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There were a great many things that Wriothesley could fantasize over when it came to Neuvillette. Though they met about as often as they could, it wasn't nearly often enough for him, and at many of those meetings they actually did have to get down to business and not just fuck like horny teenagers on the nearest surface.
It was around once a week that they managed to find the time in their schedules to do so, and due to the hurried nature of the majority of said meetings, they only occasionally had time to experiment.
So it was that two and a half months passed into their relationship and they had only scratched the surface of what they might do together. Often enough, it was a quick fuck in the ass just to satisfy the two of them. Sometimes more. Sometimes Wriothesley shoved his cock into Neuvillette's vent. Sometimes Neuvillette put his fingers in Wriothesley's pussy, but always with gloves on. He was worried about the claws and the scales, Wriothesley was sure, despite the fact that he very obviously kept his claws on that hand trimmed for that very purpose. But oh, how Wriothesely fantasized about that scaly hand inside him.
Neuvillette never put more than three fingers in him, but surely by now he could easily fit four, and he wondered how those scales would feel against him on the inside, rubbing up against the back of his cock. He wondered other things, too. About the sounds Neuvillette might make if he wore a strap-on and fucked it hard and deep into his vent. If he pulled on his rhinophores at the same time.
What Neuvillette might do if Wriothesley tried to shove him down and ride him, to take control. Would he fight back? Would he force Wriothesley down beneath him and make him take his cock instead, snarling and clawing and biting?
And what would Neuvillette do if Wriothesley told him his most hidden desire of all? To kneel at Neuvillette's feet. To be collared and leashed. To have Neuvillette sitting before him, cane in hand, telling him in the voice he used in court to be a good boy. A good dog.
But most of his fantasies involved a much more straightforward desire. Something he knew they both wanted but hadn't dared act upon just yet. Neuvillette's ovipositor in Wriothesley's pussy.
It was to this fantasy that Wriothesley most often masturbated. When he woke up horny in the morning, when he was horny at night before he fell asleep, and when he was suddenly unfortunately horny in the middle of the day, like he was right now.
There was a dildo in his bedroom, approximately the size and shape of Neuvillette's ovipositor. He'd finally given in and purchased it a few weeks ago, but he had yet to tell Neuvillette. At first, he couldn't get it comfortably inside him, but then... slowly but surely, he had worked on easing himself open more and more. Just a few days ago, he had surprised himself when he slid it in and not only did it fill him perfectly, it felt remarkably good. He'd come shortly after that, barely even had time to fuck himself with it. He hadn't tried it again since, but the memory of it burned bright in his mind and with it a vital piece of knowledge.
He could take Neuvillette's cock. He could almost definitely take Neuvillette's cock.
He couldn't get his work done. He couldn't stop thinking about it. He was wet between his thighs while he sat at his desk, and not even the music helped. Nothing at all could chase away the images behind his eyes of Neuvillette pushing him down and shoving that beautiful cock inside him, fucking him just the way he'd dreamed about.
He had no meetings today. There was no need to go down to the Production Zone. Sigewinne was busy with patients and Wriothesley had already checked in with her earlier. It was getting into the evening now, and he had the entire rest of the day to himself.
So... why not? Why not masturbate in his office? He'd done it before. It was his office. Sure, someone could knock on the door at any time, but that was a little enticing, wasn't it?
He would just not strip entirely. Just in case something came up.
Unhooking his coat, he spread it out across the couch and laid down on top of it, shoving his trousers and briefs down around his thighs. Then he closed his eyes, exhaled, spread his legs and put his fingers on his cock.
He was already hard, and that was no surprise at all. It wasn't like he needed to rub himself to get going, he was already going. Fuck, just the image of Neuvillette conjured in his mind had him going.
He was so hot. He was so unfairly hot. Wriothesley had jacked himself off to thoughts of Neuvillette for years, but it had always felt horribly shameful. He'd gotten off on the shame too, but now... now they were together, now they were... whatever it was they were to each other.
