, overtly or otherwise, on principle. Essek finds it difficult to believe that they won't have their union challenged at some point, whether out of suspicion of him or simply because Percival's friends believe he deserves better. They wouldn't be wrong. But Essek has committed to this, put his life and his heart on the line with this marriage, and he won't see it unravel.
For his own sake, it can't. It is selfish to think that way, of course, but he also truly believes he can be of some use here, and that he can be a good partner, despite his many faults and failings. They have been good for one another so far, he and Percival. That he's fallen so utterly for the man is proof enough of that.
And while he doesn't expect that any negative opinions his friends might harbor would truly be enough to convince Percival that this union was a poor choice and Essek an untrustworthy schemer and a liability (though yet again that may not be wrong), he does quietly fear it. These are people Percival loves, who he has history with, who have seen him through dark places, as he says himself. What is Essek compared to that? He hates that he can identify his own jealousy before he event meets them, but this is who he is. And Percival is his husband. His. After half a year with him, the idea of sharing him with new people who might not understand or approve of their affection for each other makes him bristle.
This is certainly at least part of the reason he relaxes languidly against his human and lets his hand dip between his strong thighs. He trails his fingers along the length of his cock, encouraging the arousal he'd felt stirring there and making an approving noise at the warmth of his skin.
"And how soon will they arrive?" he asks in a silky purr. "Do you think we have time to enjoy a little more of our first morning together, husband?" As he nuzzles beneath Percy's jaw, his sharp eyeteeth scrape lightly, tantalizingly close to the delicate skin of his neck.
It takes very little to coax Percy to full arousal. He's a quiet man, but Essek still manages to tease a groan out of him.
"We are still newlyweds," he murmurs against Essek's hair. "They can entertain themselves if they arrive early."
Though, knowing his nearest and dearest, that entertainment could involve hunting down the Lord of Whitestone and flipping him out of his bed. But the sharp promise of Essek's teeth and the warmth of his body make Percival willing to risk it. His fingers curl gently in his husband's hair to pull his head back, allowing Percy catch him in a kiss.
If this were any other delegation, he might make more of a point to get out of bed in a timely fashion. But he doesn't think anyone in Vox Machina would begrudge him the pleasure of his marriage bed.
That's what he wanted to hear. Essek rewards his husband's sound judgement by taking his erection firmly in hand, stroking along his length with a palm freshly coated in oil to make it smooth and easy. The hand in his hair comes as a moderate surprise, and his head tips back at that slight pull with a gasp against Percy's mouth.
Essek has never had a sexual partner who was both so attentive and so...callous is the wrong word, absolutely. Forward? Bold? That seems more accurate. It's just that he's always been so obsessed with maintaining control in the bedroom, as in many other aspects of his life. But he's changed since the last time he slept with anyone. Percival is the first to ever bed this new Essek, to whom trust and love are so very important. So he's still delighted by the novelty of a tug on his hair, or the distinctly rougher way Percival had handled him yesterday. It was thrilling in a way he'd never expected. How could he know he would enjoy it so much?
The way he drags his fangs across Percy's lower lip is gentle and teasing. Somehow, the growing arousal he feels is also moderately surprising, though he knows how attracted he is to his charmingly human husband. It's a nice surprise, though. Light, he just wants more mornings like this. That is more than he deserves, but he has also been taught that deserving matters very little. He is hurting no one any more than he already has if he finds a little happiness for himself here. If he finds love, even. So long as he keeps playing his part, even those closest to him will be spared the ramifications of his actions.
"How long does this convenient status last?" he wonders lightly. "Will we still be considered newlyweds a year from now? A decade?"
His fingers tighten in Essek's hair as his husband strokes him with more purpose. Percy closes his eyes, letting that feeling wash through him. Sharp teeth tease over his bottom lip and that has him pull Essek closer against him. It might making stroking him a bit more difficult, but his husband is clever. He'll manage.
Blue eyes flash open again and a flush has started spreading across Percival's cheeks. It's gratifying to feel Essek getting hard, quietly thrilled with the knowledge of the wizard's attraction.
"I think a year is reasonable," he quips, trying to keep his voice even as his breath comes quicker. He leans in for another kiss as his hand slides down over Essek's side to grab his thigh. What Percy wouldn't give for a decade of mornings like this. He never thought this could be for him, that this would have any place in his life. There was a time that he was quite sure he would not live this long and had made peace with that. But he has. And even if their marriage is political, they have managed to find partnership and attraction in each other.
"Especially since we... delayed our consummation."
Being drawn closer only interrupts Essek's pace for a moment. His hands are clever and dexterous, and he only has to adjust his grip a little to continue stroking over Percy's cock with a tight fist. He makes a soft, pleasantly surprised noise against his husband's lips as his hand grips his thigh.
