alignmyheart | au of an au

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.

Essek drifts pleasantly, feeling lighter with his release, happily pinned in place by his husband. He moans softly as he feels his cock shift inside him, grinding deeper along his walls with an insistent press of his hips, and again a little louder as his warm mouth kisses a path along his shoulder and up his neck all the way to his ear. The pointed tip twitches just a little, and Essek's hips squirm at even the hint of teeth.

His cock is spent, but the squeeze before Percival lets it slips from his fingers still feels good with his heat keeping oversensitivity at bay. His lips quirk in a small smile as his husband's hand slides up his belly, and he wonders if he is also thinking about--

"Ah." Essek gives a sharp little gasp as Percival's hips hitch forward again, and he knows for certain they were remembering the same thing. He drops his own hand to cover the one on his stomach, lacing his fingers gently through Percy's.

He breathes deep, taking in his alpha's scent, the heady mix of the two of them together, the pleasant soap smell of the bathwater, and...unmistakably something savory from the other room. Oh. "I think you fucked me through lunch arriving," he murmurs. Some servant had to drop off a tray while they were moaning and spilling bathwater all over the floor in the other room. Essek would likely be even more embarrassed about that if his hormones hadn't briefly overridden some of the wiring in his brain.

"Mmm, at least we weren't on the bed," he murmurs as his mouth slides over Essek's neck again, indulging himself in tasting his husband's skin. He trails a few more kisses over Essek's shoulders before he reluctantly pulls out. He's hungry, and surely Essek is, too. They'll both need their strength if they're to make it through the rest of his husband's heat without snapping at each other. Percy eases back, but he pulls Essek with him, coaxing his lover to turn so that he can properly look at him.

So that he can kiss him the way he wants to - the way he's been unable to for days. He strokes back Essek's hair, gently cradling his head.

"We should get out," he murmurs before pressing into another kiss. "The last thing we need is for you to be cranky and urgently aroused."

Another kiss, and another. He draws Essek's bottom lip into his mouth in a lazy suck.

"The only saving grace of this situation," Essek grumbles. But he isn't pouty for long with Percival kissing over his neck and shoulders, and even the dissatisfying emptiness of his cock slipping from his cunt is mitigated by the way he's turned around and kissed. He returns it, blinking up at his husband contentedly before he sinks into another. His arms slide up to loop around Percy's broader shoulders and he arches his back to press as much of his lean body and warm, soft skin against his alpha's as he can. His lips part for kiss after kiss, arousal a constant smoldering companion, but it sparks bright again when Percival sucks on his lower lip. Essek's nails dig lightly into his shoulders and his hips twitch up in response.

"I think you might enjoy that, actually," he whispers mildly when his lip is released. He certainly seems to be making a better effort at turning him on again than he is at changing locations.

But Essek kisses him again, scratching a hand up the back of his neck to wind into his hair and catching his top lip deliberately with a fang. Not enough to cut, but certainly enough to sting.

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The dig of Essek's nails against his back and the sharpness in his kiss earns a sound that is very nearly a growl from Percival's throat. Even not in rut, it makes him want to pin his husband down and have him again.

And while he might enjoy a cranky and aroused mate, his first point still stands: they need to eat, especially Essek. Percy mutters a soft curse and gives his husband another kiss, then gently pushes him away.

"Out you go. I won't fuck you again until we've eaten." Perhaps a bold statement given the last few days, but Percival feels he's in better position to enforce that than Essek is to completely seduce him. Possibly.

To gain some distance, Percy pushes himself up to get out of the tub, quickly retrieving a towel to dry off with before he wraps in a robe. He gets another towel and approaches the tub to offer Essek a hand out.

Essek makes a disgruntled and disappointed noise, nearly a snarl, in response to being rejected, even if it is gentle and well-meaning. He's used to getting what he wants, and increasingly what he wants is his husband's cock. Over and over again, preferably.

