alignmyheart | au of an au

Percy doesn't know what he's expecting when Essek touches his cock, but the jolt of pleasure earns his husband a low whine. The wolf puts his head down, jaws open as he pants. He can feel his cock throb beneath the wizard's hand and he growls in answer to Essek's praise. He bites the blanket to avoid trying to get his mouth on Essek as he presses close, trapping him between their bodies. It's the touch of his omega's skin that is driving him wild.

Essek.

It isn't an easy tone to discern but it is certainly one Essek has heard before. It's somewhere between a plea and a warning as his hips shift and he grinds against his husband, trying to encourage the friction of his touch and chasing the warmth of his bare skin. Another whimper edged with frustration rises in his throat. He wants to bury himself until they are locked together.

With another low sound, Percival moves.

While he does not have a lot of finesse, he is as gentle as he can be with the smaller body now beneath his. The wolf pushes Essek until he's on his stomach, pulls him up until he has his knees, at least, beneath him. His entire body covers the drow's and he whines as his cock brushes over Essek's back.

Essek absolutely relishes the very visible reactions in his partner, whining and twitching and growling and grinding against him in response to his touch. He's completely fascinated. Perhaps when they are both feeling less urgent, he will be able to explore his mate's body more thoroughly, and they can discover together what he likes in this shape. For now, Essek gives a satisfied hum, hearing his name in his mind and recognizing the intent behind it.

Obediently, he rolls over at the wolf's gentle but inelegant prodding, sensing his urgency and feeling it fully himself. The noise he makes as his body is arranged by those huge paws is not a word, but it is encouraging. He anchors himself in the blankets, spreads his knees wider, arches his back to lift his hips. He can think of nothing but this, finally exactly where he needs to be. He can feel the brush of his alpha's soft fur, the warmth of his huge, solid body covering him. He can nearly hear the pounding of his own pulse as he feels the slippery heat of the wolf's cock against his back. He whimpers as a current of almost painful desire spreads through his body and settles there between his legs, where his cunt is on obscene display, dark folds flushed and swollen and glistening with arousal.

With a hand almost shaking in anticipation, Essek reaches carefully behind himself and curls his fingers gently around his husband's cock. He guides it down along the seam of his ass until it's angled between his legs instead, the tapered tip sliding along the wet heat of his slit, against his own cock, much smaller but fully aroused, and then against his stomach, nudging the hint of softness below his navel.

Essek, bracing himself on his arms and pressing his forehead to the blankets beneath him, doesn't speak. He doesn't have to. He whines, high and soft in the back of his throat. From here this is all instinct, the most primal and omega he's ever felt. But it's right, as natural as a perfectly ripe fruit being plucked or a night-blooming flower opening in the moonlight. He loves and trusts and desires his alpha, as he should. The contentment he finds in that quiets his remarkable mind and awakens his body, young and beautiful but more or less ignored for more than a century as he refused to be claimed this way. Until tonight, when he needed to share his heat with Percival so badly that he would let nothing come between them.

Percival is struggling. They have never done this before with Essek in heat and to do it now, while he's like this, feels overwhelming. He doesn't want to hurt Essek, his desire to protect this man above all others is down in his marrow like this. But as soon as his heavy cock slides past his husband's cunt, all he can think about is burying himself in him. It's been a while since he's been through a real rut and he doesn't think he has one coming on (gods, he hopes not), but all he can think about is this. Essk is meant to be right here, beneath him: safe and cared for and receptive. The sound of his voice fills Percy's head.

He shifts his hips, adjusts his stance to get closer, to try to get the angle right. He growls as the head of his cock nudges against Essek's opening without fully penetrating: pressure just makes him pop out again and graze higher.

Help. Even his voice in Essek's head sounds ragged. Percy bears his teeth as Essek's hand touches him again, giving him the guidance he needs. The tip presses against his husband again, and this time as Percy thrusts forward, he sinks in. Percival fights to remember that he can't just shove deeper, not yet. There's a soft mantra that Essek might catch rushing through his head, Percy repeating over and over to himself that he isn't going to hurt his husband. He'll stop, or Essek will stop him and he'll listen. He isn't losing his mind. Again.

