alignmyheart | au of an au

Essek arches a brow, but his arms remain where they are. No matter how much they play or pretend otherwise, he is easily influenced by his husband. Most of the time when Percival wants something and is this endearing about it, Essek caves. He would never have imagined, years ago, that he could be so soft.

"All right," he agrees, though he delays by dipping down for another kiss, bumping their foreheads together and then lightly touching his lips to his mate's. He only lingers a moment, drawing back with a soft sigh and a tiny smile. As this is a conversation that does need to be finished, he must stop now. He'll become much too distracted otherwise.

The healer he's been consulting, a specialist in these matters, had advised him that his libido would likely increase during pregnancy. While the physiological reasons for it make sense, Essek hadn't initially put much stock into the idea. He and his husband are already quite sexually active, and he hadn't expected to need more than that. The last several weeks have proven him wrong. He finds himself thinking about sex more often than he ever has outside of heat. Morning sex has become an essential rather than an indulgence if he wants to concentrate on anything, but his body's increased sensitivity means he becomes aroused at the drop of a hat, and often can't wait until evening for relief. He's sought his husband out in the middle of the day more times than he can count now. Orgasm too occurs more easily and more frequently, which certainly doesn't make him crave sex any less.

Which was part of the reason for putting distance between them in the first place.

"Would you enjoy magical restraints? Or my Resonant Echo spell?" He asks, his voice low and soft between them.

Percy knows he isn't helping. The shift in Essek's hormones and moods has been noticeable, and it has not been a hardship for Percival to keep up with him. It's almost like his mate is in heat again, but it doesn't elicit the same drive to breed in Percy as that had. This feels like something else. It reaffirms their bond.

And it makes distracting each other easier than ever.

He should have stayed where he was, but the physical contact is reassuring in a conversation that leaves him feeling exposed. Percy does make some effort to keep them both focused.

"I'm fine with Resonant Echo," he answers, trying not to get caught up in the sound of Essek's voice. "I think magical restraints will be all right. We'll have to find out with that one."

Percy knows that isn't the best answer, but he doesn't honestly know.

Essek appreciates the full honesty in that answer. It is good, in this case, not to make any assumptions.

"If I choose to use them, I will start with something of a short enough duration to judge your interest. Much of this will consist of careful testing on my part to see what works. And I will be watching you very closely."

Slowly, his arms pull back, but only so that his hands can smooth across the pleasingly solid width of his husband's shoulders, then up his neck to gently cup his face in soft palms. "Part of controlling you is caring for you," he murmurs. "No matter what I say or do, I will never truly hurt you. I will respect your boundaries. But I will also expect your complete obedience."

His lips curl. "I know you are capable of that, my love."

Percival tips his head up with the guidance of Essek's hands and he holds his husband's gaze. A shiver of heat races through him at the soft and sure words, ones that leave no room for anything less.

"Always," he answers quietly. Percival slides his hand away from Essek's side in favor of covering his husband's where it rests against his cheek. His thumb strokes over the back of Essek's hand.

"When do you want to do this? Or do you want to leave that open?"

Percy trusts Essek to read his mood - his mate is intuitive in that, observant and practiced in knowing when to apply pressure and when to relent.

"The day after tomorrow. In the evening." He speaks with more of that soft, steely certainty. "I think it is best that it not be a surprise."

Not this first time, anyway. If Percival enjoys himself as much as Essek hopes he will, then perhaps it can be slightly more spontaneous in the future. This gives him the opportunity to prepare, and them both a little more time to think and give voice to any further thoughts or questions that arise. An added bonus is that anticipation will heighten the excitement, especially for his husband.

Beneath the warm pressure of his hand, Essek strokes his cheek tenderly with his thumb. His eyelids lower halfway, softening his sharp violet eyes as they trace the familiar handsome features he so adores.

As ever, there is a potent magnetism between them, and it draws Essek back to his lips. The kiss remains soft and slow even when Essek deepens it, thighs squeezing around Percival's sides as though to pull him in.

"Tomorrow, then."

The certainty in Essek's voice makes Percival relax more. As his husband leans in to kiss him again, Percy slides his hands beneath Essek's robes, pushing them up as his touch moves higher. He very quickly realizes that his mate isn't wearing anything beneath the velvet and he groans quietly into the kiss. Percy deepens it as his thumb strokes up his husband's slit toward his cock. Even if Essek isn't aroused right this second, Percy has ever confidence that he can remedy that quickly.

