alignmyheart | au of an au

"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.

Edited 2022-02-21 01:58 (UTC)

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.

Percy turns his head to brush his lips along Essek's ear before gently biting the tip.

"Essek," he murmurs, voice low and warm. "I am at your disposal, my love. All I could do for days was keep you warm and keep you filled."

His other arm slides around the drow, holding him tighter. Essek smells divine and it's very difficult for Percival to resist his own growing desire to have him again. He wants to give Essek everything he needs, everything he wants. But he wants to take care of him, too, the urge surprisingly strong - as much as it was while he was in that cave with him.

A little smile quirks his mouth.

"I'll get on my knees right now to keep you from being neglected if you'll eat a bit more. And as long as we stop long enough to have meals every day, I won't leave your side until this passes. I will dedicate every other waking moment to making sure Whitestone has an heir by harvest next year."

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He has a point. As a wolf, he'd done both of those things very well, and that dedication made the most ill-considered hike of Essek's life worthwhile. He lets Percival hold him, shivering lightly at the attention to his ear, and he finds himself sinking back into his arms a little more as every vow he makes both soothes his heart and ensures his thighs will be sticky with his slick again very quickly. Light, he loves this man. He loves him, he wants him, and he is so lucky to have him. The baby they're making will be lucky to have him, too.

"That was quite convincing," he admits. A small smile curls over his lips. "No need to get on your knees yet, dearest one. But soon."

His head tilts so that he can nuzzle against his husband's throat beneath his chin, and his eyes slip closed as he breathes him in. "I love you more than Light itself," he murmurs. His hands rest over the arms wrapped around him. "Come on, then. Bring the tray to the bed. The sooner we finish eating, the sooner you can start trying to put your child in me."

"Thank you, darling." He smiles as Essek nuzzles against him. "I love you, Essek."

His hand lifts to cup Essek's chin, holding him still for a proper kiss. Reluctantly, he lets go of his husband entirely so that he can get the tray and bring it with them to the bed. Percy balances it on one hand and clears one of the nightstands before he sets it down there, keeping it within easy reach.

Then he shrugs out of his robe and tosses it onto the edge of the bed before he eases into it. He takes off his glasses and sets them on the other nightstand so that they're out of the way, because he knows that he'll forget to take them off again if he still has them on when they get started again.

Essek slips onto the bed without removing his own robe, tucking his legs beneath him. When Percival places the tray down, he reaches for a several pieces of sliced fruit and eats them quietly as he watches his husband removing his robe, observing openly and far from clinically. He is a handsome man, well worth looking at. Best of all, he is all Essek's. His lips quirk fondly as he remembers to remove his glasses this time.

As soon as he sits, Essek edges closer. A hand comes to rest on Percy's thigh, a contrast of pale and dark skin. Essek's long nails dig in lightly, suggestively scratching up and in. At the same time, he slips the last piece of fruit into his mouth and licks the juice from his thumb.

"You know, Percival," he begins, a purr, "one thing I did not expect to enjoy so much about making love with you in your wolven shape was sucking your cock. Of course, what little I could fit in my mouth was not enough to bring you the sort of satisfaction I wanted. But it has left me with a particular craving to have my mouth fucked." His lips curl into a smirk, soft and knowing. "If you are interested."

Percival's attention sharpens as his husband turns toward him. He can't help the heated look he gives Essek as he recounts sucking his cock - or making a very good effort to do so.

"Is that so?" he murmurs, eyes darker as he reaches to pull Essek closer still. "I suppose I can indulge you, if that's what you're craving."

A grin creeps across his face and he catches the back of Essek's neck to draw him into a kiss. He can't resist that soft, smirking mouth, and he certainly can't resist the idea of burying himself there as much as Essek can tolerate. His memories of the last few days are more fuzzy than he'd like, but they usually are in the day after. Some will clarify as he gains distance, others will fade. But he doesn't think he could ever forget the feeling of Essek's much smaller body beneath him, taking him, wanting him.

"Far be it from me to deny you." His voice is heavy and warm as they part again.

Essek's robe opens at the leg and slips up his thigh as Percival pulls him in for another kiss. He submits to it entirely, giving him a taste of his mouth as he offers it for other purposes. Of course his husband can't refuse an offer like that. His hand lifts to cradle his jaw until they part, when it drops to wander down his chest instead, tracing over smooth skin and familiar scars alike.

"I will trust you to know your limits, my love," he murmurs. Light, he can already feel his body responding to that shift in Percival's voice. "I'll still need you to fuck me after."

As though his alpha needs reminding of that. Still, Essek makes his point by catching Percy's hand and guiding it beneath the dragged-up hem of his robe. He lets him skim over his half hard cock, then lower between his thighs. He bites back a whimper as his husband's fingers brush through his soaked folds, even if he had led them them there himself.

