alignmyheart | au of an au

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.

Somehow, it is true that Percival's scent both calms and enflames Essek. Breathing him in makes him feel relaxed and safe, but also arouses him like nothing else. The smell of the forest threaded through it only adds another dimension of interest. He's never liked the scent of pine more.

As the wolf covers him more, Essek lets himself lay all the way back against the blanket beneath him, reaching up instead to curl his fingers into his fur as far up as he can reach, chin tilting up to nuzzle him back. It isn't as easy like this to rock back against him, and there is something appealing about that right now, to just lay back and take what he's given, but he tries anyway, a little restless.

"Please," he whispers, sounding even more desperate than he intended. "Don't pull out, stay inside me. This is where you belong."

Percy shudders on top of Essek and leans more of his weight into the table as he starts fucking his mate in earnest. Every stroke builds the tension in his belly, encourages the swell of his knot until he can feel it rubbing against Essek's cunt with every thrust, offering friction and pressure.

I want to see your belly swell with an heir. Percival cares so little about an actual heir, but in this moment the possibility of having even one child with Essek is consuming. If his husband does not come away from this pregnant, it will not be for a lack of trying on their part, he is determined in that and he knows Essek will be for as long as he's in heat.

And that Essek is so keen for it, even if it is just for a few days, is appealing in a way Percy hadn't anticipated.

He pants as he leans over the smaller body beneath him, feeling delirious with the perfect, squeezing heat of his mate's cunt, wet and open and ready for him.

Essek's soft noises of pleasure become more pronounced as soon as he begins to feel his mate's knot swell. He already loves the way it feels rubbing inside him, but the intent of it thrills him just as much--as it does Percival as well, it seems. They've decided that they are going to get him pregnant, and every harder, faster thrust with his knot fucking in an out of his cunt makes this more real, more immediate. This could be it, tonight or tomorrow or right now. He could very well return from the wilderness carrying his husband's first child. The heir to Whitestone.

He wants it. Light, he wants it. His body aches for it. And he is going to do everything in his power to get it.

"Then you had best put one there, husband."

His cunt is already tightening, probably because he's been fucked well enough to make his legs quiver where they're drawn up close to his chest, but Essek would like to think it is his body responding to his alpha's growing need. Perhaps it's both. His fingers wind tighter into white fur, holding on and reassuring himself that Percival is staying close, right here with him.

"When my belly grows, everyone will know how completely I am yours," he murmurs. "Let me show them how well you bred me, my love."

Soon enough the knot sinks in and doesn't come back out. Percy keeps moving in short thrusts until he starts to come. He leans over Essek, head down as he pants. This is easier than trying to keep his husband's hips up earlier, both on him and Essek, he suspects.

He nuzzles Essek's pale hair and feels the deep satisfaction in this act. It's more than that, though. He knows, logically, that everything about Essek's heat is meant to encourage bonding. He also knows that doesn't always happen, but he went into this already loving this man. How could he not feel closer?

Buried as deep as he can be, Percy can feel each pulse as he fills his mate again. He wonders, absently, if it's the wolf shape or the impact of Essek's heat that keeps making him think that way. Mate. Another word for what they already are. Their marriage might have been arranged, but they have chosen each other.

Percival moves his forelegs, gently getting them under Essek's shoulders so that he is almost completely surrounding the wizard.

This is bliss. For once, Essek feels caged but not stifled. He is something precious and wanted, protected in his most vulnerable state by someone who loves him. There is nowhere else he would rather be, anyway. The warm, heavy body over him, holding and surrounding him, pressed deep inside of him, may as well by the whole world to him right now.

Essek has been in that delirious state right on the edge of orgasm since the wolf's knot locked inside him and he felt the first hot pulse of his come. Everything feels maddeningly good, and he doesn't know if he wants to come or make this last. The impact and pleasure of even the smallest movements are multiplied, and his cunt gently milks the cock spilling inside him. Essek twitches every time his inner muscles flex. Yet even as he constantly hovers near but doesn't quite hit that peak, he doesn't feel frustrated. He's relaxed and fulfilled, because it was his alpha's orgasm he was striving for, not his own.