His other hand holds Essek's hip, pulling him closer to the edge of the couch he's sitting on. The scent of his mate is overwhelming - Percival feels as sensitive to it now as he was when he was in rut. The healer managing Essek's pregnancy has assured them both that these reactions are entirely normal, especially with a closely bonded pair. They are that.

In his current state, Essek couldn't fail to be at least slightly aroused by the sight of his husband kneeling in front of him, by their kissing, by the plans they've been making. As Percy pushes the layers of velvet he is wearing up his legs he opens them wider, moaning nearly in tandem when a calloused thumb rubs up his slit, smearing slick onto his stiffening cock. As suspected, it takes little to encourage his body to react.

He scoots to the edge of the couch eagerly, pulling his robes and the simple dress beneath it up further himself to fully display his arousal, the warm flush in his dark folds and pretty cock. Desire takes hold of him quickly, and scenting the same from his mate only encourages it. Light, Percival smells delicious all the time now--how could he not want this constantly?

Almost subconsciously--a habit already--a hand comes to rest on his gently rounded belly, still hidden beneath his clothing. His tongue slides against his mate's and his teeth drag after, gentle, but enough to deliberately remind Percival of the sharp points.

Percy is already hard, and his arousal aches. He knows he may not have release today. It has been an exercise in control since Essek delivered his command, but he is still eager for his husband's praise. And there is something--cathartic in it. Even in this, Percy has had choice taken away from him.

He strokes more deliberately along Essek's slit, teasing between his folds but offering no penetration even as he tries to spread the wetness there. Percival sighs when he feels the scrape of sharp teeth over his lip. He breaks the kiss and gives Essek an adoring look. He loves this man, loves what they've become to each other, loves the gentle swell of his belly that promises a future together. Percy gets another kiss, then pulls away so he can lower his head. He guides Essek's cock into his mouth with another quiet sound.

His thumb sweeps lower, rubbing over and around Essek's opening without pushing in, teasing them both.

With how wet he is becoming, it is easy to spread until his folds are glistening with it, all the way to the base of his cock. Essek's body is primed for pleasure, and he feels as sensitive to it as he does during his heats. His husband has been so very kind to give this to him again and again, especially over the last few days, where Essek has not returned the gesture in kind, nor even permitted Percival to seek his own pleasure. If anything, that has only served to heighten his own arousal. He has been proving himself capable of this sort of submission admirably.

When their eyes meet, Essek returns that look, feeling it fill him with warmth. How lucky he is to be granted the love of such an incredible man.

An incredible man who sucks cock very well.

"Light, Percival," he gasps, both pleased and impatient as his hips shift toward his touch. "Your mouth is perfect." It is. Hot and wet, soft and eager, and the way he uses his tongue--

A shiver shoots up his spine. His cunt bears down in an unsatisfying squeeze and release, expecting but not receiving penetration as Percy's thumb plays over his slick entrance. He could demand it, but he is curious to know how his mate wants to touch him, how he wants to pleasure him, when he knows his own release is not a factor he needs to consider.

Percy closes his eyes as he sinks down, indulging them both. And while he sets to the task of sucking his mate's cock in a way that is sure to make his toes curl, he keeps teasing between Essek's folds, stroking up and down his slit and allowing the barest penetration as he slides over the slick hole there. His own cock is already aching and he tries to put it at the back of his mind.

Eventually he lifts his head and replaces his mouth with his hand as he leans lower. His tongue takes over where his thumb left off and he cannot help a quiet moan at the taste of his husband. He lets his tongue push as deep as it can, giving Essek a little more than he has been.

Percival is well aware that he's making a mess of both of them: his mouth waters and ever sweep of his tongue spreads saliva and slick.

Pleasure and frustration mingle in a way that Essek can't help enjoying, though he wouldn't easily admit to it. He lets his back arch and a hand brace him against the couch as Percival's mouth works greedily over his cock without any help or instruction from him, and it is good, good enough to make him gasp his pleasure into the quiet room, good enough to make him come quickly and easily on its own. But it's the way his cunt aches as his fingers rub through his folds, occasionally hinting at more as they just barely curl into his now dripping entrance, that makes this electric. Essek takes some quiet pride in how well his husband knows how to play his body.

