The moment he's given permission, Percival touches. His hands stroke over Essek's thighs and hips, the perfect curve of his ass. He kisses Essek again as the other man eases onto the bed, straddling his lap. He pulls his husband closer, until he can feel Essek's cock brush against him.
Percy presses a hand to the wizard's back and slides it up his spine as his other arm rests loosely around Essek's hips. He dips his head to lavish attention along his neck, the kisses more heated with teeth and tongue as he tests to figure out exactly what his husband likes. Knowledge is irresistible and this is no different, especially when he can put it to such good use. His tongue teases over Essek's pulse, then he sucks lightly. Percival finds himself wondering exactly what it would take to make a bruise show on his husband's dark skin.
He grips Essek's thigh to tug him closer still, trying to eliminate the space between them.
This is what he wants. Essek gradually relaxes as Percy begins to explore his body with hands and mouth, touching him in ways no one has in many years. The lips on his neck quickly reduce him to soft moans and a gasped ah at the gentle sucking over his pulse.
"Like that," he encourages breathlessly, pulled flush against his husband until he can feel the outline of Percy cock between them nestled right up against his own, separated only by the breeches he'd requested Percival keep on for now. There was a reason for that: Essek wants to do this unwrapping himself.
His hands slip between them as Percy lavishes him with attention, finding the clasps to work open the front of Percy's breeches. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he reaches beneath the loosened fabric to curl his fingers around his husband's cock, giving it an eager stroke as he looks down between them. It's flushed a warm red, and noticeably bigger than other men Essek has been with in the past, purely because he has only ever been with other drow, who like him tend toward pretty and slender. And Essek cannot help but find everything about his husband's very human body delightful and intriguing.
"Quite sturdy here, too," he comments, softly teasing.
Percy gasps against Essek's skin as his husband finally touches his cock again without fabric between them. He's never been a particularly loud lover, but the delicious stroke of Essek's hand earns him a quiet moan, muffled against his shoulder. He lifts his head as the wizard looks down at him and he can't help a lopsided smile at that particular comment.
"All for your enjoyment, darling," he purrs, quietly breathless. His hands slide up to cradle Essek's face, to draw him into another kiss that betrays Percy's fraying patience. Despite that, he is not inclined to rush Essek: he wants this to unfold the way that his husband wants. If this is to be their long-belated wedding night, Percival wants it to be good. To have been worth the wait, even if neither of them could have ever anticipated ending up here.
Percy finally slides his glasses off. He glances around for somewhere to put them and settles for leaving them on the bed for right now. He'll hopefully remember to move them before they end up on the floor.
He runs a hand down Essek's chest and stomach, making no mystery of his goal. Percy keeps his eyes on his husband's face as he finally curls his fingers around his cock, which is just as pretty as the rest of him. His thumb sweeps over the head before he strokes down. It occurs to him that while he was told to wait for Essek here, he'd not been told to stay here. So his hands move again and, with some impressive coordination, he picks Essek up and rolls them over so that he can pin his husband against the blankets.
For all that Percy is more physically robust, he has no doubt that Essek could very quickly and firmly put him in his place should he cross a line. But he hopes it doesn't come to that.
Essek is also quickly nearing the end of his own patience. There had been plenty of kissing and foreplay there at the castle--so much that they were very nearly on the verge of more. He loves hearing Percival's soft moan as he strokes him, and he's encouraged to find out what other sounds he can pull from his husband tonight. But the first touch to his own cock has Essek swearing quietly in Undercommon, hips rolling into Percy's grip. It feels so fucking good to be touched by someone else, and especially by Percival, that it's genuinely disappointing when he stops--or at least, it is for the splitsecond before he rolls them over.
The world shifts, and then his back hits the soft mattress and he's suddenly looking up at Percival over him, pressing him down into the bed, and it's exactly what he needs. His cock lays stiff against his stomach and his thighs part around Percival's waist, inviting him as close as he'd like.
"Just like this," he purrs, drawing Percy down for a needy kiss, a little easier now that he is no longer wearing his glasses. One fang scrapes over Percy's lower lip as he draws back, intentionally just enough to sting. "I want you over me just like this while you open me up for your cock."
He could never have imagined Essek like this and every new facet of this man is exciting. He meets the kiss with sharp fervor and his cock throbs as Essek's teeth catch his lip. He smiles against their next kiss, then lifts his head to take stock of how far the night stand is. Then it occurs to him there might not be anything there. For as comfortable as their marriage has become, Percival never actually anticipated this.
"I don't suppose you've anything to help us with that...?"
He realizes that it's possible that someone else might have had the foresight to provide for two men who share a marriage bed. No one in the keep would know one way or the other.
As he awaits his husband's answer, Percy leans to investigate the bedside drawer, without giving up his position between Essek's thighs.
Essek himself could hardly imagine that this needy, erotic creature could be him, especially after so long spent without inviting anyone to his bed. But he has never been with anyone that he wanted quite as much as he wants Percival, and everything he does only makes him want it more.
But of course, they can't proceed on feeling and desire alone. There are practical measures to be considered.
"Ah, of course." Without hesitation, Essek takes Percy's hand. With an arcane word muttered under his breath and his fingertips gently grazing over Percy's palm, Prestigitation leaves both of their fingers slick with a clear, semi-viscous oil. "A useful little spell," he murmurs, and reaches between them to wrap his oiled fingers around Percival's cock. Preemptive, perhaps, but he strokes slow and tight up along the shaft, squeezing over the head and back down again, just wanting to give his husband a little pleasure, and perhaps satisfy his own curiosity a little further.