"How does it feel?" he asks somewhat dreamily. To come for minutes at a time, he imagines, must be intense. "Is it best right at the start, or as good the whole time? Is it better when I--" Tightening more deliberately, Essek hisses, baring his fangs as the sensation echoes through him, feeding his own pleasure. The knot feels especially good, swollen right near his entrance and too big to ever really get used to. Which is the point, of course.

Percival groans when he feels Essek tighten around him like that as part of a question. He noses his mate's hair and quietly adores the sight of Essek's sharper eyeteeth. Little fangs.

It feels good from the moment I'm inside you. This part is satisfying, though. The pleasure doesn't wane at all, but becomes less pressing, less urgent. Being able to stay like this and just feel, knowing that his omega is just as content, is fulfilling. Do you really want me to stay in you until the table is gone?

Promises and pleas made in the heat of a moment are worth revisiting when at least one of them is feeling slightly clearer. Percy would rather avoid Essek getting too sore, though he knows with his size and the frequency of their fucking in the next few days, that might be entirely unavoidable. He'll have to take extra care when they are home again. But if he can mitigate that now in any way, he will.

At his husband's groan, Essek smirks, small and mostly to himself. He will assume, then, that it is indeed better when he does that. Whiskers brush his face when he tilts it to kiss the side of Percival's nose. His favorite part of doing it like this, he thinks, is being able to look up into his face, into his eyes, and see him looking back.

"I need you to," he replies without much thought. "Unless it is uncomfortable for you somehow, I...would prefer not to be separated."

The outcome of all of this is inevitable soreness, but Essek had understood and accepted that from the start. His heat will likely keep him from feeling it too much until it is over, at least. And by then they will be able to return home and his attentive alpha can pamper and dote over him as he recovers, as he should.

"To have you inside me like this..." He squirms a little under him, still balanced perfectly in a place where pleasure is a constant, and just enough concentrated effort would make him come in moments. "It is like nothing else. I feel complete. I am closer to you not only physically, but...in my soul. I can sense your satisfaction, and it brings me the same."

A small tremor runs through him when Essek answers that he needs Percival to stay like this. He's close enough that the wizard could likely feel it. The wolf hiccups on a breath as Essek shifts beneath him and, without thinking, he pushes his hips right up against the curve of his ass, just to make sure there is absolutely no risk of separating. As if there could be while he's still locked inside.

It means something to hear Essek talk like this. Percy knows what independence has meant for Essek and he understands deeply the vulnerability of attachment. But here he is, confessing these probably overwhelming feelings while he is pinned beneath the body of a beast who is also his husband. Percy shifts, turning one great, articulated paw over so that he can cradle the back of Essek's head. He doesn't have much finesse, but he can do this.

He gives the man a fond look, admiring him and wishing again that he could just kiss Essek the way that he wants to.

Is that blasphemy, talking about our souls this way? It's nothing more than a gentle tease, filled with affection. I love you.

That little push knocks a groan from Essek's chest. He clings tighter to Percival, relishing being reminded of how full he is--as though it would be possible to forget. Knowing that his husband is equally as affected brings a flicker of a smile to his lips as he relaxes again.

The paw that turns over to support his head is so careful and the gesture so tender that he can't do anything but reach up for Percival's face, cradling it softly between his hands, which are so much smaller in comparison. He finds those familiar blue eyes and looks into them, his own softened with love, plain and simple. It is terrifying to give another person the power to hurt him by opening his heart this way, but he trusts Percival more than he fears possible pain. This man would never want to hurt him, even in this beastly shape.

"The opposite. A communion of souls is divine. Or so it is said." His voice remains soft, but the curl of his lips shows how amusing he finds his husband's teasing. "You know my thoughts on divinity, but I think I understand finally why so many of my people feel this way. I love you, Percival." He returns the sentiment with every bit of the powerful and layered emotion behind it. How strange it is that something he'd never thought possible could become the most important part of his life. "That love feels bigger than me. After a century spent leading a selfish life, my wants and needs have grown to include yours. I no longer live only for myself. While it may not be the will of the Luxon, I...I do believe our souls have touched."