Even as he tries not to bury himself, he can't quite help the small, abortive movements of his hips as he seeks the slick, tight heat of Essek's body, generating friction that both takes the edge of and makes him feel more urgent all at once.

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As soon as Percival asks for his help, Essek reaches back again to position him where he needs to be. The first attempt was a tease for them both. He pushes his hips back to make this first thrust easier and guides the tip of his lover's cock through his folds to press against his entrance, gripping his shaft loosely until Percival applies enough pressure to sink in without mishap.

"There, dearest, you--ah--"

Essek gasps as he feels Percy's hips snap forward, and he takes several more inches than he expected to all at once as his husband's cock, slick and tapered, sinks into him smoothly. His hand falls back to the blanket to support himself, and his cunt throbs at the sensation of sudden fullness. He can hear the concerned reassurances his mate is repeating in his mind, and in return he conveys how very not hurt he is, how good it feels to finally get what he's been craving all night. More than pleasure, it is bone-deep relief.

Fingers curling into the blanket under him, Essek moans softly but openly as even the smallest shifting inside him produces bright, intense sparks of pleasure. He feels stretched, the tight walls of his cunt gradually accommodating something larger than he's used to, but they haven't yet reached the point where he was anticipating his girth becoming a challenge.

Murmuring a phrase in Undercommon that most would find rather sacrilegious given that he's applying it to his werewolf husband's cock rather than the Light of knowledge and eternal life, Essek rolls his hips back in eager and impatient counterpoint. He swaps back to a language they both know for a heated plea. "Please my love, take me, you feel so good..."

Edited 2022-01-05 00:54 (UTC)

The wolf voiced a whining growl as Essek moves beneath him, pushing back to take him deeper. Percy leans his weight forward into one paw and the other leg hooks beneath Essek's hips, not quite dragging him closer but certainly making sure that he cannot pull away. Percival is panting with the effort of restraint and excitement. His tongue sweeps over Essek's shoulder and he tries to keep himself from biting down like he wants to.

Every small thrust gets him a little deeper. He fucks Essek shallowly, trying to give him time to relax into the stretch, trying to give his body a moment to adjust. While he can't muster words to answer Essek, he tries to leave himself somewhat open, sharing how deliriously good it feels to be inside him, how eager he is for more.

His eyes close and Percival revels in the feeling of his husband accepting him, the squeeze of slick heat around him as the scent of Essek's arousal fills the small cavern. He's more than halfway in when a breathless voice finally manages to manifest words.

Good? Do you need--what do you need?

They're both lost to the physicality of it for a bit. Essek is near euphoric as he's made to take more of that long, thick, hot length into the tight, slick clutch of his cunt, and his small body gradually adjusts to allow it. What arouses him most about the process of working himself up to accepting his alpha's cock is the big paw gripping his hips, ensuring that he can't squirm away. Taking more is his only option, and so he does.

Essek has never been so loud in bed before. Whimpers and gasps are punched out of him with nearly every little thrust, and by the time Percival speaks into his mind, more than half of his impressive cock buried in the vicelike grip of his omega's cunt. The short rocking motions and the wide stretch at his entrance and the constant rubbing against the incredibly sensitive front wall have Essek on a precipice already, head spinning. He can't possibly speak aloud right now and be understood.

I have never felt anything like this. The thought comes through clearer than words would. Don't stop. I need you, alpha, yes, like that--

Even that deteriorates as a tremor passes through Essek's body, pleasure peaking sharply and cunt squeezing. This orgasm comes with a soft whine and a needy roll of his hips, welcoming more of his husband's cock and milking every inch inside him.

He builds to a quicker pace, then slows down, sort of starting and stopping in an attempt to satisfy them both and give Essek time. Apparently it's enough, though, because he can feel the flutter and squeeze of his husband's cunt.

Percy snaps at air when Essek goes tight around him. His hips give a jerk, trying to get deeper as his mate pushes back against him, still seeking more even as an orgasm shudders through him. His arm stays tight against the other man's hip.