"Mm. True," he agrees with a slow, languid smile. He remains close enough for their lips to brush, indulging in their proximity, in every inch of bare skin that touches. "But how is anyone else to know that? Perhaps we were so immediately taken with one another that we could barely wait until our wedding night." Amusement threads through his voice, lips curling up.
It takes only a small shift of his hips to align his growing erection with Percival's. He can't wrap his hand entirely around both of them, but his grip is enough to keep them pressed together. His cock grows stiffer and flushes darker as he grinds against him, and Essek's mouth drifts down over Percy's jaw again. With the way he mouths at his skin, he's threatening to leave a very prominent mark high up on his neck.
"Essek," he sighs, almost moans, as his fingers tighten in his husband's hair. Percy soon realizes he's leaving a mark, or near to it. He doesn't try to pull Essek away, though, far more interested in grinding against the other man than trying to stop his efforts.
He gets his free hand between them to assist in the effort to hold them together, covering Essek's hand with his own. He encourages his husband to keep stroking.
"My love, I--I regret to inform you that there are few secrets with this many servants," he says with a breathless sound that is nearly a laugh.
Percival is quite sure that the servants of Whitestone noticed that Essek retired to his room alone and that Percy did not join him early on. He's just as sure that someone marked the fact that the drow wizard did stay in Percy's room last night. Perhaps they may never know the fine details, but he suspects their movements and habits - unless they are making actual effort to conceal them - have not gone unnoticed.
Essek, Percival says. My love. Those words alone make Essek so pleased he could purr. Instead he drags his fangs over his husband's skin and sucks a bruise into his pale throat, stopping only to moan softly as a larger hand covers his and makes it much easier to rock against the stiff length pressed to his.
"Perhaps that is for the best," he concedes with a little audible strain in his voice. "If it means we are permitted to run late because I could not keep my hands off you."
The heat spreading through his body makes the covers still half covering them not only unnecessary, but cumbersome. With a flick of Essek's fingers, the blankets and sheets slide down and off, gathering in a heap at the foot of the bed. His legs open to slide a thigh up over Percival's. "I want to feel you inside me again, k'allis," he murmurs. "But I am so impatient."
Percy flinches only briefly when the blankets are suddenly tossed aside, if only because he isn't expecting it. He recovers quickly, far more interested in the warm thigh sliding over his as Essek tries to get closer.
"How impatient?" he asks against Essek's mouth as his hand leaves their erections in favor of sliding up the back of Essek's thigh. His fingers tease briefly over Essek's hole, wondering just what they can get away with. And how far he's willing to push their luck in bed if it means giving Essek exactly what he wants.
Because now that his husband has mentioned it, it's almost all Percy can think of. No one can accuse him of lacking focus, at least.
A shudder goes through Essek's body, back arching and toes curling as warm fingers slide over his hole as though testing what he can take. Instinctively, he wants to bite back the higher pitched whine that rises in his throat, but decides to let Percival hear it instead. Let him think of this today. Let him be eager to return to it the moment they're alone again.
"Impatient enough that I need you to hurry," he replies, breathy and urgent and still pumping both of their cocks together. He's still tender from last night, which means stretching him won't be such and ordeal, and the lingering soreness means he is going to feel everything that much more intensely, which is also not a bad thing. With anyone else it would be embarrassing, but for his husband he doesn't mind making a display of himself. And Percival is clearly eager to have him, so all the better.
The sound Essek makes goes straight to his cock. Percival buries his face against his husband's hair. There is some part of him that insists they really shouldn't linger in bed, that they both need time to bathe and dress and make themselves presentable.
But gods he is not sure he could deny Essek right now even if he actually wanted to.
"Cast that spell you use," he murmurs, voice heavy against Essek's ear. He is not going to say prestidigitation before he's had coffee and while his husband is stroking him so expertly. Percy is nearly sure it's a cantrip and, more than that, it will save him looking for anything else. As soon as he feels the slick oil on his fingers, he resumes rubbing and teasing over Essek's hole before taking a risk and pushing two in at once. They were quite active last night and he is hoping the stretch isn't too much. Essek said he was impatient, and Percy is taking him at his word.
Essek is keenly aware of the time they'll need for all of those things. He also selfishly and spitefully ignoring it. There's pride and reassurance to be taken from this. Percival is making him a priority--and not only that, but he wants him badly enough to possibly delay their plans. Somehow, Essek must manage to keep his smugness to himself. His husband is eager and cute, requesting that spell you use like the name escapes him so soon after waking. Essek casts it for him with a whispered word and a fingertip dragging over his palm.