"Terribly practical," he agrees with feeling as Essek's slick hand strokes his cock. Percy rocks his hips to meet his husband's touch and leans down to kiss him soundly.
As he pulls back, Percival shifts his weight more onto his knees. He keeps his eyes on Essek's face as his hand slips down between them. Slick fingers tease between his cheeks, rubbing slowly over his hole. He's utterly entranced by the lean lines of his husband's body.
"How long has it been, darling?" he asks rather tenderly. He's in no hurry now that they're here, regardless of how worked up they both are. His other hand strokes over Essek's thigh, gently pulling him closer.
The first touch of Percival's fingers to his hole causes a visible shudder. Essek's normally cool-toned skin has flushed a dark plum color, particularly over his cheeks. His eyes fall closed as he acclimates himself both to his husband's touch and the way he calls him darling. The buzz of arousal through him almost makes him feel like he's floating, but the sheets against his back tell him otherwise.
"Longer than you have existed, at least," he says primly, violet eyes flickering open again to look over Percival's features. "I do not do this casually."
Which explains the idea of letting Percival fuck him, a privilege afforded to very few.
A quarter of a century at least seems like a long time, even for an elf. But something softens in him at the realization of how privileged he is in this moment. He presses his free hand to the bed, propping himself over Essek, not quite within reach for a kiss unless he leans closer, or unless Essek sit up.
Percy takes his time, rubbing and teasing gently before he lets one finger push in. His breath catches in his throat at the perfect heat of him, a little dazed with that first penetration.
Essek doesn't reach for a kiss, though he keeps his gaze, lids drooping and heavy, trained on Percival above him. His mouth falls open in a silent gasp as he presses into him for the first time, feeling the stretch of it keenly. His thighs are spread wide, and it takes only a glance down to be able to watch that slicked finger spread him open and sink inside him. It's almost painfully erotic, especially imagining watching Percival's cock, much bigger, do the same.
He wonders if Percival is thinking the same thing.
Adjusting takes a moment, but Essek reaches between them to stroke himself, relieving a little pressure with a sigh. "I had almost forgotten how good this feels," he murmurs dreamily. "Light, Percival, you are going to fill me. I have never..." His breath hitches as he lets his thumb rub the head of his cock, dripping precome onto his fingers. A smirk spreads across his lips, slow and pleased. "...had the satisfaction of a human lover."
Percy shivers as he watches Essek take himself in hand, gaze heavy as he wonders what be tastes like. He fucks his husband slowly, just like this.
A grin flashes across his face when Essek confesses to never having had a human lover.
"I must make a good impression then."
The color in Percy's cheeks and chest is evident, pale skin hiding nothing. Unable to resist, he leans down to lick the head of Essek's cock and sighs at the taste of him. Oh yes, he is looking forward to getting to know every inch of his husband.
When it feels like Essek has relaxed enough, Percival withdraws, then pushes back in with two fingers to coax him open.
"I have long admired you in moments of academic passion... I must say, you're breathtaking like this."
He's slower this time as he eases his fingers deeper, allowing Essek's body time to adjust.
Not expecting the touch of Percival's tongue, Essek moans as it laves over the head of his cock. Instinctively he reaches for Percy's hand braced against the bed, covering it and squeezing it. The intensity of even that taste of pleasure lingers, and his thighs fall open wider when Percy eases a second finger into him alongside the first. Two fingers feels like a real stretch, and he's glad that his husband takes his time, plying him with compliments in the meanwhile.
Essek is far from unaffected by knowing that he's been admired, is being admired. He smiles, and slowly, carefully, begins to shift his hips to meet Percival's fingers, breathing hard as they curl deeper inside him.
"If you think so, you should tease me less," he says cheekily. A slender hand lifts up to touch the corner of Percival's lips. "Your mouth...I want more of that."
He turns his head to brush a kiss to Essek's fingertips.
"Then you shall have it."
Percy shifts lower, careful with his fingers as he does. His other hand smooths over Essek's stomach, then his cock. Like the rest of him, it's quite lovely. He holds his husband's gaze just for a moment, then guides his cock into his mouth. Percival hums his pleasure at the feel of him and his fingers press deep. He finds a rhythm again as he lifts his head. His lips and tongue trace the underside of Essek's cock, indulging himself with that exploration.
His fingers curl gently on the next stroke and he takes Essek in his mouth again with a slow bob of his head.
It's an easy shift to thread his fingers through Percival's hair instead, restless, until he lowers his mouth to his cock and takes him between his lips. Essek cries out louder than he has yet as Percival's fingers also curl deeper inside him, and he gasps and profanes his way through the various stages of being explored and tasted. His hips gradually arch up as Percy swallows him down again. The intensity is almost overwhelming, and he has to consciously force himself to lay flat, toes curling in the bedsheets.
"Oh k'allis, see on kõik, im'e mind'e, ava mind'e lai'alt..."
