alignmyheart | au of an au

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.

Percy stills to avoid hurting either of them when he realizes he can't pull out again. He sinks down over Essek, moving just enough to ensure that he is pressed deep as his husband's thighs squeeze against his sides. It's satisfying to hear Essek go quiet and to know it's because he's getting what he wants and what he needs. What his body demands. Percival nuzzles the wizard's pale hair and murmurs soft affection there as he tries to catch his breath.

"Better?" he asks at last, the smile obvious in his voice and clear on his face as he lifts his head. Percy braces himself comfortably on his forearms, keeping his full weight from Essek and also leaving his hands free to touch and caress his husband's hair and face. His thumb caresses the delicate line of a pointed ear.

This feels more satisfying than their quick coupling in the tub, perhaps because he can feel how much Essek has relaxed in getting this. He gives his husband a lazy kiss and strokes his cheek.

Essek is basking in the afterglow, relaxing into the pillows and humming soft approval as his husband showers him with affection and praise. Well-deserved, after all of that. Even if he knows this contentment won't last, he wants to savor it while he can. A sigh leaves his lips as a thumb traces his ear.

"It feels...right," he replies after a moment. "When I have you inside me this way. As you are meant to be." His thighs tighten again as though he could pull Percival closer still, and he feels the pressure of his knot more acutely. "My body wants nothing more than to bear your child, so it ensures that this feels better than anything else."

Between them, his fingers trail idly down Percival's chest. "I didn't know this kind of fulfillment before sharing my heat with you."

Percival gives his mate an adoring look when Essek affirms again that he wants to fall pregnant. He worries in passing that Essek will find himself regretting this decision when he's less overcome by hormones. He hopes not - he wants this very much now that Essek has put the idea in his mind.

He reaches to cover Essek's hand as it trails down his chest, gently pinning it in place over his sternum.

"I'm glad you decided to," he admits. He lifts Essek's hand to his lips to kiss his knuckles. "I'd abide by whatever you wanted, you know. If you felt this is too much and would rather not go through it again."

Whether that meant riding out his heat alone or going back on suppressants, Percival never wants Essek to feel like he is trapped in something. Their marriage might have been arranged, but they've come to care for each other. They love each other. And he never wants Essek to be forced into anything again.

Essek's eyes soften, touched by the loving expression on his husband's face and by his consideration for him. He's always been this kind, has always made it clear that Essek is free to make his own decisions in this marriage, and for that he adores him. His hand rests against his chest, held in place, and he can feel his heartbeat beneath it.

"I know," Essek assures him. "It is...frustrating at times, yes. But I am glad, too. I do not regret it, and I would gladly do it again. Provided I do not have to go searching for you." His lips curl into a smirk, amused by the situation now that it's passed. But even that he is grateful for. It had allowed him to see the side of himself Percival had kept hidden for so long and embrace it. "It has otherwise been very enjoyable. For both of us, I think."

The knot in him now is evidence enough of that, and he recalls with a thrill how irresistible his husband had found him while in his wolf shape. Presumably the scent of his heat had been that much stronger.

"I won't hide from you," he murmurs, softer and sweeter in his sincerity. First of all, he never wants Essek to blindly teleport into the woods again, and secondly, he doesn't want to be away from his mate if he doesn't have to be. Even if there had been a little thrill in hunting his mate down, Percy had still been worried about Essek on his own in a dangerous place in a... less-than-clear state of mind. He doesn't want Essek in danger just because he's come looking for him.

If he's a wolf again the next time Essek's heat comes around, then he will either stay here, or he will make sure that he and his husband go out to the woods together. Perhaps after some improvements in his little cave.

He kisses Essek's smirking mouth, smiling against it. He loves this man, and now he thoroughly understands the concept of the bond that can form during an omega's heat. Even if he isn't in rut, Percival feels like he would do anything for this man, for his mate.

"It occurs to me," he says, "that if we are successful here, you won't go into heat again for a while."

This has occurred to Essek already, of course. But he smiles as Percival comes to that conclusion too, and leans up to kiss him again, warm and fond, before he answers.

"That is true. But I am used to a longer duration between my heats. It used to happen only once every eighteen months, roughly." Fairly typical for an elf without a partner, especially one who would voluntarily go decades without any sexual encounters at all. "You are the reason the cycle has sped up. If we are not successful this time, we should have another opportunity in six months or so."

Still less frequent than a human, but more than Essek has experienced before in his life. Bonding with an alpha really has changed everything--and yet again, he can't regret it. He loves this man more than anything, and he makes him want to engage with this aspect of himself he'd ignored for so long. Previously he'd never thought one way or another about being an omega beyond finding certain biological realities inconvenient, but now he finds himself indulging in and enjoying those very same realities. It's exciting.

"If we are successful...then yes, it will be quite some time." Long enough for the pregnancy, and for his body to rest sufficiently after. "As much as I have found this experience uniquely gratifying, I would not mind waiting to repeat it for that reason."

That gets a quiet laugh. Percival gives Essek another sweet kiss, content like this. He knows it won't be too long before his husband has need again. Until then, they can both enjoy this moment.

As his knot diminishes, Percy takes the chance to pull out and ease onto his side. He gathers Essek close to him, cradling him near, protective and possessive all at once. Gentle, calloused fingers stroke along the wizard's cheek.