His mate. Neuvillette had called him his mate, but only once, only the first time, and fuck Wriothesley wanted him to do it again. To growl it into his ear, his voice all soft and deep, to whisper it to him as he fucked him.
Breath all caught in his chest, heart pounding, skin flushed, Wriothesley dipped his fingers lower to feel at his hole, to feel how wet he was. And oh, he was so wet. The slick coated the lips of his pussy, and he rubbed his fingers over the entrance, letting out a shuddering sigh. And then he pushed his fingers in.
He made himself take three at once, just to see if he could take it, moaning when they slid in nice and easy. As he fucked himself, the squelching sound was obscene, and he lifted his legs a little, tried to twist his fingers in deeper. He should have grabbed the dildo from his bedroom. He wished he had. Maybe he should have just gone to his bedroom in the first place instead of trying to do this here on the couch, but there was no helping it now unless he stopped and got up which he did not want to do. He wasn't so desperate as to stumble across his office with his pants halfway down just to get a cock in him. He was not that desperate.
Wriothesley whimpered as he managed to slide his fingers a little deeper, biting his lip. He imagined that those fingers were Neuvillette's. And then he imagined that those fingers were Neuvillette's cock. Pushing inside him, the head pressing up against that spot where he was all sensitive.
He gasped, whimpered, grabbed the couch cushions with his other hand, grabbed his own coat. And what if it was not his coat, but Neuvillette's robes he was laying on? If it was Neuvillette's bed he was in? Surrounded by his scent, Neuvillette pushing his thighs back, telling him what a good boy he was as he eased his cock in deeper.
He was tense. He was on the verge of orgasm. He—
There was a knock at the door.
Wriothesley froze. His eyes went wide. He tore his fingers out of himself and shoved them into his mouth. Fuck, what kind of timing was that? Seriously?
"Ugh," he managed as he forced himself to sit up, flustered and hurried. Okay, okay, it was fine. He would just. Finish that later.
Getting to his feet despite being a little shaky, he tugged his pants up, buttoned them closed, went to the railing and placed one hand casually upon it, peering down. "What is it?" he called, hoping he sounded more irritated than strained. "I'm busy."
He was busy all right.
Thankfully, the door opened only a crack, enough for one of his guards to peer in. "Apologies for disturbing you, Your Grace," he said, and he sounded... alarmed. "You have an unexpected visitor."
Well, fuck.
Wriothesley let out a slow sigh, scrubbing one hand back through his hair. Who could that be? The Traveler maybe? Well, if so that would be... fine. He didn't think the Traveler would judge him for looking a little out of sorts. Not too much, anyway.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"It is... the Chief Justice, Your Grace."
Wriothesley went dead quiet. His fingers tightened on the railing.
"It was my understanding that the Chief Justice was in court right now."
"Well, Your Grace," the guard continued, clearly casting nervous glances over his shoulder. "He is here. And he has asked to speak with you."
What timing. What fucking timing. And he was so torn, torn between snapping at the guard to tell Neuvillette to come back later like some passive-aggressive housewife, and hauling Neuvillette in here and just getting on his knees right then and there.
Instead, he went for a cool, collected middle ground.
"Send him in," he said, like it was no problem. No problem at all.
The guard vanished and a moment later the door opened wider as Neuvillette stepped inside. He closed the door behind him, and Wriothesley didn't miss that he locked it.
He was still dressed, as he always was, in his full regalia, even his cane poised perfectly at his side. Wriothesley sucked in a quiet breath at the sight of him.
"I thought you were in court," he said, by way of greeting.
Neuvillette looked up at him, his eyes as sharp as ever, and Wriothesley leaned back a little from the railing, enough that Neuvillette wouldn't be able to see him clearly.
