alignmyheart | au of an au

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."

Essek's body is primed for this, still needy even after two rounds and three orgasms in an hour. He grinds along his mate's cock with an eager rock of his hips, taking his own pleasure and deliberately encouraging Percy's building arousal.

"No, you don't," he agrees with self-satisfied pride. He knows his husband's wardrobe. "You will just have to wear my claim on you openly, dear one."

Percival understands him too well. Of course he wants to make sure everyone knows. He's jealous and possessive and greedy and a host of other selfish, undesirable traits, but Percival is his. Their marriage has shown him just how viciously he can love, and how completely he can embrace another soul. How thrilling it is to reveal himself, and how fiercely protective he is of everything his husband reveals to him. Of course he wants Percival to go about his day with his teeth writ clearly on his skin. Of course he wants to spend the better part of a year with a rounded belly as undeniable proof of their commitment to each other.

"Now," he breathes, and traces his tongue back up along the string of bruises he's left. "I think I'll ride your cock until I am certain you've bred me. You are going to fill my cunt as many times as I need, aren't you?"

Percy shifts, trying to rock up against Essek as he grinds down against him. His cock is already half-hard again and he can feel the raw need urging his arousal on. Before Essek, he'd resigned himself to a life without this kind of love and intimacy, trusting in his sister to continue the family and he--he would be administrator and architect, and then he would pass on.

The love that has grown between them has changed his thinking more than he could have anticipated. Where once he only imagined a future for others, and for Whitestone, now he dares to imagine a future for himself.

"Yes," he breathes, a growl at the edge of his voice as Essek demands an answer from him. "Essek--"

Yes, this is what Essek was going for. Percival is getting impatient already. The rough edge of his voice does things to Essek, and it's all he can do to keep his composure for now. But this is good. He hadn't wanted Percival just to desire him, but to need him, to ache for him so desperately that everything else ceases to matter. So much that he would leave the safety of the castle to go looking for him in the woodlands. So much that he would eagerly embrace him in a body most would consider monstrous. Then he might know a little of how Essek feels.

Maybe he could draw out this first part a little longer, but he decides not to. He wants to give himself the satisfaction of feeling his cock fill out the rest of the way inside him. He lifts up only so that he can reach down and shift the angle with his hand. He's hard enough to stay inside him, so Essek lets the head push past his entrance and sinks down onto him, perching again in his husband's lap with his cock sheathed inside him. His cunt throbs as his impatience to be full again pays off, that particular urge satisfied. But it isn't enough to be full. Now he wants to fuck.

"Such a good boy," he sighs, rotating his slim hips in a slow circle that keeps Percival buried in him. "You want it, don't you," he says, not a question. "You want me to keep you here until you've done your job. By the time I am finished with you, there will be no question."

He's working himself up too, heat rising inside him along with Percival's cock. He grinds down to feel it more as he stiffens, self-indulgent. Light, he isn't going to deny himself anything.

Percival gasps in a sharp breath as Essek guides his half-hard cock into his slick, waiting heat. He closes his eyes briefly in relief and tries to rock his hips up as Essek grinds against him. This is where he belongs, it's what they both need and want, and it's only his omega's impatience that gives either of them relief.

His eyes open again to watch Essek's face, drinking him in as he circles his hips, providing just enough movement to fuel excitement without risking losing his prize. His effort has Percival growing fully hard inside him. His hands flex against the spell keeping his arms in place. He wants to touch his mate and every word stokes that fire.

"You know I'd let you keep me leashed," he murmurs, voice heavy as he gives a little buck beneath Essek's weight, as if he could get deeper. "You are mine... and I am so thoroughly yours, my love."

Feeling Percival's cock grow hard inside him only adds to that feeling of fullness. A sharp eyetooth catches his lower lip as he arches his back and rocks against him. He can tell how badly Percival wants to touch him, and it is thrilling. He watches his hands and arms flex as he tries to move them, and really feels the restless jerk of his hips that doesn't push him deeper, but certainly grinds his cock harder against Essek's soft walls where he already is. A little groan escapes him, and he tries to put more of his own weight on Percival's hips--as though that would stop him.

