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"No," he murmurs, voice lower. "I don't think you were."

Percy keeps one arm braced against the tub as the other hand disappears beneath the water. He lifts his head and bumps his brow against Essek's as he cups his hand over his husband's cunt.

"Right here, darling? Or do you want to finish our bath?" Somehow he keeps his voice steady even if he can feel the heat of that need against his palm. He wants to plunge into this beautiful man, but... the game is still afoot, and Essek started it.

Oh, Light. The shudder that passes through his body is impossible to conceal. Percival's hand is right there, right where he needs his touch, growing hotter by the moment as his arousal flares insistently. He needs his alpha to press his lovely, deft fingers inside him, and then his cock. Here, now.

He isn't the only one. His husband is looking at him with plain desire. It would be so easy to say yes.

But how rewarding would it be to refuse? To drive Percival wild with the desire he sees in him now, and feel the full effect when he permits it at last? It will be a test of his own endurance, but after hours spent walking through the woods in this state, he feels capable.

"I want to wash," he says. His voice isn't quite as firm as he'd like, but he considers it a victory to be speaking like this at all. His accent is thick, nearly rolling his words the way he would in Undercommon. His hands slide over Percival's pale shoulders as he speaks, down onto his chest. "I want you to spoil me completely, and then I want you to take me in your bed. I want to know that you have never wanted anyone the way that you want me."

Percy hovers close, lips near enough to touch if either of them would move enough. A tremor rushes through him as Essek makes himself clear. He has always been attracted to his husband's ability to do this, and were they not in the tub, it might be enough to bring Percival to his knees. Essek may be an omega, but Percy is wrapped around his elegant fingers and all he need do is crook them just right.

He knows it isn't easy now. He can feel how much Essek needs and wants him, and Percy is sure if he presses his luck he could get that wall to crumble. But the proposition pulls at something in him, something that has existed for quite some time, unearthed fully by his husband.

Still. The game isn't finished.

Percival presses his middle finger between Essek's slick folds the barest amount, offering no real penetration or even a tease of it, but reminding Essek just how close he is. He presses a light, almost chaste kiss to his husband's lips. His heard is pounding beneath the hand on his chest.

"Of course," he murmurs as he withdraws his hand, resting it on Essek's thigh instead. "How shall I pamper you, dearest love?"

Essek is sure his flush must be obvious, even beneath his dark skin. His fingers flex against Percival's chest, and he only just resists the urge to lift his hips in response to that barely-there pressure, to encourage it deeper. If his husband pressed him, if he insisted that he wanted him now, he would not resist. In an instant he would be the wanton creature he's come to know these last few days. His control hangs by a thread that could snap at any moment.

"You can begin by helping me to--to get clean, head to toe." It's unlike him to stammer or stumble over his words, but he is absolutely throbbing between his legs, stirred up by the mere suggestion of Percival's touch. "My hair first."

His only consolation is feeling the beat of Percy's heart, and knowing through that connection that he is hardly the only one affected. He has him enthralled, and there is a satisfaction to be had in that. One that will sustain him, hopefully, until he's won the very frustrating little game he'd started just to prove he could.

"As you like, darling." Percy eases back slowly and gives Essek a little come hither gesture. "It'll be easiest with your back to me."

And, maybe, that will allow them both to recover slightly without staring at each other. Percival suspects that neither of them are going to leave their current state of arousal until they are actually satisfied, but they can try to pretend. If Essek gets close enough, there is no hiding his erection, already aching for his lover. But he can wait.

As soon as they are in a conducive position, Percy coaxes Essek to lean back until he can wet his hair, gently running his fingers through pale strands before he helps the drow sit up again. He picks up a bottle he knows that Essek uses, one he possibly left here, and pours the liquid soap into his palm. Percival is diligent and gentle as he washes Essek's hair, massaging along his scalp and down his neck. He applies careful pressure there, mostly aware of what Essek prefers and careful to adjust the way he touches his husband at the slightest sign of discomfort. He knows that sleeping in the cave couldn't have been comfortable, even with a wolf for a body pillow. He can certainly make up for that now.

And while he takes care of Essek's hair, Percival trails a few lazy kisses over his shoulder, tongue sweeping out to taste his warm skin.

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Recovery becomes something of a distant dream when Essek turns and fits himself between his husband's legs only to feel his unmistakably erect cock hot like a brand at the small of his back.

"Ah--"

He can't help the gasp that slips from his lips, unwanted. It would be so easy to lift his hips and line them up, to sink down and feel full the way he needs to.