The swap from mouth to hand and fingers to tongue makes him gasp louder, makes his thighs twitch on either side of Percival's head. When his tongue plunges deep, Essek feels himself flutter around it, feels his cock throb against his husband's wonderfully familiar rough palm. His legs stretch out, almost languid, and he tilts his hips up for even better access. The wet noise of Percival tonguing his soaked cunt, making a mess of his handsome face and everything between Essek's legs, and Essek's increasingly stilted breathing fill the study. The tip of his cock is wet and dripping too, and Essek feels the heat of orgasm beginning to unfurl low in his gut. It is so easy to get him there, these days--not that Percival had ever struggled.

But he resists a fast climb as much as he can--toes curling in his soft slippers--wanting to let it build a little more, wanting to watch his mate work a little more.

Every gasp and sigh, every tremor of tension is praise to him, a sign that he's doing well. Percival loves feeling his husband shift and squirm beneath him, trying to both avoid losing his position on the couch while also encouraging Percy's mouth and hands.

He can also feel the way Essek tries to resist what's coming. The way he draws his hips back subtly, like that might stave it off. Percy slides his other arm around his husband's back, keeping him right where he is. He keeps up his teasing a little while longer, then lifts his head so that he can guide Essek's cock back into his mouth. When his fingers replace his tongue this time, it is with the intent to give his mate what he needs.

Two push in easily, rubbing against fluttering walls that have been tightening around nothing until now. He strokes in and out, fucking Essek the way he couldn't quite with only his tongue. He presses carefully each time they slide deep, rubbing against Essek from the inside.

Held in place, Essek has little choice but to accept the inevitable. But that is perfectly fine, because the moment his husband's fingers enter him and his mouth descends on his cock, he suddenly wants to come very badly. That heat spreads, tingling through his body. He twitches as Percival's skilled fingers rub against nerves inside him so sensitive that they make his legs shake. His cock throbs against his tongue.

Manicured nails scrape across the upholstery and Essek's chin tilts up, baring his throat as his breaths turn to soft moans. His cunt tightens, clenching eagerly now that there is something to clench on, and his hips move toward his mate now rather than shying away. But he does not have to work very hard, does not have to be particularly insistent, when Percival is taking care of him so expertly, and with such dedication. His lips sliding along his cock and his fingers fucking his cunt are all Essek needs for that feeling of unfolding, of release, to wash through him.

It feels like his entire body throbs as he comes. His eyes slip closed, and he is quiet, wracked with tremors.

Percival feels an aching throb in his cock in answer to the way Essek's cunt tightens around his fingers. It feels amazing, and he makes his own quiet sound when he realizes his mate his coming.

He strokes Essek through it, keeps his mouth right where it is with the intent on swallowing whatever his husband has to give him. He doesn't allow himself to get to wrapped up in Essek's release, though, and he depends on experience and instinct to know when Essek is on the verge of oversensitivity. He doubts it will last long in his current state, just as it rarely does while he's in heat.

Still, eventually Percival lifts his head with a lingering suck, then rests it against Essek's hip. His fingers stop moving, but he keeps them buried for now, enjoying the way slick walls flutter and clench around him, trying to milk a cock that isn't there.

Like the observant and intuitive man he is, Percival pulls off his cock before Essek needs to ask him to, with a final suck that makes him shudder one last time. It feels good to continue squeezing rhythmically around his fingers, so he doesn't mention that. He does lean more heavily back onto his hand and lift the other to thread through his husband's hair where he comes to rest against his hip.

It only takes a glance down to confirm that Percival is as hard in his trousers as he expected he'd be. Like the good, obedient boy he is, he has done nothing about it and made no mention of it. To Essek, that restraint is an attractive trait, especially in an alpha. He knows what he's asked of him isn't easy. Essek feels increasingly proud of him every time he proves that he can prioritize his instructions over his own pleasure.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asks softly, still slightly breathless.

"Always," he answers, smiling at the sound of Essek's voice. Percy makes no secret of the pleasure he takes in taking care of his husband, and even with his own arousal ignored, this has been no different. He closes his eyes for a moment as Essek's fingers stroke through his hair.