Nearly every word he murmurs in his own tongue is somewhere between encouragement and pure filth. After such a long build up Essek feels his arousal spike hard and not taper off, pleasure climbing rapidly now that it is concentrated and deliberate. His cock is dripping over Percy's tongue, and tension building near the base of his spine tells him he is going to come very soon if his gorgeous husband continues to both fuck him with his fingers and suck him off. But Essek isn't worried; a second orgasm is not only feasible for him, but practically a given.
With another soft moan, Essek's hips rock up again, and he feels as though he is both going to lift into the air and melt into the bed. "I am going to spill into this lovely mouth and you are going to swallow for me," he hisses, gathering all the authority he can while he feels his self-control waning. "Aren't you, my sweet boy?"
Percival doesn't speak Undercommon, but he's starting to think he needs to make a study. He doesn't need to understand the words to glean meaning, though. Having his husband's cock in his mouth makes him control his breathing and it's easy for Percy to sink into the act, to give himself over to it: all of his attention and finesse for Essek alone. He finds a rhythm between his fingers and his mouth, something to encourage more sweet sounds from the wizard. It is a pleasure to hear his voice.
He lowers himself more until he can slide his arm beneath Essek's thigh, wrapping around it to hold him close as his hips start moving. His eyes flick up when he hears Common again. The praise washes over him and Percy offers a slow suck as he lifts his head. He doesn't pop off, though, doesn't offer an answer beyond the way his arm briefly tightens around Essek's thigh and a caress across his hip. He is absolutely going to swallow whatever his husband has to give.
Though his focus remains soley on Essek, Percy finds himself seeking the relief of friction. He rocks his hips against the bed beneath them, careful not to work himself up too much.
Percy takes Essek down as he pushes his fingers deep, still persistently working him open. As he draws them back, he pays attention, looking very deliberately for that spot that will encourage his orgasm. Every thrust after that is short and calculated, keeping the pressure steady. He tries to pay attention to all the warning signs: he doesn't want to choke and risk losing anything.
Percival's continued dedication is noted, and restlessly, Essek deigns to card his fingers through his husband's short hair. "Of course. I knew that you would want to be good for me," he sighs, pleased, and lets himself enjoy every bit of the pleasure Percy is bringing him between his fingers and his mouth.
The gentle stretch Essek still feels as two dexterous human fingers fuck into him is offset by the incredible wet heat of Percy's mouth sucking him so perfectly. The tension building at the base of his spine climbs higher, but all at once it ratchets tight and intense when Percy's fingers press deep and curl. It couldn't be more obvious that he's found what he's looking for when Essek's hips grind down hard against his hand and his lips part on a harsh gasp, a low whine, and then a groan as he keeps putting pressure there.
"Oh, light--"
His cock twitches against Percy's tongue, precome welling up steadily as the surplus of sensation becomes almost too much to handle for a man who hasn't been touched this way in more than three decades. He feels light-headed, focus drifting. Hazy violet eyes flutter closed, long white lashes bright against his dark his skin. It takes less than a minute for Essek's brow to knit up and his thighs go tight and begin quivering as the tension builds and builds. His release is no surprise when it comes, but it is a bone-deep relief. Essek's back arches and he clutches hard at Percival's hand as he whimpers his way through the most intense orgasm he's had in years, spilling into his mouth as promised.
It's a shame he doesn't have a better view, but Percy resolves to try to see his husband fall apart from a better angle if he gets the chance.
As it is, he keeps after Essek, applying skill and passion in equal measure as he's rewarded with elegant fingers gripping his hair and every gasp, whimper, and moan from the gorgeous man beneath him. Percy's arm tightens around Essek's thigh and he can't help a quiet moan of his own as his husband pushes toward him rather than squirming away.
Percival adjusts the thrust of his fingers to match the way Essek grinds against him, encouraging him as he feels the elf's thighs press against his shoulders. He rather likes feeling the quiver in his muscles as tension draws Essek's body tight. And it's all the more satisfying when it finally snaps. Percy moves his head back just enough to ensure he won't choke as his husband strains to push into him and against him. The heavier taste that coats his tongue is swallowed away before he bobs his head down again, taking Essek as deep as he dares as he shivers apart in Percy's arms. He squeezes Essek's hand, offering a tender gesture as his husband grabs at him.
He doesn't stop until he's sure that he's wrung Essek out. He releases Essek's cock and swallow again before pressing a wet kiss to dark skin. Then Percy lets himself catch his breath, head resting against Essek's stomach. His fingers are still buried, but he no longer torments with direct pressure or speed. They're barely moving at all, in fact, allowing Essek a moment of reprieve without withdrawing.
Essek's entire body buzzes even after he he sinks back into it off the high of climax. His chest fills and empties as he takes air into his lungs greedily, eyes still closed. His cock lays spent against his stomach, still wet from his husband's mouth, and the two fingers inside him move just enough to keep a base level of sensation, almost soothing. That gradual stretch still feels deeply satisfying even after he's come, but rather than seeking it himself, he lets Percival do the work.
His fingers flex and then stretch, and he drags them out of Percy's hair to cover his eyes with his forearm. The dark plum purple flush in his face has spread everywhere, and he feels hot and pleasantly heavy with that persistent tingling in his limbs. Every movement feels like it requires extra effort. But it's good. A wonderful, languid laziness, like all the tension has been fucked out of him. His toes uncurl against the bedsheets, and his thighs drift gradually further open again as he relaxes.