"Leashed? Now there's an idea," he says faintly, mostly to be smart. But his eyes are terribly soft, because he can't hear I am so thoroughly yours without feeling the full force of his love for his husband. He holds him deep inside his body and presses close to kiss him, biting gently at his lower lip as they part.

Truly, his queen and his mother could not have known what they had done for him by exiling him to this place. He doesn't care about the Dynasty. It will never change, and eventually that stagnation will rot it from the inside. This is his home. This city and this man.

Bracing himself, Essek he uses his thighs to lift himself up. the length of Percival's cock nearly slips from his cunt before he drops his hips to take it all back inside him at once. Repetition builds momentum, and when he finds a rhythm, gasping softly at the friction and the dull pressure of taking it so deep, his thighs can stop working quite so hard.

"Essek--" Percy moans his husband's name as he lifts up, then drops down like that to take him deep again. He tries to get one of his feet planted so that he can thrust up into the needy body above him, wanting desperately to fuck his mate.

"You feel perfect," he pants, straining against the spell again as if he might truly be able to fight the gravity that holds him in place. Somewhere in the back of his fevered mind he recalls the first time he let Essek do this, grateful his husband did not spring it on him without warning. There is still so much of his past he hasn't shared, but he's given Essek his trust time and again and he has not seen it abused. He loves this man. And in moments like this, he feels he would do anything for him.

"Do you know how much I ache to touch you? How difficult it was for me to walk away when I caught your scent that morning? I lingered outside your door far longer than I should have, wanting nothing more than to go to you."

Percival's efforts to thrust up only encourage Essek to ride him harder. His hands brace against his chest and he moves in his lap, a soft whimper in the back of his throat for every rock down. He thinks he can tell how much his husband wants to touch him, but he could always stand to hear it.

"You should have," he says, breathless with exertion. "I could smell you there. I wondered if you would knock. I wanted you to."

It feels so good to take his mate's cock hard and fast like this, but his legs aren't going to last much longer at this rate. He can feel the muscles in his thighs burning, and they begin to shake as he lifts up again. Still moving his hips, he curls forward, resting his forehead against Percival's shoulder.

"I spent all day aching for you." And if Percival aches for him now? Good. He should.

"I'll know better next time," he groans, almost growls, as Essek all but slumps against him, head on his shoulder. Percy refuses to stop what he's doing. If he can't have his hands free, he'll try to fuck Essek like this, especially if Essek is losing the strength to do it himself.

He finds himself hoping there is a next time, even as he hopes that his mate falls pregnant after this first attempt. It's as much a possibility as having to wait for another heat cycle is. Percy mutters a soft, breathless curse when he feels the faint swell at the base of his cock start again. He can feel it as Essek sinks down enough to take it, letting it stretch him more.

Percival turns his head, pressing his cheek to Essek's so that his lips are near the drow's ear.

"All day and part of the night," he murmurs, voice lower. "And then you came to me, barely dressed with your need running down your thighs."

Next time. Internally, Essek is warring with the same competing ideas, wanting to be pregnant yet also enjoying the effort so much that he hopes for another heat. But wanting both isn't a bad thing. It means he'll be satisfied either way. Essek moans in agreement, and it rises into a higher, sweeter sound as he feels the base of Percy's cock begin to swell. Thighs trembling, he can't bring himself to rock up again once he feels his alpha's knot stretching him, but he finally allows Percival to take him without fighting it, and he only trembles harder with intensifying pleasure.

"You weren't complaining," he hisses, falling between desperation and indignation, loving that lurid, teasingly provocative description as much as he doesn't want to admit to loving it. He makes himself sit up enough to look at his husband, braces a hand behind him on his knee to stretch his body back in an elegant arch. The other hand slides down to rest low on his stomach. "You remember how I opened up for you? Your cock was so big I could feel it through my belly and still I took you all inside."