As soon as Essek starts to relax, Percy bucks his hips to push deep. When he realizes that he can, that Essek can take him, he starts fucking in earnest. He curls over his husband, his rhythm steady and firm now that he isn't trying to hold back. He can smell his precome mingling with Essek's slick and he growls deep in his chest. This is how it should be.

He wants to grab around Essek's other hip, but he doesn't dare try to shift his weight: while his omega might be able to take his cock, he is not about to make his smaller body support them both. Percy does move the arm that's holding his weight, making sure it's slotted against Essek's shoulder to ensure that he isn't being pushed forward, effectively trapping him in place as the great wolf ruts into him. It's rougher, more demanding as he seeks to make a claim as much as he's trying to satisfy his mate's needs. He is vaguely aware of the faint swell starting near the base of his cock.

Panting harder, he mouths at Essek's shoulder, teeth grazing but never allowing too much pressure.

Essek might as well be on another plane. As his orgasm tapers his body slumps and relaxes, and his cunt is open enough to accept the full length of his husband's cock, or nearly so, and he quickly takes advantage. He's being fucked with a need before his legs even stop shaking, and Essek feels like could come again at any moment as he's filled more fully and deeply than he could have imagined, the stretch a sweet ache. If he could spare a hand for it, he'd spread his fingers below his navel, certain his mate must be buried deep enough to feel from the outside. A small bump on his otherwise flat stomach, maybe.

But his arms are both needed to keep him from collapsing down into the blankets. Thankfully Percival is mindful enough to support him too, otherwise he really might be shoved forward with each of the wolf's powerful, demanding thrusts. One way or another he's going to be rutted into their bedding, but at least his knees won't suffer for it.

He can't help his noises of pleasure, soft but constant, but he wouldn't stifle them even if he could. He wants his alpha to know how good he feels, that this hard, demanding pace satisfies him more than just physically. He's being claimed. He knows it, and when he is bred, so will everyone else.

A surge of adrenaline accompanies the nip of sharp teeth, and Essek's back arches further in supplication, allowing his mate to rub his cock deeper into him. Light, he must be in to the hilt by now. He feels wrecked. "Oh, dearest," he pants, tossing his head back and exposing his throat willingly, a show of a trust and submission.

Does it feel good? he asks, sounding breathless and slightly distracted even in his thoughts. I have never been filled like this. I am yours, I am yours, all yours, my love.

Mine. It's a sharp, singular word and an accompanying growl fills Percy's chest. He's had possessive feelings over Essek before, ones he could acknowledge as an alpha with genuine love and affection for his omega. But this is magnified. If he were to go into a full rut, he would pity anyone who got too close.

As it is, he has his husband in his den, a place hidden and away from everyone, everything. Maybe it's right that this happens here the first time, as he claim Essek in the most primal way.

He can feel the way Essek arches, the way he makes sure that his throat is exposed. Percy can't manage to articulate more than that, too swept up in feeling and instinct and need. The thickening knot near the base of his cock becomes more apparent and he closes his jaws over Essek's shoulder. He doesn't bite so much as hold onto him, impressively gentle despite everything else.

The arm around Essek's hip tenses more as the wolf slows down, more careful as he pushes his knot into his mate's perfect cunt. It isn't full yet, but he wants to make sure that it's in before it is.

Once Percival is quite satisfied that he's as deep as he can get, he starts moving again. There are no long thrusts now, just short, hard ones that make the knot stroke against stretched walls just inside Essek's opening as he starts to come. His teeth dig gently against Essek's skin, but they never do more than pinch. It's an urge he cannot ignore, but he's still careful.

He feels caught in a delirious momentum, dizzied by the urgent drive to breed. Something like a groan reverberates through him as the knot swells a little more, ensuring they are locked together. He slows to a grind, panting hard as he holds onto Essek as tightly as he dares as he fills him.

The growl reverberates through Essek's body the way the word does through his mind, possessive and protective and reassuring. Knowing that he is Percival's gives him peace and pleasure. And Percival stakes his claim very, very clearly.

Essek had been so embarrassed the first time Percival had used that toy with him, the one meant to simulate an expanding knot. Entirely new to the experience, he hadn't known then how even that would affect him, triggering instincts he hadn't accessed before. He'd become needy and submissive and came hard in a remarkably short time. Eventually his embarrassment shifted to excitement as he grew closer with Percival and the toy was used more often, and finally he looked forward to experiencing the real thing with his husband.

