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He’s done it again.
Neuvillette’s hair is tied in a high ponytail with a blue ribbon, but that’s not what’s troubling Wriothesley.
It’s Neuvillette’s porcelain neck, blushed pink from traveling from the Palais Mermonia, completely exposed for Wriothesley to stare daggers into.
How badly he wants to ruin the perfect skin, cover it and bite marks and bruises, feel its warmth under his tongue-
“Wriothesley.”
Neuvillette’s pretty face is twisted into concern, his hands fidgeting just barely.
Wriothesley’s hand is dumbly on the door to his office, and he shakes his head as if the reverie could simply be peeled off like the stickers Sigewinne puts on his boxing gloves.
“I’m sorry, Monsieur. Come in.”
The Iudex blinked once or twice before hesitantly finding himself a seat and slipping off his gloves. Wriothesley closed the door, and somewhere in his subconscious, locked it. He joined Neuvillette on the couch.
“Glad you could come,” he remarked with a smile. Neuvillette simply nodded and reached towards the table for the tea Wriothesley had prepared. In the back of his mind, he heard Lady Furina cackle….
Wriothesley was content to watch Neuvillette drink, studying his facial expressions as he assessed the taste of the tea. Sigewinne had specially collected the water from Avidya Forest.
The hydro dragon seemed lost in thought as he licked his lips. “This tea is very flowery,” was his final statement.
Wriothesley chuckled and reached for a cup himself. “Avidya Forest,” he explained, crossing his legs. Neuvillette nodded. “I could tell that this water was from Sumeru.” He mused and added, “Sobek Oasis has a particularly enjoyable flavor, though a bit salty.”
Wriothesley quickly made a mental note to collect water from Sobek Oasis for their next time having tea.
The pair downed the tea after a few minutes and moved on to small talk and reports, a new court case, melusine welfare ..
And then it fucking happened.
Neuvillette pulled his hair over his shoulder, and Wriothesley had a full view of the hydro dragon's neck.
His resolve shattered, Wriothesley reached a scarred hand up to Neuvillette’s neck, stroking the skin he found with his thumb. A blush sat on Neuvillette’s cheeks, but he didn’t seem to be resisting.
In fact, he was leaning into the touch.
Wriothesley turned on the couch to face Neuvillette. He drank in the sight of the Iudex with his skin flushed pink, biting his bottom lip, and those blue thingies that rested on top of his hair glowing.
Shakily, Wriothesley raised his other hand to match and cradled Neuvillette’s neck on both sides. Also shakily: “Is this okay?”
Neuvillette seemed to bite his lip harder and nodded. “Please, your Grace…” His voice trailed off with a sigh as Wriothesley leaned into the Iudex’s neck, looking up at him through as lashes as if to ask for permission. Neuvillette pulled aside his collar and muttered another “please”.
With that, Wriothesley’s trepidation vanished. He sank his canines into the soft flesh of Neuvillette’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to his collarbone. He sucked a mark into Neuvillette’s skin with a resounding pop, and looked up to see the effect of his work.
The Iudex was already breathing quicker, and Wriothesley could hear the rapid beating of his heart. “Shirt off?” Wriothesley said, the end lilting into a question. Neuvillette nodded, and, so unlike his usual composed self, tore at his clothes until they came off and threw them who knows where across the room.
With his newfound view of the expanse of Neuvillette’s chest, Wriothesley immediately went back down to suck a pink nipple into his mouth, leaving a hot, wet trail with his tongue all the way back up to Neuvillette’s neck.
Wriothesley relished in the shivers it sent up Neuvillette’s spine, and small sounds he never thought possible were drawn from his throat.
“Fuck, sweetness…you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this..”
Wriothesley clearly saw Neuvillette stiffen, and he smirked wolfishly.
“Every time I’ve seen your slutty little neck. So many times during business meetings and trials I was thinking about nothing but railing you.”
Neuvillette arched his back and groaned, “Please do..”
Wriothesley smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind Neuvillette’s ear. He tugged down on the waistline of Neuvillette’s pants and pulled out his aching cock.
It was flushed pink at the tip and already leaking precum. Wriothesley chuckled and lapped at his slit, “So needy..”
He felt Neuvillette’s hand digging into his hair, nails scraping his scalp, and heard a cry of, “Please!”
With that, Wriothesley lowered himself in front of Neuvillette’s cock. He took the head into his mouth, letting the heavy tip rest on his tongue, before moving up slowly to take in more of his length.
To be honest, the Duke was somewhat surprised by the size of Neuvillette. The rest of the man was fairly small and dainty.
Just as he was thinking this, Wriothesley felt the Iudex’s tip hit the back of his throat. He felt spit dripping down his chin as he messily slobbered all over Neuvillette’s cock, enjoying the little shudders and groans it brought out of the Chief Justice.
Having gotten used to the size of his shaft, the Duke started moving his mouth up and down Neuvillette’s cock, threateningly close to removing his mouth at the tip, before shoving it back down his throat.
