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[personal profile] graviturgy 2022-06-23 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
There is no thrill quite like watching his alpha sink to his knees in front of him. The spark of hunger in Essek's gaze is undeniable. With a dismissive flick of his fingers, he dispels the minor gravity well entirely. "You figured it out quickly," he says, a hint of condescension undermining the compliment. "Smart, for a dog. But I have been training you for some time now, haven't I?"

Reaching down, his nails scrape lightly beneath Percival's chin, dipping lower along his throat then up again, ensuring his face remains tilted toward him. For a moment he says nothing, merely takes in his husband's blue eyes and pale, handsome human features. All his. The possessive and domineering aspects of his personality he's never quite managed to quell are pleased indeed.

"Doesn't this feel better?" His voice is silky, cajoling. His fingers slide into Percival's hair next, scratching at his scalp and taking a firm grip. "I could be willing to accept an obedient husband who knows his place. Are you obedient, Percival?"
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[personal profile] graviturgy 2022-06-23 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Closely bonded as they are, it becomes something of a feedback loop--Essek's arousal drives Percy's, and that familiar, appealing scent only encourages Essek's more. He can feel how slick he's becoming, how readily his cock swells beneath his heavy layers, how responsive his body is, how it aches for what he's denied it today. Pregnancy, as it turns out, can be nearly as bad as heat.

But he wouldn't be Essek Thelyss if he couldn't exert control over both himself and the man at his feet. He suppresses the shiver that threatens to crawl up his spine as he answers. Yes. Yes. He uncrosses his legs carefully, smooths his robes out with one hand almost casually as the other retains its grip on his alpha's hair. He drinks in the exposed line of his throat, and unseen behind his lips, traces the tip of his tongue over his fangs. There is so much delicate skin there.

"You would be," he purrs. "With me. You were so ready to promise me all that you are. It is simply a matter of determining whether that is worth my time."

Almost dismissively, his fingers leave his husband's hair without so much as a parting tug. As has become habitual recently, his hand returns to his stomach, resting idly over the curve of it below the silver metalwork of his belt. "What do you want most in this moment, husband?"
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[personal profile] graviturgy 2022-09-14 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"You want me," Essek echoes with a knowing sneer, confirming exactly the answer he expected. "Yes, I can smell how very true that is."

The scent of his alpha's growing arousal is heady, intoxicating, and Essek has to pretend not to be affected by it, though he is certain his own must be equally evident. He is already so wet he can feel the dampness of his smallclothes.

"So far I have been convinced that you would make a decent pet, at least. But I am measuring your worth as a spouse, and as my alpha." From the derision in his tone, he makes it clear that he still finds Percy wanting in those categories. "You said that you would need a strong hand, yet I barely had to tug and you knelt." A brow arches. "Are you so easy because I have been strict with your pleasure recently? You hope that if you promise to be a good dog I'll loosen your leash and reward you with my cunt?"

The pointed toe of Essek's boot, dangling just beside Percival's knee, nudges against it.

"Spread your legs. Show me how hard you are."
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[personal profile] graviturgy 2022-09-15 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
It is fortunate that Essek has plenty of experience seeming disaffected, because the sight of Percival's erection straining his trousers makes his empty cunt clench eagerly, arousal settling low in his body. The half-hard swell of his own cock is pinned beneath his smallclothes against his thigh, and thankfully hidden beneath the heavy layers of his robes. Visually, at least, he is immaculate, but for a flush settling high in his cheeks that he can't help. Luckily the room is dark, and he is the one at an advantage here.

"That is to be expected," Essek says dismissively. "I am carrying your child. You would be a poor alpha indeed if you denied me anything."

The toe of his boot traces almost idly up the inside of Percy's thigh along the inseam of his trousers, pausing just short of the obvious destination.

"But look at how desperate you are," he smirks. "A mere four days without release and you turn into this wanton creature. Falling to your knees when I beckon, thinking that you can promise me something of value." Carefully, with teasingly light pressure, Essek applies the flat sole of his boot to the shape of Percival's cock. "That is the trouble with most alphas, I suppose," he sighs. "The moment this gets hard, your head empties of every other thought."