"Good," he breathes at last. With some effort, his arm shifts two inches higher, resting against his forehead, so Essek's eyes can blink open, looking down the length of his body at Percival. The wide, dark pupils contract against the influx of light. Low light for a human, but much brighter to a drow's sensitive eyes. "Very good. You may...continue." His lips press together hard enough for him to feel the prick of his own sharp canines against the inside of his mouth. "You will know better than I when I am ready to take you. Just be thorough. I don't care for pain."
Percy watches Essek work through his afterglow, first hiding his face as he tries to catch his breath. He doesn't try to rush his husband, just lets the moment unfold as Essek needs it to. The languid, heavy movements bring a certain satisfaction, knowing that he's the cause of Essek's relaxation. He smiles when he finally hears Essek's voice and Percy tips his head to brush another kiss across the elf's stomach, tongue flicking out to taste his skin.
He makes a note that his husband doesn't care for pain. He'll be sure to avoid it.
After another few moments, Percy adjusts his position, releasing Essek's thigh so that he can push himself up without pulling his fingers free. They slide out a bit as he moves, but soon enough they sink back in.
"You are entrancing to watch," he admits, voice warm and quiet. He leans down to brush a trail of kisses over Essek's sternum. "But I think I knew you would be."
Which suggests he might have thought about this before now.
Percival seems to consider for a moment, debating how best to approach this. He absolutely does not want to hurt Essek with carelessness, and while two fingers might be sufficient... maybe it would be better to work him open just a bit more. He withdraws his fingers slowly, just to spread the oil that's on them.
"Tell me if it's too much." His gaze is intent on Essek's face as he strokes over his hole, teasing a bit before he carefully pushes three fingers back in. Percy watches for any sign of discomfort or tension, sinking in slowly to give Essek's body time to relax and adjust.
I knew you would be, Percival says, and Essek's long ears flicker just slightly, as though pricking up at an interesting sound. The intensity with which they'd fallen into each other tonight is a strong indicator that they had each acknowledged their attraction to one another well beforehand, but a confirmation that Percival has thought of him like this before makes something flutter pleasantly in Essek's stomach.
The press of a third finger inside him is about the only thing that could distract him from that idea. It's a good thing that he'd opted to come sooner rather than later. Relaxed from his orgasm, he takes them much more easily than he would have otherwise, with more oil and a little gentle but insistent pressure. Percival is honestly very good at this. He's patient and attentive, attuned to Essek's body in a way that Essek quietly marvels at. He's never had a lover quite like this. But it's a tight fit regardless, and he takes a sharp breath as they press all the way in to the last knuckle. That's--light, that's a lot. It doesn't hurt precisely, but he does feel very full.
"It is more than I have had before, I think," he admits. "But...not bad. Just, ah, just a moment--"
Lifting his arm from his forehead, Essek reaches above him to grab the corner of one of the more solid pillows on the bed and tug it down toward him. His muscles still feel a little like pudding, but he manages to drag it down far enough to nudge it carefully beneath the small of his back to prop his hips up. It opens him up nicely, and the angle is easier for both of them.
"Better," he decides. Good enough that he has no trouble picking up the previous thread of conversation, which he is far from finished with. "Tell me when you first thought of doing this."
As Essek grabs for a pillow, Percy feels a momentary flash of annoyance with himself for not thinking of that. The support makes an immediate difference and it feels easier to push deeper.
"Much," he agrees, and he tries to hide his amusement as Essek picks up the conversation right where they left off. Naturally, his husband no longer has urgent arousal to contend with, but Percival is intent on keeping up his end of the conversation. He eases his fingers out a little, then sinks them back in, keeping his pace slow and easy as he works Essek open.
"The night you asked for your tower." Percy keeps his eyes on his husband's face as he makes that confession. "You always look put together, but you made more effort that night. And the way you said my name when you brought it up."
He smiles at the memory as he fucks Essek gently, never pushing further than he thinks Essek can take. As badly as he wants to bury himself in this man, Percy is willing to be patient with this.
"You were so ready to argue your case. You didn't show it, you're too practiced for that, but the way you paused made me think I'd surprised you. And I liked that I could." Percival leans down to brush another kiss over Essek's warm skin, nipping lightly before he looks up again. "The way you smiled after that and the light in your eyes... it was real. You weren't humoring me or anyone else. And it was also the first time we'd really touched since we were married."
It had been the barest brush of Essek's fingers over his hand, but the memory of it lingered long after the dinner ended.
On asking, he hadn't expected the answer to have such an effect on him. But when Percival explains when and why and what he saw in him that night it strikes straight at his heart. His expression betrays a little of that, raw and open and exposed as he feels in this moment, with the gentle parting of his lips, the upward knit of his brows, and a slow blink that is almost a wince. He was surprised that night, and it had changed his perspective of his husband in a way that gave him hope. Long months have passed since then, and Percival has continued to surprise him constantly, always for the better.
Essek gazes up at him now, feeling the gentle pressure of his fingers thrusting just enough to get him used to the sensation. He knows that Percival has been hard with little touch or relief since they were kissing in the palace hallway. Yet he is still so slow and careful in this process for Essek's sake, entirely without complaint.
"That night..." he murmurs, and reaches up to lay his hand against the center of Percival's pink-flushed chest, just because he wants to touch him. He looks a little different without his glasses, but no less handsome. "It changed things for me. I did not...think of this. Not then. But I looked at you differently after that."