His strokes falter a little as that oil is spread over his hole, and stop entirely for a moment when Essek gasps as two fingers press into him. He curls closer to his human, burying his face against his neck. After last night, two is just enough, and his well used body accepts them without pain beyond a lingering ache that Essek doesn't mind. He's sensitive to pain, doesn't enjoy it, and still doesn't find this uncomfortable.
"Yes, yes..." he encourages quietly, rocking his hips back this time instead of forward to press Percy's fingers deeper. "Like that, keep going."
Percival has not forgotten Essek's aversion to pain and, for as long as they've been intimate, he's been careful to respect that. This is rushing, but not beyond what Essek is willing to take and his eager reaction, coupled with verbal encouragement, offers reassurance of that.
He murmurs Essek's name again as his fingers sink deeper into him. Despite their mutual impatience, Percy takes time to tease and stretch, to coax Essek's body into relaxing further so that taking him is possible.
"Gods it is too early for you to feel this good," he sighs, voice edged with a moan. He curls his fingers to stroke over the spot he knows will make Essek squirm. "Tell me when you feel ready, love."
Essek's lips spread wider in what nearly becomes a laugh buried against his husband's neck. His head tilts so that he rests against the pillow, so he can look down between them and watch his hand move lazily and Percival's move with far more intent. His body sings with it, his want so powerful it is truly beginning to edge into need.
His eyelids slip down to half mast and one of his own sharp teeth rakes over his lower lip as he contemplates some smug, flirtatious reply to a statement he finds so oddly flattering it sinks right to his cock. But then his beloved's clever fingers curl just right and his body shakes, curls, writhes. He mumbles a sweet curse under his breath in Undercommon, uninhibited, and his spine stretches in a long, elegant arch for the sole purpose of fucking himself on his husband's searching fingers to find more of that perfect, electric pleasure.
"Oh," he groans. "You are going to undo me like this, dear one." His stomach feels tight, muscles tensed, as he drags his thigh higher up over Percival's hip, and his hole feels worked open, remarkably loose around two of his thick human fingers. "You had better start using your cock." His tongue passes over his lips, and absently he kisses Percy's neck again. Contemplates leaving another mark there. "Is this how you want me?"
It's tempting to get Essek off like this, but the wizard's encouragement makes his course of action very clear.
"Yes," he answers as Essek's lips drag over his neck. "A little more help, love." Since Essek's hand is already well-positioned to offer more lubrication, there's no reason not to ask. It will help, given their apparent commitment to doing this now.
Percival shifts their position just so and he reaches to guide himself. His breath catches in his throat as he pushes into his husband. Then he moves to push Essek onto his back and he finally moans as he sinks deeper. He grabs his husband's thigh to keep it against his hip as he grinds close. It occurs to him he could have - perhaps should have - gone slower and he pushes himself up on his forearm so that he can actually see Essek's face.
"All right?" he asks, quietly breathless and just a little concerned.
Readily, Essek provides more oil with another casting of that spell he does and makes sure his husband's cock is thoroughly coated before he releases it. He begins pressing inside a moment later, and Essek takes a sharp breath before he's pushed onto his back. Percival fills him in the same motion, pushing in to the hilt, making Essek's head spin briefly. He makes a soft sound, almost surprised, though they've done this enough that he knows exactly how this fullness feels. But there is an additional intensity this morning, fucked open again on the heels of the night before, and he feels especially sensitive.
His clean hand finds Percy's face as he leans up to check in with him, his thumb tracing a sharp cheek bone. Light, his husband is a handsome man. "Yes," he answers, almost equally breathless as his thighs tighten on both sides of Percy's hips. "Yes, you are perfect."
Their faces are close enough that he barely has to strain his neck to kiss him, light and sweet. "Fuck me, Percival," he murmurs. "I want to feel you until we can do this again tonight." His other arm circles around Percy's side, his long black nails hooking like claws into his back. Flushed and flustered with arousal, his hair messy with sleep, Essek's smirk is heated, his eyes bright and intent. "It isn't as though I need to walk."
Percy's shoulders relax as Essek reassures him and he leans down to meet the kiss. The encouragement isn't necessary, but gods he will be hearing Essek's voice whispering fuck me in his head for the rest of the day. His breath catches sharply as his husband's manicured nails dig against his back. While Essek has an aversion to pain... there are certain kinds that Percival enjoys. And he certainly doesn't seem to mind Essek's nails and teeth leaving welts and bruises.
He groans at that wicked confession and he presses into another kiss, harder this time, devouring. His knees slide further apart so that he can properly fuck his husband, one hand still on his thigh as the other slides up Essek's arm, drawing his hand away from his face so that he can pin it to the bed, fingers laced together. Percival doubts his stamina will serve him this morning, but he is still intent on making this good for Essek.