"I was," Neuvillette said. "However, the trial set to take place at the moment was postponed. And thus, I found myself with additional time on my hands. As I was already at the Opera Epiclese, I thought I might pay you a visit. I... apologize if I've caused you any trouble by coming here unannounced. I'm sure you must be busy." He turned his head, looking like he was about ready to turn right around and tear back out of the room.
Wriothesley softened. If anything, he didn't want Neuvillette to feel bad for coming to see him. "It's no trouble," he promised, and then added quietly, "I always want to see you, Neuvillette. Come up here, I'll make some tea."
He tore himself away from the railing, turning his back to the stairs to start making a new pot of tea. Every click of Neuvillette's cane made his cock twitch, and he frankly had no idea what to do about it. He just... made the tea. Busied himself with it.
When Neuvillette reached the top of the stairs, he came to stand before Wriothesley's desk, not seeming to know what to do with himself. Still, Wriothesley could hear the distinct sound of Neuvillette inhaling as though he smelled something particularly interesting. Was his sense of smell stronger than a human's? Wriothesley had never thought to ask.
Finally, he made himself turn around. "Once the water is hot, we can have some. It's this new blend Sigewinne found for me, you have got to try it."
"Wriothesley," Neuvillette said, patient, always so patient until his instincts got the better of him and he wasn't. And oh how Wriothesley loved when he wasn't, but he really shouldn't be thinking about that right now. "Is everything all right?"
Wriothesley blinked at him. "Of course," he said, because he couldn't say, I was jacking off to the thought of you shoving your cock in me minutes before you arrived. He couldn't say that. Right? Wouldn't it be... weird? Or would Neuvillette like it? Fuck. He had no idea.
Neuvillette approached him and Wriothesley froze. Cool gloved fingers pressed to the top of Wriothesley's trousers and he sucked in a breath. He had forgotten to tuck his shirt back in. Gently, Neuvillette's fingers slipped beneath the edge of his shirt and found his skin, brushing him so lightly Wriothesley very nearly moaned.
"Your Grace," Neuvillette muttered, almost amused. "You seem as though you are somewhat..." he trailed off, perhaps unable to find the right word. Wriothesley did not move. Did not speak. He didn't trust himself. "Are you certain everything is all right? That I am not intruding?"
"Intruding?" Wriothesley blinked, his voice only a little hoarse. "Never. Never, Neuvillette."
"Wriothesley," Neuvillette said, more a gentle warning this time, and it was a tone that made the arousal curl tight in his belly. "You are acting very strangely."
"Am I?"
"Yes."
Neuvillette's eyes were on him. And fuck, he couldn't keep this up. He was either going to admit what he'd done, or he was going to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness for no reason, or he was going to kiss him.
"I—" he began, but the words got all caught in his throat.
Neuvillette moved just a little closer. He didn't kiss him. He merely leaned in, let their breath mingle, and Wriothesley found he couldn't move, couldn't breathe.
"The entire room smells of your arousal, Wriothesley," Neuvillette said, voice pitched low, and Wriothesley shuddered. "I could smell you from the moment I walked in. You cannot hide it from me. You are drenched in it. Your trousers are rumpled. Your coat is on the couch. And you are acting very strangely. So tell me." His voice was a low growl now. "Was there someone else with you? Or were you alone?"
"What?" Wriothesley jerked back, shocked. "Someone else?" Did Neuvillette seriously think that? "No, never, of course not." He put his hands on Neuvillette's cheeks, met his eyes. "Only you, sweetheart, it's only ever you. I could never, never be with someone else and I would never do that to you." Not only because if he did, Neuvillette would probably kill that person. And, frankly, him as well. But he did love Neuvillette being possessive over him. It only made him wetter, if that was even possible.
Neuvillette seemed to relax somewhat, glancing to the side. "No, of course not. I don't know why I— I apologize for jumping to unnecessary conclusions."
"It's all right." Wriothesley smiled at him. He should tell him. He should tell him, if only to assuage him, and he leaned a little closer, pressing their foreheads together. "Do you want to know the truth?"
