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Essek moves as his alpha directs him, laying splayed on his side, his leg lifted with a dainty ankle resting on a handsomely broad shoulder. He looks up at his alpha through his lashes with eyes at half-mast, lids heavy. He loves the reverent way Percival kisses him, touches him, massages his slick rim with the rough pads of his fingers.

By the time Percival urges him to cast again--which he does, promptly--and presses that first finger inside him, Essek is nearly ready to beg for it. Thankfully, he is spared that humiliation for now--though currently, he thinks he wouldn't really mind begging. The sound he makes is unmistakably needy.

"Good," he says, accent heavy. He's relaxed enough for this first finger, but he'll need to work up to even a second. This is still a fairly recent discovery for him. No one but his husband has ever taken his ass, as Percvial well knows. "I want to be full of you, my love. Keep going."

Laying between his thigh and his hip, Essek's cock has begun to take interest again, plumping up slowly but steadily. He reaches down to palm himself lightly, giving his still mostly-soft length an encouraging squeeze and circling the sensitive head with his thumb. His thighs tense and both his cunt and his ass bear down for a passing, dizzying moment where his lips part in a soundless gasp. Already this feels almost too good. What will it be like when Percival's cock is inside him as well?

Knowing what he does is all the more reason for Percy to take his time. He fucks Essek slowly, watching his omega's face as he does. He can feel his cock stir, vaguely aware it never went fully soft, when he catches sight of Essek touching himself.

"You will be," he assures warmly. His lips brush over Essek's warm skin and Percy slides Essek's leg higher so he can nuzzle his knee and kiss him there, too. "That's it, love. Stroke your perfect cock hard for me. I want you to come again when we get my knot inside your lovely ass."

Percy fucks Essek a bit faster with his finger after that sweet wave of tension passes, then slows again. He withdraws it so that he can rub over his hole with two again, gently coaxing him to relax more without much penetration.

His other hand isn't idle, though. Since Essek is busy stroking himself to hardness, Percy reaches for the toy buried inside him. He puts pressure on it, drawing it back until the knot threatens to pop out. Then he lets it sink back in. Percy can't tear his eyes away.

"Let's try another, hm?" He's slow as he presses in with two fingers this time, keeping them pressed together as they sink in - not all the way, but enough to determine if Essek is ready for more.

Essek's dark skin is already flushed a deep, warm purple. If he could color more though, he would, with the way Percival is talking to him. He bites his lower lip, a sharp eyetooth scraping over it, as he tightens his grip on his (perfect) cock and gives it a real, full stroke. That is what his alpha wants to see, after all. Beyond the physical sensation, it feels so good to please him, to know that he is looking at him with so much desire. He nods almost desperately, conserving his words, managing little more than a strained whimper as his husband's lovely voice drips sweet filth into his ears.

He can't contain more noises as Percy coaxes his body to relax. His mouth hangs shamelessly open as he pants audibly, gasps sharply when his lover plays with the toy in his cunt as well, making him really feel the electric pleasure of his muscles stretching around the knot without ever actually pulling it free. His cock throbs in his hand, and Percival's second finger goes in with less discomfort than he expected--nearly none.

"Yes," he pants, locking eyes with his alpha as he presses those two fingers carefully deeper. "Please, husband, I want to take your knot in my ass--claim me, show me I am yours--" he speaks almost senselessly, raw need giving voice to words that he's given no thought at all. He is barely speaking Common. This is a fantasy he's had for months now, in one form or another. It feels almost surreal to make it a reality.

"I intend to," he purrs as he gives a gentle thrust of his fingers, pushing them deep. Essek feels tight and Percy can't tell how much of that is from the toy and how much is from the time that's passed since they last did this. The first time he had Essek's ass is a giddy memory now, one of many in the unfolding of intimacies between them.

"I remember first seeing you, covered from chin to the floor," he murmurs as he drags a few more kisses across Essek's leg. "I could not have imagined I would one day see you like this."

