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Tipping his chin back to grant easier access to the strip of bare skin above the neck of his gown, Essek smiles, slow and satisfied and smug. His breath catches and his cunt flutters as Percy nips at his ear.

"I am counting on it." His voice is low and silky, spoken just loud enough to be heard between them. He does have Prestidigitation, but that doesn't mean he intends to use it. If he wants to return to that party still leaking his husband's come, that is his business.

But of course, whether he does or doesn't, and even if they both appear immaculate again, there is no hiding their scents--Percival's especially, as his rut becomes more pronounced. "Everyone is going to know that we stepped out so you could breed me," he murmurs, and lets his fingers drag up the back of Percy's neck, just enough to slide into his hair without disheveling it completely. "There certainly won't be any mistaking that I am yours."

Percival grins wickedly as Essek says things that are going to be stuck in his head all night now. He closes his eyes for a moment as his lover's fingers drag into his hair and he lifts his head to catch Essek in a firm kiss.

"No," he murmurs, voice low. "There will be no mistaking it now."

And that appeals to some base part of him made loud by his oncoming rut. He wants everyone to know - beyond the fact that they are married - that Essek Thelyss is his mate and his omega. Someday to be the father of their children. That thought alone earns a quiet groan and Percy kisses Essek again, tongue sweeping into his mouth to taste him.

Soon enough, it's easier for him to pull out of his husband's cunt and he has to resist the urge to just drop to his knees. If he does that, they'll be here for a while. Percy makes sure to let Essek down easy before he pulls away. It doesn't take much for him to cover up again and straighten his clothes, and once he has, he's there to help Essek do the same.

Nails raking back down his neck, Essek is caught up in the passion of his husband's kisses. His hips rock gently, shifting the knot inside him until Percival is ready to pull out. He unhooks his ankles from behind his back and gives him space, and just as quickly as he was full, he is empty again. His legs are a little unsteady when they're lowered, but thankfully there is no need for him to use them. He's been floating all this time.

As soon as Essek is upright and his cock is no longer keeping it inside, Percival's spend begins to drip from his entrance. Unconcerned, Essek simply tugs his smalls back into place as nonchalantly as they'd been pushed aside--though he does make sure Percival's eyes are on him when he does. If it becomes a problem, he'll use prestidigitation. Until then, this is a reminder for his alpha of what he can look forward to if he behaves.

After that, he only has to drop his dress and smooth it back out to appear perfectly polished.

"What do you think, my love? Will you be able to manage?" he asks, raising a hand to brush his fingers tenderly across Percy's cheek. "Or have I only made things worse?"

For himself, he certainly has. This all too brief interlude only leaves his body eager for more, to the point where he suspects this really might have triggered his heat--or that Percival's rut induces a very similar reaction, at least. But he is confident he will be able to keep his composure for as long as they need to remain here. He doesn't know if that will be the case for his husband.

Percival can't tear his gaze away as Essek covers himself again. It's only when his dress falls that he looks up again. He closes his eyes for a moment, turning his head into Essek's touch as his husband strokes his cheek. He still feels too warm and his heart is beating too fast, but he may just have to live with that.

"Hard to say," he admits as he opens his eyes again. He is momentarily satisfied, but there is also a part of him that wants to keep doing this until neither of them can move. He was to bury his face between Essek's thighs, tongue-deep inside him to taste where they mix. He can manage, he thinks. It won't be easy.

"There's no reason to stay through the end of this event," he says after a moment. "We'll give it another hour, maybe two, to conclude our business and leave cordially rather than in a rush."

Percival's struggle is plain to him, and as Essek cups his face in his palm, noting how hot his skin is, he feels a great deal of sympathy. He would also very much like to not be here. He would like to be alone with his husband--somewhere that he does not have to worry about being caught in a compromising position, preferably.

"I think that is a wise plan," he agrees. "But if we must leave in a rush, we will."

The determination he feels to protect, guide, and care for Percival is nothing new--it is a natural part of loving him. But the intensity of it now surprises him. He will see his mate through this. He is capable of being his reason, his restraint, and his balance, should he need it. And when he has him safely tucked away in their own space, he will be everything else he needs, too.

"Promise me you will not break any jaws," he demands with a note of gentle teasing, "and we will return to conclude what business we must."

Percy huffs a quiet laugh, but there's a raw edge to it.

"I'll try," he murmurs as he turns his head to nuzzle Essek's hair. He smells so good and Percival breathes a careful sigh. He needs to get through at least another hour of this, he needs to be able to calmly get through some farewells before collecting his husband to make an escape.