While he hadn't imagined this, it would have been difficult to anticipate taking his first knot from a massive wolf while in heat. His fantasies absolutely pale in comparison to reality, anyway. If his experiences with Percival's clever toy had shifted his perspective, this is rewriting it completely.

A wave of elation and arousal sweeps over him as he finally, unmistakably feels the growing knot, and he goes still, letting his alpha take control entirely. The wolf's jaw opens around his shoulder and his thrusts slow, easing his knot into his cunt and keeping it there as it grows thicker. It feels dizzyingly good grinding against his walls as his mate's thrusts get shorter but somehow more demanding, every inch of his cock buried in his omega's soft little cunt. Essek can feel fur against the curve of his ass and the back of his thighs, and he's close to coming again when he realizes that Percival already is, and he can feel it.

"Oh," he gasps, and that is about all he can manage. His thoughts are more instinctual than fully formed because he can feel his alpha's seed filling his cunt and his knot swell to keep it inside him and it is everything his heat has been demanding from him. He searched out his alpha to fuck and mate and breed. Deadly sharp teeth prick his shoulder and warm, panting breaths paint his skin and a huge paw clutches him, holding him there on the wolf's cock inside him as it spills and spills, and Essek comes hard enough for his knees to buckle as he shakes apart. His cunt tightens rhythmically around his husband's cock. The world goes fuzzy and warm and soft. He slumps forward, and the only thing keeping his hips up is his husband's arm around him. He can feel the tug of his knot against his entrance, swollen enough that it doesn't pull free, and the grinding inside him feels fucking euphoric, only prolonging his pleasure.

What Percival might be able to discern through their link is an intense combination of sensation and emotion, but the underlying message is surprisingly clear. Yours.

Percival had been wildly aroused the first time they used the toy, in part because it showed him a side of Essek he'd never had the chance to experience. Watching his husband take a knot roughly the size of his own (as a human man) had led to a hard fuck afterward. Essek's interest in trying again and their discussions of potentially spending a heat or rut cycle together after that had been promising. Percy couldn't have expected this, but he is not disappointed.

Eventually the wolf stops moving, even as his cock continues to pulse inside his mate's body. Feeling Essek squeeze around him, milking him as he falls apart through his next orgasm, gets an occasional grind to encourage his husband's pleasure. This should feel good. The feedback loop created by the telepathy spell is dizzying, but he likes understanding what Essek is feeling.

For a long moment he stays exactly like that, buried deep and panting as he holds Essek's hips up against his. Then, slowly, he eases his lower body down along with Essek's, until his mate is flat on his stomach with Percy's cock still buried in him. This is where it takes a little more negotiation. Percival plants both his front paws on the blanket, keeping most of his weight off of Essek so that he'll still be able to breathe and, hopefully, not overheat. Even when he finally stops coming, he knows it's going to take a little while for the knot to soften enough that he can pull out.

Essek?

It's a gentle murmur of his name, spoken as a question as Percy bows his head to nuzzle his husband's pale hair. As he regains a bit more clarity, Percival decides he needs to find a way to facilitate this better. He isn't quite sure what that would look like yet, but he doesn't want Essek trapped under him all the time. Well, he does, but surely there are more comfortable ways to manage.

There is a little jostling as he's lowered down onto his stomach, but overall the effort is remarkably coordinated, and Percival is so gentle and considerate with him. He'd never have expected otherwise, but...Light, he loves this man so much.

Essek finds he's quite comfortable like this. The blankets are layered thickly enough that he can't feel the ground, Percival's warm weight on top of him is grounding, and his cock still feels good inside him. Better than good--he feels blissed out like this, content and relaxed. Realizing as he feels continued throbbing that he is still coming is a thrill. He hadn't known it would last so long, and it's wildly arousing.

"Yes, Percival?" He manages to speak aloud, if softly, smiling as he's nuzzled. "I have never felt better in my life, if that is what you are about to ask."