That admission is made with a little more trepidation, like he might be found silly for it. He has rejected so much of his culture for its fanatical focus on a religion that he does not believe in. Finding a part of it that he can identify with, even just a little, stirs a buried longing for that connection, and it makes him wish even more to be understood.

Even as a wolf, Percy's expression softens. He bends his neck so that he can gently push the flat of his head against Essek's chest. He closes his eyes, wishing he could hold Essek better.

Maybe you ended up in the city of the Dawnfather for a reason. Percy isn't very religious and he's never known what to think of fate or destiny. But circumstance brought them together.

I didn't think I had a soul left to touch. I'm glad you found it.

He isn't about to let Essek feel alone now that he's exposed himself. Percival never thought he'd have a companion like this, never thought that he had enough left of himself to give someone else. Perhaps he should consider thanking a few gods for this man.

"But of course. The reason was to marry you," Essek says, smiling. The city of the Dawnfather. A strange place for a drow, especially one of his upbringing, but it has become his home.

Already he loves when Percival lays his whole head against his chest, because it is how he expresses his desire to kiss or be closer when he can't. His eyes slide closed too, and they hold one another as well as they can.

Light, but he hates to think of Percival so convinced that he was beyond saving. "I love you," he repeats. Whoever he has been, whatever he has done, this man deserves happiness, and Essek intends to give him as much of it as he can provide. "We have both been lost in dark places. Perhaps we merely stumbled upon each other."

He can feel the knot beginning to soften, but Percy tries to stay exactly where he is. The sentiment Essek shares touches him deeply and he tries to respond without words through the spell's link.

Not in the dark now, he murmurs.

There's a bit of a rest between each round, in part to let the knot go down enough that Percy can move at all. But he stays true to his word: for as long as Essek's spell holds up, Percival does not fully withdraw from him. That also means he isn't able to stem the flow of come that spills between them after each successive round. There is something dizzying in the realization that his mate is full to overflowing. Percy finds himself wickedly curious as to how it will be when he does fully pull out, whenever Essek allows it.

Percival has been trying to keep track of time, but it's more difficult to hold onto minutes like this, especially when he's breeding his husband.

Not too long ago, he started fucking into Essek again with lazy but firm thrusts. It's the third - fourth? - time that he's started again. His knot is still slightly swollen near the base of his cock, but not enough yet to get caught in his mate again just yet. It rubs against Essek's cunt every time Percy pushes in without quite penetrating. He's determined to finish again before the spell gives way on them, but this has tested even his endurance.

He nuzzles against Essek, breath huffing through his hair and against his neck.

You're so full... can you feel it? You are going to be an utter mess by the time we part.

Essek is barely holding onto time himself, and it is reportedly his specialty. That Immovable Object doesn't require concentration is a true blessing, because he'd have lost it immediately with his first orgasm. Somehow coming again, and again a third time since then hasn't left him tired and satisfied, but even more flustered with unslaked arousal. As his mate continues to move inside him, it has only built rather than dissipated.

Lightheaded with sustained pleasure, he clings to the creature pressing him down like he'd shatter if he let go. A ripple of tension goes through him, the sweet precursor to another orgasm, as he feels the wolf's hot breath on his skin, the affectionate nudge of his great head, and his husband's voice in his mind. Light, how could he not feel it? He's never been more full, and as much as he wants to hold all of his alpha's thick, warm spend inside him, he absolutely can't. The excess has been dripping freely from his cunt and off the edge of the table, onto the stone beneath them. If this doesn't breed him--

"Ah, ah--" He clings, presses his face again into the thick fur of the wolf's neck, as the partially swollen knot rubs through his sensitive folds, not quite pressing inside. He's a mess already. The wet sound of his husband's thick cock plunging into him over and over, steady and unhurried, is utterly lewd, and Essek keeps his legs spread obscenely because he needs it so badly he can barely think.