"I quite like the idea of you feeling me all day," he pants. Essek is beautiful like this, face flushed and lips parted and eyes bright. Percy adores him. He tips his head, lips moving over Essek's ear before gently biting the lobe.
Percival is a force all his own, with a mind as beautiful and brilliant and complex as any Essek has ever admired, a body that is solid and strong and attractive, and a heart that has clearly taken a beating and yet still has enough tenderness left to love him of all people. He's remarkable in every way, and it really shouldn't mystify Essek every time that even in bed he continues to surprise and excite.
They kiss again, intense and consuming, and Essek practically melts into it as his desire spikes. When he can take a full breath again, Percy is bracing himself on the bed, shifting his center of gravity to fuck him better in a way Essek could run calculations and equations on if he was of a mind to. And he takes his hand, leads it away and down to the sheets, where he pins it with his own. Essek might have once found this too constrictive or controlling, considering all he needs his hands for, but now he not only allows it, but finds that it excites him. He willingly gives himself over to his husband, and the way he interlaces their fingers as he looks adoringly down at him is...romantic.
As if that weren't enough to put Essek in a truly compromised state, he just has to turn his words back on him in that low voice and nip at his ear. He squirms beneath Percy, arching and twisting as pleasure fizzles through him, a shiver that makes him all the more aware of the hot, hard length of his husband's cock buried fully inside him as he clenches around it. His nails scrape further up Percival's pale back and his lips part enough to show his teeth. The noise he makes is embarrassingly close to a whine, and so honest he feels his blush deepen. In more than a century he's never found pleasure the way he has in this man's bed.
"Make me," he whispers, trying to recover something of his dignity with demanding heat. His hips shift in an impatient circle. "Remind me that I am yours."
Percy is usually a quiet man in bed. He is very responsive, but rarely loud. Even so, Essek earns a moan as his nails drag up Percy's back. The heated challenge sends a jolt straight through him and he drags Essek's thigh higher along his side, nearly bending him. Then he lets go, moving his hand between them to wrap around his husband's cock.
The line between pleasant soreness and something more uncomfortable might be fine, but even now Percival is attentive to Essek and the way he responds. He's learning when he can push and when he shouldn't, what degree of roughness Essek enjoys versus what will turn him off. It's becoming second nature, a foundation of information he can build on regardless of the... demands of the situation.
He strokes Essek as he fucks him, trying not to get completely swept up in the urgency building in him. Percival is already right on the edge, but even if he should come before his husband, he has no intention of stopping until he sees Essek satisfied.
Essek too tends to be on the quieter side--or so he'd thought, until he started going to bed with Percival de Rolo regularly. Though he's not loud or wanton by any means, he's made more noise with him than any previous partner. But he's also allowed more from Percy than any previous partner and let go with him in a way he never has before. Still, the way he gasps softly with every firm thrust and whispers his husband's name as tension coils at the base of his spine is...unlike him. Or unlike how he used to be, at least.
His fingers tighten against Percy's where they're laced together and he can't stop looking up at him. Voluntarily he lifts both thighs even further until he's folded almost in half, knees pulled up near his shoulders. There's no sign of discomfort as his tenderness bleeds into every other sensation he's feeling, as his husband's cock grinds over that spot that has pleasure radiating through his body, as he strokes him right along with it.
"More," he urges, "like this, dearest, yes..." The rest he speaks in Undercommon, heated words and phrases Percival will likely be able to recognize by now, even if he doesn't know the translation.
Percy's hand tightens against Essek's as the drow practically bends himself in half, welcoming him deeper and keeping the angle just so. He doesn't understand fully what Essek is saying to him when he slips into Undercommon, but he doesn't really need to, either. Not with that tone... not given what they're doing right this moment.
Tension builds in him as he fucks Essek as hard as he dares, ever-cautious of that line between rough pleasure and discomfort. He murmurs his own breathless praise, telling Essek how good he feels, how impossible to resist.
There really is only so long he could last first thing in the morning. Percival lets go of his husband's cock so that he can hook his arm beneath Essek's knee, keeping it up as his rhythm nearly breaks. He arches over the other man as that tension in him snaps. Percy comes with a sharp moan of his husband's name, but he doesn't let himself lose too much momentum. Not yet.
That tension is building in Essek too, right alongside the satisfaction he feels at knowing how much his husband is enjoying him. Even if he weren't telling him in so many words, Essek would feel it in the way his thrusts become increasingly desperate, even as he admirably manages to maintain a pattern. It's almost worth losing the hand around his cock to feel Percival holding up his knee as that composure of his wears thin, rutting into him and curling over him until his pleasure becomes too much.