Remembering a stray thought from earlier and finally free to do it, Essek slips a hand beneath himself, feeling his way down his front. When he reaches his lower belly, he's unsurprised but still quietly amazed to find exactly what he'd expected: a subtle but noticeable bulge where his husband's cock is buried obscenely deep inside him, still steadily pulsing seed into his ready cunt. A bit absurdly proud, he conveys this information to Percival through sensation, his hand rubbing over the spot, and a simple thought. I had to fit you somehow, I suppose.

It's a relief to hear Essek's voice out loud again. Percy nuzzles against him, and rather than answering he just tries to let his husband feel the pride and affection riding on the heels of what they've just done.

He feels Essek move beneath him and he tries to see what the man is doing. He can't, but he thinks he feels the gentle pressure of Essek's hand on his belly. Percival groans quietly as Essek shares that thought and sensation with him. He wouldn't have said that was something that would normally turn him on, but he's apparently learning a lot about himself tonight.

I should not have underestimated your determination, my love. There's wry amusement there, wrapped in fondness.

It takes nearly twenty minutes before Percy feels like he can pull out. He does so slowly, knowing that Essek will be an utter mess as soon as his cock is no longer filling him. The wolf backs up as soon as he's free and leans down, muzzle gently nudging between Essek's spread legs. The scent of them there is strong and perfect, mixing as they should. He licks over his husband's folds, gentle as he can be but quite determined, apparently, to clean Essek up. Every few strokes his long tongue pushes into his mate, as if intent on making sure nothing else leaks out of him.

Basking in his husband's pride and affection, the time they remain joined passes quickly for Essek. Finally he's able to rest after an intense few hours, so content to be there beneath his alpha, warm and safe and full, that he slips in and out of a light doze, only half aware of when the occasional twitch of Percival's cock inside him as he comes finally stops, and feeling his knot's gradual release as an easing of pressure. He only stirs fully when he feels the wolf begin to shift deliberately over him. His knot, greatly reduced in size, slips out easily, followed by his cock--and then, with the stopper pulled, a deluge of come that his attentive husband is quick to stem, bright white against his dark skin.

Essek looks over his shoulder to watch that flexible pink tongue delve into his folds, still swollen and tender, and lap up the seed leaking steadily from his stretched opening. He flushes dark and hot when he begins to realize just how much there is. Quickly and persistently, his arousal builds again as he's tended to. Flustered, he attempts to keep his breathing relatively even, tries not to moan or whimper, but he feels so sensitive between his legs that it's a lost cause. He tries to convince himself not to be embarrassed; he's in heat, and an insatiable sexual appetite is expected. His hips twitch up and down almost without his permission as the wolf's long wet tongue licks over and into him. How easily it pushes inside him now compared to earlier emphasizes just how much his cunt was forced to stretch to accommodate his husband's cock.

Light, he feels wrecked.

"Are you trying to, ah--clean all of it out?" he pants as his husband's tongue curls inside him. That seems impossible, if so. He's being thorough enough to stop it dripping out, but what is already deep inside him will remain there. Almost distractedly, he adds, "If we are still compatible like this, Whitestone will have a half-drow heir by fall."

No. His voice sounds distracted in Essek's head and Percy settles down more behind him, going so far as to drape one forepaw over his mate's back. He can feel the way Essek is moving against his tongue, subtle as it is. His articulated paw curls against his husband's waist and Percy cannot quite help the low groan that escapes him when Essek mentions an heir. His tongue pushes deeper, then slides out again. Satisfied that he's cleaned up the worst of the overflow, he rests his head on Essek's back. It occurs to him that he should let his lover have more freedom to move, but he doesn't offer it yet.

Do you want that? It may not be possible. Percival would be okay with that, he's never seriously considered having children, though falling in love with his omega did have the thought flickering through his mind now and then.

He finally moves enough that Essek can roll over if he'd like and he settles off to the side, blue eyes intent on his mate. Essek is beautiful in the firelight - beautiful always - but the warm glow in particularly complimentary in this moment. Even if Essek only made the comment in passing, it's caught on something in Percy's mind. Would Essek want to have children with him once the drive of his heat is over? Did he want a family? They'd never discussed it after their arranged marriage beyond Percival asserting that he had no intention to take a mistress. But that was where they'd left it.