This pace quickened until both were sweating, and Wriothesley felt a burning sensation at the back of his throat.
The little sounds being coaxed out of Neuvillette turned into loud moans as he got close. Wriothesley felt the grip on his hair tighten, nails digging ever deeper, as the Iudex practically shouted, “Wriothesley!”
The Duke pulled himself off the Iudex with another wet pop, and Neuvillette came on his face.
Wriothesley pulled himself up, holding Neuvillette by the waist to ease him through his orgasm. He used his sleeve to wipe his face and chuckled.
“How many rounds can you last?”
Neuvillette threw his head back and covered his mouth with his arm. Wriothesley seized his wrist and whispered in his ear; “I wanna hear you, sweetness.”
Against his own groin, Wriothesley felt Neuvillette’s tired cock harden once more. He seized it in his hands as he kissed Neuvillette, letting him get a taste of himself.
Wriothesley bit down hard on Neuvillette’s bottom lip until he felt pinpricks of blood, and lapped them up with his tongue. His tongue then dove into the Iudex’s mouth, exploring the ridges of his nonhuman canines.
They parted for a desperate moment, both panting for air, and Wriothesley continued to palm up and down the length of Neuvillette’s cock. “Let me fill you up, Neuvillette.”
“Archons, Wriothesley, please… please do..”
His string of pleas were cut off once again with a kiss, and his tongue traced Wriothesley’s lips, getting an aftertaste of himself.
Wriothesley reached over with great difficulty to the cabinet next to the couch, which contained a half empty bottle of lube. At the sight, Neuvillette’s eyes and pupils widened. “Wriothesley…”
“After every trial,” Wriothesley replied. Neuvillette gasped and Wriothesley planted a quick kiss on his lips.
Wriothesley generously oiled up two fingers and parted Neuvillette to plunge into him. Neuvillette bit his now kiss-bruised bottom lip once more, and locked his legs behind Wriothesley’s back for easier access.
Wriothesley smiled at the thought that the Iudex was just as needy as him, had also had fantasies, he wasn’t alone in his longing…
The Duke relinquished these thoughts to hone in on the now very audible sounds he drew out of Neuvillette; each time he hit what he was learning to be the Iudex’s best spot.
“Wriothesley… You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of this….Of indulging in you… “
To hear his own thoughts confirmed out loud, Wriothesley’s cock grew harder and he gained a new fervor. He quickly lubed up his cock and aligned it with Neuvillette’s puffy, pink hole; and plunged in the entirety of his length in one go.
Neuvillette clenched his teeth, and Wriothesley paused. He carefully observed the Iudex’s face, giving him time to adjust and relax. Once he was breathing steadily again, he slowly pulled out half of his length, and plunged it back into Neuvillette’s G-spot.
Wriothesley’s pace grew faster, and the intensity of his thrusts greater, with each beautiful sound and reaction he pulled from Neuvillette. He drank in the sight of Neuvillette, usually so prim and proper, disheveled like this, as if he were a parched man.
The Duke’s office, in what was supposed to be a casual business meeting, was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against each other, and crazed grunts as Wriothesley came close to finishing.
“Neuvillette, sweetness…”
The Iudex nodded in response.
Wriothesley snapped their hips together one final time as he came in Neuvillette, finally.
For a few moments, the two lay there, panting, regaining their breath, until Wriothesley grabbed Neuvillette by the waist and carefully pulled him onto his lap on the couch.
Defeated, Neuvillette leaned his head back onto Wriothesley’s chest, and he chuckled.
“I love you. I have for a long time,” Wriothesley began, words spilling from his lips.
Neuvillette turned his head to look up at Wriothesley from his place on his chest, and kissed his jaw. “I love you too,” he replied, smiling.
“May I help clean you up?” Wriothesley asked, gesturing to the bathroom connected to his room. The Iudex nodded, and, loathingly, pulled off Wriothesley’s cock. A trail of seed followed, leaking from Neuvillette’s hole.
Wriothesley paused to look at Neuvillette’s clothes, strewn about his office, some probably stained. He cleared his throat. “Ahem. Sorry about your clothes, your Honor. I can have them replaced.”
Neuvillette laughed and said with a teasing glint in his eye, “Still so formal, your Grace?”
Wriothesley realized that, yeah, speaking so formally to the Iudex after dicking him down was pretty absurd.
He scoffed and suddenly picked Neuvillette up, bridal style.
“Your Grace?!”
“I assume you can’t exactly walk to the bathroom on your own.”
Neuvillette flushed and wrapped his arms around Wriothesley’s neck, burying his face in his chest.
Wriothesley carefully laid Neuvillette in the bathtub, removed his offending clothes, and ran the water.
He settled down in the bathtub next to Neuvillette, who was fussing with his hair.
Wriothesley stroked his chin. “Were you trying to provoke me earlier? With your hair up?”
The Iudex paused and met Wriothesley’s eyes. There was that mischievous glint again. “Maybe,” he replied with a smile on his lips.