alignmyheart | au of an au

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.

He tries to focus on the scratch and scrape of Essek's nails through his hair. Percy's voice is muffled against his mate's neck as he moans, shuddering beneath Essek as soft walls tighten and squeeze around him. It's hard to find that place in his mind that lets him float a bit, not detached from this, but not quite as intensely wrapped up in it. Otherwise he will come, there will be no stopping it.

So Percival tries to breathe as steadily as he can and he wraps his arms around Essek as much as he can without hindering his husband's movements. He bites harder on his mate's neck - harder than he means to - when he feels another wave of tension through his husband's cunt. So he makes himself let go. He sucks hard, then releases the spot he's bruised in favor of pressing his brow against Essek's shoulder.

"Darling," he gasps out, not quite begging. Percy manages to let go of Essek's back and he reaches between them to offer gentle attention to his husband's soft cock. Essek doesn't seem interested in getting hard again, but Percival knows this will feel good. And gods, he wants to encourage another orgasm.

Essek is well aware that the strength of Percival's will can only do so much. If they continue like this for too much longer, he'll come whether he wants to or not. Essek doesn't get any satisfaction from setting him up to fail, and he doesn't intend to make his husband's first orgasm in several days an unintentional one that he'll feel badly about. He wants it to be the reward it's meant to be. Which means that he has to pay very close attention every time he drops his hips and feels Percival's cock throb inside him, he has to listen to every muffled moan, he has to know the difference between Percival thrusting up into him and an involuntary twitch of his hips that means he's close.

His whole body tenses and his mind briefly clouds over as his mate's teeth sink harder into his neck, surely leaving a discernable bruise behind. Essek's head isn't the only one spinning when his husband's mouth leaves his newly marked skin. He can hear the warning in that gasped endearment clearly.

"I know," he assures breathlessly, holding nothing back as he takes his pleasure. From the friction answering an ache inside him to the sting of the bite to the gentle and skillful handling of his soft cock, he can feel his peak approaching quickly. "Just a little more, dear one."

He really is so good at this. Essek's fingers scrape harder, restlessly through his hair. Essek knows how to angle his own hips to rub relentlessly at his sweet spots, and his voice rises in a high, breathless gasp as he feels the full body tingle of an impending orgasm wash through him. Feeling merciful, he pushes up on quivering thighs and off of Percival's cock entirely, ensuring that when he tightens, he won't inadvertently milk an answering orgasm out of his husband.

"Your fingers," he gasps, demanding something to clench down on as that scale inevitably tips and his body is overloaded with a wave of sensation, shaking and panting sharply.

Percival trusts Essek. From a marriage built on cold alliance to this had seemed so unlikely, but he trusts Essek. He knows that a failure here will not change anything between them, but Percy will be disappointed given his effort so far. He wants to meet this challenge. Some base part of himself wants to prove that he is and can be everything Essek asks of him. Even if it means not coming for days when his husband smells divine and has his own sharp needs.

When he hears that soft, breathless reassurance and encouragement, he wraps himself in it. He knows how it feels when Essek is nearing his peak and a startled sound escapes him when his husband suddenly moves and pulls off him. His aching cock twitches in protest, or perhaps simply in reaction to the sudden exposure to cooler air. Percy worries he might have done something wrong, but then--ah. He nods and leans up to kiss his husband hard as three fingers push into Essek's wet cunt, immediately feeling the urgent wave of tension.

Percy fucks his mate as he needs and deserves, breaking the kiss to pant against Essek's neck as he feels the other man start to shiver apart in his arms. He murmurs soft, breathless encouragement as slick walls try to milk his fingers.

Essek gasps into his husband's neck as orgasm crashes through him. His cunt clings tight to the three fingers fucking him, and though it had interrupted the flow of his own pleasure, he knows he was right to swap Percival's cock for his fingers when he had. After three days of regular sex without being permitted to finish, he couldn't be expected to last through this. And Essek wants him to last, wants him to succeed. He wants to tell him how well he's done today, and tomorrow he wants to finally grant him the pleasure he's earned.