Still, he does reluctantly recognize his need for sustenance. He accepts Percival's help out of the tub and allows him to wrap a towel around him afterward, though he tolerates only a little of his touch to dry him off. Still damp and dripping water, he enters the bedroom just like that, leaving a trail of wet footprints.

The tray carrying their lunch is on the side table by the door, so at least whoever delivered it didn't have to be in the room for long. He identifies tea and finger foods, things that taste appealing, but nothing heavy or complicated to eat. The exact right food for heat, where he doesn't have much patience for long meals or anything that will make him feel too full. Someone in the kitchen knows what they're doing, and he turns to tell Percival as much.

Percy decides to keep his observations to himself, but there is something very attractive about Essek getting snarly at him. He also resists the urge to roll his eyes when his husband barely dries off and promptly heads back into the bedroom, bare and damp. He smiles once Essek's back is turned and he grabs another robe before following after him.

"I did tell them you'd be going into heat," he says after Essek comments on the suitability of the food. "And they've been cooking for you all this time. I told them to make sure it would be things you like, but prepared for ah... this particular time."

The kitchen staff are well prepared to provide for specific dietary needs, whether it be a normal day, a period of heat or rut, a pregnancy, illness - anything. Percy gets close enough to drape the robe he's carrying over Essek's beautiful, narrow shoulders and he leans down to kiss the back of his husband's neck.

"Don't be cross with me," he murmurs, lips trailing slowly up toward Essek's hairline. Then he lifts his head and reaches past Essek to pick up a piece of sausage wrapped in pastry.

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Essek accepts the explanation wordlessly, though he does make a note that he will have to send his thanks to the staff in the kitchen when his heat has passed. His apologies as well, for disappearing suddenly for several days and wasting the meals they'd so thoughtfully prepared.

His ears flicker lightly as Percival steps up behind him, draping him in the robe he hadn't bothered with putting on. It's a sweet gesture, and the kisses and soft plea that follow are convincing, and his skin prickles pleasantly. But Essek hasn't so quickly forgotten why he was annoyed. He doesn't draw away, but he doesn't tilt his head the way he normally would to welcome more kisses.

"Why do you think I am cross with you?" he asks, crossly. He slides his arms through the arms of the robe and briskly ties the belt around his waist. Somehow he even manages haughtiness when he eats one of those little wrapped sausages in a single petulant bite.

Percy resists the urge to sigh as Essek maintains his annoyance. He nuzzles against his husband's damp hair and slides an arm around his waist.

"I can't imagine," he murmurs. "When you are so subtle in your displeasure."

His fingers stroke over the belt of the robe. Essek's ability to manage haughtiness in any situation does not surprise him, and, oddly enough, he finds that rather attractive, too. He knows that his husband has a fine appreciation for his own ability to deploy snobbery with a cutting edge when the occasion calls for it. A nightmare for anyone who crosses them.

But right now, it's just the two of them, and it's going to be just the two of them for another few days at least.

Percival is trying to ingratiate himself again, and unfortunately he is doing a rather good job of it, because Essek loves him. He can't help melting back against him a little when he curls an arm around him, murmuring into his hair. Light, he smells so good. Essek's hips cant back a little and he feels his cunt tighten with a hopeful throb of arousal as Percival plays with the belt of the robe he'd just pointedly tied like he's considering undoing it.

But this is just it, isn't it? He'd teased him and then refused to fuck him. Essek deserves to maintain a little spite. He picks up another morsel and pops it into his mouth, since Percival had been so insistent.

Normally he would punish this sort of transgression by edging his husband until he was satisfied he'd earned an orgasm, or pinning his hands to the bed with gravity so he couldn't touch him. But neither of those solutions work well during his heat, because Essek would be punishing himself just as much. He craves his husband's touch more than anything, and the last thing he wants is to keep him from coming. In fact, he wants to make him come as many times as he can stand.

"If I am cross with you, perhaps you can imagine something that will put you back in my good graces," he suggests.

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