alignmyheart | au of an au

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.

Percy bows his head and gently bites Essek's ear.

"You'll look so good," he murmurs, voice heavy. "Growing with our heir."

He pushes himself up, one arm tense as the other hand grabs Essek's thigh to drag it up against his hip. It's easier to move and he doesn't hesitate to fuck Essek the way his husband demands. The sound of their bodies meeting is obscene and yhr fact that he's struck his lover quiet with pleasure only encourages him.

"Do you know how much I love you? Do you know what a mere glance at you does to me?"

Essek's breath catches sharply, his ear twitching. The tease of Percival's teeth against sensitive skin and the low promise of his voice flows down through his body in a delectable wave of heat. Though he knew it already, hearing again that he finds the image of Essek round with their child so desirable makes Essek ache for it even more.

He isn't silent as his mate gives him the kind of rough-edged fuck he'd asked for, with audible gasps and quiet moans at the intensity of the friction inside him. His hand slides up to curl his fingers loosely around his cock, simply holding rather than stroking, and his thighs snap closed around Percival's hips with the tension in his legs.

Wide, dark violet eyes are focused on his husband's face, drinking in his expression as his lips spill words of devotion and desire freely. He adores this man more than he could ever say. He lifts a hand between them, presses it to the center of Percival's chest with his fingers splayed wide. He can feel the beat of his heart under his palm, fast and heavy. "This," he hisses. "I know it drives you wild that I am yours alone, that I will proudly carry your child and show the world how well you love me." His breathy voice lowers with fierce affection. "And how I love you."

Essek's hand feels like a brand on his chest and Percy leans down to catch him in another hard kiss. Essek is his. They belong to each other, with each other, and as his rut drags at deep instinct, Percival finds comfort in that.

He loves the fierce affection in his husband's voice, the way that Essek holds onto him, demanding everything and giving back just as much.

With a low groan, he adjusts the way he's bracing against the bed to ensure he's filling Essek with every thrust. His mind his almost blank. It's blissful. It's the opposite of the tension he felt around all the other people. It's only him and his mate, and they are aligned in their thinking and their purpose and their needs.

Percival can feel the knot at the base of his cock swell, and it's only a few more thrusts before he doesn't even try to pull back out. He grinds deep with short, shallow thrusts as his orgasm hits him. He bites Essek's shoulder, harder than he means to, and shudders as he fills his mate, gives him everything he's asked for. His hand slides down, resting over Essek's where it's wrapped around his cock.

In Essek's life, it is rare for anything to feel uncomplicated. But this does. It is so simple, a release from his own thoughts and concerns, where all that matters is this man, his mate, and how their bodies are meant to fit together.

Shameless, pliant, Essek takes and takes, clutching at the alpha over him and encouraging the hard thrusts filling his cunt with soft moans, with the eager clench and pull of the tight muscles inside him. It feels so good to let go, to let his mate sate his needs and have his own fulfilled in turn. He could have come by now, perhaps even twice, but he waits until it overtakes him rather than seeking it, and is rewarded by the intensity of it.

The thicker press of Percival's knot makes him whimper with delirious need, his cunt tightening hard in an effort to keep it inside him, and the grind when they are quickly locked together is so sweet. It must be the throb of his husband's cock as he comes inside him, or the shock of welcome pain from blunt human teeth that sets him off, because he gasps for air once and shakes apart as the heat of his mate's release fills him, waves of exquisite tension and release rolling through his body. Under both their unmoving hands, his cock, more soft than stiff, twitches weakly and drips little more than a bead or two of white against the dark skin of Essek's taut stomach.

His eyes remain open but clouded, gazing unfocused up at the canopy covering the bed, lips parted as he breathes in sharp, panting breaths, and makes no other sound.

He loves being inside Essek: his husband always feels amazing. But in moments like this, feeling his omega's perfect cunt tightening around him, intent on milking him of everything he has--Percival cannot even quantify how perfect it is.

Percy keeps his head down and breathes as deep as he can as Essek shivers to orgasm beneath him. He gives Essek's hand a gentle squeeze before withdrawing his own in favor of wrapping his arm around Essek's back as if there was any chance his mate would pull away.

Slowly, he releases Essek's shoulder and turns his head to nuzzle against his neck, breathing him in and taking comfort in--everything. Their closeness. Eventually, his hips stop moving entirely. He can still feel an occasional pulse of release - he'd forgotten that part could last longer while he's in rut - but even that is beginning to fade.