His fingers flex and hook so that his nails can scrape lightly against Percy's skin as he drags them down his sternum. "I like that you desired me then. That was the intent of my maneuver that evening." His tongue passes briefly over his lips, and his expression turns pensive for a moment before he decides to command, "Deeper. I can withstand a little more urgency." His lips tug up at the corners in a gentle smirk.
Percival watches the expressions play out across Essek's face, and he finds himself appreciating that he's allowed to see that at all. He knows how guarded Essek was. How guarded they both were.
His breath catches as his husband's palm presses to his chest, forcing his attention back to his own body for a moment and the near-painful arousal. Percy swallows thickly and tries to drag himself back from that, paying attention to Essek's voice. And then well-kept nails dig against him and drag down. He feels his cock throb and he has to shift his position.
"I know it was. And it isn't the way you looked that convinced me... but I appreciate the effort all the same."
The command for more sends another jolt through him. Percy pushes as deep as he can, waiting just a moment before he resumes fucking Essek like that: a bit faster, a bit harder, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to not imagine burying his cock in his husband and feeling that friction and heat in a way that will satisfy him. Steady on, de Rolo.
And, of course, Essek wants to continue the conversation. Percy meets his husband's gaze again and a faint smirk of his own appears.
"On the road here," he admits. He shifts so that he can lean over the elf more. "We'd stopped for the night. Dinner was quiet, and as you retired, you swept your cloak off before disappearing into your room and I could see the tension in your shoulders."
Percy leans down to kiss Essek's shoulder, lips parting to run his tongue over the dark skin.
"And I wanted nothing more than to offer you some relief. And distraction. And... perhaps an apology."
Essek's eyelids flutter as Percy leans over him, and he allows himself to think back to the night he references, only a few days ago. He was sore and disgruntled from traveling; extended carriage rides are very much not for him. He'd removed his cloak without thinking, bidding his husband a quick good night before disappearing into solitude. He allows himself to entertain the thought of Percival catching the door before it closes, offering to ease some of that tension.
He can't imagine a scenario in which he would not have accepted. His feelings then were as strong as they are now, or nearly so.
"An apology?"
His voice is a little tighter, and he keeps his response short by necessity as Percival's mouth traces sweetly along his shoulder. His braced hand clutches harder at Percy's chest, nails pricking with a more deliberate sting. Essek shivers, a gentle wave of sensation prickling up and down his spine. Between that and the way Percival fucks him, giving him more and faster and working him open deliberately, he can feel the distinct stirrings of arousal beginning to build again, making his breath catch and his desire to get his husband's cock inside him that much more pressing.
It had been a compromise. Percy has every intention of allowing Essek to teleport them back to Whitestone when they are ready to leave Emon. He presses closer between his husband's thighs and the sting of Essek's nails against his chest helps to keep him in the moment. And when it feels relatively easy to thrust his fingers into Essek, Percy finally pulls them free.
He braces himself over the elf and strokes the remaining oil over his cock, adding to what Essek already bestowed on him earlier. The moment he touches himself, he nearly falters. Percy doesn't dare do more than necessary. Despite that, he teases both of them a bit: his cock slides against Essek, brushing past his hole without any real guidance.
"And you?" he asks quietly. "Did you ever think about this?"
Percy grinds against his husband again and finally a quiet, strained moan escapes him. Gods, he is aching.
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Percy presses a hand to the wizard's back and slides it up his spine as his other arm rests loosely around Essek's hips. He dips his head to lavish attention along his neck, the kisses more heated with teeth and tongue as he tests to figure out exactly what his husband likes. Knowledge is irresistible and this is no different, especially when he can put it to such good use. His tongue teases over Essek's pulse, then he sucks lightly. Percival finds himself wondering exactly what it would take to make a bruise show on his husband's dark skin.
He grips Essek's thigh to tug him closer still, trying to eliminate the space between them.
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"Like that," he encourages breathlessly, pulled flush against his husband until he can feel the outline of Percy cock between them nestled right up against his own, separated only by the breeches he'd requested Percival keep on for now. There was a reason for that: Essek wants to do this unwrapping himself.
His hands slip between them as Percy lavishes him with attention, finding the clasps to work open the front of Percy's breeches. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he reaches beneath the loosened fabric to curl his fingers around his husband's cock, giving it an eager stroke as he looks down between them. It's flushed a warm red, and noticeably bigger than other men Essek has been with in the past, purely because he has only ever been with other drow, who like him tend toward pretty and slender. And Essek cannot help but find everything about his husband's very human body delightful and intriguing.
"Quite sturdy here, too," he comments, softly teasing.
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"All for your enjoyment, darling," he purrs, quietly breathless. His hands slide up to cradle Essek's face, to draw him into another kiss that betrays Percy's fraying patience. Despite that, he is not inclined to rush Essek: he wants this to unfold the way that his husband wants. If this is to be their long-belated wedding night, Percival wants it to be good. To have been worth the wait, even if neither of them could have ever anticipated ending up here.
Percy finally slides his glasses off. He glances around for somewhere to put them and settles for leaving them on the bed for right now. He'll hopefully remember to move them before they end up on the floor.