He turns Essek's face toward him so he can give his mate another firm kiss.

"We'll make our rounds," he says quietly, voice heavy. "Say our farewells and conclude business. And leave."

Percival forces himself to step away, because if he stays like this he's going to yank Essek's dress up again and they will never get out of this corridor.

As Percy pulls him into another kiss, Essek also recognizes the risk of getting drawn back into each other. Being close feels too good, and at the moment, that is a trap. When they are no longer touching, he misses the contact immediately, but he makes himself drift back in the direction of the ballroom, drawing his husband with him.

He is certain he can prevent Percival from punching anyone in the next hour--even if it means he has to rewind time a little.

The party is still in full swing, of course. After their little rendezvous, it feels even more overwhelming. When they are in public again, Essek allows himself to take Percival's arm, knowing that maintaining contact here will be essential. Despite putting their appearance back in order, Essek knows that what they have been doing is probably still written all over them, just as he'd mentioned. He's hyperaware of the mess dripping into his smallclothes, but that part is honestly quite thrilling.

Perhaps he shouldn't have indulged in something he knew would arouse him, but if he can't have a little fun, what is the point? He's certain that it is also helping to keep his mate's focus on him rather than any perceived slights or threats to his claim. Essek is certainly taking the lead tonight when it comes to wrapping up their business and making nice with those it would be beneficial to make nice with. The soft smile and pleasant small talk required are second-nature to him.

The results of their interlude keep Percy's attention locked on Essek, almost to the point of complete distraction. He cedes the lead to Essek, following him around almost like a puppy. He isn't quite so pitiful as one, nor is he quite so helpless. Indeed, it's for the best that Essek is staying close or he might get agitated again.

He's also grateful that Essek is playing the diplomat for them. Percival is still polite, he even manages to be charming in a handful of conversations, but it is taking a lot of mental effort to regulate himself.

The last people they speak to are their hosts. Percival apologizes that they must depart early and he lets Essek make the rest of their excuses. This is one of those moments in which he is so grateful that his husband has become his partner in all things - he is grateful that Essek is as invested in the governance and prosperity of Whitestone as Percy is. It means he can and does trust his husband to navigate moments like this with relatively little helpful input from him.

For better or worse, Essek is very good at smooth talking. Well informed about their goals here tonight, he manages to make the necessary connections in what time they have, and is charmingly gracious with their hosts when they beg off a little early. Doing all of this seamlessly while distracted by both Percival and his own body is the real challenge, but he manages.

When they finally depart after completing their farewells, Essek casts Sending as he steers his husband toward the entryway. After listening for a response, he leans up to murmur, "The carriage is ready to return us to the inn. Just a little longer."

Unfortunately, the amount of traveling they've done today has left him without the magical reserves necessary to teleport them tonight. They have rooms rented here in Westruun, and though being home would be preferable, it will have to do until he has tranced. Better than an open corridor, at least.

Even closing the door to the carriage is a relief. Within moments of being alone Essek is pulling the curtains closed and leaning back into the seat opposite Percival. His breathing is audible as he hastily pulls up the dark fabric of his dress, bunching it around his hips again as his legs spread to reveal hopelessly soaked smallclothes and the just the sort of mess on his thighs Percival had anticipated.

"Come here and take care of this," he hisses. "Quickly."

A quiet, strained sound of frustration rises in his throat when Essek mentions returning to the inn. Percival understands, of course he does, that teleporting is not some minor spell and that Essek can only work with what reserves he has. There is nothing wrong with staying the night in an inn when they'd made arrangements to do so anyway. But the primal part of him wants to be surrounded by a familiar space, by one that is his. He will have to make due tonight.

Everything after that feels like a blur, and soon enough they are secluded in the back of a carriage and Essek his spreading his thighs, showing the mess they've made of him. Percy's heart is pounding again and without even a second of hesitation, he's on his knees with one hand firm on Essek's thigh, pushing it further out of his way as the other hand slides over his husband's hip. The scent of them here is thick, his own seed and Essek's sweet arousal.

Obedient, he bows his head to lick and kiss and suck the remnants of their efforts from Essek's thighs first. But that's nothing more than a tease to both of them and soon his hand moves to drag down his lover's smallclothes. His fingers bunch the fabric tightly as his tongue slides between slick, flushed folds. It doesn't occur to him to take his glasses off or even to push them up - but that is something that isn't unique to suddenly going into rut.

He moans against Essek and pushes his tongue deep with no interest in teasing his mate. His cock is already aching hard and he feels dizzy with the intense rush of arousal as it hits him. His tongue flicks in and out before he sweeps it up along Essek's slit to the base of his cock.