He tries to clear his head, concerned that he is thinking about this too hard. But maybe he should stop, if there is risk here. He doesn't have any ways to take precautions out here.

Essek settles beneath the weight of the wolf's wide paw, and then his head. He reaches behind him to stroke over his muzzle then up between his ears as he thinks. He'd intended to talk about this with Percival before his heat took him in full, but he was already gone, and it was too late. It's more difficult to consider objectively now, when every instinct is telling him that yes, of course he wants that, nothing would make him happier.

Still, he's able to think rationally about it as he remembers weighing this very question on his own again and again.

He misses having Percival on top of him as soon as he moves, but does take the opportunity to roll over, stretching before he settles on his side, facing the great wolf looking so intently back at him.

"You would make a wonderful father," he says softly. He doesn't say and you deserve a family, but that sentiment is there too. "Before I met you, I would never have considered having children. But I did not consider marriage either, and you have made me very happy in that." His smile is small and fond, his violet eyes warm in the firelight. "Family has never been my, ah...focus, to say the least. The very concept of it is different in my culture, and the only blood relative that I have ever cared for is my brother. But in building my life here with you, I have started to understand the appeal. I doubt that I would take naturally to parenthood, but if I am with you, I believe I could learn."

He reaches for the nearest paw, marvels at how small his own hand is in comparison when he lays it gently on top, stroking over fur-covered fingers all the way up to the sharp claws at the tips.

"Which is quite a long explanation in order to say that yes, I would gladly have your child, my dearest one, if that is something you want."

Percy listens. Maybe he should be grateful that he is a wolf right now, for even as expressive as he can be in this shape, it hides the full impact of what Essek says. There is so much roiling through him and he tries to keep it from their telepathic link. The sudden, welling memory of loss and loneliness, the certainty that he would die alone, the overwhelming realization of his sister's survival. Hopes for the continuation of the line had been placed on Cassandra, as he'd been certain that he would never marry or father children. As he and Essek grew closer, it was a thought he'd entertained in passing. But he'd never spent a heat together with his husband before now.

But here they are, possibly presented with an opportunity. Or, at the very least, a moment to discuss the possibility. He doesn't know if it is his current shape or the fact that Essek is in heat, or if it is some buried feeling coming back to life, but in this moment Percy wants to sire children. With Essek. There is no one else in the world he would want to do this with.

Percy lowers his head as Essek's hand slides over his paw.

I think I want it very much, he confesses, his voice just barely a whisper in Essek's mind. He meet his husband's gaze and there is nothing but affection and trust there, pushing back his uncertainty.

He moves closer to press the flat of his head against Essek's chest.

I wish I could kiss you.

Edited 2022-01-05 22:57 (UTC)

Looking into his husband's eyes, the emotion there is nearly as clear to him as on the handsome human face he knows so well. His response sounds like a confession, as though he only realized how much he wanted this now that he's been given permission to have it. It touches Essek's heart, as Percival so often does. He loves this man more than he has ever loved anything, and he is certain now that he has chosen well.

A husband and alpha he treasures, a home on another continent, a position of power where he can do good, and in the future, children. A family. Nothing about this is what he expected from his life. Perhaps this is what it means to become someone else. The thought of Shadowhand Essek Thelyss asking to be knocked up is frankly hilarious.

Essek's arms loop around to the back of Percival's neck to cradle the wolf's head against his chest. Brimming with fondness, he kisses Percival instead, right between his ears. He feels one brush his cheek and learns that the fur there is incredibly soft. There is so much to discover about this new version of his husband, and everything he learns delights him. Percival has spent so long othering it, viewing it as separate from him, but this body is his. He deserves for it to be appreciated and admired.

"I know, my love," he says, and kisses each ear deliberately this time. "When you can kiss me again, I will expect enough to make up for missed opportunities."

Curling in to touch their foreheads together, Essek closes his eyes and breathes slowly as he assesses himself. This conversation has only intensified the buzz of his arousal. Elves rarely ever conceive outside of heat, but that makes it rather straightforward. This is when his body is prepared to be bred, and they have days to try. Though if their first attempt was any indication, he doesn't anticipate needing all of that time.