"Yes," Neuvillette said, sounding more curious than anything.
"I've been wanting you so bad, baby." Neuvillette growled quietly again at that pet name. Wriothesley chose to ignore it. "I've been masturbating all the time, thinking about you. That was all."
"That was all?" Neuvillette asked, his gaze lidded, and he gently took Wriothesley's wrist in one hand, his grip firm. "And that's what you were doing when I arrived?"
"Yes," Wriothesley admitted, hushed.
Neuvillette still did not kiss him. He only began to step forward, forcing Wriothesley to move back. "And what were you thinking about, so intently that it filled your office with the scent of your desire? It is thick, Wriothesley. I have rarely smelled you so strongly outside of our coupling."
Wriothesley sucked in a breath. So, that was why he'd jumped to that conclusion then... he'd thought Wriothesley was actively having sex. Was it really that strong? Fuck.
"Answer me, Wriothesley," Neuvillette rumbled, cane clicking against the floor as he moved forward until Wriothesely felt the couch hitting the backs of his calves and he was sweating buckets.
He swallowed. "I... was putting my fingers in my. In my pussy. And imagining that it was your cock."
The look that came across Neuvillette's face was something of desire, and something of surprise. "Is that so?" he breathed.
Wriothesley nodded. "I bought a... a dildo," he continued. Neuvillette began to growl again but this time, unmistakably, in lust. "To help open myself. It's big, like you, and. I managed it, the other day, and I couldn't stop thinking about it, about you—"
Neuvillette let go of his wrist to grab his hair, twisting it between his fingers, tugging Wriothesley's head back as he studied him. "You wanted me so badly that you bought a dildo in the shape of me?" he whispered. "You could have sent for me, Wriothesley."
"I—" Wriothesley swallowed. "I just wanted to play it safe. I wanted to know if I even could, before I asked you. And it's so hard for us to see each other, and—"
Neuvillette kissed him. He finally kissed him, hard but somehow sweet, and Wriothesley melted into it, grabbing him by his robes, dragging him closer.
"I apologize," Neuvillette whispered against his lips, gentling his fingers through his thick hair. "I fear I've been neglecting you." Wriothesley shook his head, but Neuvillette pressed on. "It is a fear I've held in my chest for some time. That you might seek the comfort of another, though I know logically you would not. It is more that... someone else might have more time for you. Might be able to treat you better than I—"
Wriothesley cut him off with another kiss, dragging him closer still, getting one hand into his hair, shoving his hips up against Neuvillette's and rubbing against him. "No," he gasped, parting just enough to speak. "No, trust me, no. Never. I never want anyone else. I don't care about your schedule, I don't. No one else can satisfy me like you can. No one else is as good as you, I—"
He broke off, any further words caught in his throat. He only stared into Neuvillette's eyes and tried to breathe.
Neuvillette, too, seemed utterly speechless. And then he muttered, very quietly, "I would not want anyone else, either. For what it is worth. I meant what I said when I told you that you are very special, Wriothesley."
"You called me your mate," he blurted out. Neuvillette blinked. "The first time. And then you stopped. Why?"
Neuvillette let out a low, thoughtful thrum. He almost tried to pull away, but Wriothesley tightened his grip, held him there against him.
"I felt it was perhaps too much. Something I said in the heat of the moment. It was... too soon."
"It wasn't." Wriothesley shook his head. "We've wanted each other for years, Neuvillette. I only want you more, now. I want this."
Neuvillette blinked at him, eyes wide. And then he leaned in, teasing Wriothesley's lower lip with his fangs. "You wish to be my mate, Wriothesley?" he breathed, parting his lips a little further.
"Yes," Wriothesley gasped against him.
"Being the mate of a dragon is no simple matter," Neuvillette warned.
"I don't care," Wriothesley muttered against his lips. "I want it. I'm already yours, I swore I was yours. You claimed me. Call me your mate, Neuvillette. Make me your mate."
