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Revel has decided that Essek could use a lot of things. A good fuck has been at the top of the list for as long as he's known the drow, but mixing business and fun is messy, and Revel generally prefers to avoid anything that would interfere with a payout.

That was until Essek's scent started to change.

He isn't blind. He'd admired Essek for most of their journey so far, even flirted just to see that annoyed eye roll or to get a scoff. It's something to keep him entertained on a long road. But it becomes increasingly difficult to let Essek fade to the back of his awareness after that unfortunate bandit incident. After the first time Essek tries to quietly take care of himself in his bedroll, Revel offers. It seems polite, if the wizard is really suffering, and it isn't exaclty a hardship on Revel's part. He's rebuffed, which is also expected. While he doesn't offer again, he also doesn't quite let the subject drop.

Changing his method of conversation now would just be weird. Revel is vaguely aware of the effect an omega's close presence is having on him, but that's manageable.

The storm kicks up fast, waylaying them as Revel tries to avoid washed out roads or mud traps. Traveling with a wizard has its perks: the dome, for one. The enclosed space, however, makes Essek truly impossible to ignore. Revel is willing to do a lot of things, push a lot of boundaries, but that... is rarely one of them. So he very resolutely turns in, facing away, and attempts to sleep.

That effort is absolutely shattered when he hears Essek move, feels the other man slide in beneath his blanket. Revel doesn't move, but he does breath a heavy sigh as Essek grinds against him. The sound of his voice sends a jolt straight to Revel's cock and the rush of his arousal is immediate and dizzying.

"Hells, Essek," he growls as a hand gropes over his cock. Revel shoves himself up so that he can turn. His eyes are bright in the firelight, pupils already wide as that scent overwhelms him. His mouth waters and he runs his tongue over a sharp canine as the intense urge to bite hits him. Then a smirk ticks his mouth and he boldly pushes his hand between Essek's legs. "My, you are in a state, aren't you?"

Eyes normally pale and violet are blown dark with intense arousal. For tense moment they stare at each other, and Essek is nearly sure that Revel will deny him just out of spite. But it's a rare alpha that can completely ignore the scent of heat, particularly this close, and this open. Even when not already wound up with it, Essek would have bet money that Revel isn't one of those sort.

The thin trousers do little to hide his condition. There's a distinct dampness to the fabric, and a short but noticeable stiffness when Revel presses his palm there. Completely without care, Essek grabs the tiefling's wrist and holds Revel's hand there while he grinds against it, groaning thickly.

"Yes," the drow answers, voice thick with need and edged in something like a growl. "So unless you want to deal with anyone else we may unfortunately come across tomorrow, you should do something about it."

"Oh, darling. Maybe I should just get you off like this," he purrs as Essek rubs against his palm and fingers. He presses them very deliberately over the wet spot on Essek's trousers. That nearly backfires on him: the heat there makes his cock throb and he almost voices an answering growl.

His eyes flash and he pushes harder against Essek at that threat. With the drow both in heat and in his care, Revel knows exactly how well that will go. He yanks his hand free so he can wrestle Essek out of his pants. The fabric hadn't exactly been doing much to hide the scent, but the moment he's exposed, Revel swears in at least three different languages.

He leans over Essek, hand plunging between his thighs again so that he can run his fingers over his slick slit.

"How long has it been?"

It doesn't take much - Essek gladly helps Revel nearly tear his remaining clothing away, leaving him completely open and exposed to the warm, damp air. It is doubly lucky that they have the dome up now; had there been anyone somehow close enough to detect the scent, it would surely bring them. At least they didn't have to worry about anyone getting in.

The drow likewise swears in Undercommon, flinching at the hand that strokes just over his entrance. The smaller, impotent cock is erect and already weeping a clear fluid that drips down the shaft.

His jaw clenches, hands fisting so hard in the blankets below that they threaten to shred. There's defiance once again as he stares at Revel that's on the edge of flight, if he could. Essek swallows thickly, breathing hard, before he answers.