Instead he scoots forward enough that the contact isn't so direct, enough that he can lean back when Percival prompts him to wet his hair. Putting desire of his mind is impossible while his alpha is so mindfully tending to him. There's a real tenderness in the way Percival washes his hair and massages his scalp, then all the way down to his neck, carefully rubbing out the tension in muscles that feel strained from the last several days. There are a few soft noises of pleasure and relief that Essek can't hold onto, especially when his husband's warm mouth starts moving over his shoulder.

But he can't only endure. He'll quickly be the loser in this game if he doesn't retaliate. More prepared for it this time, Essek again shifts back to align his body more directly with Percy's. With a little care for how he arranges himself, his husband's erection slots nicely against his ass.

"My shoulders are rather sore as well," he instructs, slightly breathless. "And my back."

Percival struggles whenever Essek makes a sound like that, feeling it go straight to his cock. He wants to pull his husband close again, he wants to be inside him, and he very nearly growls when Essek moves back against him with a calculated shift. His teeth graze dark skin, biting gently as his cock ends up pressed against Essek. It would take nothing to change their position, but he is not about to lose now.

"Let me rinse your hair, then I'll tend the rest of you."

Since Essek has decided to get closer to him, Percy slides his hand up his husband's back to gently push him forward, encouraging him to bend at the waist. There's no need to pull away again to lean back and certainly no need to find a cup to pour water over his husband's head when this will work just as well. It might force Essek to press against him more, but Percy is willing to take that risk. He leans against the drow once he can get his hair wet, gently rinsing the soap from his hair.

The growl and the scrape of Percival's teeth against his skin is like nothing else. Essek's breath hitches audibly. That more than anything makes him want to give in, to just admit that he needs him and he can't wait. There's no shame in that. He's in heat, and Percival has been tending to him for days. He knows already.

But the idea of being the first to give in is so unpalatable to him that he chooses to continue to suffer, entirely needlessly. Honestly, it's stupid. He thought he'd abandoned his pride days ago when he teleported into the timberlands to find his husband, but apparently it's returned along with his return to the castle.

He goes along with Percival's instructions, hyperaware of his touch and the way their bodies align, even closer now that he's leaned forward and the other man is filling the space behind him. The soap is rinsed from his hair as his husband runs his fingers through it, and it's so much, that and his cock nearly angled to slip between his thighs. Essek braces one hand on the edge of the tub, fingers curling tight around it, and contemplates just getting on his hands and knees again, as he has so many times recently.

But there is at least one more thing he can think of to bring up, and it is something he must do regardless, game or not. While Percival's mind, and therefore his choices and opinions, seems not to change much between one form and another, he still must makes sure.

"Percival," he murmurs, eyes closing, "I must know--several days ago we discussed...having a family together. Is this what you want still?"

While Essek is hard-pressed not to move onto his knees, Percival is struggling not to put him there. His mouth trails over Essek's shoulder as he finishes rinsing his husband's hair. Satisfied that the soap is cleaned away, his hands slide over Essek's sides, coaxing him to sit up again. His tongue sweeps drops of water away from the drow's dark skin.

The words catch him, though, and Percy lifts his head slowly. One arm slides around Essek's waist and the other around his chest, finally closing what little space remains between them. His hand slides over Essek's throat to tip his head back and he stops when he can gently grip his husband's jaw. It puts a delicate ear near Percy's mouth.

"I meant what I said then," he says quietly. "I want a family with you. Whether through this or finding children in need of a home."

To make himself clear, his other hand presses low over Essek's stomach. He remembers his lover deliriously thrilled over the possibility of a de Rolo heir in the next year. But he also knows that Essek is in heat and that might cloud his thinking, especially in those first few days. So he will be honest in his desires, but he will also make clear that he doesn't expect his husband to carry children if that is not something he wants.

Only recently has Essek been given reason to consider whether that is something he wants. The idea itself doesn't bother him; he's been aware of his body's capacity to bear children since he was an adolescent, and doesn't resent it. For so long he assumed he simply never would, because he also assumed he would never find someone he would wish to have children with. It seemed ridiculous to think about himself as a parent. It still does.

But Percival--as he'd expressed days ago, his husband would be a wonderful father. Understanding this, knowing Percival, loving Percival and wanting him to have everything he deserves--that has shifted his perspective. Lately, he has been considering things he'd never bothered to before, and found his own answers surprising.

Drawn back against his husband's body, wrapped in his arms and with a strong hand sliding up his throat to grip his jaw, he nearly begs for it. His ear twitches, sensitive, at the brush of lips and the hushed works spoken against it. His empty cunt tightens pathetically with a pulse of arousal that climbs his spine and spreads through his body. Of course he wants to have children with this man. Of course he wants to carry them himself. The thought has been driving him wild for days now.