Percival tries to hold back a quiet groan as Essek guides his hand between his thighs. His fingers brush over his husband's cock, but it is his wet cunt that earns the sound. He leans closer as he rubs against and between his folds, teasing at his entrance without fully penetrating. But gods he wants to, desperately. But he will most certainly forego the sweet suggestion Essek's made if he goes too far with this now.

The drow smells good and Percy nudges against his neck, kissing and gently biting him there.

With a soft, frustrated sound, Percival pulls back, then presses his husband onto his back, quickly straddling his slender frame. He reaches to brush his slick fingers over Essek's lips, entreating them to part.

Essek's thin chest rises and falls quickly with his suddenly elevated breathing, arousal and need scorching him as his husband rubs at his dripping wet entrance and nips at his neck. It seems ridiculous, because he needs so much more, but he thinks he could probably come just from this.

A soft whine gives him away as Percival forces himself to draw back with an equally dissatisfied noise. He is on his back a moment later, being straddled with a purpose, and his eyes are wide and dark when they look up at the man over him. His loose robe has slid open entirely, the neck gaping wide and slipping down a slim shoulder. The fabric has slid all the way up to his hips as he lays with his legs obscenely spread.

Obligingly, Essek's plush lips part to suck the taste of his cunt from his alpha's fingers. His eyes slip half closed and his mouth is soft and pliant, his sharp teeth carefully guarded.

His breath comes in a shiver as he strokes his fingers over Essek's tongue, eyes intent as he studies his lover's beautiful, flushed face.

"I did not realize how much I could want someone," he murmurs, leaning low over Essek to kiss the tip of his nose as his fingers slide deeper into his mouth. "Until I met you, husband."

Percy slips his fingers free, replacing them with his mouth. He does not linger in the kiss, though, and breaks away so that he can move higher over Essek's torso. Percival braces one hand against the headboard as the other reaches down to stroke over his husband's cheek, then over his own hard cock. He's been easing back into arousal since leaving the tub, and feeling the wet, inviting heat of Essek's cunt certainly got him the rest of the way there.

He guides the tip of his cock over Essek's lips. "Come on, my darling. Show me you want it."

Though his love for his husband is never buried very deep these days, Essek is reminded of it all over again as he sweetly kisses his nose at the same time he fucks his mouth lewdly with his fingers, declaring that Essek has shown him how it is so truly want someone. Essek's heart leaps in agreement, and a moment later he's being kissed. He's never in his century and more of life wanted anyone the way he wants Percival. This alone is proof of that. The idea of allowing any of his past lovers, few and scarce as they were, to do anything like this to him is laughable. He was no blushing virgin when he and Percival married, but he was frigid, and it was his husband who thawed him.

Unable to use his words to respond, actions will have to do. His husband nudges his hard cock against his lips, and Essek is glad to show him exactly what he asks. Without taking his eyes off Percival, his lips part just enough to suck almost shyly on the tip before he strains up to take the head entirely into his mouth with an obscene swirl of his tongue. He lavishes attention all around, lapping across and down the slit, around and beneath the glans, making his mouth as inviting as he can.

His hands are not inert, and so he uses them to encourage his mate further. His arms are curled beneath Percival's appealing muscled thighs, and Essek takes a firm hold on his ass with both hands, dark nails prickling into his pale skin. He drags them down a little in a light, encouraging scratch, moaning softly around his mouthful of cock as he does.

Meanwhile, his own thighs have closed tight without his say-so, rubbing together in a way that provides a little stimulation for his cock and makes the inner muscles of his cunt tense and contract around nothing, shooting frustrated pleasure through his body. Essek displays himself, intentionally and otherwise, to show how much he wants everything this man can give him.

A shiver races down his back like lightning, hitting at his core as Essek's tongue and mouth tease over the head of his cock. He lets Essek take what he will, but he can't quite help the slight buck of his hips as his husband's nails dig against his skin. His fingers push into Essek's hair and hold tight as the drow moans so sweetly. Percival murmurs quiet praise before giving a more deliberate rock of his hips, gently thrusting further into Essek's mouth.

He doesn't want to overwhelm his husband just yet, wants to give him time to relax into it. Percy is vaguely aware of the fact that Essek is squirming beneath him, hips restless, and he can imagine just what he's doing without looking. He keeps his other arm braced against the headboard to ensure his weight. He doesn't want to hurt Essek, even like this.

He pulls gently on Essek's hair, tipping his head back a little more before thrusting a little deeper, testing Essek's tolerance.

Percival takes his time at first, which is sweet. Essek keeps his mouth slack and open, his teeth tucked away behind his lips, and blinks up at the man over him with big, lust-dark eyes. The hand tugging at his hair guides him to where he needs to be and keeps him in place, and he moans again as Percival rocks more deliberately into his mouth, finally pushing deeper. The taste of him and the hot weight of his cock filling his mouth is heady.

It is almost difficult to believe that not so very long ago he thought he detested this act. His singular experience with sucking cock before he got married hadn't been an enjoyable one. He'd found very little about it appealing, so he assumed it simply wasn't for him. As it turns out it was the man, not the act, that wasn't for him. Trying again with Percival was very different, and he's since learned how to do it well. Now he's capable of taking cock (Percival's cock, at least) down his throat like he was made for it.

