alignmyheart | au of an au

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."

Edited 2022-02-21 04:41 (UTC)

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.

There is barely any coaxing needed to get Essek to spread his legs for Percival; he's so far beyond pride at this point that he opens his thighs wide almost on his own. When his husband guides two of his fingers into his cunt and quickly tucks two of his own in after them, Essek keens. The sound dies to a whine in his throat when Percival covers his mouth with his, and yet again Essek parts his lips, melting a little more at the hot sweep of tongue.

The robe he hadn't removed is barely hanging on, so loosely draped about his body that to say that he's still wearing it would be wrong. It's slid down his shoulders and slid up his thighs all the way to his hips, the belt around his waist tied only loosely, and it only slips open more now as his hips squirm, unable to keep still.

His cunt pulses around their fingers, milking them the way he would his alpha's cock. The stretch feels so good that he thinks he might come just from this, pleasure coiling tighter with every involuntary squeeze of his inner muscles. Essek desperately wants to come with his husband's cock inside him, but he may not have a choice.

"Keep your fingers where they are," he murmurs against Essek's lips. Percival knows his husband wants - needs - his cock, but he's also fairly certain Essek is already right on the edge. Why not work him over it?

He leans lower and runs his tongue over his omega's stiff cock. Percy catches the head between his lips and bobs his head down as his fingers start to fuck Essek's cunt. Feeling his husband's fingers alongside his own is ridiculously arousing and he resists the urge to grind against the bed. Soon.

Percival gives his mate a slow suck and moans quietly around his cock as his fingers plunge in and out of the tightening heat between Essek's thighs. Now that his head is down here, Essek's scent is delicious and it is overwhelming.

Essek both loves and hates that instruction, but he obeys regardless. It isn't as though he could remove them anyway with Percival's hand still covering his, his fingers setting the pace as he begins to fuck him, guiding his own to do the same. Part of Essek hates how arousing that is, how stupidly good it feels, but there is very little he can do about it.

With Percival's mouth on him too, he really is helpless. He cries out, sharp and loud, as he sucks the head between his lips and doesn't stop there. Essek's thighs are shaking, muscles tense, and his hips writhe, uncontrolled, between his husband's mouth around his cock and their fingers fucking his cunt. His other hand finds Percival's hair and holds, his grip mercilessly hard. Essek can't stay quiet. He gasps and moans, occasionally his mate's name, but all other words seem beyond him, even his native tongue.

Those sounds get higher, breathier, Essek's thighs tremble harder, and he wants to hold on, he wants to wait, but he can't. Within moments he's coming, a jolt of electric pleasure that spreads through his body, whiting out everything outside himself. His cock jerks, spilling over Percival's tongue, and his cunt clenches vicelike around their fingers. Somehow it feels all the more powerful for how much he'd resisted it, and he's left spent but aching, the aftershocks nearly as powerful as the initial peak.

The taste of Essek's come is a delicious reward, as is the way soft walls cling around his fingers, milking them for something they can't give. He lifts his head with one last suck and indulges himself, watching Essek tremble and shiver through the little aftershocks of his pleasure.

He withdraws his fingers slowly, dragging Essek's with him. He doesn't leave his husband empty for long, soon replacing them with his cock. Percival breathes a heavy, sharp sigh at the relative ease with which he can push in, Essek's body yielding to him, welcoming him. He leans down to kiss along Essek's neck, shifting so he can cradle the other man close as their bodies finally meet the way they're met to. It doesn't matter how many times he's done this in the last few days or in which shape: every time it's satisfying.

Percy murmurs soft, sweet praise as his lips trail along Essek's ear, teeth teasing the shell as he goes. His forearm slides beneath Essek's neck and his other hand runs down along the side of the drow's flushed, warm body until he reaches a still-trembling thigh. Percy hooks it up over his hip.

Essek is only just starting to come back to himself when Percival trades their fingers for his cock, thrusting without resistance into the soft, yielding clutch of his cunt. This is exactly what he needs, but immediately after an orgasm like that his body is so tender, and it feels like so much. His head is still in the clouds, his thighs still quivering, his cunt clinging with still-receding pleasure, throbbing around his mate's cock.

This man is going to be the death of him.

He can express himself only in sharp, panting whimpers as his husband fucks him, gathering him close and teasing his sensitive ear. It is so much sensation at once that he barely knows what to do with himself, so much intense pleasure that he can only give in and let his body do what it will, just as he had a scant few days ago when Percival had fucked him for an hour straight by his own request.

What his body decides to do this time, apparently, is send him another orgasm in short order. His cock is mostly soft, and only a little fluid drips from the tip to smear over his stomach, but his cunt tightens again and his vision blurs, and he shakes apart in his husband's arms, muffling a cry against his shoulder that sounds like please. It's already so much, but still he needs more. He won't be satisfied by his own pleasure alone--he can't be.

Maybe it's cruel, but he truly enjoys feeling Essek shiver and tremble beneath him, muscles firing just slightly out of control, purely reactionary as Percival fucks him into another orgasm. He gasps when he feels the milking squeeze of his husband's cunt and the pressure and vibration of Essek's cry as he pushes his mouth against his shoulder.

"Sssh," he hushes. He pulls Essek's head back so that he can kiss him again. Percival can't hold to it like he wants to, can't plunder Essek's mouth when he has to breathe. His own body is worked up, demanding release now that he's buried exactly where he wants to be. Even as Essek is still shaking from his release - if it can really be called that, given the circumstances - Percy pushes himself up more, bracing over his husband so that he can fuck him properly. He keeps his grip on the tense thigh pressed to his side, finally giving in to his own sense of urgency as he buries himself again and again.

A growling groan rises in his throat when he feels resistance, and it takes Percy a few seconds to realize he is swelling at the base of his cock. It's only a few more thrusts before he comes, and even if his knot as a man will never be quite so impressive as the wolf's, it's certainly there as he spills inside his mate.

Essek makes a real effort at calming himself when Percival hushes him, and it's helped by the brief but intense kiss muffling him. But it's impossible to restrain his noises when his body is being pushed to its limit and used this way. He moans softly but continuously as his husband fucks him with singular, focused need. His body is still trembling, his cunt still bearing down around him, and Essek notices before Percival does the knot forming at the base of his cock. Light, he needs it.

As soon as it starts to push inside him and drag back out, slowing Percival's urgent thrusts, Essek's legs tighten around the other man's waist and he gets quieter, both more desperate and more fulfilled than he's been yet. There's a gasp at the sounds his husband is making over him as he works himself up to his peak, and Essek feels his knot swell up just inside him, too big to comfortably pull out, as Percival finally comes, spilling into his cunt just as he'd promised.

Already over the last several days Essek has been knotted and filled plenty--excessively, at times--by Percival as a wolf, and though the differences are clear, he doesn't feel any less satisfied by this. It arouses him to have turned his mate on enough that he's knotting him while he isn't in rut, and he can't help recalling how much his husband had enjoyed watching him take a fake knot before. He gives a gentle rock of his hips to ensure he's seated as deep inside him as he can be, and finally relaxes with a sigh.

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