As he speaks, he works his fingers steadily in and out of his omega, coaxing him to yield to the gentle but persistent effort to stretch him open. He leans down enough to bite Essek's thigh - not hard, but enough to pinch.

"Maybe I dreamed of it," he admits. "But never dared think you'd be mine."

Not like this. They'd been cordial with each other, cautious, until finding inroads through mutual passions, or at the very least the ability to see each other's capability for passion through their work: Essek in his tower, Percival in his workshop and in the civic projects he's been elbow-deep in since they met. But now here they are, moving in the same direction, wanting the same things.

Gods, he loves this man.

He looks down at Essek as he teases with a third finger, prepared to stay at two for a while longer but curious none the less. And as he does, a flicker of that wicked streak that has never really died appears.

"If only your Dynasty could see you now," he murmurs.

It would be accurate to say that Essek's perspective on sex has changed completely within the last year, since he discovered how much he could come to crave it when his lover is someone he's formed a true connection with. He's tried and enjoyed with Percy things he never would have considered with any past partner, few as there have been. New things, things he thought he hated, things he thought he would never want; love, it turns out, colors intimacy in a different light.

Listening to his husband reminisce and shivering as his mouth trails kisses along his leg, Essek recalls his own perspective. His certainty that this would be a marriage in name only, and he would consider it lucky if they were able to abide one another and work together as partners in a union of interests. That Percival then became a friend, someone he actually sought out to spend time with, was a pleasant enough surprise. When he realized he wanted to be even closer, that his admiration and affection had deepened almost without his notice, it seemed almost too much. That Percival then returned those feelings--it is more than he deserves, surely. This life was meant to be his punishment, but it has become the opposite.

He's considered this conundrum many times before, and in far clearer states of mind than this. He can be forgiven, he thinks, for letting these thoughts go for now in favor of appreciating his husband's adoration, of being with him in this moment rather than considering the branching timelines that led them here.

Also, it is becoming increasingly difficult to hold onto any coherent thoughts at all. An encouraging whine bubbles up in Essek's throat as blunt human teeth scrape his thigh. Light, he'd let Percival mottle his thighs with bite-shaped bruises; he longs for physical proof that he belongs to this man. His body is full but still not full enough, and he feels loved and desired, and he wants to feel loved and desired. His chosen mate, the man he now loves, dreamed of this, of him, before Essek ever even gave him a second thought. There is something incredibly heady about that.

His tongue wets his lips as a third finger tests the oiled and stretched edge of his rim, and he can only think yes, yes please--until he's struck sideways by his husband crooning exactly the sort of fantasy he's only allowed himself in passing. His darkened eyes grow wide and he pulls in a sharp, shocked breath. If only the Dynasty could see him. Light, no one would believe it unless they did see. The aloof Shadowhand, prodigy of Den Thelyss, willingly debased and debauched and bred by the human he'd been sold off to? This was never part of the plan. Or at least, he was never meant to enjoy it.

"They gave me to you," he points out breathlessly, wildly. "But not for this. I wasn't supposed to love you." He tries to will his body to relax, to show his alpha how pliant he is, how he can take anything he wants to give him. That third finger will fit inside him, surely. He wants it to; he wants so much more than that.

His absolute unwillingness to allow anyone but Percival to witness him in this state conflicts directly with the potent thrill he feels at the idea of throwing his pleasure in all of their condescending, arrogant faces; of being what he isn't supposed to be and loving it, of giving himself completely to this human man when he'd denied everyone and everything in the Dynasty his submission all his life.

"I want them to see," he hisses. "I want them to know that I could only ever be yours."

He can feel the way Essek presses against him and Percival ends up biting his lover's thigh again as he withdraws his fingers just enough to work the third one in. He keeps them tucked together, slow and careful as he pushes them back in. He tries not to moan as Essek takes him, because his mind is already racing ahead, thinking of how this will feel around his cock.

"But you do love me," he murmurs, sharp blue eyes meeting Essek's dark gaze. "And I am utterly devoted to you, my darling husband. I love you."