Essek's nails drag over Percy's back as he feels him come, a sharply hissed phrase of encouragement in Undercommon slipping out. Hearing his own name as the other man pulses inside him makes him shudder. The continued pressure on his prostate feels divine, but he knows he isn't going to finish without touching his cock. He could do that himself, of course, but both of his hands are currently occupied, and he wants Percival's touch more than anything.
"Light, that feels good," he whispers, returning to heavily accented Common. Tucking his face against Percy's throat, he sucks another mark into his skin, teeth scraping and tongue soothing.
Percy gasps sharply, back arching as Essek's nails rake down his back. He lets his hips slow, grinding lazily against his husband as Essek sucks another bruise onto his neck. Even panting, he grins. When the wizard decides he's quite finished, Percival pulls away with some reluctance. But Essek hasn't finished, and he simply cannot have that.
He says nothing as he trails kisses and gentle bites down along Essek's chest and stomach. The hand that had been pinning his husband's to the bed lets go to slide down along his side instead, then lower still. Two fingers push easily into Essek's body and Percy cannot help a quiet groan when he feels the mess he's just left behind. His other hand runs over Essek's hip before wrapping around his cock, and just a breath later, Percy's guiding him into his mouth. He bobs his head slowly as his fingers set a pace that nearly matches the way he'd been fucking Essek just a few moments ago. But his fingers are far more precise, and soon enough he curls them to make sure he is giving Essek the exact pressure and attention he needs.
He loves this. As much as he enjoys bedding his husband, Percy delights in getting him off. Especially while his back still feels raw from the way Essek's clawed him up.
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He can't help but smile as Essek relates the story of the last time he actually slept.
"Bodies are terribly inconvenient that way," he says dryly, knowing that feeling very well. He's certainly made it past forty eight hours on a bad stretch, but he has paid for it one way or another. And he has absolutely passed out in somewhat inconvenient places. Percy tries to be more conscientious about it now: it'd be very undignified for the Lord of Whitestone to be found slumped over a desk.
"But I'm glad you found comfort here... you're welcome as often as you like." He's made that point before but it bears repeating. He certainly doesn't expect Essek to give up trancing with any sort of frequency, and neither does he expect that the wizard will want to give up hours he could be working or otherwise occupying himself. But he offers none the less.
"I'll try to remember to have curtains brought in for the bed." Which is maybe presumptuous, but really, he should have done that months ago as autumn and then winter set in.
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This is far from the first time Percival has outright stated that Essek can stay with him as much as he pleases, but every time Essek feels his stomach flip with nervous pleasure. He wants this. He'd realized it well before committing to staying last night. But this is all so new to him. Wanting to share space with someone else is a desire he has experienced so rarely in his life that he still isn't certain he can actually do it. With all of this encouragement, however, he feels motivated at least to try. It is deeply touching that Percy clearly wants him here. For that alone, Essek resolved to make an attempt, even if it is only a few times a week to start.
"That would be helpful," he says, grateful for the offer, and even more so for the knowledge that Percy will gladly make alterations to his own room for Essek's sake. "Should you need reminding, I will continue to squint at you each morning until you remember." Percival de Rolo has made alterations to his castle, to his council, to his family and his personal life to welcome Essek into it, and Essek loves him for it. That love is one of many reasons he is so on edge about the arrival of Vox Machina, though he tries not to let on just how much.
"Will you go over with me what I can expect today?" He stretches, lets his bare skin rub indulgently against his husband's as he savors the gentle ache in his muscles. Why laze naked together in bed and not enjoy it?
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Percy's breath hiccups as Essek body brushes against his. There's a bit of morning arousal there, easily ignored for more pressing matters as his mind turns from the soft caress of his husband's skin to the impending invasion.
"I think Vex'ahlia and Keyleth are arriving first," he says as he drags the information up past the pleasant fog of waking. "I am fond of all our party, but I was closest to them and Vax. Keyleth and I have different ways of seeing the world and she didn't always approve of my methods, but."
He offers a somewhat helpless shrug. Somehow they bonded, and bonded well.
"Vex and I were close. Still are, as much as we can be leading very different lives. She... saw me through some dark places. They all did." But Vex knew how to reach him. "She is the most likely to voice an opinion if she has one."
Percival has given some of the broad strokes of their adventures, as well as indulging in more colorful storytelling as the mood or Essek's interest strikes.
"Pike is wonderful. Scanlan is... ours. I am honestly not sure what to expect there."