"My love," he whimpers, once in Undercommon before translating, "I can feel it. Give me more, keep me full, please. I don't want to be empty."

Essek barely recognizes this shameless, carnal creature as himself, but there is a strange sense of freedom in that. For now, he can escape those trappings and embrace the kind of instinct he's always denied himself. This knowing and sensing each other's needs, this communion of bodies, the desire and the effort to create something between them--it brings a kind of primal bliss he couldn't have imagined.

He's never seen Essek quite like this. He's been around other omegas in heat but never his omega and Percival's desire for him is consuming.

The wolf groans and leans his weight harder into the surface of the blanket. It makes his chest press against Essek but with the table, he isn't putting his whole weight on his husband. He hangs his head, panting hard as his hips move with restless urgency. With a firmer push, his knot finally sinks in, swelling further until it's trapped inside the body beneath him. Percy whines and his entire body shudders as he comes again. How many times is that between them...? He isn't sure anymore, and it doesn't matter.

Percy bites the edge of the blanket to avoid biting Essek. He's managed to be gentle with his teeth so far and he doesn't want to risk a painful mistake as his ability to control himself wanes, as instinct spikes.

He tries to catch his breath as his cock throbs inside Essek's cunt, every pulse another little release. Delirious as he feels, Percy tries to get a foreleg around Essek just in case their table should give way as the spell ends. He doesn't want Essek to fall away from him, doesn't want to risk hurting either of them with gravity suddenly fighting against the knot. So, just in case, he holds his husband against him as best he can, trying at the same time to avoid smothering him in thick fur.

Will you be able to stand?

Percival finds himself sincerely doubting it after an hour on his back with a wolf cock buried in him, but he asks all the same.

With a low sound of pleasure that Essek has swiftly become familiar with, Percival presses closer, and the breath leaves Essek's body. His husband has been wonderfully conscientious about putting too much of his weight on the delicate drow beneath him, so it isn't that; but the last hard thrust that buries him to the hilt makes Essek keen, and as soon as he feels the knot inside him begin to fill, that building orgasm crashes over him. That it happens at roughly the same time that Percival begins coming inside him again probably isn't a coincidence.

When he catches his breath, nose buried in white fur thick with the familiar scent of his alpha, Essek is quivering, body buzzing with residual pleasure as his cunt continues to tighten and throb around the cock still spilling into him. Light, the urge to sink his sharp teeth into something, to stake a claim, is strong.

But he contents himself with floating--quite literally, on a blanket suspended in midair--in their mutual pleasure, eventually able to run slightly shaky hands through Percival's fur, petting gently as he feels a leg slip beneath him, a paw cradling his lower back. Essek has no idea exactly when his spell is due to end, but it will be soon. Which makes Percival's question relevant, though still ridiculously funny.

"You have made certain I will not," he manages to reply, as mildly as he can while stuffed full of wolf cock, and happily so. "But I can--mm--lower it slowly to the ground when you are ready, so we are not caught unaware." As the spell's caster it barely takes any effort on his part, which in this state he is glad for.

You started it, Percy insists, amusement in his voice as Essek's fingers stroke through his fur. He didn't realize how nice that would feel and he is grateful that Essek came to find him.

When you feel my knot slip. He wants to make sure that if there's any jostling, Essek won't be made uncomfortable. Better that then suddenly having to catch you.

As Essek releases the spell at his own pace, Percy stretches his other paw to make sure it hits the ground first. He cradles Essek against him as best he can, allowing the spell to control their descent until he can lay his husband down. His knot slips free completely, and slowly, he withdraws his cock all the way for the first time in an hour.

While the drow tries to catch his breath, Percival settles between his spread thighs to start licking him. There is no way to take care of everything, but the instinct to do it is strong enough that Percy doesn't care. He doesn't plan to stop until Essek pushes his head away.