"I think it is...extremely likely that I will be pregnant before my heat is over, should we continue this way," he murmurs. "Unless siring a child while you are shifted is not possible. But I will have many more heats, and we will have many more opportunities if this one passes."

Percival closes his eyes as Essek kisses his head, then each ear. His heart swells. He couldn't ever imagine finding someone who would love him like this, in this shape or any other. But Essek has accepted this, without hesitation and without question, and still wants to plan a life and a future with him. Wants to try for children.

I love you, he murmurs, an he allows the sentiment as well as the words pass along their bond. I don't know that I can manage now, but... it certainly won't be for a lack of trying.

There's a sly smile in the sound of his voice and he pulls back enough that he can look at Essek's face. He has no idea if he can impregnate Essek like this, doesn't know just how different his body is. But if they can't, then they'll try again the next time Essek goes into heat. Hopefully it won't coincide with another full moon, but they'll--they'll manage. They're both intelligent men who can't leave puzzles or problems alone, so between them, they'll think of something.

For now, he has his husband here with him, away from the world for the next few days and in heat. Percy will take care of him as he's meant to.

Slowly, the great wolf moves forward. He barely gets up, just enough to make the movement count, and he uses his size and weight to push Essek back. He settles between the wizard's legs again, his own front legs resting under Essek's and framing his sides.

And I certainly intend to try, my love.

Essek no longer reacts with astonishment to being told that he is loved, but it is still not very long since he did. He lets those words and the emotion conveyed through their bond fill his heart, reminding him of what is important. He'd never imagined someone could see and understand him and still love him so completely. Feeling the proof of it is humbling. He opens his mind to send that in return, along with his own love, so strong he was frightened at first of feeling so much. He isn't afraid anymore.

The mischief in in his tone as he assures him he'll try makes Essek smile, though it quickly becomes a smirk as he's nudged onto his back again, knees pushed open to let the great wolf take his place between them. He likes this. There is power and control in the way Percival looms over him, and security in the way he's framed between his legs.

"I know you will, dear one. I am yours," Essek purrs.

It thrills him to put himself on lewd display for this massive, gorgeous creature. With his legs spread and his cunt still wet enough to glisten in the light of the fire, he must look completely debauched. He ought to be terrified of a powerful, deadly beast like this. Most would be. But this is his husband, and Essek feels only arousal in place of fear. Heat throbs through him, and he slips a hand between his thighs to trace two slender fingers up and down his slit until they linger on his cock to rub some stiffness into it.

"All yours. I only want to satisfy you."

Percival's ears prick forward and his attention gets more intent as Essek spreads his thighs more and runs his fingers over his slit and cock. His hips shift as he resettles his back legs. He lowers his head, nose nudging past Essek's fingers before his tongue sweeps out to lick between slick folds and over his cock, then again, and again. A low rumble builds in his chest and there is another restless shift of his weight.

A paw drapes over Essek's waist as he lets his tongue push into him again. Percy can't get over the taste of him. He's always liked it, but with Essek in heat and his own taste and smell more sensitive... gods. On every lick his tongue tries to chase more of that taste, encouraging Essek's body to produce it.

I wish we had a proper bed or table, he says heavily. Something with a little more height.

Their size difference is not prohibitive, but it would be easier on both of them, he thinks. It would also ultimately be more comfortable for Essek, but it isn't something Percy can remedy right now. He whines, then gets up more so that his husband can see his cock emerging form its sheath again, slick and red.

The scent of you this morning was too much. I wanted to come into your room, to sink my teeth into you and breed you until you couldn't move.

The wolf lowers himself again, not enough to completely cover Essek, but enough that the tapered head of his cock can graze his mate's stomach.

Essek's hope that he'd be treated to more of that incredible tongue is fulfilled quickly as Percival nudges his hand aside to replace it with sweeping licks, hot and wet. He's moaning sweetly and his cunt is steadily leaking slick for him in no time at all, and he loves watching how eager his alpha is to lap it up.