"We'll just have to set our efforts to seeing you bred." There's teasing in his voice, but also simmering desire.

Once he's pulled out of him, Essek goes gladly into his husband's arms, fitting himself close against his body. His eyes close in contentment when Percival holds him tight and trails delightfully rough fingers gently over his face.

"Perhaps you have already," he suggests coyly, feeling his lips curl even as a fresh rush of need coils in his belly, prompted by his mate's words. "We have been at it for days now. It may have happened the very first time." With a tilt of his chin, he presses a kiss to Percival's cheek, still appealingly prickly with stubble. "But it is fun to keep trying, isn't it?"

"I don't know how compatible the wolf is," he admits. And there's no real way to find out now, not if he's going to spend the rest of Essek's heat with him. There will be not telling exactly when it happens, after all, beyond the general window of his heat. It doesn't really matter, though, beyond an academic curiosity.

"Darling, I think you would resort to violence if I stopped trying before the end of this." A smirk tugs at his mouth and he kisses Essek again, enamored with the taste of him, the feel of him in his arms. A more wicked part of him does wonder how long it would take Essek to lose his patience if Percival decided that they were both finished, that they didn't need to keep trying or indulging his omega's very apparent needs.

"Correct," Essek confirms, far too loftily for his current situation, especially when he's left a little breathless by that kiss. "You ought to learn how to Counterspell as a precaution before we find ourselves doing this again." He's only half joking, really. "I cannot be held responsible for any gravity wells I might create if I'm denied too long in this state."

A fingertip traces almost idly from Percival's collarbone down his chest, using just the tip of his nail.

"But if the wolf wouldn't work out," and he's also of the mind that it's unlikely it would, despite his teasing, "then that is all the more reason to make these last few days count. And I believe you deserve a small taste of what I have been experiencing."

He couldn't have expected to make Essek as helplessly wrecked as he had that last round and not receive some comeuppance, could he?

"Sit up against the headboard and give me your hands," he instructs primly, slipping out of his husband's arms to sit up himself.

"Hm, noted," he says when Essek suggests learning Counterspell. Percy isn't much of a magic user, but if he can learn it... well. It might be worth it, even if he doesn't use it to calm his irritated mate.

Percival's eyebrows creep up when Essek suggests he should be made to feel what Essek has been enduring. He's not exactly sure how his husband intends to make that happen, but he's intrigued when the wizard tells him to move. With a quiet grunt, Percival pushes himself up and eases back against the headboard as Essek slips away from him. He makes sure his back is pressed against the warm wood and he offers his hands to his husband, trying not to look too expectant.

"What are you up to?"

Essek tries not to be too smug as Percival follows his directions. As soon as the other man is settled where he's told to be, he returns to perch in his lap, accepting his outstretched hands.

"Nothing you won't appreciate," he quips lightly. He would like to think he knows his husband's preferences well by now. "Though if I am wrong, you only have to say so."

His thumbs stroke lightly against the inside of Percival's wrists, and then he is leaning in to guide both hands up and over his head, pressing them to the headboard. With a twist of his fingers, he secures them there with a small localized gravity field in a trick that will be familiar by now. Then he sits back to admire his work.

This position puts Percival nicely on display, elongating his body and highlighting the musculature in his arms and torso. Essek skims his fingers lightly down from his bound hands to his chest, leaning close to murmur into his ear. "You look so handsome like this, my love. Entirely at my mercy and ready to give me everything I need. Aren't you?"

Percy keeps his eyes on Essek as his husband guides his hands above his head, and just a moment later he realizes he's been pinned there by a familiar spell. His gaze is warm as he watches Essek admire him. He nearly closes his eyes as the wizard leans close to speak in his ear.

"Always, darling. I have always been at your service."

He turns his head to brush a kiss to Essek's cheek. He flexes his hands absently, just to ensure that the circulation is not compromised. His husband is good at what he does, though, and Percival trusts him now beyond measure. He thinks they have earned that from each other.

Light, the sweetness of this man. Essek resists breaking character by showing just how enamored he is, but only barely. His lips brush the rounded shell of Percy's ear. "Yes, you have. And so good at it. My clever boy." Kissing his way slowly down his neck, Essek breathes deep. His husband smells irresistible, and he couldn't possibly stop himself from grinding down against his lap, and so he doesn't try. Denial isn't the point of this exercise at all.

In fact, he wants Percival to feel how wet he is as he mouths at his throat, tasting his skin and teasing him with nipping little bites that just barely show what his sharp teeth can do. But even that is more than sufficient to raise a damning line of marks along his alpha's pale skin. It satisfies an absolutely primal need; he wants to claim as much as he wants to be claimed. "All mine."

Arousal stirs as soon as he feels Essek's wet cunt against him. He sighs, resting his head against the wood behind him as Essek's warm mouth trails down his neck. Every little bite sends a pleasant shock through him and he knows Essek will leave marks. Percy can't help but grin.

"And you're going to make sure everyone knows, hm?" he purrs, managing to keep his voice even despite the rush he gets hearing Essek claim him. Percy knows it's expected that he would make clear his claim over his omega, but there is a thrill in knowing his mate's fierce desire for him. In knowing Essek's impulse to show it.

"I don't think I have a collar high enough to hide all of this."

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