alignmyheart | au of an au

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.

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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.

The flow of admiration and praise and dirty talk through his mind has Essek touching himself faster, spreading slick from his cunt over his cock and stroking over the sensitive head with his fingertips, the sensation an exciting burn of almost-too-much that makes his hips twitch up toward his hand. He give another soft moan, muffled by his mouthful of cock, because he wants it deeper too, wants his husband to tell him how good he looks swallowing his cock while he fucks his mouth. This is a rare enough thing by itself, as Essek has to be in a particular mood to want to give oral sex, but it seems his heat makes him eager for absolutely everything he can offer his partner.

He sucks Percival's cock messily for a little longer, unconcerned with the mixture of spit and precome dripping down his chin, happy to be rewarded by a throb or pulse against his tongue. But the sound of his name followed by a demanding now stops him short. The wolf pulls back far enough that his cock slips from his mouth, then his hand, and Essek licks his lips, slightly dazed. But he knows what his alpha needs from him, and it's the thing his own body craves most, too.

With some reluctance his fingers leave his cock so that he can roll over, pushing himself up onto his knees and then sitting back on his heels. Only as an afterthought does he wipe at the mess on his chin, using the heel of his hand somewhat delicately.

"How, ah...how tall would you want this table to be?" he asks, managing to put the scattered pieces of at least one part of his mind back together. "I think I can create a sturdy surface suitable enough for our purposes." He gets back onto his knees to reach for his cloak, dropped without a second thought beside the nest of blankets. He finds the component he seeks, a small jar of gold dust, in an inner pocket.

Percy backs off when he realizes Essek is getting up. The question momentarily distracts him, and he realizes that the wizard is offering to create a surface somehow. That forces Percival to think about logistics when all he wants is to bury his cock, which is only fair, since Essek is going to attempt to cast a spell when all he wants is to be bent over.

He huffs through his nose and looks at the wall that hides them from the entrance. The wolf approaches it and braces his forepaws against it to give Essek an idea of just where his hips might be when he isn't trying to fuck a partner who is quite low to the ground.

Your hips should be against it when you're bent over, he rumbles as he pushes away from the wall. Not quite as tall as his desk which, he recalls, forces Essek up onto the balls of his feet when he's bent over it.

Wide enough to brace yourself. Wide enough for me to lean on it.

That also saves them the concern of Essek taking his weight at all.

For a moment, all Essek takes from this demonstration is the incredible view of Percival's cock and how much he wants all of that inside him, but he forces himself to take in the essentials. The sooner and better he can get this constructed, the sooner and better he can get himself fucked.

"I understand. This will suffice, then." He shuffles off the blanket he's been laying on, freeing it so that he can lift and shake it out--not physically, of course, but with a motion of his hand and a tug on gravity. It will be wide enough when spread out, and softer than an actual table against his hips. Yes, this will do nicely.

The worst part of all of his is that Essek has to make himself stand. It takes a moment because his legs are shaky, and he hasn't gotten up since he first laid down. But he arranges things so that the blanket is suspended in the air at the ideal height for him to bend over and have Percival bent over him, as his husband had helpfully shown. Then he uncaps the tiny bottle of gold dust, taps a small amount into his hand, and casts the spell that will secure it.

There's a faint shimmer over the blanket as Essek sprinkles it with the dust from his palm, and through arcane manipulation reverses and then freezes the gravitational forces around this object to leave it resting in the air, not just floating, but fixed. Thankfully, this is a spell he's known for most of his life, and it is not one that taxes him in the way that Telepathy had earlier. While the result is impressive, it is really very simple if one only understands the most basic tenants of dunamancy.

"There," he announces. There is no need to brush the gold dust from his hands; the spell has consumed it. He caps the bottle to save what remains and lean his hip against the edge of the blanket as he would a table, though this is far more solid. "Even if we are very vigorous, it won't budge. For the next hour, at least."

The wolf sneezes as Essek casts, as if the arcane energy tickled his nose. But when he focuses again, he can see his husband leaning on the surface made out of the blanket. Percival's intrigued about the spell. He's always found Essek's dunamancy fascinating and he likes listening to the wizard explain what he's doing when Essek is inclined to do so. Tonight, however, he has more pressing things on his mind.

Then I have an hour to breed you until you can't walk. Or until you're satisfied.

Whichever comes first.