He runs a hand down Essek's chest and stomach, making no mystery of his goal. Percy keeps his eyes on his husband's face as he finally curls his fingers around his cock, which is just as pretty as the rest of him. His thumb sweeps over the head before he strokes down. It occurs to him that while he was told to wait for Essek here, he'd not been told to stay here. So his hands move again and, with some impressive coordination, he picks Essek up and rolls them over so that he can pin his husband against the blankets.
For all that Percy is more physically robust, he has no doubt that Essek could very quickly and firmly put him in his place should he cross a line. But he hopes it doesn't come to that.
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The world shifts, and then his back hits the soft mattress and he's suddenly looking up at Percival over him, pressing him down into the bed, and it's exactly what he needs. His cock lays stiff against his stomach and his thighs part around Percival's waist, inviting him as close as he'd like.
"Just like this," he purrs, drawing Percy down for a needy kiss, a little easier now that he is no longer wearing his glasses. One fang scrapes over Percy's lower lip as he draws back, intentionally just enough to sting. "I want you over me just like this while you open me up for your cock."
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"I don't suppose you've anything to help us with that...?"
He realizes that it's possible that someone else might have had the foresight to provide for two men who share a marriage bed. No one in the keep would know one way or the other.
As he awaits his husband's answer, Percy leans to investigate the bedside drawer, without giving up his position between Essek's thighs.
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But of course, they can't proceed on feeling and desire alone. There are practical measures to be considered.
"Ah, of course." Without hesitation, Essek takes Percy's hand. With an arcane word muttered under his breath and his fingertips gently grazing over Percy's palm, Prestigitation leaves both of their fingers slick with a clear, semi-viscous oil. "A useful little spell," he murmurs, and reaches between them to wrap his oiled fingers around Percival's cock. Preemptive, perhaps, but he strokes slow and tight up along the shaft, squeezing over the head and back down again, just wanting to give his husband a little pleasure, and perhaps satisfy his own curiosity a little further.
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As he pulls back, Percival shifts his weight more onto his knees. He keeps his eyes on Essek's face as his hand slips down between them. Slick fingers tease between his cheeks, rubbing slowly over his hole. He's utterly entranced by the lean lines of his husband's body.
"How long has it been, darling?" he asks rather tenderly. He's in no hurry now that they're here, regardless of how worked up they both are. His other hand strokes over Essek's thigh, gently pulling him closer.
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"Longer than you have existed, at least," he says primly, violet eyes flickering open again to look over Percival's features. "I do not do this casually."
Which explains the idea of letting Percival fuck him, a privilege afforded to very few.
"But I wish to do it with you."
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A quarter of a century at least seems like a long time, even for an elf. But something softens in him at the realization of how privileged he is in this moment. He presses his free hand to the bed, propping himself over Essek, not quite within reach for a kiss unless he leans closer, or unless Essek sit up.
Percy takes his time, rubbing and teasing gently before he lets one finger push in. His breath catches in his throat at the perfect heat of him, a little dazed with that first penetration.
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He wonders if Percival is thinking the same thing.
Adjusting takes a moment, but Essek reaches between them to stroke himself, relieving a little pressure with a sigh. "I had almost forgotten how good this feels," he murmurs dreamily. "Light, Percival, you are going to fill me. I have never..." His breath hitches as he lets his thumb rub the head of his cock, dripping precome onto his fingers. A smirk spreads across his lips, slow and pleased. "...had the satisfaction of a human lover."
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A grin flashes across his face when Essek confesses to never having had a human lover.
"I must make a good impression then."
The color in Percy's cheeks and chest is evident, pale skin hiding nothing. Unable to resist, he leans down to lick the head of Essek's cock and sighs at the taste of him. Oh yes, he is looking forward to getting to know every inch of his husband.
When it feels like Essek has relaxed enough, Percival withdraws, then pushes back in with two fingers to coax him open.
"I have long admired you in moments of academic passion... I must say, you're breathtaking like this."
He's slower this time as he eases his fingers deeper, allowing Essek's body time to adjust.
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Essek is far from unaffected by knowing that he's been admired, is being admired. He smiles, and slowly, carefully, begins to shift his hips to meet Percival's fingers, breathing hard as they curl deeper inside him.
"If you think so, you should tease me less," he says cheekily. A slender hand lifts up to touch the corner of Percival's lips. "Your mouth...I want more of that."
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"Then you shall have it."
Percy shifts lower, careful with his fingers as he does. His other hand smooths over Essek's stomach, then his cock. Like the rest of him, it's quite lovely. He holds his husband's gaze just for a moment, then guides his cock into his mouth. Percival hums his pleasure at the feel of him and his fingers press deep. He finds a rhythm again as he lifts his head. His lips and tongue trace the underside of Essek's cock, indulging himself with that exploration.
His fingers curl gently on the next stroke and he takes Essek in his mouth again with a slow bob of his head.
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"Oh k'allis, see on kõik, im'e mind'e, ava mind'e lai'alt..."
Nearly every word he murmurs in his own tongue is somewhere between encouragement and pure filth. After such a long build up Essek feels his arousal spike hard and not taper off, pleasure climbing rapidly now that it is concentrated and deliberate. His cock is dripping over Percy's tongue, and tension building near the base of his spine tells him he is going to come very soon if his gorgeous husband continues to both fuck him with his fingers and suck him off. But Essek isn't worried; a second orgasm is not only feasible for him, but practically a given.