They manage, somehow, to time things well enough. Essek is able to lower the blanket beneath him gradually to the ground, and the knot slips out of him before it would become uncomfortable. The way Percival still takes care to hold him is very sweet, but Essek's attention is quickly between his legs, as his knot is followed by his cock, and he suddenly feels incredibly empty.

He isn't, though, which is more than apparent. A mess might have been an understatement after three--four?--rounds.

Thighs splayed, he reaches for the wolf's head as he begins to clean him up again, not to push him away, but just to touch him. His eyes fall closed as he wills himself to relax into the ache in his body. The fur is soft beneath his hand and the warm, wet tongue laving over his folds is oddly soothing after the last hour.

"Light, you've done well," he praises, soft and breathy. "Are you proud of yourself?"

The wolf's tail wags, but Percival offers no other comment as he sinks into the incredibly soothing act of tending his husband. One paw rests lightly on Essek, draped across him to keep him in place. His taste and Essek's mingle heavily together and Percy keeps after him until the the flow stems a bit.

He noses gently against Essek's cunt, then his stomach, before he rests his head on his husband's torso. His forelegs frame Essek's body and for a moment Percival just stays there, content and quieted. When his eyes open again, there is clear affection there.

I'm proud of you, my love.

As much as he wants to, Percy doesn't stay like he is for long. He's been on top of Essek for the better part of an hour, even with the support of the spell. He shifts until he's laying to his mate.

Come here, lay with me. The fire is still going, thankfully, but he wants Essek up against him all the same.

While Essek would venture a guess that he'll be leaking come for some time yet, there is at least less of it by the time Percival gently settles against him. Essek's eyes crack open, and his affection is obvious, gaze soft as he strokes over the wolf's head, nails scratching deeper into his fur. It's remarkable how quickly and how clearly he's come to see his husband in this great beast. Percival is very much himself, but perhaps he needed someone else to recognize that first.

Having his praise directed back at him so sincerely makes Essek want to do nothing but bury his heated face in the wolf's fur again, surprised and slightly embarrassed by how exciting and gratifying his finds it. Normally that is far more Percival's thing than his, but on this first night of his heat, his alpha's approval means everything.

With some effort, Essek rolls onto his side and snuggles as close as he can, relishing his husband's warmth and size. Between his fur and body heat and the fire, he feels perfectly content even wearing nothing. He lays with his back against him this time, tucked up against his chest, letting Percival see his face and body.

"I really had no idea," he murmurs, "what this would be like. Even when it would have been convenient, I refused to pass my heats with anyone for more than a century because I was certain I could not trust them to see me this way." It goes without saying that Percival had changed that, as he'd changed so much else. "Tonight, I could not be without you. The way I acted was...irrational. I was once afraid of needing anyone so badly that it would compromise me this way."

Percival curls around Essek protectively, making sure that his husband is between him and the fire.

I will try to be worthy of what you've given me, he says quietly as he nuzzles against his husband. That Essek trusts him enough to want to go through his heat with him at all is no small thing. I left because I wanted you to be safe, but... I'm glad you came to find me. Even if it was reckless.

He wanted to be angry when he first caught Essek's scent, but that feeling has long since faded. Now he's just--this feels right. It feels right that Essek is here and it has brought a peace to him that Percy didn't know was missing.

I will likely be this way for another two days. How long does your heat usually last?

Percy has an idea of how long they last in humans, but Essek most certainly is not one.

"You are more than worthy already, dear one," Essek promises. He reaches for a paw to touch, then to rest his head on. Light, he's fallen a little more in love tonight. "Only you. That is why I had to find you. Even if it was reckless."

A smirk slants over his lips, and though heat still casts a hazy sheen over his eyes, they shine with amusement. That stunt was unwise, but the risk was entirely worth the reward. He would venture that his husband likely thinks so as well.

"Several days more than that." Longer than humans, from what he understands. "A week or so, typically. I should be able to manage a teleport home when you are ready, and we can pass the rest of it there. This place will lose much of its charm, I think, when I no longer have such a large fur coat to warm me."

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