Percival says that as he thrusts his fingers as deep as he can. He leaves them there, letting Essek relax and take time to adjust to the slow stretch. Essek has seen parts of him that he has kept hidden from the world, some longer than others. They have been vulnerable with each other, and Percy knows how fiercely his husband will protect that. He knows how fiercely he will do the same.

"They will know you are mine," he continues, voice soft and warm and certain. "You'll be pregnant with our heir before the end of this year, and they will most certainly be among those to hear the announcement." His free hand slides up to press gently over Essek's flat belly. But it won't always be thus. They will keep trying as long as they need to. They are both very driven men who know what they want.

Slowly, Percy moves his fingers. Rather than fucking Essek, he works to spread them more, coaxing his mate's body to accept the stretch. "Tell me when you feel ready, love."

They've professed their love in so many ways, yet Essek holds the words close every time he hears them. They are too precious to waste.

He feels the stretch and the fullness in his body as Percival's three fingers sink into his ass all the way to the last knuckle. Perhaps he wasn't entirely ready yet, but he takes them all the same. It is almost enough to quell the gnawing hunger in his belly. Almost.

Percival speaks aloud a thought that has crossed Essek's mind many times since they decided they would start a family together. He couldn't ask for more obvious physical proof that he's been thoroughly claimed than a belly growing round with the future heir to this city. His husband rests his hand there now as though willing his words into reality. Essek lays his own over it in desperate confirmation. Soon. He wishes he could see their faces when they hear he is with child. Let them speculate and pearl-clutch; let them imagine the untouchable Shadowhand spreading his legs for the human alpha they forced him to wed. Vindication is sweet; this is their doing, yet he is still subverting their expectations.

As his mate begins to spread his fingers, the heat coiling at the base of Essek's spine throbs. He can feel the pressure of so much unyielding matter forced to fit into the narrow space inside him. Percival's fingers press against the toy in his cunt, separated only by the thin wall of his body. It is like no sensation he's experienced before. Still, insatiable creature that he is, he wants more. He won't be satisfied until it is his alpha's cock, until he's knotted twice over.

His entrance is tight around those three fingers; as much as he wants to say that he is ready now, that would be foolish. But the stretch and spread of his hole yielding to Percival's insistent coaxing is a decadent sensation on its own. He wants his cock to go in easily, like his body is made to take his alpha in whatever way he pleases.

"Not yet," he whispers, encouraging more stiffness into his own cock with slow, tight strokes. "Like this. Like this, for now." His body is fever-hot, and it is difficult to make his eyes focus on anything but the decadent vision of Percival's fingers spreading him, or the intensity of his blue eyes. "I wish to--to turn over, when you do it." Light, his Common is failing him too. Retrieving the words from his mind to fit what he wants to convey is challenging. "On my knees."

"Of course, I wouldn't have you any other way when it's time. I know that's where you belong." He kisses Essek's knee to punctuate that sentiment. "I only wanted to see all of you while I do this."

From his position now, Percival has a good view of Essek's face, and also both of his holes and his pretty cock. He'll give that up when his mate is ready to take him, but until then, he intends to enjoy it. When Essek relaxes enough, Percy starts to fuck him just like that, slow and steady while he makes every effort not to get carried away. He wants nothing more than to render Essek absolutely senseless, especially now that his mate is having trouble keeping a grasp on Common. That alone makes Percy grateful he's taken up a study of his husband's native tongue.

"You're doing so well, Essek. Look at you, full of a knot and still begging for another. Who could have imagined a little thing like you could take so much?"

Yes, that is where he belongs, isn't it? Percival is right. He should be on his knees. He wants to be. But on his back works quite nicely, too. It feels like he sinks more heavily into the bed as he relaxes, as his lover's fingers fuck him slow and careful, the motion growing smoother as his body grows used to being spread open. He touches himself for his own pleasure, and for the pleasure of Percival's hungry gaze, allowing him an unimpeded view of his hand stroking slickly over his cock and his fingers trailing over his stomach and chest, plucking and twisting at his nipples until they are sore.