In the past few days, some moments have been more difficult to get through than others. Essek has denied himself nothing, including having Percival's cock however he wants it. Anything that has involved working him up to orgasm but denying it has been been on the more painful side. But moments like this? He can try to get past it and it will go down eventually without the same sort of ache.

When Essek's body feels more quiet, Percy slips his fingers free and leans down to run his tongue up the drow's slit before he sits back. His hand rests on Essek's thigh.

"Are you planning to stay in here for a little while?" he asks. He has work yet to finish, but he is at Essek's beck and call. And if his husband wants him to stay exactly where he is, well... His mate is his priority.

Essek's lips curl with a faint smile. With that confirmation, he allows them both a quiet moment as his body settles. His hand strokes through Percy's hair until he moves, slipping his fingers from his cunt and giving a parting lick that makes Essek shiver all over again.

Unsubtly, his gaze flickers down to the front of his husband's pants. He could. But should he? Percival has been so good, and however it may seem, Essek isn't doing this as a punishment, or even for the sake of denying him. It is to test his resolve and his commitment to bending to Essek's authority, even when it is difficult.

"I am," he confirms loftily. There is a heavy pause where Essek seats himself more comfortably on the couch again and rearranges his robes before he asks with genuine curiosity, "Do you also find fucking me enjoyable when you aren't permitted to finish? Does it still feel good, or does the frustration outweigh the pleasure?"

Percival sits back on his heels as Essek rearranges his robes, covering himself again. Once Essek is settled, Percy rests his hand on his covered thigh, just to have some contact. He can't help but notice his husband's attention drifting lower. His cock throbs in response to Essek's attention, even if he makes no move to touch Percy or offer him any relief. Percy doesn't ask for it.

He gives Essek's question the consideration it deserves. His thumb rubes over the velvet and, eventually, he gives a small nod.

"It still feels good," he answers. "I do hit a point of frustration. Denying myself on the verge of orgasm often enough is--not painful, so much as it aches. The arousal doesn't go down as quietly as it might had I not been touched."

At no point does his tone suggest complaint: he is dutifully reporting his experience, answer the question Essek has asked him with the details he thinks his husband would find most relevant. Percy sinks closer again, draping his arms over Essek's thighs.

"I will always take pleasure in fucking you, darling."

Essek considers the objective answer his husband provides with equal neutrality--right up until Percival drapes himself over his lap. He can't help a pleased little smirk then, as his fingers curl beneath the human's chin.

"Well, that is good to hear," he says with fond amusement. "But you will not have to endure much longer, my love, if you please me tomorrow night."

He takes a firmer hold, manicured nails scraping against light stubble. "In the meantime, however..."

If it still feels good, if he still enjoys doing it, Essek needs no further convincing to choose to indulge. Besides, Percival likes the idea of being used. He gets off on it even when he isn't getting off. So Essek will use him.

He leans down and takes a kiss that becomes a playful but sharp nip before he relaxes back against the couch and pats the space beside him. "Come here."

Percival nearly closes his eyes as Essek's nails drag over his chin. He does as their mouths meet in a kiss: the sharp edge earns a quiet groan before they part again. He gets up slowly and eases onto the couch next to his husband, shifting to get comfortable as he tries to anticipate exactly what Essek will want from him. He has his suspicions.

It's been a trial, there's no denying that. And even now knowing that Essek will likely take his pleasure and leave it at that has that anticipation of discomfort setting in. But this is not needless suffering, not something done to him out of cruelty or malice. It is a game they are playing, and while they can stop at any time, Percival has a competitive streak too wide for his own good.

As Percival likely suspects, Essek wastes little time before swinging a leg over his lap once he's settled on the couch. There is something hungry in the drow's eyes, and in the efficient but eager way he moves. He again shifts his robes out of the way, freeing his thighs, then shifts his attention to his husband.

Graceful fingers tug at the leather of his belt, guiding the buckle open and the two ends apart. After that they slip the buttons of his trousers free one by one, all of them. There is a little unnecessary rubbing against the very evident bulge of his cock in the process, but for the most part Essek keeps his groping to a minimum until he is able to actually draw his mate's erection out from the confines of his trousers and smallclothes. He is gentle and careful, cradling the hot, stiff shaft in his palm as he shifts forward on his knees to rub the head through his folds. With his other hand, he lifts the velvet of his underdress in the front so that they both can see.

