alignmyheart | au of an au

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.

Percival can't help a grin as Essek's lips and tongue soothe the bruises and bite marks he surely has. He'll wear them with pride. He likes the idea of other people noticing that he's been mauled by his beautiful, fierce omega.

"Hm? Of course I will." Granted, Percy has never had a pregnant partner before (not that he knows of), but he can't imagine the changes will keep him from desiring Essek. He presses a kiss to the top of his husband's head and lazily strokes up and down his back.

"I know there'll be changes, but I can't imagine those changing the way I feel." A more wolfish grin flashes across his face and Percy slides down so that he can press a kiss against Essek's sternum, then lower on his stomach.

"In fact... I'm quite looking forward to seeing you swell with a baby," he admits. Percy closes his eyes and breathes deep, savoring his mate's scent and the warmth of his skin.

There's the answer he was hoping for, and then some. Essek sighs, soft and pleased, as Percy moves to kiss his way down his body, expressing his appreciation for the way it looks now and the way it will look in the future, sooner or later. The muscles beneath the slight softness of Essek's flat stomach tighten under the exploration of his husband's mouth, and Essek's sharp incisors scrape over his lower lip.

"That is reassuring." He blinks slowly, eyes half-lidded, and lifts a hand to push his fingers through Percival's hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp. "But I thought as much." His lips curl in a knowing little smile. "I think you will be doing exactly this several months from now, when my belly is just beginning to grow. I think that when you see how my body changes because you bred me, you won't be able to keep your hands off me."

Watching him nuzzle against his stomach now is telling enough. There is much Essek anticipates enjoying about this himself--how Percival will look at him foremost. "And I look forward to your thorough appreciation."

Percy groans quietly as Essek talks. He mouths over his husband's stomach, enamored with him and the thought Essek plants in his head. Breeding, growing, family, his. He move his head and drags his teeth lightly over Essek's hip.

"I have no intention of keeping my hands off you," he confirms quietly. "You will be thoroughly appreciated in every room in Whitestone."

He grins against his husband's skin and peers up at him. He adores the feel of his fingers in his hair, the gentle scratch of his manicured nails. Percy tries not to let his mind wander too far, his mother's pregnancies not very far from his mind. How happy his father had been, how proud, how eager to welcome new little de Rolos to the family.

Percival rests his cheek against Essek's hip.

"You know I'm wrapped around your fingers, darling. Anything you want, you'll have."

There's a soft hum from Essek at the scrape of teeth against his hip, and a gentle tremor through his body as their eyes meet this way. His hand lifts to cup Percival's cheek fondly as the other continues to scratch through his hair. That grin is handsome and endearing. In his husband's face he can see hope and excitement and love and reverence, and that is only on the surface. So many reasons to be glad he's chosen this path.

"I expect no less, as I will be the one doing all of the work," he teases, smiling just enough for a glimpse at his fangs.

But he can't let such a provocative (and entertaining) comment pass without remark. "Every room, dear one? Ambitious, even for you." He isn't arguing. In fact, he finds it charming. Trust Percival to make a bold claim to assure him of his continued desire.

"I am an ambitious man, Essek Thelyss," he murmurs. Percy gets his arm around Essek's hips. "And I adore you."

And he's a very determined man when he wants to be, which his husband has surely seen glimpses of by this point. He leans into Essek's touch, seeking that affection as they lay quietly, recovering and enjoying the quiet between taking care of Essek's urgent needs.

It occurs to him that he should probably rest when he can, otherwise Essek will have an attentive-but-cranky alpha on his hands.

That very ambition and determination is part of what Essek so loves and admires about his husband. It had drawn him in from the beginning, and to have it focused on him is a heady thing. He smiles to himself, preening a little with the praise and attention, and pushes his fingers deeper into Percy's hair, scraping with more pressure before he allows them to slip away entirely.

"Come here," he says, and pats the bed beside him. "As good as you look down there, I want to hold you."

Essek is thinking similarly. There is no telling how long these lulls will last, and Percival should take advantage of the opportunity to regain his strength--and stamina. The only thing that is certain is that Essek will need him again, and he doesn't wish to wear his poor mate down.

Percy tips his head down to press a parting kiss to Essek's hip, then slowly climbs back up the bed. He draws his husband into his arms and into a kiss. The scent of his mate is still intoxicating and he wants to bury his face against Essek's neck.

"Wake me when you need me, darling" he murmurs, allowing himself to feel tired. Changing back from a wolf always takes it out of him, and going straight from that to Whitestone and a mate still in heat... Can anyone blame him? Percy shifts so that he can drag a blanket over them, determined to keep Essek warm.

au of an au - for graviturgy

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