"Months. The suppressants - I've been taking them since long before we met. This is--"

A harsh groan interrupts as those fingers slide over a little bud of flesh, wet and waiting.

"--ahh--...hh......my first time without them...since..."

"Oh, you poor thing."

Revel grins and gets closer. He keeps his eyes on Essek's face as his fingers push in, two at a time. This could go one of two ways: after months of suppressants, either Essek's heat will be quick and hard... or prolonged and intense. But in no world does Revel think this will be easy on the omega. He shudders as slick heat closes around his fingers and he leans lower, nuzzling and biting along Essek's neck. The scent there is heady and his teeth graze the sensitive flesh.

"You're dying for it, aren't you? You must be if you came all the way over here to grind on my ass." His tail lashes and he bites Essek's earlobe. "I started to wonder when you had to start rubbing one out at night. I mean, we all need a little relief, but... you've been so uptight."

He cups his hand until the palm and heel can offer pressure where Essek needs it.

There's an undeniable whine at the back of his throat as those fingers slide against his wet, sensitive sex. Revel finally comes closer and Essek wraps arms around those strong shoulders, legs spreading wide to accommodate him. He's given up on trying to hold in the breathy sounds that nearly every touch against hyper-sensitive skin elicits, but it also means that he doesn't hold back digging nails into the rogue's body.

"Trust me," he shudders out, rolling narrow hips into that accommodating palm, "I was hoping it wouldn't have to be you."

His dark thighs are already slick, glistening wetly in dim firelight. All of his body feels too sensitive and still aching to be touched, devoured, taken.

"Fuck..."

"Tsk," he clucks when Essek makes that confession. "You could do far worse."

Revel would really love to spend more time teasing, but being on top of Essek like this is wearing him down. Maybe if he weren't going into heat. Maybe if Revel hadn't been listening to Essek suffer for the last few nights, catching his scent while he tried to relieve himself.

He makes a quiet, frustrated sound and pulls his fingers free. But then he's sliding down, pushing Essek's thighs up so that he can run his tongue along Essek's folds, burying it to try to taste as deep as he can. As badly as he wants to bury his cock and rut until Essek is begging him, he indulges himself with this first. It's been a while since he got to enjoy an omega in heat. They're going to wreck his bedroll, but he is so far from caring now.

Revel lifts his head just enough to catch Essek's small cock in his mouth, giving a firm suck.

The fingers aren't enough. He's aching to be filled, stretched, almost painfully so. When Revel pulls away Essek assumes it's to pull out his cock to mount, but is instead met with the velvety sensation of his tongue, and every nerve seems to further light aflame. He cries out, legs opening wider and one hand curling around a ribbed horn while the other buries in dark hair.

"Oh-"

Thoughts of the tiefling's cock have far from left, but they're at least momentarily distracted. The drow writhes against the roughspun blanket, and when Revel's warm mouth finds his achingly hard, diminutive cock, it's enough to trigger his first small orgasm. Little spurts of pleasure barely more than what had already been weeping from the sweet head coat the teasing tongue.

Gods, that's satisfying. Revel digs his nails against Essek's hip when he feels the drow's cock throb in his mouth. He lifts his head, eyes practically glowing as he hovers over Essek.

"You sweet thing," he purrs. He wants to keep doing this. "I could stay down here for hours."

He wants this omega absolutely begging. He wants to watch Essek unravel after all this time on the road seeing him wound so tight. And maybe he would spend his night with his head between Essek's thighs if the wizard weren't going so hard into heat.

Revel crawls higher and grabs Essek's chin, holding him still for a slick, messy kiss. His cock, still trapped in his trousers, grinds against the man beneath him. The tiefling voices a frustrated growl and reaches down to shove at the fabric, trying to get it out of his way.

It's only a temporary relief, a brief release of pressure, for nearly as soon as Revel finishes sucking him clean and leans away, it begins to build again. The heat-fueled arousal spurred even more by the thought of a dark, horned head buried between his legs, of that tongue stroking and delving and sucking him to climax over and over and over again.