What he wants is to seem aloof, but it's an impossible image to maintain when he's panting and whining as he lets his restrained husband fuck him. His cunt tightens and tightens, trying to hold his knot inside him, but feeling a spike of sweet, perfect tension every time it slips out and forces its way back in with an increasingly obscene sound, rubbing just where he feels most tender. His eyelids flutter and his mind goes blissfully blank for seconds at a time, an orgasm so close he can feel it tingling at the base of his spine.

"More, deeper, Percival--"

He clenches down again and shudders, nearly there, so consumed that he doesn't even notice as he loses concentration on the gravity spell keeping his husband's hands tethered.

Percy keeps his eyes open, keeps then locked on Essek as his husband leans back, pulling himself on desperate display as beautiful filth falls from his mouth. He's entranced with the sight of his cock filling his mate, with the way the knot forces Essek to accommodate - far, far better to feel it than it was to just watch it happen with a toy. Every milking squeeze of velvety walls around him makes him feel even deeper the need to fuck.

He feels the spell release. Percival had forgotten it depends on Essek's concentration to hold, though he has certainly exploited distracting the wizard in the past. The moment his hands are free, Percy pushes himself forward, sinking deep into his husband as he lands on top of him. As worked up as he is, he can't remember if there is a somatic component to the spell, but just in case, he grabs and pins both of Essek's hands to the bed to ensure the wizard does not have use of them.

It's easy to fuck Essek the way he wants to - the way he needs to - now that he's able to overpower his smaller mate again. And he's quite certain that Essek is too fargone to think of trying to trap him again, anyway. He drives into Essek until he can't anymore. Percy moans sharply as he gives a final thrust and doesn't pull out again, his entire body tensing in the delirious rush of relief that comes with his orgasm. He drops his head low, biting Essek's neck and shoulder as he comes. He doesn't quite stop moving: he can't pull out, but that doesn't stop him from grinding against his mate, offering friction and pressure as much as he still can.

Everything is a blurred rush. What he registers most as he winds up on his back is the shove that pushes Percival's cock a fraction further into him. While he understands what must have happened for him to escape his bonds, at the moment he is beyond caring, apart from a cursory protest as his hands are pinned that emerges as a whine and a futile twist of his upper body. Prevented from casting and held down by his stronger mate, he has no choice but to lay back and let him fuck him, which is erotic in a different and very welcome way.

And Percival fucks him with all of his considerable determination, his thrusts uncompromising and insistent. Essek accepts yet again that there is no dignity to be had this way, and that is freeing. He gasps and whimpers, lifts his quivering legs to his husband's hips, hugs his knees against his sides and lets himself ride the wave as it rises, inevitable.

Even well-fucked and so wet he's dripping onto the bed under them, it takes a moment for Essek's cunt to accept the swollen knot on that last thrust, but when his body allows it past his entrance, it's with a spike of pure pleasure and adrenaline. Essek's back arches up, and he feels his husband's seed start to spill into him as he sinks his teeth into the tender skin between his neck and shoulder, and comes so hard the whole world tilts, pulling in and thrusting up all at once, a riot of sensation he can only process this way. He's nearly silent, but his cunt clamps down in a way that makes him feel deliciously stretched as Percival continues to grind inside him through his orgasm, and his muscles tense and relax over and over, legs shaking. It's drawn out, intensified by every movement, though Essek couldn't move voluntarily if he tried, entirely given over to the twitching and tremoring of his body.

Percy shudders hard as Essek goes tight around him, trapping him where he is and utterly falling apart beneath him. Essek looks beautiful like this, shaking and panting and absolutely wrecked. Percival leans low over him, makes sure that he's as deep as he can get before he finally stills. He showers kisses over his husband's face and his neck, everywhere he can reach. Everything feels perfect and the fact that he has so much more finesse now, more control, than he did just a few days ago is--a much-needed relief. The wolf has its advantages, but this is perfect.