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For his own sake, it can't. It is selfish to think that way, of course, but he also truly believes he can be of some use here, and that he can be a good partner, despite his many faults and failings. They have been good for one another so far, he and Percival. That he's fallen so utterly for the man is proof enough of that.
And while he doesn't expect that any negative opinions his friends might harbor would truly be enough to convince Percival that this union was a poor choice and Essek an untrustworthy schemer and a liability (though yet again that may not be wrong), he does quietly fear it. These are people Percival loves, who he has history with, who have seen him through dark places, as he says himself. What is Essek compared to that? He hates that he can identify his own jealousy before he event meets them, but this is who he is. And Percival is his husband. His. After half a year with him, the idea of sharing him with new people who might not understand or approve of their affection for each other makes him bristle.
This is certainly at least part of the reason he relaxes languidly against his human and lets his hand dip between his strong thighs. He trails his fingers along the length of his cock, encouraging the arousal he'd felt stirring there and making an approving noise at the warmth of his skin.
"And how soon will they arrive?" he asks in a silky purr. "Do you think we have time to enjoy a little more of our first morning together, husband?" As he nuzzles beneath Percy's jaw, his sharp eyeteeth scrape lightly, tantalizingly close to the delicate skin of his neck.
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"We are still newlyweds," he murmurs against Essek's hair. "They can entertain themselves if they arrive early."
Though, knowing his nearest and dearest, that entertainment could involve hunting down the Lord of Whitestone and flipping him out of his bed. But the sharp promise of Essek's teeth and the warmth of his body make Percival willing to risk it. His fingers curl gently in his husband's hair to pull his head back, allowing Percy catch him in a kiss.
If this were any other delegation, he might make more of a point to get out of bed in a timely fashion. But he doesn't think anyone in Vox Machina would begrudge him the pleasure of his marriage bed.
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Essek has never had a sexual partner who was both so attentive and so...callous is the wrong word, absolutely. Forward? Bold? That seems more accurate. It's just that he's always been so obsessed with maintaining control in the bedroom, as in many other aspects of his life. But he's changed since the last time he slept with anyone. Percival is the first to ever bed this new Essek, to whom trust and love are so very important. So he's still delighted by the novelty of a tug on his hair, or the distinctly rougher way Percival had handled him yesterday. It was thrilling in a way he'd never expected. How could he know he would enjoy it so much?
The way he drags his fangs across Percy's lower lip is gentle and teasing. Somehow, the growing arousal he feels is also moderately surprising, though he knows how attracted he is to his charmingly human husband. It's a nice surprise, though. Light, he just wants more mornings like this. That is more than he deserves, but he has also been taught that deserving matters very little. He is hurting no one any more than he already has if he finds a little happiness for himself here. If he finds love, even. So long as he keeps playing his part, even those closest to him will be spared the ramifications of his actions.
"How long does this convenient status last?" he wonders lightly. "Will we still be considered newlyweds a year from now? A decade?"
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Blue eyes flash open again and a flush has started spreading across Percival's cheeks. It's gratifying to feel Essek getting hard, quietly thrilled with the knowledge of the wizard's attraction.
"I think a year is reasonable," he quips, trying to keep his voice even as his breath comes quicker. He leans in for another kiss as his hand slides down over Essek's side to grab his thigh. What Percy wouldn't give for a decade of mornings like this. He never thought this could be for him, that this would have any place in his life. There was a time that he was quite sure he would not live this long and had made peace with that. But he has. And even if their marriage is political, they have managed to find partnership and attraction in each other.
"Especially since we... delayed our consummation."
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"Mm. True," he agrees with a slow, languid smile. He remains close enough for their lips to brush, indulging in their proximity, in every inch of bare skin that touches. "But how is anyone else to know that? Perhaps we were so immediately taken with one another that we could barely wait until our wedding night." Amusement threads through his voice, lips curling up.
It takes only a small shift of his hips to align his growing erection with Percival's. He can't wrap his hand entirely around both of them, but his grip is enough to keep them pressed together. His cock grows stiffer and flushes darker as he grinds against him, and Essek's mouth drifts down over Percy's jaw again. With the way he mouths at his skin, he's threatening to leave a very prominent mark high up on his neck.
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He gets his free hand between them to assist in the effort to hold them together, covering Essek's hand with his own. He encourages his husband to keep stroking.
"My love, I--I regret to inform you that there are few secrets with this many servants," he says with a breathless sound that is nearly a laugh.
Percival is quite sure that the servants of Whitestone noticed that Essek retired to his room alone and that Percy did not join him early on. He's just as sure that someone marked the fact that the drow wizard did stay in Percy's room last night. Perhaps they may never know the fine details, but he suspects their movements and habits - unless they are making actual effort to conceal them - have not gone unnoticed.
