alignmyheart | au of an au

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."

Percy's hand presses against Essek's stomach, just above his cock, as his husband tilts his hips back just so. He can feel the wet heat of his cunt and he groans against Essek's shoulder as he's given permission. Aware that Essek is still floating, Percival turns them and gently (still gentle, always) pushes the drow toward the bed. Essek doesn't get much of a head start. He drops his smalls and follows quickly, bullying his mate down onto the bed if he has to until he can cover Essek's body with his.

"I love you," he says heavily against his lover's ear. Trembling with need and the effort of restraint to this point, Percy gets between Essek's thighs and he reaches down to guide his aching cock. Usually, the lord of Whitestone isn't overly vocal in bed. He'll voice his pleasure and make himself clear, but he's rarely loud. He cannot help the gasping moan as his cock slides past his husband's opening; with a firm thrust, he pushes in. He was inside Essek an hour ago and this still feels like the first time all night.

He keeps his head down, nose against Essek's temple as he gives another roll of his hips, trying to get as deep as he can.

It takes little coercion for Essek to lay flat on his back, allowing his mate to move over him and push his way between his thighs. He wants this too. Essek reaches up for him, tenderly cradling the nape of his neck and the back of his head as he reminds him how loved he is. His own soft sound as Percival enters him with a decisive thrust is lost beneath his husband's unusually emphatic moan. He can feel him shaking with the effort of controlling himself. He has never seen him quite like this before.

"Good," he praises quietly, breathlessly. "Good, Percival. It is only us now, dear one. Don't hold anything back from me."

There is still a delightfully sharp stretch as he rocks deeper into him, and Essek swears his body is even more sensitive than it was an hour ago, because feeling his cock rub along his soft walls is utter bliss. He lifts his knees to bracket his husband's waist, ankles hooking at the small of his back. That opens him up to allow him as deep as he can be, and Essek feels the head of his cock nudge the back wall of his passage. Heat spreads through him--arousal, and a sudden flustered shyness that makes his face and ears especially warm. Light, he's been thoroughly claimed.

The world narrows to the space between them. Percy closes his eyes and braces his forearm against the bed, holding his weight so the other hand is free to grip Essek's thigh. He pulls it higher along his side as he fucks his husband. Every stroke brings relief and another spike of urgency that war with each other. Essek feels so good - he always does but this--this is--

Percy has never been through his rut with a partner like this. During Essek's heat he understood his husband's desperate need, but he didn't feel it like he does now. He makes himself slow a little, wanting to feel every since of fluttering, slick walls squeezing around him.

His fingers brush Essek's hair and Percy lifts his head enough to kiss him.

"I love you," he whispers again. "Essek--"

His voice catches as tension rolls through him. He's vaguely aware of the swelling near the base of his cock, the knot growing but not yet enough to trap them together yet.

"Tell me this is all right."

Essek has. He's made it clear that he wants to try for a pregnancy while fully in his right mind, not influenced by his heat or anything else. But Percival needs to hear it again.

Essek sinks deeper into the bed and into his own pleasure as Percival takes what he needs from him, fucking him soundly. Eager and receptive, his walls squeeze rhythmically around his husband's perfect cock as Essek releases his own control, feeling so good that he hardly needs to work toward his peak. He is going to reach it soon without doing anything at all beyond the occasional soft moan of encouragement.

Desire burns bright low in his belly, a sweet, persistent ache just the way it is while he is in heat. His cunt is leaking slick the same way, too, coating his husband's cock and making the sound of their coupling lewdly wet, whether fast or slow. His heels press tighter into Percy's back as they kiss. A hand slides up into his hair.

"I love you," he whispers back, gently rocking his hips as he feels the growing knot against his folds. Though it feels almost absurd to question whether he wants it, he understands. His husband is so sweet, so considerate, even overcome by rut. "Yes, it is all right," he confirms patiently, like they haven't been planning a pregnancy for months now. His voice is tight, but firm with his own certainty. "As many times as you need. Fill me, and do not waste a drop."

Essek's lips brush Percival's again, not quite a kiss. His thighs tighten around his waist and his cunt tightens around his cock as he breathes, "I am ready tonight. I can feel it."

He barely hears what Essek says, but he knows the intent of it, the tone, and it's all he needs. Panting, Percy fucks him and his mind goes blank save for the need to do exactly as Essek instructs.

There's a crescendo of movement before he feels it. His knot pushes in and can't pull back out again. Percival's orgasm hits him hard and a ragged moan escapes him as he drags Essek close, trying to keep his husband right where he is as he comes. He slumps over the slender body beneath him, bracing himself to keep from landing on the other man. He shivers, feeling good and relief for the first time all night. That moment in the corridor had been a tease more than anything.

He closes his eyes and rests his cheek against Essek's.

Essek is thankful that Percival requires no further conversation, as he doesn't know if he would be capable of much more. Instead he begins fucking him again wordlessly, and Essek falls back into communicating through sighs and moans, nails catching in and raking through short white hair, and tightening muscles, both intentional and reflexive.

Unsurprisingly, his building pleasure crests soon after his mate's growing knot begins plunging in and out of him. He is still riding high on the lingering waves of his orgasm, his cunt tight and twitching, when it swells up fully inside him and Percival gathers him close as he comes. Though he'd been nearly silent when his own peak hit, Essek gasps as he feels the heavy throb of his husband's cock.

The intensity seems to drain from Percy with his orgasm, for now, as he all but collapses over him, holding himself up just enough not to smother Essek under his body. Essek's heart is beating so hard he can hear it in his own ears, and he is still clinging to the man over him in every sense. Slowly, his hands move to rub down Percival's back, making wide, soothing circles. His chin tilts just enough to press his lips to his cheek. No words required.

Percival relaxes beneath his husband's touch as Essek's hands sweep over his back. He nuzzles against Essek's cheek and murmurs something soft and sweet. His cock pulses again and Percy shifts to try to make sure he'll be comfortable waiting for the knot to go down. He eases onto his side and pulls Essek with him, making sure that one of the drow's thighs is still draped across his hip to keep him close.

He's quiet for a long moment, just listening to his mate breathe and feeling the warmth of him around him and against him.

"I think I'll feel better when we're home again... I hope so." Surely it will help to be in a place that feels safe. He breathes a sigh. "We'll have to tell the kitchen staff."

He'll need slightly different meals, and if Essek is going back into heat, he will too. And they'll need to be relatively frequent.

Though his coordination is slightly compromised, Essek still manages to roll onto his side as Percy draws him along with him. His thigh shifts higher up over his hip to accommodate the new position, and all the movement while he's still full of cock has his inner muscles squeezing and fluttering again, which feels good enough to be distracting. But they settle, and he relaxes.

"I can use Sending," he murmurs, "to alert them. In the morning, perhaps." The less face-to-face interaction while they are both consumed by this the better, he thinks.

Almost idly, his fingers trace up and down Percival's arm, admiring the musculature and enjoying the quiet tenderness between them in this lull. "We will be home soon," he assures, gentle and encouraging. "But I am proud of how you behaved yourself tonight. That could have gone much worse."

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