This is everything.

"I love you," he whispers in Essek's ear, voice heavy and ragged as his husband trembles beneath him. "I love you."

His thumbs stroke over the drow's where their hands are tangled together. He rests his brow against Essek's.

"You beautiful creature. Do you have any idea how exquisite you are, my darling?" Percy smiles and nuzzles along his lover's jaw. "Of course you do... It's in every move you make, every line of your body. You know exactly how perfect you are. And you're mine."

Essek has sunk heavily into the bed, both unwilling and unable to move a muscle. Every inch of his body feels sensitive, and he shivers at the onslaught of kisses, but he smiles too, fucked-out and simply happy. The contentment he feels in laying here, absorbing his husband's love and appreciation and attraction as his body accepts him in every way it's meant to, is blissful.

He smiles as their brows touch and Percival continues to shower him with compliments, and he allows his chin to be tilted back so that he can continue to nuzzle against him. At the moment, there is nothing he wouldn't allow from this man, who is absolutely everything to him.

"Yes, yours," he agrees quietly, feeling a curl of warmth in his belly that makes his body pulse with a sweet little aftershock on top of the pleasure that lingers while his husband is still buried inside him. That claim and his repeated expression of love leave a mark on Essek deeper than any Percival has managed to make on his skin. They belong to each other, they belong together. Before he fell in love with the man he was already married to, he'd never known he could feel a connection like this.

And it feels good--a boost to his ego, really--to hear again and again how beautiful he is, how exquisite, how perfect his husband finds him. How desirable. It doesn't matter that he knew Percival thought these things already. Hearing them now makes him smirk, lazy and pleased, and attempt a languid stretch that shows off the lines of his body he so admires to the man already knot-deep in his cunt.

"Yours completely." He tilts his face toward Percy's, clearly angling for a kiss. "I love you, Percival de Rolo. I cannot...I cannot express how much. It feels endless."

Percy smiles and leans to give Essek the kiss he silently asks for. One hand slides down along his lover's side, admiring the shape of him, the beautiful lean lines. And, in the back of his mind, he thinks absently of how he'll look with a belly swelling with pregnancy. Maybe this time, but if not, surely next.

He leans down to kiss Essek again, adoring and tender as their bodies quiet, at least for now.

"I'd say some of that is surely the hormones," he teases gently as his fingers stroke affectionately along Essek's cheek. Percival isn't for a moment doubting Essek's love and affection, but the more effusive nature of it at the moment may be a little in part from whatever encourages bonding during heat and rut. "But I am grateful all the same."

When he realizes he's softened enough that he can pull out, Percy draws back to do so and then gathers Essek into his arms as he lays on his side.

"Almost certainly," Essek concedes, amused. His voice is a purr, soft and pleased. "Still, I do not mind it. Loving you is no hardship, even when it is intensified this way."

He's mostly self-aware, at least. If anything, it has been interesting to note in his periods of relative lucidity how his heat has influenced his emotions, thoughts, and priorities even beyond the physical and sexual imperatives. When this has passed and he is entirely clear-headed again, he'll record his observations in order to be better prepared for next time--whenever that happens to be.

When Percy pulls out of him and lays back, taking him along, Essek is aware that the constant buzz of need fades quietly to the background, satisfied for the moment by their recent coupling and their current proximity. He mouths at the bruises he'd left along his husband's pale throat, soothing them with his lips and tongue, and finds that deeply satisfying.

Given Percival's earlier admiration of his body, however, Essek's thoughts have begun to travel idly in a similar direction. "You will still want to have sex when I am pregnant, I hope?" he asks absently, as the thought occurs. It would change his body quite dramatically. He doesn't anticipate Percival being the sort of man who would be put off by that, but still. He isn't prepared to give up their usual intimacy, and would much rather not have to.

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