alignmyheart | au of an au

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."

Percy rests his head against Essek's, nose in his husband's hair as they settle together. His breathing steadies and slows as elegant fingers brush over his arm. He can't help a soft, huffed laugh at the praise.

"Mm," he hums his agreement. "I really could have broken the gentleman from Emon's jaw."

He smirks against Essek's hair, then presses a kiss to his brow. There's still a little flare of possessive annoyance when he thinks of the flirting, but it's fading more the longer he has Essek to himself. His fingers stroke down the line of his mate's spine and back up again.

"It could've been worse, if not for your cleverness." Essek's quick reaction, his social grace and maneuvering, then Percy likely would have done something regrettable.

"You could have," Essek agrees. "Yet you did not."

A lovely little shiver courses along the length of his spine beneath Percival's touch, and Essek's back arches in, almost catlike, to press his chest flush to his husband's. There was not much room between them to begin with. His hands slide over Percy's shoulders and up, dark fingers carding through the short strands of his pale hair.

"Oh, it would have been a disaster without my cleverness," Essek agrees with a smirk, violet eyes dark and dancing with quiet amusement. "But I appreciate that you did not make it more difficult for me."

He doesn't have to go far for a kiss. Tilting his chin up, he catches his husband's lower lip with his teeth in a playful nibble before kissing him fully. Finally, they are able to appreciate being alone together, able to get their bearings after the string of necessary but hectic couplings that had gotten them from the party to here.

"My clever, beautiful husband," he murmurs. "The country doesn't know the peace youv'e brought them."

Percy meets the kiss and tightens his arm around Essek, holding his husband as close as he can. The kiss ends and he starts right into another, and another. Then he sighs and lifts his head so that he can rest it against Essek's, nose in his hair.

"Well," he murmurs with a small smile. "We were quite determined to try for an heir again. This won't hurt the effort."

Percy nuzzles close, breathing him deep. Gods, he never thought this could be his life. And now he's here wrapped around a mate he adores, one he trusts, and one who wants him. He realizes he can shift and he's slow to withdraw. As he does, he coaxes Essek onto his back with the urge to make sure he doesn't lose too much.

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Essek sinks into Percival, into the kisses he presses upon him, as he would into a hot bath. Tension bleeds from his body until he is stretched languidly against his husband, giving a quiet but pleased hum as he nuzzles against him.

"It is a welcome surprise," he says softly, still stroking his fingers gently through Percy's hair. "I had not expected to have the opportunity again for several more months."

His teeth scrape over his lower lip as Percival eases out of him slowly, the feeling of loss afterward gentled by his alpha's closeness, his hands guiding him to lay on his back. Essek is already squeezing his legs together and bending his knees, drawing them up toward his chest until only his toes touch the bed. He can almost taste his husband's heavy alpha scent on his tongue, so thickly has it settled around him. It will permeate this room that isn't theirs before long. It is uniquely appealing, and the way breathing it in makes heat throb between his legs and spread through his body is certainly no accident.

He reaches for the human man's nearest hand and twines it with his, lacing their fingers together with a gentle squeeze. "How do you feel?" he asks, catching Percival's eyes and smiling as he notices that he is still wearing his glasses.

"Tired," he admits as he strokes his thumb over Essek's. Percy stays close against his side, even if it's not terribly likely that Essek will get cold in this cozy room. "But I suspect that won't last for long."

Percival is quiet for a moment, admiring his husband in the dim light of the room.

"Have you been through a rut before?" he asks, softer and more tender than he's been all night. It's his first with Essek, his first with another person in a long time. He'd spent half of Essek's heat as a wolf and still feels a bit bad about that, even if Essek got a thrill out of it. Percy isn't sure how being with his mate will change things. They're actively trying for a pregnancy, he isn't going to forget that when he succumbs more.

As ever, he's afraid he'll hurt Essek in his enthusiasm.

Essek squeezes his beloved's hand gently as he admits to being tired. He can relate. This evening has been an eventful one, and ordinarily they would likely be getting into bed to rest. Tonight, when they rest is dependent on when they truly exhaust themselves together.

His stark hair stirs across the dark red pillow under him as he shakes his head. "No." Before his heat, he'd never so much as taken an alpha's knot--and of course, that first was with Percival in his wolf shape. "My experience in these areas is...limited," he admits. "I did not have much interest in sex to begin with, and certainly did not wish to share in such an intimate and prolonged experience as heat or rut."

Though he is fairly certain he has made it clear that this disinterest does not extend to his husband, he adds quickly, "But I am eager to do so with you. I...desire that bond with you."

Percy smiles a little and leans to brush a kiss to Essek's cheek, then his temple. A soft laugh escapes when Essek is so quick to reassure him. His hand slides up and he coaxes his mate into another kiss.

"I've never done this with someone I wanted so much as you, my darling," he admits softly. "And certainly no one I was trying to properly breed."

A rakish smile appears then and he leans to get another kiss. His hand slides down from Essek's cheek, following the middle line of his body. Gently, it pushes between his mate's thighs until he can slip two fingers into him. Percy's breath catches when he feels just how hot and wet Essek is there. He groans quietly, knowing some of that is his seed.