Essek warms beneath his alpha's praise, blinking slowly, lips curling at the corners, faintly smug. There is an element of teasing to it, and perhaps in another state of mind Essek might even find the words somewhat patronizing. But as he is now, in heat, filled more than he ever has been and still aching with want, he hears the notes of desire and admiration above all.

"I did," he murmurs, accent heavy. "Many times." Almost dreamily, he slips into Undercommon to add, "No one believes in me like I do."

Reminding himself of how long he has waited to attempt this, or even to admit to wanting it, he feels suddenly impatient. Reaching between his legs, his fingers curl around his husband's wrist to stop the motion.

"I want you now," he says simply. As soon as Percy's fingers slip free, he slides his leg from his shoulder and turns onto his front, then pushes himself up onto hands and knees, as mentioned. If Percival wishes to arrange him to better suit his needs, he will yield, but he looks over his shoulder to urge in less than intentional Undercommon, "Come, my dearest. Let us see what I can take."

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Percy drinks in every second of Essek touching himself. Now and then he spares his other hand to help. His calloused thumb strokes over his lover's nipple after Essek's pinched it sore; his hand slides lower to curl around Essek's cock for a few encouraging strokes.

In careful Undercommon, he says, "I believe in you, husband."

He's actually startled when Essek pushes his hand away, insisting that he doesn't want to wait longer. Percival's cock gives an answering throb when Essek rolls onto his knees and lifts his hips. He can see the base of the toy nestled against Essek's cunt and he doesn't bother to hold back a quiet groan.

"Oh kallis, no one on this earth could resist you," he murmurs, his voice heavy as he he moves closer. He pauses long enough to use more oil on his cock - even if Essek is quite prepared, it'll help when his knot comes.

Percival presses close, getting his knees between Essek's to push them farther apart. It never stops being a thrill the way he can cover his husband's smaller body and he leans low to brush a kiss to Essek's shoulder. He braces one hand against the bed as the other guides his cock - he doesn't bother to tease either of them and his breath catches as he pushes in. Just as before, he's slow and careful, and Percy mutters a few curses when he feels the press of the toy filling Essek's cunt.

"Oh darling," he whispers. "You magnificent thing." His hand slides over Essek's hip and thigh in a gentle, encouraging caress.

Light, this man is sweet. Essek is grateful for him and his rudimentary grasp of Undercommon, though he hadn't quite realized he'd slipped into his native tongue until Percival responded in it. He would resolve to be more mindful, but he doesn't know how realistic an expectation that is to set for himself.

Over his shoulder, he watches with bare want as his husband slicks himself. Percival finds him irresistible, but Essek thinks the same of him. His legs are nudged apart, and he teems with excitement and anticipation, mingled with bright sparks of pleasure as his cunt flutters around the toy already buried within him, solid and shaped in a way his body finds specifically pleasing. Then there is warm skin against his back, the weight of his husband's body braced over him, the tender, fleeting warmth of lips against his shoulder. Percival must be as eager for this as he is, because he wastes no time. As soon as Essek feels blunt heat against his hole, he feels that heat enter him. Stretched to yielding softness, the tight muscle at his entrance permits this.

Three fingers felt significant, but his cock is so much more; thicker, longer, hotter. The slow, unwavering press inside him punches the breath from Essek's lungs, leaving his lips parted soundlessly. Light, it is so much. His fingers curl into a hard grip on the sheets. The toy in his cunt with its flared knot is not small, and Percival himself is perhaps slightly larger; it feels as if they are vying for space inside him, occupying and filling places within his body that didn't feel hollow before, but may after this. Essek realizes as his mate whispers sweetly to him and slides a hand over his thigh that his legs are quivering.

When he manages to breathe again, it's a loud, inelegant gasp. Perhaps overall, the size of Percival's cock in his wolf shape may have been larger, and taking all of it in his cunt was a significant endeavor. But having both holes filled this way makes him feel like there is no space at all left inside him; the cock in his cunt and the cock in his ass grind together within his body, and it is all he can do to keep his knees braced on the bed and breathe, whimpering a plea to the Light in Undercommon with enough desperation to pass for a faithful man.