Perhaps he is in the wrong position for it, but as he watches his husband drop without hesitation to his knees and obediently begin licking his spend from his thighs, Essek feels absolutely ravenous. He is going to take every bit of this man into himself and keep it. He is going to hold his seed deep within his body and grow it. He is going to join with him, belong to him, own him. He loves him, man and wolf alike, so fully that it feels impossible to be complete without him.

His utterly ruined smalls slide off his legs and Percival delves eagerly into his cunt. Essek throws his head back and moans. His hips roll, unrestrained, grinding against his face. Slim dark fingers take hold of his short pale hair in a mercilessly tight grip.

"I know you've been thinking about this, my greedy boy." His voice is breathless and triumphant, and his violet eyes absorb and refract the dim light within the carriage, making them flash faintly. "I know you've wanted it. This is your reward for being so good." He wonders if this is the wolf's influence, or if Percival had this compulsion before he was ever changed.

He is burning with arousal; his cunt is hot and aching with it, leaking over his beautiful, needy human's lips and chin, onto his eager tongue, squeezing and trembling when it pushes deep inside to taste him. Essek can't keep his hips against the seat. When he licks all the way up to his cock, Essek gasps sharply and pulls at his hair, directing him from the base up to the leaking tip. "Open your mouth," he commands. Light, he wants to fuck up into it, to hold him where he is and take all he can.

For the first time all night, Percival relaxes as Essek's fingers tangle tight in his hair. His eyes close and he moans as Essek grinds up against him, keeping Percy exactly where he wants him. He loves the sound of Essek's voice like this, how breathless and eager he sounds, how confident, how firm. He is everything Percy didn't know he wanted. Percival never expected to love someone like this, to find someone who would love him as he is.

His beautiful, perfect mate. Percy wants to breed him. He can feel Essek's cunt get tight around his tongue and he wants nothing more than to bury his cock there.

Percy breathes in sharply when Essek yanks on his hair, guiding him higher until he catches on to what his husband is after. His lips part and heat throbs through him the moment he feels Essek's cock slide over his tongue. And since his mouth is now otherwise occupied, his hand slides up his husband's thigh so that he can push two fingers into his cunt to keep it full.

All of the need and frustration Essek had built up and pushed down during the remainder of the party comes to bear now, and his perfect mate does everything he can to satisfy him. Grasping his hair and holding him exactly where he wants him with a hand on the back of his neck, Essek fucks his mouth, gasping softly and shamelessly seeking pleasure as he rubs his cock across his tongue. His cunt grips Percy's fingers all the while, walls fluttering as though to pull them deeper.

"So good for me, Percival," he whispers, just one part of a string of quiet, eager praise in Common and Undercommon alike. "And mine--all mine."

That molten heat ripples through him, spreading, consuming. He is tight, hot, desperate. The carriage rolls on, the sound of the wheels on Westruun's streets a background to Essek's noises of bliss. He comes apart only when it feels like he can't get any tighter, and the release has his hips snapping up and his back arching as his cock jerks between his husband's lips, spending into his warm mouth.

As Essek fucks his mouth, Percy pulls his hand back so that he can push three fingers back into his mate, filling him as much as he can - as much as he's willing to - while they are jostling over the streets of Westrun. Percival's mind feels blissfully empty: there is nothing in the world that matters beyond his mate, beyond his pleasure and beyond making sure that he is good and ready and receptive for him.

And he has always loved Essek's firm hand. When he feels like his control has shattered, he trusts his husband.

Percy wraps his other arm around Essek's waist, holding him as the wizard urgently works between his fingers and his mouth. His arm tightens when Essek's hips snap forward and he plunges his fingers as deep as he can as slick walls try to milk them. Percival bobs his head down as far as he can, risking choking to swallow everything Essek gives him. He stays like that for a few seconds, head held down and fingers buried as he breathes. His body is thrumming with arousal and need, his cock hard and heavy and trapped behind his clothes, but in this moment his mind is quiet.

He lifts his head when Essek loosens his grip enough to allow it, then rests his head against his husband's hip.

Essek can feel the intensity of his husband's focused attention, and relishes it. Beneath his dress, his thin chest heaves as he greedily fills his lungs, breathing deeply. Gradually his fingers, locked tight in Percy's hair, uncurl and release him, petting it tenderly instead. A contented sigh falls from his lips as his softening cock slips from his mouth.