There is only a soft sigh from Essek, a relieved and content noise, as he lets their bodies align, his cunt open and slick, and sinks down into Percival's lap, appreciating the slow, easy glide as he's filled.

Percival's hands hold Essek's hips and sides as his husband straddles him and sets to his task, in part to keep from interfering or helping. His jaw tightens briefly as the drow's elegant fingers tease his cock through his clothes in the process of removing them. His hands tighten as Essek draws his cock out, hard and aching and flushed.

He is silent as his mate sinks down on him, but his entire body shudders as the wet, perfect, welcoming heat of Essek's cunt surrounds him. His breathing changes, hard and sharp, but still even. And as his husband settles, Percy drops his head forward, gently pressing it to Essek's shoulder. The pleasure sweeps him up and he turns his head, mouth open against Essek's neck - his husband's scent and taste are intoxicating this close. Percy's thighs spread more, and without being asked he rocks up into his mate, ensuring that he is as deep as they both want him.

Percy's hands bunch the soft fabric of Essek's dress and robes, trying to focus on the texture there in a weak attempt to draw some of his attention away from his cock.

Essek welcomes the way Percival bends toward him. He lifts a slim dark hand to cradle the back of his head as he feels the warm, wet hint of lips on his neck, followed by the puff of breath as his husband breathes him in. They fit together so well, close and entwined in every way. The drow gives a soft, pleased gasp as his husband steadies himself and pushes up into him, ensuring the perfect length of his cock is properly buried in his needy cunt.

"Very good," he murmurs approvingly on an exhale, and begins to rock. It's little more than a lazy backward roll of his hips, lifting his body just enough to get some friction between his walls and the satisfying fullness of his alpha inside him. "You have been pleasing me so well, my love." The slow, wet sound of them coming together is a backdrop to Essek's breathy praise. "I am looking forward to rewarding you soon."

He allows Percy's hand to wander where they will. He's made no rules about how he is permitted to distract himself or stave off his orgasm so long as it does not interfere with how Essek wants to use him. With his mate so helpfully holding his dress and robes for him, it leaves his hand free to follow the gentle curve of his belly down to his mostly soft cock, rubbing at the head with his fingertips not to encourage hardness but just for the sensation itself, a muted pleasure that makes him moan softly and flutter around his husband.

Essek feels so good. Percival keeps his head where it is, eyes closed as his husband's fingers stroke into his hair and hold his head. Fine tremors shake him as he endeavors to be more than just a body Essek is using: he is participating. He meets every subtle rock of his mate's hips, making sure that he slides deep every time even if they are going for deep friction rather than long strokes. He slides his arm around Essek's back, clutching the soft fabric there.

He soaks in the praise and encouragement, the promises that he will be given relief soon. He breathes deep his mate's scent. Percy doesn't trust himself to speak, not entirely. He may beg, and he is unwilling to do that when Essek has already assured him that he will not suffer for too much longer. He can endure, he is strong enough to give this to his mate. To give Essek everything he asks for.

Still, he can't help a sharper sound - a choked moan - as the velvety heat of Essek's cunt flutters and squeezes around him. His hands tighten where they are, white-knuckled in his effort to show restraint. He mouths Essek's neck, lets his teeth drag over his lover's pulse. He finds a place to bite and suck, wanting to leave a mark if he cannot leave his seed.

Indeed, Percival has never been content to be anything but an active participant, which Essek both enjoys and admires. It feels good to feel him moving under him, the counterpoint to his own slow, shallow rocking that pushes his cock deep with every thrust. They hold each other close, feeling rather than seeing. When an arm curls around his back, Essek lets himself lean further into his husband's body, cradled there, and in turn cradles the back of his head more tenderly. He rubs soothingly with his palm and scratches lightly through his pale hair with his nails, much as he does when Percival takes his wolf shape.

His touch keeps his mate there against his neck, where he can feel his stifled moans and the distracted movement of his lips. Essek's own breath catches as teeth scrape prominently over his pulse, then latch onto delicate skin with intent. Essek tightens again as the sharp prick of pain winds up the tension in his body. His thighs squeeze Percival's, his cunt throbs around his cock, and Essek lets it wash through him, pushing him toward an end Percival won't share.

By now, his husband knows how to raise marks even on Essek's dark skin, bruises deeper and redder than the cool grey-purple of the rest.

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