When Percival releases his shoulder, Essek is shaken from the daze he's fallen into. His chin tilts and he buries his nose in his husband's short hair, lifting a hand to cradle the back of his head. His thighs are wrapped tight around his hips and his body still shivers with residual pleasure, ensuring his cunt milks the cock inside him for as long as those lingering pulses last. He isn't going anywhere.

While his breath gradually evens out, he doesn't want to speak. This feels so right, so blissful, that words are unnecessary. He can say everything he needs with his body; a kiss against the top of Percival's head, a squeeze of his thighs as though trying to pull him even closer, his arm winding around his back and stroking gentle fingers along his spine.

Perhaps it is mostly instinct that makes him feel this way, but he loves the time that they spend tied. There is nothing so intimate as quietly holding his mate inside his body, hoping that his knot keeps his seed from spilling out long enough for it to take. Tonight especially, with both of them so unexpectedly in sync, at the beginning of what will be days of intense, shared need, these moments feel precious.

This is a kind of bliss Percival never thought he'd have. Essek's breathing slows and his body calms, and he can feel that as his own falls into the same rhythm. He feels content like this, the pair of them holding each other. Every caress lulls him and he returns the gentle affection with tender kisses and touches wherever he can.

That includes brushing an apologetic kiss to the darkening bruise in the shape of his mouth on Essek's shoulder.

"Didn't mean to bite so hard," he murmurs, finally breaking the comfortable silence. He shifts just enough to push himself up. He wants to see Essek's face and gods, is it worth it. Resting his weight on his forearms, Percival can brush his fingers through his husband's pale hair.

Essek blinks slowly, as though stirring from a trance, as Percival pushes himself up. He smiles when he sees his face, so dear and handsome. Though he feels the throb of a deepening bruise in his shoulder, he gives a gentle shake of his head. "There is no harm done." He feels in some deep, intrinsic way proud of that bruise, in fact.

Dark, slender fingers come up to frame Percy's face. Essek's thumbs graze lightly along his cheekbones. His violet eyes brim with fondness, and he murmurs a wondering phrase in Undercommon, then roughly translates. "How did I ever arrive here?"

When he considers how far this is from anything he'd ever imagined his life would be, it seems absurd. Shadowhand to the Bright Queen, untouchable scion of Den Thelyss, dunamantic prodigy; how quickly the facets of his identity unravel after defining him for decades, if not more than a century. Though not consecuted, he has been granted a new life in a way that is meaningful to him.

Essek de Rolo of Whitestone is a man with a purpose in life beyond his own selfish desires, who uses his arcane knowledge for the betterment of the world around him and the people in his care. He lives not in the city of eternal night, but the city of the Dawnfather, and turns his face to the light each day without the expectation of empty reverence. He has a husband (apparently cursed, but wonderful) whom he loves dearly, and remarkably, loves him as well. This same man is an alpha he is eager to share all of himself with, heat included. A sharp contrast to his reputation for frigidity in the Dynasty, and his particular rejection of any alpha bold enough to try courting him. That Essek Thelyss would even consider parenthood is an utterly laughable notion, but Essek de Rolo has decided on it quite firmly.

In so many ways, the man lovingly cradling his mate's face, filled with his knot and still eager to be claimed, is unrecognizable. Considering who he was and what atrocities his arrogance has wrought, this can only be a good thing.

Percival nearly closes his eyes as Essek's hands slide over his face in an affectionate caress. He never imagined that he would be worthy of the look his husband gives him now, fond and tender. And the question he asks earns a soft breath of a laugh when Percy exhales, because he could ask the very same thing.

Once upon a time, he'd been too young to seriously think of marriage or even consider a future beyond his own interests. His older siblings would surely inherit, and he would be left to his own devices to serve as he would. When his family and his future were brutally ripped away, Percival de Rolo almost ceased to exist entirely. He became someone and something else for the sake of clawing back even a shred of his inheritance. For the sake of avenging those cruelly taken. Even in lifting a shadow from his home, Percival saw no future here. No place for him, twice-cursed and broken.

And he could never imagine someone loving him, or deserving to be loved. He could never have imagined having children, a family, after losing so much. Nor could he ever have dreamed of a marriage like this, with a partner who is shrewd and intelligent and fierce, proud and calculating, supportive and determined and accepting. Percival fell in love with Essek's mind, and very swiftly the rest of him.