That resolve could be the heat, of course. He might blame it on that if he hadn't decided weeks ago that he wanted to try. He wants to have this experience at least once--perhaps more if he doesn't find it too trying. His hand comes up to lay over Pericval's on his stomach, keeping it there.

"I too meant what I said," he confirms, whispered. "I hope our efforts this week will show results. I want this, dear one."

Percy nuzzles against Essek's neck, breathing him in as his husband whispers sweet affirmation. Before this marriage, having children was never a possibility on his horizon. Even when Essek brought it up days ago he felt a terrified hesitation beneath the overwhelming, bestial need and desire to breed. But he wants this. With Essek, he wants this.

"Then we will have to make some effort... which means you need to let me have you, dearest love."

He grins as the hand on Essek's stomach slides lower still, palm teasing over his cock before cupping between his thighs. He offers nothing beyond that gentle pressure and he bites Essek's earlobe. This is probably cheating, but the only rule to the game involves winning.

"You know I am yours, Essek. Wrapped around your elegant, capable fingers. Even as a beast you could bring me to heel. That hasn't changed." Maybe this was never about control, only silly competition between two stubborn souls, but Percival wants to make that clear all the same.

For Essek, most things are about control. Or they used to be, at least, and he's still trying to shake that habit. Everything in him wants to say yes, have me, yet his pride and stubbornness remain. Despite the soft whine that escapes him as Percival's hand slips between his legs, the spike of pleasure from the brush over his swollen cock and the pressure that doesn't quite press between his folds, he can't bring himself to speak those words.

Light, this is unfair. It's the nip to his ear that makes his hips lift to grind his cunt into his husband's hand. Percival's honeyed words drip into his ear, hot and sweet, and settle low in his stomach, where that heat is only growing. But it does just as much to stroke his ego, the very pride he can't let go of. Even if he loses control here, gives himself over to the need he feels, nothing will change. Percival is his, and always will be. He won't lose his respect or his ability to, as he puts it, bring him to heel.

"Put your capable fingers to work, husband, and perhaps I will let you have me sooner," he bargains, forcing his breathless voice into some semblance of composure.

Percy doesn't hesitate. It's a command rather than begging, but he doesn't care. He nuzzles against Essek's neck as two fingers push into the perfect heat of his cunt. He exhales heavily and bites Essek's shoulder, trying not to do it too hard. His fingers stroke in and out and he feels himself throb in response to how slick his husband is.

"Gladly," he manages, not in the purr he wanted it to be but still more together than he feels. He wants to push Essek forward and plunge into him, but he wants to hear his husband ask for it.

"God, I love you," he sighs against Essek's skin. He lets his fingers slip out so that he can slide his hand higher, giving Essek's cock a few gentle strokes before his fingers slip back between his folds.

The hiss that passes through Essek's teeth is one of relief as Percival's sink into his shoulder. Two sturdy human fingers enter him with ease and find no resistance as they begin fucking him. After frequent and extended couplings with Percival as a wolf these last few days, and all that entails, Essek is a little surprised by how this can still make him feel so full. But his cunt clenches reflexively around the fingers moving inside him, a temporary cure for that aching emptiness, and it feels good enough that Essek relaxes back fully.

His husband knows what he likes. Essek murmurs his approval softly in Undercommon, moaning outright when slick fingers stroke over his cock for just long enough to tease. It would be impossible to remain erect throughout his heat, or even to be entirely hard every time he comes, but he certainly is now. His breath stutters when those fingers tuck right back into his cunt.

"You are very good at this," he murmurs, hips shifting restlessly to meet Percival's movements. Every touch is electric, like Percival alone can access a current running beneath his skin. But his desperation is only growing rather than receding.

"For you, darling," he murmurs against Essek's neck. Feeling his husband relax in his arms is a thrill Percy never anticipated. He strokes slick, clenching walls and sighs heavily, pressing his head against Essek's. The way his husband moves his hips stokes the heat pooling in him, making clear his desperation.

Percy adjusts their position carefully, sinking down more as he pulls Essek into his lap. His fingers slip out long enough to manage that, and to adjust himself so that his cock can rest against Essek's cunt. Percy holds himself against the drow, once again refusing to offer penetration but firmly reminding Essek of what he really wants. His other arm slides back around the wizard's smaller body, hugging him close.

"Are you sure you want just my fingers," he murmurs as they brush between his folds, just teasing Essek's entrance.