Neuvillette snarled at that, nostrils flaring, and he vanished his cane in a flurry of Hydro to wrap his arm around Wriothesley instead, to drag him close, leaned down and sunk his teeth into his neck.
Wriothesley shuddered in his arms, hard, wet, flushed. "Please," he found himself moaning. Fuck, he was so hot, the arousal burning in him.
"Clothes," Neuvillette snapped, dragging his teeth out of Wriothesley's neck. "Off. All of them."
Wriothesley had never stripped so fast in his life. His fingers flew across every button as Neuvillette kissed and licked and bit at every inch of skin he bared, across his neck and collarbones, his shoulders, his chest, tasting his skin, dragging across his scars.
He wrestled his waistcoat and shirt from his shoulders, arching his bare chest up against Neuvillette, offering him his neck to kiss, to drag his fangs against sensitive skin. Beneath those touches, Wriothesley moaned, and Neuvillette slid gloved hands across his chest, over his ribs and down his back, emitting a quiet, pleased purr.
"Will you strip, too?" Wriothesley asked, hopeful, leaning up for a kiss.
Neuvillette pressed their mouths together, rumbled quietly in thought and then said, "Yes."
They broke apart only long enough for Wriothesley to take off his boots and his trousers, and for Neuvillette to remove his robes, his shirt, his spats. His gloves. Wriothesley watched that with intense interest, nearly drooling as Neuvillette tugged them off, revealing all those shimmering scales, and set them aside.
When he was mostly bare and Wriothesley was entirely naked, Neuvillette turned his eyes on him again. He placed one cool palm on Wriothesley's chest and pressed him down onto the couch, onto his own coat, his head pillowed against the fluffy collar. Then Neuvillette slipped out of his own boots, and Wriothesley's fingers slid beneath the top of Neuvillette's trousers as he leaned over him, bringing their mouths together in a gentle kiss, his fangs once more brushing against Wriothesley's lips.
"You barely ever take your trousers off," Wriothesley pointed out, slipping his fingers a little further beneath the waistband, brushing his scaley hips.
"It is inconvenient," Neuvillette responded.
"Or your socks."
At that, Neuvillette smiled. "I didn't realize you cared so much about my feet, Wriothesley."
He balked and snorted but grinned regardless. "Not like that. I was just pointing it out."
Neuvillette sublty shook his head. "If you wish me as bare as you, I will strip. You need only ask."
Wriothesley gave him what he hoped was a very puppy-dog-eyed look. "Please." If they were going to do this, if they were actually going to do this, he wanted to feel all of Neuvillette against him this time.
With a quiet, indulgent sigh, Neuvillette gave in, stripping his trousers and socks at last. And while Wriothesley didn't get a good look at his feet before Neuvillette pinned him down against his coat again, he did notice that they were much the same as his hands. Scaled. So, that explained the reluctance.
"Better?" Neuvillette asked against his lips, and when Wriothesley nodded, Neuvillette kissed him.
Wriothesley tangled his fingers up into his hair, gently tugging his intricate hairpin free to set aside. He carded his fingers through the strands that fell loose, pulling him down harder. He tilted his head and opened his mouth into the kiss, let Neuvillette plunge his tongue between his lips.
When they parted to breathe, Wriothesely flushed and grinned. "Maybe... we should have gone to my bed."
Neuvillette smiled as well, kissing his cheek, his jaw. "Perhaps," he admitted. "Would you like to now?"
Wriothesley shook his head. "No," he breathed. "Anyway. I think it's kind of hot when you fuck me on the couch. And on my coat. Although I'd rather you fuck me on your clothes."
"That could be arranged," Neuvillette muttered against his skin.
"It doesn't have to be now," Wriothesley whispered back, not wanting to move. "But maybe... maybe during your rut, so I can be surrounded by you."