He leans down to kiss his husband, trying to express the tenderness otherwise caught as a lump in his throat. His fingers brush back Essek's pale hair and when they part he initiates another kiss almost immediately. They have both done things they are ashamed of, but neither has looked away.

"You have given me everything," he whispers. "Everything I could not believe I deserved. And more."

His thumb strokes against Essek's sharp cheekbone.

"I have been drowning for so long I forgot what breaking the surface felt like. I thought floating just beneath was the best I could achieve. No longer, with you."

As Percival leans down, Essek's hands slide to the back of his neck, holding him close as they kiss. He presses his lips against his husband's with fierce tenderness, filled with the sort of devastating, soul-deep love he'd once scoffed at. Perhaps because he truly did not think himself capable of it.

His heart aches for the hopelessness Percival expresses, his resignation to a half-life where he could not conceive of pursuing the things he wanted for himself, questioning his own worthiness. Essek looks at him and sees him, and is all the more determined to love him. He summons all the sincerity he is capable of and steels himself against the uncomfortable vulnerability of honesty.

"I...still often feel undeserving of this. Of you, and the comfortable existence I have found in Whitestone," he admits, his soft voice even quieter still between them. "Yet, if my presence is what has helped you to breathe again...how can I question it? You have asked for nothing, yet provided me with a home and a future when I believed I had lost both."

There is a fevered desperation in his eyes, a need for his husband to hear the words he is saying and believe them.

"You are a remarkable man, Percival, in every way that matters to me. Anything I can give, I give freely, because I believe you deserving."

"I love you," he murmurs. "I want to strive every day to be worthy of that."

He leans down for another tender kiss. Percy bumps his brow against Essek's and he cannot help the smile that appears. Despite the weight of the pasts, they are unfettered moving forward. Essek, a beautiful and capable omega, wants him and to bear children with him. They are trying their damnedest, in fact, to make that happen.

Percy feels his knot give, but he doesn't immediately withdraw. It feels good and soothing to be near Essek like this. He's more gentle with the next kiss, far less desperate.

"We," he murmurs, "are going to make beautiful half-drow children." His smile grows brighter and he punctuates that with another kiss.

Against his husband's mouth, Essek smirks, amused and pleased, wide enough to show his fangs. His arms drape over Percy's shoulders and his knees squeeze his sides where his legs still bracket his hips, keeping him close even after the release of his knot.

"We certainly will," he agrees, nipping flirtatiously at his alpha's lower lip. The de Rolo line will be quite different from here forward. Essek would venture that there has never been a noble house in Tal'Dorei carrying drow blood. "Theirs will be a proud heritage indeed." Both of them are already referring to multiples, Essek notes without concern, before they've even made one. Perhaps too ambitious, but the idea appeals to him, especially now.

"We should rest, if you are amenable," he adds gently. "If we can manage four hours, I can get us home."

Hopefully before things escalate even further for them.

Percy manages to nod and he gives Essek another tender kiss before he pulls away, pulls out. His breath catches quietly as his cock slips free. He feels two conflicting urges all at once: to push back in, to try to keep Essek full even if he isn't fully hard anymore, or to sink down between his thighs and replace his cock with his tongue until his husband is sighing and arching beneath him. He doesn't do either, because if he does they will never get rest.

He eases off to the side and immediately pulls Essek into his arms. He strokes the wizard's pale hair back form his face and looks at him with quiet adoration. For now, he feels steady, clear-headed, and Essek is right: they should rest while they can. If they are in heat and rut together, there won't be much of that before long.

"I finally feel like I can sleep, but you are making that terribly difficult."

Essek smells good, he feels good, and Percival can't stop thinking about wanting him. He sighs softly and pulls Essek closer so that he can nuzzle into his hair. The promise of going home is enough for him to at least try to keep his hands above his lover's waist.

Essek is far from unaffected himself. Practically as soon as Percy's cock slips free, he wants it back again, hard or not. The strong arms around him pulling him close to his mate's body eases the ache of separation just enough that Essek is confident he'll be able to trance for at least as long as he needs to. It is likely the last time trancing will be an option for him this week, when heat exhausts him enough that he can't help slipping into the stupor of true sleep.

"Merely by existing?" he teases, though he knows exactly what Percival is referring to. The scent of his rut is what had pushed his own body into a similar state to accommodate him, and even after several rounds of very satisfying sex, it remains deeply appealing. It isn't only the seed left behind that is keeping his cunt wet. "You think highly of me, husband."