"That won't satisfy me," Essek reminds him, voice thready with want and abruptly cut off when Revel's wet mouth descends with his own taste on his lips. He trembles, sinking back again and clawing at his clothes.

Between the two of them they manage, and without sparing a moment to even stare, he reaches to wrap his hand around the stiffening member, stroking impatiently to get him fully hard.

He acts without thinking. As soon as Essek gets his hands on his cock, Revel bites him. It isn't hard, but his pointed canines dig against Essek's neck as his hips move, pushing into those perfect hands. It takes very little to get the tiefling fully hard, not with the way Essek's scent is filling his senses. Little ridges line the length of his cock, following the top line from the head to base. There is the faintest swell and he growls again as Essek's hand strokes over it.

Revel reaches down to get hold of his cock, guiding it against Essek's slit.

"I'll take care of you," he rumbles, and he makes it sound like a promise. Revel braces himself against the ground, intent on watching Essek's face as he finally pushes in. Somewhere, a more rational part of his mind suggests he could have taken a little more time to get the drow ready, but--he feels plenty ready to Revel. Slick and tight and hot as Revel stretches him, trying to bottom out in a single, smooth thrust.

The sharp prick of teeth take the edge off for a moment. Essek hisses, hand tightening for a moment on Revel's cock while the other fists hard in dark hair. He doesn't pull him away, but threat is there.

The stiffening ridges against his palm make Essek finally look down. The sight of that pretty cock twists his need into a tighter coil, forces a greedy groan from his lips as he imagines it. In his mouth, in his cunt, in his ass - he'd let Revel take him however he wanted, at this point, so long as he'd have him.

And then -

"yes--"

His entrance is so slick, so wet, that he doesn't need further prep. True, it's been months - years - since he's experienced his heat this intensely. Months and months since any alpha has mounted him. But Revel pushes in with one smooth thrust and Essek feels his body mold around around him, greedy and eager. He cries out, pitched and wavering. Legs wrap around the tiefling's waist and arms around his neck and their hips press together.

"Revel," he breathes, soft and pleading. "Please-"

"Sssh," he hushes as he nuzzles Essek's pale hair. "I know."

His hand slides along Essek's thigh, nails dragging as he grinds against the drow, barely even pulling out at all. Revel savors that feeling. It's been a while since he's been with an omega that's actually in heat.

"You're not going to let me sleep tonight, are you?" There's a grin in his voice as he finally draws back more to give Essek a more satisfying thrust. He nudges his nose against a flushed cheek.

Eventually, Revel has mercy. It's easy to build up to a rhythm, something hard enough that the sound of skin against skin punctuates needy pants. And that slick friction actually shuts Revel up for a moment as he gets wrapped up in that feeling.

Neither of them will sleep tonight. Revel will fuck him until they're both spent, and if his heat isn't satisfied, Essek will be back on him within an hour.

But he can't answer that just now, his voice taken over by relieved moans and soft, audible pants with every thrust that Revel gives him. The ridges of his cock drag maddeningly against the sensitive skin of his folds, the long, slightly curved shaft fitting into the sheath of his body almost like it was made for it.

A second micro-orgasm waves through him, little dollops of seedless semen shooting from his much smaller cock once more to land somewhere on their stomachs, glistening against dark skin.

"More-" Nails scrape down Revel's back, dig into his ass as Essek adjusts, trying to get him deeper.

Revel's nails dig against Essek's thigh as as his cunt tightens around him with the next wave of release. He arches into the sharp drag down his back and he might have laughed again if his voice didn't escape in a deeper moan. He pushes as close as he can and he grabs at his blankets, trying to stuff them beneath the small of Essek's back to improve the angle, to get as deep as he possibly can.

He lets go of Essek's leg to push his arm beneath the wizard's shoulders. Revel runs his lips along the shell of Essek's ear, nipping as he gets toward the lobe, where he bites. He mutters curses and praise, hot and breathless against Essek's ear. He fucks the drow harder, feeling a rush when he realizes the bump near the base of his cock is starting to swell. Damn. But he can't even conceive of pulling out and so he chases that feeling instead.