This is far from the only case of his husband teaching him to enjoy something new in bed. Percival has been his first and only in many things. He was the first to fuck his ass, which Essek now enjoys immensely. He was the first to make him come from penetration alone. He was the first to show him what it was like to be knotted with that toy of his, and then the first to knot him--as a wolf, no less. He is the first to spend his heat with him. And if they are committed enough to the attempt, he'll be the first to breed him. (Honestly, Essek's decision to get pregnant during his first ever shared heat is very like him. Always pushing limits and setting lofty goals.)

As Percival rocks out of his mouth, Essek's cheeks hollow in a long, languid suck, and his lips go soft and gentle for him to thrust back in again. He enjoys the the gradual build as his lover tests what he can take, and his thighs continue to rub together with increasing desperation, growing wet as his cunt drips slick.

Percival sighs as Essek gives him a slow suck. He loves this, loves Essek's sheer dedication to practicing once he decided he enjoyed it. He knows he's been a lot of firsts for his husband - which shocks him, given the longer life Essek has led - but he is also gratified to have changed Essek's mind about some things. He considers that an accomplishment.

He leans more into the headboard as he gives in to his urges. He's still relatively gentle as he fucks Essek's mouth, but now he's building a steady rhythm, trusting that Essek will make it clear if he's getting overwhelmed. Percy loses himself in the perfect pressure of Essek's tongue, the velvety softness of his cheeks. He is still aware of his husband shifting and squirming under him and he swears he can smell the drow's arousal, but he is intent on giving Essek what he has asked for, first.

At least, he intends to keep this up as long as either of them can stand it.

"I should tell you, husband," he murmurs, quietly breathless, "that I do not intend to come anywhere other than your cunt today."

While he would relish in spilling down Essek's throat, Percy is feeling particularly driven.

Essek is overwhelmed, but in the best way. He holds nice and still so his husband can work his cock into his willing mouth, rubbing across his tongue and against his cheeks and holding his hair to fuck deeper. He's flushed from his face all the way down his chest, and so quietly gratified by Percival taking his pleasure with him this way.

His half-lidded eyes, growing a little glazed as his arousal burns through him, refocus as his husband speaks, promising exactly what he wants in a way that is delightfully lewd for being so straightforward. He whines, the needy, eager sound muffled by Percival's cock. His nails dig in harder, dragging, encouraging, grasping tight at his ass.

Light, he needs it so badly--all of it, everything. His cunt throbs, and he is so empty he aches, and he whimpers again, sucking almost desperately on his husband's cock.

Percival's fingers tighten in Essek's hair as the drow's voice vibrates around his cock. He murmurs soft praise as he thrusts deeper.

"There," he sighs as he rocks back again, giving Essek a moment to breathe. He slides deep again before withdrawing all the way. Percy's eyes are dark as he looks down at his husband and his thumb strokes over his scalp.

"Tell me what you need, darling."

Even if he knows, he really wants to hear it. Especially when Essek has been squirming and writhing from the waist down since they got started. His hand slides from Essek's hair to cradle his cheek, admiring his flushed face and soft, kiss-swollen lips.

Essek whimpers again as Percival withdraws that last time, leaving his mouth completely. The ache of emptiness only gets worse. He feels like he's vibrating out of his own skin, so keyed up he can barely think. Right there in front of him, Percival's cock is shiny and slick with his spit, and he licks his swollen lips at the sight of it. He feels pinned, put on display, but he absolutely loves to know that his husband is admiring him as he leans into the hand cupping his face.

"I need you to fill me. Fuck me until you come inside me, as many times as it takes."

He answers without hesitation, his smooth voice heated and heavy and eyes like a gravity well, dark and endless, rimmed by white lashes.

"I need you, husband. I need you." His hands leave Percival's body as one finally drops between his own legs, bypassing the swollen length of his cock to rub through his dripping folds. But his own touch isn't what will satisfy him, and it only makes his craving worse, hips twitching up with a gasp.

Every word goes straight to his cock and Percy can feel it throb as Essek begs to be filled. He can hear the slick sound as Essek's fingers drift between his legs and it's impossible to ignore the needy twitch of the beautiful body beneath him.

Percival moves so he can slide lower down his husband's body, pausing to kiss him on the way. Soon enough he's coaxing Essek's thighs further apart to admit him and one hand slides over Essek's, keeping it right where it is. He braces his other hand against the bed and keeps his eyes on his mate's face as he pushes Essek's hand lower, coaxes two of his fingers into his dripping cunt, followed by to of Percy's own.

"You beautiful thing," he whispers, leaning to kiss Essek again. He licks into his mouth, moaning quietly at the taste of him. Percival loves this man more than he thought possible, and Essek is offering him a future he never anticipated having. One he thought would be beyond his reach forever and so he'd stopped reaching.

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