Even outside the confines of heat or rut, Essek is weak to Percival's kisses, especially when they are warm and soft like this. At the moment, it is like each gentle touch of their lips is a sip of something potent, something that makes his head lighter and his body hotter. His skin tingles in the wake of his mate's hand as they trail down his body.

"Then you should show me how--"

He cuts himself off with a sharp gasp as Percival's fingers press inside him. His cunt bears down on them immediately, and still is an easy stretch after his knot, especially when he is leaking his own slick and his mate's spend already, tender and open with arousal.

"--how much more you want me, Percival de Rolo," he sighs, eyes slipping closed. His chin tilts back to bare the elegant line of his throat as he allows his thighs to fall open. "And breed me properly."

Percival feels a sharp spike of arousal as Essek goes tight around him. He stays close and his fingers stroke in and out leisurely. His cock is getting hard again and he groans quietly at the thought of breeding his husband. He bites Essek's neck, teeth dragging over his warm skin.

"Was this not proper?" he teases, though he knows exactly what Essek means. The challenge has heat pooling inside him. Percy pushes up to get between his husband's thighs and slides a third finger into him. He leans over the man beneath him, fucking him slowly while he gives his body time to catch up. It won't take long. Even if this is the first night, Essek is irresistible like this and Percival isn't inclined to deny himself anything that Essek will allow.

"Is that what you want, darling?" His voice is lower as he pushes his fingers deep. He doesn't withdraw them this time, just strokes against the soft walls squeezing around him. "Do you want me to fuck you again and again, until you can't keep it all inside you?"

A soft whine rises from Essek's throat as his mate's teeth drag along his neck, the vulnerable skin he'd offered up intentionally for that very purpose. His legs splay wider as Percival crowds between them, and he gives a lower, more urgent moan as a third finger is worked into his fluttering cunt.

His eyes slip open again, gazing up into his husband's handsome face. The confident way he touches him, teases him, is already driving him a little wild. Essek's hips gives a shallow little roll as three thick human fingers push deep and stroke along his sensitive walls, making his thighs quiver and his cock begin to stir against his stomach. Light, the way Percival speaks, low and filthy, makes him ache. Yes, he wants that. Yes, yes.

"I want it," he manages, slipping a hand between his thighs to spread his slick folds, two fingers framing his opening. His cunt is dripping wet, his folds swollen and hot where they part for his husband's fingers--how could this be anything but heat?

"Come inside me, don't stop fucking me until I am full. Please, husband--" he pleads, insistent and breathless, as if he can't take another moment without it.

Percival stares at the place their bodies meet, his fingers buried deep and Essek's spreading himself open. His cock throbs and he groans - almost growls - and leans down to lick up the length of Essek's cock as it stirs.

"Gods, you are perfect," he murmurs, voice heavy. His other hand slides down to guide Essek's cock into his mouth. It doesn't matter if he isn't fully hard, or if he doesn't reach that at all. He loves this and he knows he can make Essek feel good.

Percy indulges himself for a few more seconds, then slowly withdraws his fingers. With a final suck, he lifts his head so that he can position himself better. He strokes himself with his slick fingers. He knows how ready Essek is and so he doesn't hesitate to guide himself into his husband. He fills Essek with a firm thrust and a moan of relief. The wizard is so hot and wet and perfect, and Percival momentarily can't imagine wanting to pull out again. He remembers the urgency of Essek's heat, and the possibility that they will be fully aligned in their needs...

He grinds against Essek, drawing back just enough to feel the slick friction before he sinks in again. Percy's hand slides to cradle Essek's cheek. He doesn't want to miss a second of this.

There is a gasping whimper as the wet warmth of his husband's mouth closes around his cock, mostly soft, but so sensitive. His reverently whispered words echo in Essek's mind, calling him perfect. His toes curl against the covers, his cock throbs against Percy's tongue, and his cunt tightens so hard Essek's hips lift with a shudder when the fingers filling him slide out.

Thankfully, the wide head of his mate's cock takes their place before he has cause to complain. His fingers spread his dark, glistening wet folds, framing his cunt as it's stretched to take his alpha all the way inside again in one perfect, forceful push that Essek's body is all too eager to accommodate. His own soft moan is, for once, quieter than Percival's, though not because he is any less relieved. Often, moments of intense pleasure leave Essek unable to vocalize.

He feels so wonderfully full, spread open just for his husband. He is breathless and panting as Percival rocks shallowly deep inside him, soft walls tightening rhythmically in little fluttery squeezes as if in an effort to pull him deeper. His thighs quiver with it. Every movement feels electric, sparks shooting through his body. It feels almost like an orgasm in slow motion, but this isn't his peak; impossibly, the tension and the pleasure are still building.

Barely realizing his eyes have closed, they blink open again as his beloved's warm hand rests against his face, directing Essek's attention to his mate's face in turn. "My light," he whispers in Undercommon, because this man is the true center of his world. "More," he urges, "Give me everything." What he wants is to be fucked hard and deep, to feel Percival's passion and intent, to be claimed by the wolf he knows is just beneath his lover's skin. He is so receptive, so ready.

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