Sharp teeth nip at Essek's ear again.

"Tell me right now if you want me to pull out," he growls, voice tight as the knot swells more. Not so much that he has to stop, but. Soon.

"No."

Emphatically, breathlessly. His legs around Revel's waist tighten as though he actually had the strength to hold him inside. The teeth against his ear are nearly as maddening as the cock thrusting hard and fast and so so so good into him. Revel seems to fill him almost perfectly, especially as that knot at the base begins to fill out, stretching Essek's hole even more. The most needy, base part of his mind that fuels the heat seems to kick even more into overdrive at the sensation, making him slicker, eager, ready to receive and be joined with a fully formed alpha.

"Stay inside me-"

Gods, that is a sweet thing to hear.

"How could I deny you?" He manages to purr it, breathless as he is. Revel digs his nails - almost claws - against Essek's thigh, holding tight to him when that tension snaps. He growls, bites at the drow again as he pushes deep and stays there. The knot swells, keeping him right where he is as he comes.

His hand moves from Essek's thigh, sliding between their bodies to rub and stroke the omenga's small cock, as if he needs any more help. But Revel wants to feel him go tight again, some base instinct demanding that he be sure they're as locked together as they can be. And, maybe, he just thoroughly enjoys the look on Essek's face as he gets off.

With that final hard push he cries out, shivers, as Revel locks within him. Maddeningly aroused, the scent of Revel's sex mingles beautifully with his own, thick and warm that Essek can nearly taste it on his tongue.

It doesn't take more than a few strokes to coax another small orgasm from his cock, sticky white slicking the tiefling's hand and adding to the mess on their bodies. The drow whines softly, brows knit in pleasure, his body clenching around the cock sealed and seated inside. They are one, now. His skin tingles with the brink of orgasm, with ready acceptance for what is about to come next, and what could come. It would be so easy for Revel to bond and claim him, if he wanted.

"Revel-" he gasps again, clinging tightly to hair and skin and horn.

"I'm here, darling," he coos as Essek grabs onto him. He's catching his breath and he grins, lightly tugging at the grip on his horn, though he makes no real attempt to get free. Even if Essek lets go, he isn't going anywhere for a while.

Revel grinds lazily against the wizard. He can't pull out, but that doesn't mean he can't move at all. The little bit of friction feels good. He strokes his fingers through Essek's hair and tugs his head back, leaving that lovely throat exposed for biting and kissing. He can feel that pull to mark, claim. But he can't, can he? Not the way he'd like to.

He lowers his weight more, bracing on his elbows to let their bodies press together from hips to chest.

"Do you still need something?" He's clear-headed enough to tease. Thank the gods for small mercies.

Revel is thick and locked inside, filling every inch. With his throat exposed, Essek whines softly, pulse racing with anticipation through every part of him. Yes yes yes he almost says, nails digging hard into whatever skin is beneath them. There's just enough of him left to fight against the impulsive desire to be claimed, mated. Even as every inch of skin tingles with the want of it.

Essek tightens his body around the swollen cock, rolls his hips impatiently to bring him just that last inch deeper.

"Fuck--" he seethes, toes curling. "Give me your seed-"

Revel grins against Essek and lifts his head to graze his teeth over the tip of a pointed ear, then down along the shell until he can nip at the lobe, careful of jewelry. The dig of nails against him just urges that feeling. He sighs and grinds as close as he can get as Essek tries to push against him. The shift and tensing of muscle earns a quiet growl as he comes, giving the drow exactly what he's begging for.

His free hand slides up, catching Essek's jaw to turn his head, allowing Revel to silence him with a kiss. He licks into the other man's mouth, moans quietly at the taste of him. Revel's tail twines around one of Essek's legs, as if to make sure they are well and truly locked together.

When he breaks the kiss, that sharp grin reappears and he strokes his fingers back into Essek's hair.

"Better?" he purrs, a bit smug and certainly breathless. At best, this will have taken the edge off. He knows it'll only be a matter of time.

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