He prowls closer and nudges Essek. His instinct says to just push his mate over, bend him and mount him. He noses between Essek's thighs, damp with slick and saliva.

Bent over or on your back. Decide quickly.

Even if his need is burning, he wants Essek to be comfortable. An unhappy mate defeats the purpose of any of this.

The threads of arcane reasoning Essek had managed to grasp slip away again as he watches the white wolf, taller at his shoulder than Essek's full height, close the distance between them. In his mind, his husband says exactly what he wants to hear.

Essek wouldn't be displeased, in this state, with the rougher approach, but he's pleased to have an option. Out of necessity, he reluctantly pushes his mate's muzzle away from his thighs before he gets any ideas. Even feeling the warm puff of his breath there excites him. If he starts licking at him again then he'll stop thinking all together, and he's been told to make a quick decision.

After only a moment of deliberation, Essek pushes himself up onto the blanket and lays back, though he supports himself on his elbows rather than laying down entirely. It's more comfortable than a table would be, at least. Or Percival's desk.

"Like this. I want to watch this time."

Since his alpha is clearly in a hurry to do as much with their time limit as possible and he's also been feeling the urgent need of his heat returning full-force as the minutes tick by, Essek spreads his legs without prompting, bending his knees back toward his chest. With is ass on the blanket's edge and his hips tipped up to present his cunt, folds flushed a pretty dark plum and dripping with fresh slick, he's only waiting for his husband to make good on his intentions.

Percival groans at the sight of his mate on display, wet and ready and waiting for him. He's beautiful, he is everything Percy wants. He shares that thinking as he moves closer. It takes nothing to get paws on the table and he growls as his cock, slick and hot, brushes against Essek's cunt. With a bit of help, the tapered head presses against his opening and the angle the table creates is perfect, making this easier far easier. And it probably doesn't hurt that Essek's taken him once already tonight.

Even if he wants to just bury himself, Percy tries to be careful. Every short, shallow thrust pushes him deeper. The wolf bows his head as he gets as deep as he can. Unless Essek gives him cause, he doesn't wait before he starts building a steadier rhythm.

I want everyone to know when we go back. I want them to know you are mine in every way. That I'm yours. I want you to smell like me.

Everyone knows that they are married and most of the castle knows they have consummated, but this is different. Now they have claimed each other, and in this first heat and every one after they will cement that bond.

His strokes get longer and now that he is inside his mate the urgency has diminished. He is where he belongs and he does not want to deny Essek pleasure by rushing.

Essek is ready to assist again if needed to guide his alpha's cock inside him, but it seems the makeshift table has been helpful for that, because he barely has to nudge it into place against his opening before the tapered head is sinking in without resistance. He gasps in surprise and sudden pleasure, and he isn't given time to catch his breath, as it only builds from there.

Percival is wasting no time in working his cock back inside him, and almost before he realizes it, Essek has taken all of him again. The real stretch happened the first time, but it is a tight fit still, snug enough for Essek to really feel every thrust when he gets this deep. He's startled by the intensity of the pleasure that begins spiking when the wolf starts to fuck him properly almost too soon. His cunt is still clinging, throbbing, stretching, and that cock forces its way insistently inside him like it's meant to be there, because it is.

"I am going to smell like nothing but you. Everyone will know," Essek reassures him breathlessly, and though there is some amusement in his voice, the thought makes him throb around his mate's cock.

These long, deep strokes satisfy and build the flame of his desire without driving him to climb the bed (the blanket, but still) just yet, and Essek is glad to have the mental capacity to really admire his partner, to press his face into his soft fur and breathe in, to look down between his legs and watch the way his cock sinks into him, almost mesmerizing. Before tonight, he would never have believed he could fit so much inside him.

The wolf's fur carries Percy's own scent, but also fresh air and pine and now smoke from the fire. But beneath it all, especially to a sensitive omega's nose, he is still Percival de Rolo. He is grateful now that he doesn't lose his mind every time he changes.

After Essek has had a chance to get a good look, Percy lowers himself more, letting his paws hang over the edge of the blanket-table and his forelegs rest on either side of Essek. He nuzzles his mate's hair, breathing him in.

I could keep you just like this for an hour, he murmurs. I wouldn't even have to pull out between knotting you.

With something to lean on, Percy doesn't anticipate that being difficult. It's Essek's endurance that will determine how long they stay in one position. At least on his back, he doesn't have to hold his own weight at all, slight as it is.

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