With another soft moan, Essek's hips rock up again, and he feels as though he is both going to lift into the air and melt into the bed. "I am going to spill into this lovely mouth and you are going to swallow for me," he hisses, gathering all the authority he can while he feels his self-control waning. "Aren't you, my sweet boy?"
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He lowers himself more until he can slide his arm beneath Essek's thigh, wrapping around it to hold him close as his hips start moving. His eyes flick up when he hears Common again. The praise washes over him and Percy offers a slow suck as he lifts his head. He doesn't pop off, though, doesn't offer an answer beyond the way his arm briefly tightens around Essek's thigh and a caress across his hip. He is absolutely going to swallow whatever his husband has to give.
Though his focus remains soley on Essek, Percy finds himself seeking the relief of friction. He rocks his hips against the bed beneath them, careful not to work himself up too much.
Percy takes Essek down as he pushes his fingers deep, still persistently working him open. As he draws them back, he pays attention, looking very deliberately for that spot that will encourage his orgasm. Every thrust after that is short and calculated, keeping the pressure steady. He tries to pay attention to all the warning signs: he doesn't want to choke and risk losing anything.
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The gentle stretch Essek still feels as two dexterous human fingers fuck into him is offset by the incredible wet heat of Percy's mouth sucking him so perfectly. The tension building at the base of his spine climbs higher, but all at once it ratchets tight and intense when Percy's fingers press deep and curl. It couldn't be more obvious that he's found what he's looking for when Essek's hips grind down hard against his hand and his lips part on a harsh gasp, a low whine, and then a groan as he keeps putting pressure there.
"Oh, light--"
His cock twitches against Percy's tongue, precome welling up steadily as the surplus of sensation becomes almost too much to handle for a man who hasn't been touched this way in more than three decades. He feels light-headed, focus drifting. Hazy violet eyes flutter closed, long white lashes bright against his dark his skin. It takes less than a minute for Essek's brow to knit up and his thighs go tight and begin quivering as the tension builds and builds. His release is no surprise when it comes, but it is a bone-deep relief. Essek's back arches and he clutches hard at Percival's hand as he whimpers his way through the most intense orgasm he's had in years, spilling into his mouth as promised.
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As it is, he keeps after Essek, applying skill and passion in equal measure as he's rewarded with elegant fingers gripping his hair and every gasp, whimper, and moan from the gorgeous man beneath him. Percy's arm tightens around Essek's thigh and he can't help a quiet moan of his own as his husband pushes toward him rather than squirming away.
Percival adjusts the thrust of his fingers to match the way Essek grinds against him, encouraging him as he feels the elf's thighs press against his shoulders. He rather likes feeling the quiver in his muscles as tension draws Essek's body tight. And it's all the more satisfying when it finally snaps. Percy moves his head back just enough to ensure he won't choke as his husband strains to push into him and against him. The heavier taste that coats his tongue is swallowed away before he bobs his head down again, taking Essek as deep as he dares as he shivers apart in Percy's arms. He squeezes Essek's hand, offering a tender gesture as his husband grabs at him.
He doesn't stop until he's sure that he's wrung Essek out. He releases Essek's cock and swallow again before pressing a wet kiss to dark skin. Then Percy lets himself catch his breath, head resting against Essek's stomach. His fingers are still buried, but he no longer torments with direct pressure or speed. They're barely moving at all, in fact, allowing Essek a moment of reprieve without withdrawing.
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His fingers flex and then stretch, and he drags them out of Percy's hair to cover his eyes with his forearm. The dark plum purple flush in his face has spread everywhere, and he feels hot and pleasantly heavy with that persistent tingling in his limbs. Every movement feels like it requires extra effort. But it's good. A wonderful, languid laziness, like all the tension has been fucked out of him. His toes uncurl against the bedsheets, and his thighs drift gradually further open again as he relaxes.
"Good," he breathes at last. With some effort, his arm shifts two inches higher, resting against his forehead, so Essek's eyes can blink open, looking down the length of his body at Percival. The wide, dark pupils contract against the influx of light. Low light for a human, but much brighter to a drow's sensitive eyes. "Very good. You may...continue." His lips press together hard enough for him to feel the prick of his own sharp canines against the inside of his mouth. "You will know better than I when I am ready to take you. Just be thorough. I don't care for pain."
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He makes a note that his husband doesn't care for pain. He'll be sure to avoid it.
After another few moments, Percy adjusts his position, releasing Essek's thigh so that he can push himself up without pulling his fingers free. They slide out a bit as he moves, but soon enough they sink back in.
"You are entrancing to watch," he admits, voice warm and quiet. He leans down to brush a trail of kisses over Essek's sternum. "But I think I knew you would be."
Which suggests he might have thought about this before now.
Percival seems to consider for a moment, debating how best to approach this. He absolutely does not want to hurt Essek with carelessness, and while two fingers might be sufficient... maybe it would be better to work him open just a bit more. He withdraws his fingers slowly, just to spread the oil that's on them.
"Tell me if it's too much." His gaze is intent on Essek's face as he strokes over his hole, teasing a bit before he carefully pushes three fingers back in. Percy watches for any sign of discomfort or tension, sinking in slowly to give Essek's body time to relax and adjust.