Perhaps it is an unusual thing to be proud of, but Essek is so proud of him. Percival has spent days now giving him everything he wants without question, even while being denied himself. It makes Essek love him even more. Even now he whispers to him so sweetly as he works him through and past his peak, helping him to wring every ounce of satisfaction from it that he can. Essek gasps his name and murmurs the depth of his love in Undercommon as he wills his shaking legs to continue holding him up.

Though Essek is skilled enough in his affectation that it isn't obvious, it is difficult for him to leave his mate's needs unattended to. Especially when it is as obvious as this, his cock standing erect and straining between them, still wet from Essek's cunt. It has always pleased Essek to take him inside to completion, to feel his seed pour out into his body and the tension rise to a blissful crescendo and drain from Percival's form against him. He's pregnant because they've done quite a lot of that. He misses it, just as he misses brining him off with his hands or his mouth, misses feeling that shudder of completion and the unique contentment that comes along with knowing he's made the man he loves feel good.

Soon is a promise he's made to both of them.

He relaxes gradually, smearing hazy kisses to his attentive alpha's neck as his cunt continues to pull gently at his fingers. He reminds himself not to wrap his hand around his cock the way he wants to.

He breathes and holds Essek through his orgasm. His hand slows but doesn't quite stop, offering far more gentle attention as the intensity of his mate's pleasure ebbs. Eventually, he leaves them buried, offering Essek that full feeling for as long as he wants it. It isn't quite the same, but it is all Percy can give him right now, especially in this room.

With just one hand, Percy manages to get his cock tucked back into his smalls at least, so he doesn't risk any skin-to-skin contact with Essek if his husband needs to lower himself more. He's quite aware of the trembling strain in the wizard's legs. Percival holds Essek against him as he tries to catch his breath, as he tries to bring himself back from that brink. He knows there is a reward waiting for him. He knows there is more than that, now that they've had this discussion.

Eventually, Percy withdraws his fingers and they slide wetly over Essek's thigh as he coaxes is husband to relax on top of him. He gives Essek a tired but affectionate kiss.

"You are exquisite, my love. Always."

After his fingers leave him, Essek sinks back into Percy's lap, and into a warm, weary kiss. His recurring arousal is sated for the time being, and he feels content in the pleasant heaviness of his body, though his husband continues to smell incredibly appealing. He cradles Percival's jaw between his hands as he pulls back enough to look at him, lips curling up faintly at one corner.

"As are you." He bestows another short kiss and reaches between them. He's careful not to touch the other man's covered erection directly as he buttons him back into his trousers, but some contact is unavoidable. "You have been so very good for me, my clever boy."

His lips stray to the corner of Percival's mouth, then to his cheek, before pulling back to catch his eye, affectionate but expectant. "You will be again tomorrow as well, won't you? I want to let you have your release, but you will have to earn it one more time."

"Is there--" His breath catches when Essek's hands brush against him, even if it is just in the task of buttoning him up again. He remains silent for the kiss, and Percival's tongue flicks out briefly like he might still taste his husband on his lips once they part. He manages to collect himself enough to continue his question: "Is there a time when you would like to begin?"

While Percival does have some work, he's managed to get through a large part of his pile today specifically to keep his day light and open for whenever Essek wants to do... what they've discussed.

Essek considers the question with a soft hum. His fingers trail lightly up along his husband's chest over his shirt, idly following lines of muscle and patterns of scars he knows by heart.

"Late afternoon," he decides. That will give them plenty of time for an extended session, and the timing should work to have dinner sent up to their room after. Then they will have the remainder of the evening together for Essek to remind Percival of how wonderful and loved he is. With the intensity of what they've discussed, making plenty of time for that is essential. "Be sure that you have finished your work by then. I will come and collect you here when it is time, and we will make our way up to my tower together."

Perhaps Percival had assumed, as he hadn't yet specified, that this would be happening in their bedroom. That isn't Essek's intention. If his husband is amenable, he intends for this to occur entirely in his own territory, so to speak.

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