Somehow, nosing into the crook of the other man's neck, where the scent is strongest, helps to relax him. Smiling lazily, he kisses the skin there and intertwines their legs, feeling no need to pull up the blankets to cover them. His skin is hot already, and anything more would have him sweating through his trance.

"Merely by existing," he confirms, a smile in his voice as Essek nuzzles close. He can feel his husband's breath warm against his neck and it brings him deep comfort. "Have I not been obvious about how highly I regard you?"

His fingers drift affectionately over Essek's back and he presses a kiss to the top of his mate's head. Gods, he loves this man.

Percival does manage to slip into sleep, though not deeply. Essek only needs a four-hour trance and he knows he will wake the moment the wizard stirs, there is no escaping that. He's too attuned right now to sleep through anything involving his mate. He's also very eager to be home in a very primal way. Somewhere familiar, safe, and theirs.

Perhaps he should have anticipated that he'd be half-hard by the time Essek wakes.

"You have," Essek concedes with an enigmatic little smile. "I simply never tire of hearing it."

Somehow he is able to clear his mind sufficiently to slip into the meditative state of trance. The subject of his meditation is likely what makes it possible. Memories of his husband from their very first meeting to earlier tonight cycle through his mind, not linear, but each connected in some way to the one previous. The last before his body demands consciousness is from his previous heat several months ago, trudging cold and lost and foolishly determined through the timberlands and encountering a great white wolf there.

He is recalling the sensation of burying his face into the thick, soft fur at his neck when he wakes with his face pressed against the warm skin of Percival's neck. The scent is almost exactly the same. He breathes in deep and feels the effect it has on his body; a heavy throb between his legs, a prickling over his skin, a spreading warmth. Though he is already quite hot, and he can feel just from a cursory shift of his legs that his thighs are soaked and his cock more than a little swollen.

He can also feel that he isn't the only one. With a quiet, breathy hum, he slips the hand that was draped over Percy's hip down between them to encircle his cock. Essek hasn't so much as opened his eyes yet, but he knows just how to stroke to ensure he doesn't remain half-hard for long.

"What do you think, my love?" He asks in a sleepy, silky whisper. "Shall I take care of this for you now? Or would you prefer I get us home first?"

"I want to be home," he answers, even as he rocks into Essek's knowing touch. Percival's voice is still heavy and he nuzzles against Essek's neck, face buried there to breathe him deep. What he wants is to bury himself in Essek. He wants to fuck him until they are locked together again, increasing their chances of conceiving. He wants to leave dark marks in the shape of his mouth all over his mate's body, on the off-chance that anyone else might possibly see them and know that Essek is his.

Percy mutters a soft curse and his hand moves down Essek's back until he can push between his husband's thighs from behind, his fingers immediately rubbing over slick folds. He is so wet and ready, it would take nothing--but he knows it will delay them in getting home, and he wants to be somewhere familiar and safe. Ridiculous as it is, he knows it will soothe the most primal parts of him to be in a room that smells like them, in a place he has known all his life, with the easy support of people who understand their needs in their rut and heat.

But breeding Essek until neither of them can move will also satisfy a primal urge. And now his cock is fully hard against his husband's palm.

Percy sighs heavily and tries to push two fingers into Essek even while his legs are together.

Despite his answer, Percival grows distracted quickly. Essek knows he is in part to blame, but he can't regret it when he too is so easily pulled in by his husband's magnetism. He shudders, arching his back as a hand pushes demandingly between his thighs. Muffling a gasp against Percy's throat as muscles deep within him flex, he doesn't turn that hand away. Two rough fingers manage to dip just inside his cunt past his clenched legs, and he could so easily melt into the bed and tacitly permit more of that touch. He is too empty, especially when his alpha is hot and hard in the loose curl of his palm.

"I can get us there," he pants, though he is already losing the thread of that thought. "I--" First they have to gather their things, and then they should probably make at least an attempt at dressing, in case his teleportation happens to be off target--

Light, that is too much. He snarls, frustrated by his own desperation, lips curling back from sharp fangs. He doesn't know if he could stand, much less pack or dress, when the need to be full is so consuming.

Quickly, then.

Both resigned and eager, he releases Percival's cock and rolls slowly onto his belly. Every inch of his skin feels hot and sensitive, including his face as he buries it between his pillow and his husband's shoulder. His legs are still pressed tight together, lifting his hips just barely from the sheets.

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