"We'll...mm...have one brought out before next month," he says distractedly, commiserating with Percival's wishful thinking and revealing his intent to be here next month also. There is only so much his knees can take, and though the blankets are comfortable enough for now, he can imagine his back would thank him to have something softer soon enough.

It really is a shame to lose his tongue, but it is worthwhile for the pleasure of watching his cock slide free. He allows Percival to feel through the bond how much that arouses him, so he'll feel the sharp jolt of surprise and pleasure that comes with his confession about that morning, too.

"Light, if you'd caught me this morning, I would have let you do anything you wanted to me. I was aching for you."

He reaches for Percival's cock when it's close enough, lets the head drag against his stomach while he gently strokes what has already emerged with a soft, manicured hand. The other curiously slips up further to caress the soft sheath, wondering if he can coax more of his mate's length to slip out.

"I love your cock," he murmurs, glancing up briefly. "This one and the one you normally fuck me with." With an amused quirk of his lips, he observes, "Some men barely know how to use one. I've gotten lucky with you."

It's unexpectedly arousing to think of Essek joining him again for the next full moon, even if he's talking about getting a bed out here. He won't fit into the cabin, and--well. They can figure it out. Later.

Percy moves his hips lazily into Essek's stroking touch and he huffs a heavier breath when another hand reaches lower, sliding over his sheath. It doesn't take long to have the intended effect and he whines as he imagines how his husband's elegant hands look touching him like this.

Tell me, he murmurs, voice edged with a growl. Tell me what you would let me do.

He gives a firmer rock of his hips and gets a jolt through his belly when he feels his cock brush Essek's jaw. The wolf makes a sound that's almost like grumbling as he tries to adjust his position again.

"I would let you claim me," he says, licking his lips. As the great wolf over him shifts, Essek considers a moment before redirecting the tip of his cock the short distance between his jaw to his mouth. His soft lips smear over the wet head and his tongue licks over the slit. The taste is salty and thick, and his head feels light with the thrill of pleasure it brings him.

"I would let you leave marks all over my body," he murmurs, chin tilting to trail open-mouthed kisses as far as he can reach along the hot, throbbing red shaft his hand is holding steady. "Breed me until I could do nothing but beg for your knot. I've wanted it, Percival, and I know you have wanted to give it to me. Every time we played with that toy of yours you fucked me into the bed after like a man with only one thing on his mind. Of course I knew what you were thinking about."

If Percival could look beneath him now he would see the flash of Essek's eyes in the shadow cast over him by his body, the way his pink tongue flattens and licks a smooth line back up to the tapered head, the way his full dark lips open to let it slide inside. He sucks only on enough to comfortably fill his mouth, but even that much is heady enough to make him moan.

A hand slips back between his legs to rub urgently at his own cock, and the other is steady in pumping Percival's. He had more to say, he thought, but his alpha's taste on his tongue is so distracting.

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The wolf makes a low, whining sound as Essek's lips and tongue tease over his cock. His body tenses in an attempt to keep from thrusting forward again, wanting to allow Essek the freedom to do what he likes. And he is utterly wrapped up in his husband's sweet, wicked words.

You looked so good taking it, darling, he sighs. A shudder ripples through him as Essek's tongue explores the head of his cock, mouth opening to take him. His forepaws dig into the blanket and he groans at the tease of the slick heat. How could I not want you after seeing you do that? Watching you stretch to take it, to take me... Even then I wanted to devour you.

His breath comes quicker and he's vaguely aware of the movement under him, looks down to see Essek stroking himself even as he lavishes attention him. His cock throbs under Essek's encouraging touch, delirious with the way his husband seems to truly find him desirable like this. He wants to push deeper into Essek's mouth, but doesn't dare. He can't like this.

As soon as I can, I want to fuck your mouth. I want to get deeper than this. He is aching for it. And he knows that his mate's cunt is waiting for him. That acknowledgement makes him throb again, pulsing in Essek's mouth. The scent of his omega's growing arousal kicks his instinct into gear.

Essek. Now.

Percival makes himself pull back before he does something regrettable. He needs to be inside him, and his mouth simply cannot take him the way that Percy wants.

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