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The press of a third finger inside him is about the only thing that could distract him from that idea. It's a good thing that he'd opted to come sooner rather than later. Relaxed from his orgasm, he takes them much more easily than he would have otherwise, with more oil and a little gentle but insistent pressure. Percival is honestly very good at this. He's patient and attentive, attuned to Essek's body in a way that Essek quietly marvels at. He's never had a lover quite like this. But it's a tight fit regardless, and he takes a sharp breath as they press all the way in to the last knuckle. That's--light, that's a lot. It doesn't hurt precisely, but he does feel very full.
"It is more than I have had before, I think," he admits. "But...not bad. Just, ah, just a moment--"
Lifting his arm from his forehead, Essek reaches above him to grab the corner of one of the more solid pillows on the bed and tug it down toward him. His muscles still feel a little like pudding, but he manages to drag it down far enough to nudge it carefully beneath the small of his back to prop his hips up. It opens him up nicely, and the angle is easier for both of them.
"Better," he decides. Good enough that he has no trouble picking up the previous thread of conversation, which he is far from finished with. "Tell me when you first thought of doing this."
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"Much," he agrees, and he tries to hide his amusement as Essek picks up the conversation right where they left off. Naturally, his husband no longer has urgent arousal to contend with, but Percival is intent on keeping up his end of the conversation. He eases his fingers out a little, then sinks them back in, keeping his pace slow and easy as he works Essek open.
"The night you asked for your tower." Percy keeps his eyes on his husband's face as he makes that confession. "You always look put together, but you made more effort that night. And the way you said my name when you brought it up."
He smiles at the memory as he fucks Essek gently, never pushing further than he thinks Essek can take. As badly as he wants to bury himself in this man, Percy is willing to be patient with this.
"You were so ready to argue your case. You didn't show it, you're too practiced for that, but the way you paused made me think I'd surprised you. And I liked that I could." Percival leans down to brush another kiss over Essek's warm skin, nipping lightly before he looks up again. "The way you smiled after that and the light in your eyes... it was real. You weren't humoring me or anyone else. And it was also the first time we'd really touched since we were married."
It had been the barest brush of Essek's fingers over his hand, but the memory of it lingered long after the dinner ended.
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Essek gazes up at him now, feeling the gentle pressure of his fingers thrusting just enough to get him used to the sensation. He knows that Percival has been hard with little touch or relief since they were kissing in the palace hallway. Yet he is still so slow and careful in this process for Essek's sake, entirely without complaint.
"That night..." he murmurs, and reaches up to lay his hand against the center of Percival's pink-flushed chest, just because he wants to touch him. He looks a little different without his glasses, but no less handsome. "It changed things for me. I did not...think of this. Not then. But I looked at you differently after that."
His fingers flex and hook so that his nails can scrape lightly against Percy's skin as he drags them down his sternum. "I like that you desired me then. That was the intent of my maneuver that evening." His tongue passes briefly over his lips, and his expression turns pensive for a moment before he decides to command, "Deeper. I can withstand a little more urgency." His lips tug up at the corners in a gentle smirk.
"Tell me when you last thought of doing this."
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His breath catches as his husband's palm presses to his chest, forcing his attention back to his own body for a moment and the near-painful arousal. Percy swallows thickly and tries to drag himself back from that, paying attention to Essek's voice. And then well-kept nails dig against him and drag down. He feels his cock throb and he has to shift his position.
"I know it was. And it isn't the way you looked that convinced me... but I appreciate the effort all the same."
The command for more sends another jolt through him. Percy pushes as deep as he can, waiting just a moment before he resumes fucking Essek like that: a bit faster, a bit harder, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to not imagine burying his cock in his husband and feeling that friction and heat in a way that will satisfy him. Steady on, de Rolo.
And, of course, Essek wants to continue the conversation. Percy meets his husband's gaze again and a faint smirk of his own appears.
"On the road here," he admits. He shifts so that he can lean over the elf more. "We'd stopped for the night. Dinner was quiet, and as you retired, you swept your cloak off before disappearing into your room and I could see the tension in your shoulders."
Percy leans down to kiss Essek's shoulder, lips parting to run his tongue over the dark skin.
"And I wanted nothing more than to offer you some relief. And distraction. And... perhaps an apology."
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He can't imagine a scenario in which he would not have accepted. His feelings then were as strong as they are now, or nearly so.
"An apology?"
His voice is a little tighter, and he keeps his response short by necessity as Percival's mouth traces sweetly along his shoulder. His braced hand clutches harder at Percy's chest, nails pricking with a more deliberate sting. Essek shivers, a gentle wave of sensation prickling up and down his spine. Between that and the way Percival fucks him, giving him more and faster and working him open deliberately, he can feel the distinct stirrings of arousal beginning to build again, making his breath catch and his desire to get his husband's cock inside him that much more pressing.
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It had been a compromise. Percy has every intention of allowing Essek to teleport them back to Whitestone when they are ready to leave Emon. He presses closer between his husband's thighs and the sting of Essek's nails against his chest helps to keep him in the moment. And when it feels relatively easy to thrust his fingers into Essek, Percy finally pulls them free.
He braces himself over the elf and strokes the remaining oil over his cock, adding to what Essek already bestowed on him earlier. The moment he touches himself, he nearly falters. Percy doesn't dare do more than necessary. Despite that, he teases both of them a bit: his cock slides against Essek, brushing past his hole without any real guidance.
"And you?" he asks quietly. "Did you ever think about this?"
Percy grinds against his husband again and finally a quiet, strained moan escapes him. Gods, he is aching.
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