Essek allows himself to be moved because he would allow Percival to do anything to him right now. His thighs spread wider as his knees hook over Percy's, and he pulls in a sharp breath as he feels his cock slide easily along his slit and rest there. His thighs tense and a shiver courses through his body and he feels like he is going to lose his mind. His cunt throbs.

"Light, Percival, you know that I want more," he snaps, testy with frustration. Whether he is more frustrated with himself or his husband he isn't entirely certain. The light touch of his fingers is no consolation. "You cruel man, you tease," he hisses, baring his sharp incisors, a whine just under his voice. "You know I want you to fuck me senseless, that I need you to fill me until your seed takes."

The flush in his skin is getting deeper, and his eyes are dark and wide. Even beneath the water his folds are noticeably slick, and it takes everything he has not to grind forward and let the flared head of that lovely human cock catch on his entrance and sink inside.

The way Essek loses his patience shouldn't be so attractive, but it is. The sharpness in his husband's voice, the flash of his teeth. He laughs breathlessly when Essek accuses him of being cruel.

Percy's hand moves so that he can guide the head of his cock more deliberately over Essek's slit. He lets go of a shivering exhale, trying to control himself yet. The moment he feels the give of Essek's entrance, Percy gives a gentle buck of his hips to push in. He's normally a somewhat quiet man in bed but feeling the perfect, slick heat clinging around him earns a low moan. His other arm tightens around Essek's chest.

"There," he gasps out, voice more ragged than he'd like it to be. But maybe Essek has earned hearing that. "Back where I belong, hm?"

His teeth skate over the delicate shell of Essek's ear, then he bites the lobe as he tries to thrust deeper.

Finally. Essek is dizzy with desire and anticipation, and still the gentle but decisive way Percival fills him takes him a little by surprise. His cunt opens for his cock to slot perfectly inside like they really are made for each other. But then, Essek's lustful mind had conjured up the same romantic idea when he was accommodating a wolf's cock. His husband still, either way.

Hot, slick walls clench and hold when Percy nips his ear again, and Essek gasps, mouth falling open wider with a soft moan at the gentle stretch that allows him to push deeper inside him. "Yes." Exactly where he belongs.

Their little game, his own attempt at token resistance to not seem quite so easy to claim, suddenly seems incredibly stupid and unimportant. Why would he deny his husband this pleasure? Why would he deny himself? More than anything, he wants to be claimed, just like this, and this man alone has earned that right. Impatiently, he rocks his hips as well as he can in Percival's lap, encouraging him to sink into him completely.

"I am yours, my love, you can take me now," he urges, a far cry from making his husband wait for the privilege.

That permission - that encouragement - is exactly what he wants to hear. Percy sighs against Essek's neck as his husband moves in his lap, trying to encourage more. The position doesn't give him exactly what he wants, though, and so before Essek can squirm too much, he moves. He keeps one arm around Essek, trying to stay inside him as he guides the drow forward until he's braced against the edge of the tub. Percival braces his forearm there, allowing Essek to lean into it rather than the lip of the tub, and he shifts so that his knees are braced against the sides. Not perfect, but better. If nothing else, it gives him more control and it lets him sink deeper.

He gives them both a few seconds to adjust into the new position before he rolls his hips. Percy bows his head as he fucks Essek the way he's wanted to since setting eyes on him again.

"Essek--" He moans his husband's name, voice tight as he grinds into him. "You feel perfect, my darling."

Essek grasps for a hold on Percy's arm to steady himself as he's guided into a new position, knees spreading further where they rest against the bottom of the tub. He lets out a sharp, ragged breath. The hot water around them stirs and sloshes, some of it over the edge, as his husband finally starts to fuck him the way they've both been craving.

Hearing Percival moaning his name and praising him is nearly as good as the more direct pleasure of his cock pressing deeper inside him. Nearly. He feels restless, insatiable. He should have known the moment they got into the bath together that they wouldn't make it to the bed.

"Of course," he pants, slightly cheeky, directing a heated glance up over his shoulder. Percival is so beautiful, his pale skin flushed with heat and arousal, his body scarred and lean and strong in that sturdy human way--and somehow still quite reminiscent of his lupine shape. He is also still wearing his glasses, endearingly enough. "Only for you, Percival."

That seems important to emphasize, especially now that they are home among others again rather than secluded together. Percival must already be well aware of Essek's devotion, but for Essek it is even more than that. He can't imagine being with anyone else like this. Even faced with the reality of his husband's transformation, he had not wavered for a moment before embracing him completely. It is Percival's scent that has Essek beside himself with desire, his boyish grin and his bruised and tender heart and his complex and fascinating mind that makes him fall more in love each day.