Through his lashes, he gazes down at his mate as he nuzzles into his hip and relaxes. Seemingly, he is gratified enough by getting him off to be happy continuing to kneel at his feet for the moment. But Essek knows he must be distractingly aroused. He can smell it. And it makes him crave all sorts of things, even spent as he is. He doesn't know if he can be entirely spent while his alpha needs him this way. The way his cunt still throbs around the three fingers buried in him proves that.

"That was very good," he murmurs, stroking languidly through Percival's hair and tracing gentle fingertips against the handsome angles of his face. "Did you get what you need, dearest one? Or is there more?"

He looks away only briefly, reaching out with the hand that isn't gentling Percy to flick back the corner of the curtain so that he can see where they are. They've slowed down a little, and his quick observation tells him it's because they've entered the central part of the city, where there is more traffic and activity. It is still fairly early in the night, and are plenty of people out and enjoying themselves or working to provide amusement to those seeking it. Though he does not know Westruun well by any means, he remembers the time it took to arrive from their inn earlier and roughly the path they took. Especially if they are slowed like this, it will be a little more time before they reach their destination.

Percy rests his other hand on Essek's thigh, absently stroking his warm skin. He keeps his fingers where they are: he swears it takes the sharper edge off now that he can feel the perfect warmth of his husband's cunt around him, even if it isn't his cock that's buried. He opens his eyes slowly and looks up at Essek. His face is probably a mess, but he doesn't care.

"If I start more now, I don't know that I'll be able to stop," he says with a small, adoring smile. "And while I will happily fuck you senseless in the back of this carriage, I don't think this is where you want to spend the night."

He moves his fingers slightly, spreading them just a bit. Percy does worry that if they get started here, if he truly fucks Essek here, he might be lost to his rut entirely. Right now, at least, he feels somewhat clear-headed and he knows that Essek can keep him in line.

His face is a mess. Fondly, Essek swipes his thumb across his cheek and then slides it between his lips, cleaning off the stickiness he'd collected against his tongue. He'll have mercy and prestidigitate him clean soon. For now, it pleases him to see him debauched this way, glasses charmingly askew and all.

"No," he agrees with a faint sigh as Percy's fingers shift within him. "It is decidedly not."

He continues his soft, affectionate petting, absorbing in detail how good his husband looks, on his knees in formal attire with his cock visibly straining against his trousers, yet still attempting restraint. He'll have to give him an even better reward when they are in their rooms with a locked door between them and the rest of the world.

"Perhaps the timing could have been more ideal, but this pleases me," he tells him softly. "I am happy to tend to your needs as you did for me. Though I think it will quickly become a mutual thing." A gentle shiver passes through him as his cunt flutters, a direct response to the slight stretch of Percival's fingers spreading inside him. "To be in harmony with yours, it seems my body has decided that it is time for another heat already."

He seems so content just as they are. Percy gently sucks Essek's thumb clean before it slips out of his mouth again. It takes a moment for his husband's words to fully sink in, and Percival lifts his head, eyes intent when Essek suggests he might be going into heat again. He feels the drow's cunt squeeze around his fingers before yielding to the stretch and he groans quietly.

Percival bows his head, drawing his fingers back just enough to give a gentle thrust back in.

"Essek." He sighs his husband's name and his other hand tightens possessively on Essek's thigh. "Do you want me to stay like this until we arrive?"

His voice is heavy and he looks up at Essek. He might be the alpha, and once a month he might be a very large, dangerous alpha... but Essek is everything. His everything.

Though the immediate need has passed for the time being, Essek's arousal hasn't entirely tapered off. The slow thrust of Percival's fingers still feels good, and he seems to be taking some pleasure in doing it. Essek's head tips back against the seat behind him, relaxed, but there is heat in his eyes when his husband looks up at him.

"Yes."

Simple, quiet, and firm. He knows he doesn't need to say anything more to be obeyed.

Between them, preconceived notions of roles and dynamics have never mattered. Except when he permits it himself, Essek could never be called submissive. Evidence overwhelmingly suggests that this is something Percival finds attractive about him. Essek, meanwhile, finds his alpha's eagerness to bend to him and the occasional game to challenge him thrilling. And why shouldn't it be so? Percival worships him either way.

"Use your tongue," he adds. Though his cock doesn't rise again, another orgasm, quiet but intense, washes through him before they reach their destination.

Percy lowers his head to turn his mouth back to the task. He has come to love their dynamic; learning more about Essek, about his personality and about who he is in heat and out of it, has only deepened Percival's attraction to him. Percy is capable of being everything one expects an alpha to be; he also loves every second that Essek demands his obedience.

When he works Essek to another orgasm, he breathes a contented sigh as his husband's cunt flutters and squeezes around him.