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"Perhaps that is for the best," he concedes with a little audible strain in his voice. "If it means we are permitted to run late because I could not keep my hands off you."
The heat spreading through his body makes the covers still half covering them not only unnecessary, but cumbersome. With a flick of Essek's fingers, the blankets and sheets slide down and off, gathering in a heap at the foot of the bed. His legs open to slide a thigh up over Percival's. "I want to feel you inside me again, k'allis," he murmurs. "But I am so impatient."
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"How impatient?" he asks against Essek's mouth as his hand leaves their erections in favor of sliding up the back of Essek's thigh. His fingers tease briefly over Essek's hole, wondering just what they can get away with. And how far he's willing to push their luck in bed if it means giving Essek exactly what he wants.
Because now that his husband has mentioned it, it's almost all Percy can think of. No one can accuse him of lacking focus, at least.
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"Impatient enough that I need you to hurry," he replies, breathy and urgent and still pumping both of their cocks together. He's still tender from last night, which means stretching him won't be such and ordeal, and the lingering soreness means he is going to feel everything that much more intensely, which is also not a bad thing. With anyone else it would be embarrassing, but for his husband he doesn't mind making a display of himself. And Percival is clearly eager to have him, so all the better.
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But gods he is not sure he could deny Essek right now even if he actually wanted to.
"Cast that spell you use," he murmurs, voice heavy against Essek's ear. He is not going to say prestidigitation before he's had coffee and while his husband is stroking him so expertly. Percy is nearly sure it's a cantrip and, more than that, it will save him looking for anything else. As soon as he feels the slick oil on his fingers, he resumes rubbing and teasing over Essek's hole before taking a risk and pushing two in at once. They were quite active last night and he is hoping the stretch isn't too much. Essek said he was impatient, and Percy is taking him at his word.
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His strokes falter a little as that oil is spread over his hole, and stop entirely for a moment when Essek gasps as two fingers press into him. He curls closer to his human, burying his face against his neck. After last night, two is just enough, and his well used body accepts them without pain beyond a lingering ache that Essek doesn't mind. He's sensitive to pain, doesn't enjoy it, and still doesn't find this uncomfortable.
"Yes, yes..." he encourages quietly, rocking his hips back this time instead of forward to press Percy's fingers deeper. "Like that, keep going."
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He murmurs Essek's name again as his fingers sink deeper into him. Despite their mutual impatience, Percy takes time to tease and stretch, to coax Essek's body into relaxing further so that taking him is possible.
"Gods it is too early for you to feel this good," he sighs, voice edged with a moan. He curls his fingers to stroke over the spot he knows will make Essek squirm. "Tell me when you feel ready, love."
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His eyelids slip down to half mast and one of his own sharp teeth rakes over his lower lip as he contemplates some smug, flirtatious reply to a statement he finds so oddly flattering it sinks right to his cock. But then his beloved's clever fingers curl just right and his body shakes, curls, writhes. He mumbles a sweet curse under his breath in Undercommon, uninhibited, and his spine stretches in a long, elegant arch for the sole purpose of fucking himself on his husband's searching fingers to find more of that perfect, electric pleasure.
"Oh," he groans. "You are going to undo me like this, dear one." His stomach feels tight, muscles tensed, as he drags his thigh higher up over Percival's hip, and his hole feels worked open, remarkably loose around two of his thick human fingers. "You had better start using your cock." His tongue passes over his lips, and absently he kisses Percy's neck again. Contemplates leaving another mark there. "Is this how you want me?"
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"Yes," he answers as Essek's lips drag over his neck. "A little more help, love." Since Essek's hand is already well-positioned to offer more lubrication, there's no reason not to ask. It will help, given their apparent commitment to doing this now.
Percival shifts their position just so and he reaches to guide himself. His breath catches in his throat as he pushes into his husband. Then he moves to push Essek onto his back and he finally moans as he sinks deeper. He grabs his husband's thigh to keep it against his hip as he grinds close. It occurs to him he could have - perhaps should have - gone slower and he pushes himself up on his forearm so that he can actually see Essek's face.
"All right?" he asks, quietly breathless and just a little concerned.
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His clean hand finds Percy's face as he leans up to check in with him, his thumb tracing a sharp cheek bone. Light, his husband is a handsome man. "Yes," he answers, almost equally breathless as his thighs tighten on both sides of Percy's hips. "Yes, you are perfect."
Their faces are close enough that he barely has to strain his neck to kiss him, light and sweet. "Fuck me, Percival," he murmurs. "I want to feel you until we can do this again tonight." His other arm circles around Percy's side, his long black nails hooking like claws into his back. Flushed and flustered with arousal, his hair messy with sleep, Essek's smirk is heated, his eyes bright and intent. "It isn't as though I need to walk."