Percy had no illusions they'd make it to bed the moment they decided to be naked again. Perhaps he hadn't expected they'd fuck in the tub, but that was short-sighted on his part given Essek's condition.

His hand slides up to hold his husband's chin, catching him for a kiss over his shoulder. It's more ungainly than he'd like, and he can't hold to it, but it gets his feeling across. Percival's hand moves down the elegant line of Essek's throat, his chest, and down to his hard cock. It may not be erect every time and so he intends to take advantage when it is. His thumb sweeps the head and his teeth graze Essek's shoulder. He adores this man and he feels dizzy with the desire to--to do exactly what the wizard has been begging him for since he showed up in the woods.

Percy's mouth moves up Essek's neck until he can nuzzle into his husband's pale hair. He was devoted to Essek before this, before they ever decided that they would spend a heat together, but now... he can imagine no other future, no other life. Circumstantial as their marriage is, Percival cannot imagine finding a better match.

After days without them, Essek can appreciate even a clumsy kiss. He returns it with passion as best as he's able, but his breath his growing ragged, his head filling with the blissful cloudiness that he's learned tends to come along with sex during his heat. With every shallow inhale he takes in more of his husband's scent, and he moans his approval when Percival's hand releases its rather thrilling grip on his chin to travel all the way down to his cock. Essek feels his cunt pulse at the extra stimulation, then squeeze even tighter as Percival follows it by teasing his teeth over his shoulder. Light, he wants to tell him to just bite down and rut him already.

Insistent and needy--he hasn't been fucked since last night, and during his heat that feels like a ridiculously long time--he rocks his hips toward Percy's hand, rubbing the sensitive head against his fingers. While some omegas shy away from it or find the stimulation too much, especially during heat, Essek absolutely loves attention to his cock. His husband had delighted him from the very first time they were intimate with his skilled mouth--and even as a wolf he'd proven himself very, very good with his tongue.

"Use your teeth," he finds himself hissing finally, looking back over his shoulder and baring his own as if to demonstrate. Percival has spent the last three days valiantly holding back the urge to bite him--Essek could feel it through their telepathic connection--and now he no longer has to.

It doesn't surprise him that Essek is so urgent in his need - it's been more than eight hours since they last fucked and the fact that they made it so long is rather impressive. Percy is glad to be mostly in his right mind for this first heat - he wants to remember everything, including what Essek likes and what he needs.

Percy can't help the moan that escapes him when the wizard hisses at him, baring his own sharp teeth to make his point. He drags his husband against him and finally, finally gives into the urge. He bites Essek's shoulder, careful even with permission. He doesn't want to break skin but it is so damn satisfying to do it.

Essek is tight and perfect around him, squeezing as he strokes and rubs. He groans, voice muffed against the muscle of his husband's shoulder as he pushes as deep as he can. He doesn't have the same swell the wolf does, no true getting trapped, but he shudders as he comes.

For a moment, Essek's body seizes up tight as teeth sink into his shoulder. Blunt, human teeth, but his mate's all the same. The bright flash of pain, something he normally doesn't care for, goes right to his cock. He's already lightheaded from being teased before this started, from Percy's diligent stroking, from his cock filling him. His cunt grows tighter as he's driven fast toward his peak, unsurprising when he's gone without all night and all morning.

What is surprising is that Percival just beats him there. His hand tightens around Percival's arm as he feels him press deep and stay there. He feels him shudder against his back, feels the jerk of his cock as he spills.

Essek whines, hips grinding back urgently against his husband, seeking to feel a knot that isn't there. But feeling his alpha come inside him assuages a little of that need, and the sound grows in volume as his own orgasm washes over him, intense enough to set the room spinning.

Percy drags Essek back against him and holds him there as tightly as he can. He's breathing hard but refuses to let go of his husband, especially when he feels his cunt tightening around him and the familiar shudder of Essek's orgasm. It sparks something inside him and Percy tries to get deeper, intent on staying tight together until he's sure both of them are finished.

He finally releases Essek's shoulder and nuzzles tenderly against his husband's neck. Percy murmurs soft praises as he trails kisses higher, until his teeth can tease the delicate shell of Essek's ear.

"Exquisite," he murmurs, smiling against Essek's ear as he gives his husband's cock one more squeeze before releasing him. His hand strokes over the other man's stomach and he can't help a little nudge of his hips as he remembers the faint bulge he'd felt there in the cave. Utterly satisfying.

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