"That's it," he murmurs. "You're doing so wonderfully, Essek."

Percy is breathless, but it's nothing compared to the way Essek is panting and gasping now, looking - feeling - like he can barely keep himself upright. He continues to rub a trembling thigh with gentle, soothing strokes as he bottoms out. He stays like that, not moving so that Essek can try to adjust to being so full. The pressure is intense in a way he wasn't anticipating, but gods it's good. And it takes more effort than Percy thought it would to keep from pulling back to drive in again. He wants to breed, and he needs to be still.

"Just breathe, darling." His hand slides up over Essek's hip and along his side, then down the center of his body. And maybe it presses just a little against Essek's stomach. Percival shudders when he realizes he can feel a faint bump there, and he knows exactly what it's from.

"I know you're struggling for words, dearest, but I need you to tell me when you're ready for me to move, hm? However you can."

Whether it's a touch or sound or something else, Percy is trying hard to pay attention to his husband's body. He has no doubt this is a lot, even if Essek begged for it, and he can keep himself under control until he's given the all clear to do otherwise. Essek is his omega, his mate, his husband, and it's his duty on all counts to take care of him and that manages to burn through the need of his rut.

Essek breathes. Ragged, without rhythm, but he breathes. Thoughts slip from his mind like water through cupped fingers, held only briefly before they drip away, leaving his head empty and his body full. This is fine; he doesn't want to think, he wants to fuck. But Percival remains still, seated to the root inside him, and his patient encouragement gives Essek the chance to process how he feels beyond overwhelmed.

He focuses on his husband's hand stroking soothingly over his skin, hip to flank to stomach. He hears what is being asked of him, though words are difficult to scrape together in the jumble of his brain. He nods, an antsy little bob of his head, to confirm that he understands.

Parsing the sensations vying for his attention is impossible; each feeds into another, an endless loop of reactions that leaves him dizzy and raw and craving focus. He needs Percival to move. It seems like the only thing that will give him perspective.

Tensing his thighs, lifting his hips, and arching his back to grind his ass against his alpha's hips is telling enough, he hopes. The motion itself sparks something in his crowded body, like plucking the thrumming strings of white-hot tension somewhere between his belly and his thighs. After a startled moan, he manages a single word in Undercommon, simple but effective. "Please."

A moan pulls from deep in his chest when Essek grinds back against him.

"All right--okay--" His voice is strained, but his hand is steady where it rests on Essek's belly. Percival presses his mouth to Essek's shoulder, not quite a kiss but with plenty of intention behind it. The hand on the bed moves until it can find Essek's, fingers lacing tightly together. He whispers praise in disjointed Undercommon and more coherent but still slurred Common as he draws his hips back, then tries a careful thrust back in. Percival feels like the air's been knocked out of him by the delicious, slick friction along his cock. Essek's ass has always been a tight fit, but with the toy inside him, it's like nothing else.

Even with Essek's plea, it takes him a minute to work up to a proper rhythm with long, steady strokes. He gives a little snap of his hips when he feels like Essek can take it and his breath catches. With every thrust he can feel the toy rubbing against him through Essek's body and he knows the dizzying reality that it isn't just a toy, but a full knot seated inside his husband.

"You sweet thing," he whispers. "Look how well you take it. All of it. I know you'll have it in you to take my knot, to. It's what you deserve--what you've been so good for."

His mouth drags against Essek's shoulder, teeth scraping until he finds a place to bite down.

When Percival starts moving, Essek is grateful for his arm holding him against his chest, steadying him, when all of Essek's core strength is focused on remaining upright on the bed. He locates the hand covering his stomach and holds onto it, gripping rather than lacing their fingers, unlike their hands on the bed.

Despite their preparation, he still feels stretched tight. He is full to his limit, and constantly reminded as his mate's cock finds space inside him again with every stroke, fitting against the press of the toy and its knot. His heart beats wildly. He squirms and squeezes uselessly, panting, whimpering. But it is so good, almost too much in a way that is absolutely perfect. He ached for his emptiness to be filled, and it has been, more than he ever could have imagined.