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He groans at that wicked confession and he presses into another kiss, harder this time, devouring. His knees slide further apart so that he can properly fuck his husband, one hand still on his thigh as the other slides up Essek's arm, drawing his hand away from his face so that he can pin it to the bed, fingers laced together. Percival doubts his stamina will serve him this morning, but he is still intent on making this good for Essek.
"I quite like the idea of you feeling me all day," he pants. Essek is beautiful like this, face flushed and lips parted and eyes bright. Percy adores him. He tips his head, lips moving over Essek's ear before gently biting the lobe.
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They kiss again, intense and consuming, and Essek practically melts into it as his desire spikes. When he can take a full breath again, Percy is bracing himself on the bed, shifting his center of gravity to fuck him better in a way Essek could run calculations and equations on if he was of a mind to. And he takes his hand, leads it away and down to the sheets, where he pins it with his own. Essek might have once found this too constrictive or controlling, considering all he needs his hands for, but now he not only allows it, but finds that it excites him. He willingly gives himself over to his husband, and the way he interlaces their fingers as he looks adoringly down at him is...romantic.
As if that weren't enough to put Essek in a truly compromised state, he just has to turn his words back on him in that low voice and nip at his ear. He squirms beneath Percy, arching and twisting as pleasure fizzles through him, a shiver that makes him all the more aware of the hot, hard length of his husband's cock buried fully inside him as he clenches around it. His nails scrape further up Percival's pale back and his lips part enough to show his teeth. The noise he makes is embarrassingly close to a whine, and so honest he feels his blush deepen. In more than a century he's never found pleasure the way he has in this man's bed.
"Make me," he whispers, trying to recover something of his dignity with demanding heat. His hips shift in an impatient circle. "Remind me that I am yours."
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The line between pleasant soreness and something more uncomfortable might be fine, but even now Percival is attentive to Essek and the way he responds. He's learning when he can push and when he shouldn't, what degree of roughness Essek enjoys versus what will turn him off. It's becoming second nature, a foundation of information he can build on regardless of the... demands of the situation.
He strokes Essek as he fucks him, trying not to get completely swept up in the urgency building in him. Percival is already right on the edge, but even if he should come before his husband, he has no intention of stopping until he sees Essek satisfied.
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His fingers tighten against Percy's where they're laced together and he can't stop looking up at him. Voluntarily he lifts both thighs even further until he's folded almost in half, knees pulled up near his shoulders. There's no sign of discomfort as his tenderness bleeds into every other sensation he's feeling, as his husband's cock grinds over that spot that has pleasure radiating through his body, as he strokes him right along with it.
"More," he urges, "like this, dearest, yes..." The rest he speaks in Undercommon, heated words and phrases Percival will likely be able to recognize by now, even if he doesn't know the translation.
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Tension builds in him as he fucks Essek as hard as he dares, ever-cautious of that line between rough pleasure and discomfort. He murmurs his own breathless praise, telling Essek how good he feels, how impossible to resist.
There really is only so long he could last first thing in the morning. Percival lets go of his husband's cock so that he can hook his arm beneath Essek's knee, keeping it up as his rhythm nearly breaks. He arches over the other man as that tension in him snaps. Percy comes with a sharp moan of his husband's name, but he doesn't let himself lose too much momentum. Not yet.
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Essek's nails drag over Percy's back as he feels him come, a sharply hissed phrase of encouragement in Undercommon slipping out. Hearing his own name as the other man pulses inside him makes him shudder. The continued pressure on his prostate feels divine, but he knows he isn't going to finish without touching his cock. He could do that himself, of course, but both of his hands are currently occupied, and he wants Percival's touch more than anything.
"Light, that feels good," he whispers, returning to heavily accented Common. Tucking his face against Percy's throat, he sucks another mark into his skin, teeth scraping and tongue soothing.
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He says nothing as he trails kisses and gentle bites down along Essek's chest and stomach. The hand that had been pinning his husband's to the bed lets go to slide down along his side instead, then lower still. Two fingers push easily into Essek's body and Percy cannot help a quiet groan when he feels the mess he's just left behind. His other hand runs over Essek's hip before wrapping around his cock, and just a breath later, Percy's guiding him into his mouth. He bobs his head slowly as his fingers set a pace that nearly matches the way he'd been fucking Essek just a few moments ago. But his fingers are far more precise, and soon enough he curls them to make sure he is giving Essek the exact pressure and attention he needs.
He loves this. As much as he enjoys bedding his husband, Percy delights in getting him off. Especially while his back still feels raw from the way Essek's clawed him up.
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