The rest of the ride is spent like this, and it isn't until the carriage fully stops that Percival withdraws his fingers. He uses Essek's smalls to clean off his face and then his hand. He slips out of the carriage first and offers Essek a steady hand for his descent. Gods, he cannot wait to have his husband behind a closed door.

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Naturally, Essek floats, because he doesn't trust his legs after all of that. He manages to cast prestidigitation exactly once before they exit the carriage, but that is enough to make Percival's face presentable--much more so than a wipe with his ruined smalls, though Essek finds that unexpectedly appealing.

Though he knows it is utterly impossible to tell that he is wearing nothing beneath his dress, it still feels daring. He accepts his husband's hand down and doesn't release it, twining their fingers together as they enter the inn.

It is a high-end establishment, quiet and well-kept. There is no rowdy ground-floor tavern; only a small foyer, and the only soul who acknowledges them is the innkeep's older son at the front desk, who politely welcomes them back and asks if they require anything. Essek once again takes it upon himself to be the one to respond. "Not presently," he says with a pleasant smile. "But please send hot water for the tub in an hour or so."

The man's eyes linger. Either he has never spoken to a drow before or he can clearly tell something is going on. But the exchange is courteous and professional nonetheless, and Essek leads Percival up to their third-floor suite. The rooms are clean, comfortable, and spacious, and most importantly, the bed looks sturdy and there is a lock on the door. The heavy sound it makes when he turns it is immensely satisfying.

Percival makes no attempt to do anything on their behalf, leaving Essek to take care of the pleasantries with a degree of politeness that Percy isn't quite sure he's capable of without snapping. He's more interested in focusing on the way Essek's fingers feel twined with his and on paying attention to his husband's scent, knowing that his thighs are wet with his own arousal.

It's the man's lingering gaze that catches Percy's attention. He meets it sharply and though he says nothing, there is a warning there and his body briefly goes rigid.

It's better - much better - when they are back in their room and Percival breathes a sigh of relief when he hears the door lock. He immediately starts getting out of his formal layers and he tries not to be too careless with his clothes.

Essek knows better than to attempt removing his dress on his own. It has delicate closures all down his back, most of which he can't reach on his own. Percival's rush to get out of his attire brings an amused curl to Essek's lips, and he drifts to join him, fingers absently smoothing over the jacket he'd draped over the foot of the bed.

"Let me help you," he offers, and proceeds to do so with far more patience than he expected to have--perhaps because he was the one who had two orgasms on the way here. Still, his methodical approach is fast and efficient, and results in no damage to his husband's not inexpensive formalwear. He even goes as far as to fold or hang each article as it's removed, including the coat.

When Percy is down to his smalls--funny, considering that Essek is wearing everything but his smalls--he presses a kiss to his cheek and turns to present him with his back. "My turn."

Percival makes himself stand still while Essek undresses him. Well... mostly still. His hands drift over his husband's sides and his hips and he leans closer to nuzzle into his hair. Something almost like a growl rises in his throat when Essek pulls away, even if he does not go far.

Down to his smalls, the shape of his hard cock is apparent. As is the growing damp spot where he's been leaking while trapped in his clothes. Essek presents his back and all Percy wants to do is hike his dress up and bury himself. The dress is something they can replace. His jaw tightens and he presses his mouth to Essek's neck as his still-nimble fingers work open clasps. He doesn't need to look, he's done this often enough, even if this dress might be new. As soon as the fabric starts to fall, he pulls Essek back against him and grinds against the perfect curve of his ass.

Essek can tell that it is taking a truly impressive amount of restraint on his husband's part to unclasp his dress rather than simply flip it up again and have him as he is. He hopes that restraint proves as worthwhile as he thinks it will. They will both appreciate bare skin more.

The whisper of dark fabric sliding off his body is drowned out by his own gasp as he's dragged back against Percival in practically the same motion. His scent overtakes any other, even in this new space, and Essek shivers, feeling the heady response from his own body. His feet don't quite touch the floor, still suspended by his magic, which means that he can tilt his hips and grind back into him at an angle that would normally unbalance him and send him toppling. The control of gravity is a truly beautiful thing. His bare cunt drags along the hot, stiff length of his husband's cock through his smalls. He can feel the two of them together soaking the thin fabric between them, barely a scrap keeping him from rutting into him just like this.

"All right, my love," he breathes. Very quickly, his orgasms in the carriage have become obsolete. He is aching again, his walls clenching with nothing inside him, and only one thing will see him satiated. "I am very impressed with your patience. Take what you wish."

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