Best of all though is the clear evidence of his alpha's pleasure as he fucks his ass, a tighter squeeze now than even the first time. Essek is treated to soft sounds of pleasure and whispered praise near his ear. Liquid heat trickles down Essek's spine, adding to the well pooled between his hips. The only word he can find, one he whimpers mindlessly over and over, is yes.

Sharp pressure on his shoulder, an unmistakable claiming bite, makes his body seize up with a ragged, gasping cry. In this hormone-driven state of near-ecstasy, it barely feels like pain; it is just more sensation, adding to the state of his overloaded nerves. He can take it. He can take anything his alpha gives him. It's what he deserves.

He can hear Essek panting a single word over and over again, a constant refrain of approval and encouragement. Essek needs this, badly wants it, and Percival can do nothing but give it to him. He groans quietly against Essek's warm skin when he realizes his knot is starting to swell near the base of his cock. Fuck.

A softer, more frustrated sound catches in his throat as he tries to reconcile the demand of his rut with the needs of his mate. His hand tightens where it pins Essek's to the bed as if to reinforce his dominance, to remind Essek of their roles as he starts to slow the steady, firm thrust of his hips. He's panting and overheated just from this, but Essek is on the verge of being completely incoherent. He murmurs soothing things as best he can and he makes sure that Essek can feel the swell of his knot grinding against him so that he's aware of what's coming. Given how full Essek is, how tight it's making him no matter what Percy does, he needs to get his knot in before it gets too much bigger.

"Are you ready, darling?" he whispers against Essek's ear. He bites the beautiful tip, then kisses it as he drags his hand away from his husband's stomach to grip his hip, bracing himself and Essek both.

Percival doesn't really want for an answer, following what he can read in Essek's body as he gives a slow but unwavering push forward. He nearly chokes when his knot sinks into Essek's body.

"Oh fuck." His voice is strained and for a few seconds Percy doesn't move at all. His knot isn't even full yet, and he wonders if he'll be able to move like he usually does. He gives an experimental rock, drawing back just enough to create friction, but not enough to let his knot pop out again. Percy really doesn't want to risk not being able to get it back in. He thinks they're both feral enough to react poorly at the moment.

"Essek." He almost hisses his mate's name on a heavy exhale, the air punched out of him. He gives another tentative grind, then another. He can still fuck Essek, but now it will be with short, deep thrusts that don't involve pulling back too much.

Essek's thoughts are sticky and slow, but his body is teeming with energy, skin sensitized and heart pounding. He stops speaking, but continues making noise as he feels his alpha grinding the growing shape of his knot against him, thrusts slow and firm, a perfect match to his soothing but breathless reassurances. Percival's hand leaves his stomach, and after a brief caress to feel the faint bump there, Essek's does as well. He braces both hands against the bed, knowing he will need it.

Asked if he is ready, Essek whines, wordless and animal, and desperately nods his head. Teeth catch the tip of his ear, sending a shock of sensation straight down his spine and timing a ragged cry with the steady press of his husband's knot into his ass, taking his body's readiness as all the answer he needs. His alpha's strained cursing near his ear heats his blood.

It feels like so much already, this extra and sorely needed swell inside him, but he knows that this isn't as big as it gets. The friction and pressure of those first testing movements reduces Essek to whimpering his delirious approval, deep grinding sparking into hot pleasure when he is already so full. His cunt flutters eagerly around the toy filling it, milking a cock that can't give him anything. But that unyielding knot keeps his alpha's come locked inside him, perhaps even now giving him what he truly seeks.

Mindlessly, his quivering thighs tense and his hips roll back to encourage and meet those short thrusts, keeping his alpha's swelling knot within his body and rubbing his length against the shape of the toy within the tight, velvety clutch of his passage. His mouth hangs open, his eyes close, and his nails scrape the sheets. His cock hangs heavy and forgotten between his thighs even as it throbs, precome dripping from the wet tip to the bed.

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