Neuvillette growled quietly at that, grabbing Wriothesley's thigh with his rough palm and his clawed fingers, drawing their hips closer. He kissed his way along one of the thick scars that traveled down Wriothesley's neck, and Wriothesley reached for the bow that tied Neuvillette's hair at the bottom, gently undoing it, until it fell free in a silver waterfall around them.
"Tell me what you were thinking about," Neuvillette breathed, pushing Wriothesley's thigh back further against his chest, forcing him to draw the other thigh up as well with a quiet whimper. "Before I arrived, when you were fantasizing about me."
That flush burned along Wriothesley's cheeks again, fingers brushing along Neuvillette's scalp, along the base of one rhinophore. Neuvillette turned his head into that touch, staring down at Wriothesley through intense, half-closed eyes.
"Your fingers inside me," Wriothesley muttered, because that had been the start of the fantasy. "Your bare fingers, without gloves. I know you keep your claws trimmed. I know it's... for me. But you've never... never put them in me without gloves on before."
"No," Neuvillette admitted. "I have not." And Wriothesley sucked in a breath, already feeling the sensation of Neuvillette's fingers pressing between his folds, against the entrance to his pussy. Neuvillette hissed between his teeth. "You are wet for me."
Wriothesley lifted his hips and moaned quietly as one finger slid into him, soon accompanied by a second. They pressed in together, claw tips blunted, scales rubbing against his sensitive skin, drawing a shudder and a whimper from him.
"Like this?" Neuvillette whispered against his lips. Wriothesley only nodded.
When Neuvillette pushed his fingers deeper, Wriothesley whined again. "F-fuck," he managed, shifting his hips up further, lips parted as he gasped for breath. "More. More fingers."
"More?" Neuvillette let out a quiet breath of surprise against his lips, drew his fingers out and pressed in three, sliding them all the way back in.
His fingers were so long. Longer than Wriothesley's, though the angle helped too and he rocked his hips up into that touch, breathing heavily. He could come like this he was sure, on Neuvillette's fingers alone, though that wasn't what he wanted.
"More," he breathed again, and Neuvillette let out a quiet wheeze against his throat.
"Really, Wriothesley..." Still, he tried, pushing in a fourth, and they both gasped as it slid inside him, Wriothesley moaning as he felt Neuvillette opening him up.
Neuvillette fucked him like that, watching Wriothesley's face in quiet wonder, Wriothesley pressing his hips against his hand, gasping for breath, whimpering each time Neuvillette's fingers pushed in a little deeper.
He disentangled his fingers from Neuvillette's hair, grabbed the backs of his shoulders instead, dragged his blunt nails up along his shoulder blades, over skin and patches of scales. Beneath that touch, Neuvillette shuddered, letting out a sharp exhale.
"Your cock," Wriothesley gasped, arching up against him. "I need your cock Neuvillette, I need—"
"Yes," he agreed, dragging his fangs gently across Wriothesley's throat, pressing his tongue to his pulse. "Yes."
He drew his fingers out and Wriothesley shook, moaning beneath him and slumping back down against his coat, taking a long moment to catch his breath, but oh he wanted more. He wanted cock. He needed cock. He was starved for it, for Neuvillette's. He'd imagined it for so long, wanted it for so long. Had wanted it even before they were together, but ever since, had wanted it desperately. He had been waiting for this.
He tilted his hips up, spread his legs, let Neuvillette go as he leaned back and slicked his ovipositor with Hydro. Wriothesley's eyes were wide, his breath caught in his chest as he stared down between them, and then Neuvillette met his eyes.
"Relax," he ordered. "Be good for me, Wriothesley."
Wriothesley whimpered at that and relaxed against his coat, felt that warm fluffy collar brushing his cheeks.
Neuvillette took Wriothesley's hip in one hand, holding him steady, positioning his cock with the other. He didn't ask if Wriothesley was ready. He knew. And he pushed the head up against Wriothesley's hole.
At once, Wriothesley sucked in a breath. He should have expected it but... it was so warm. Warmer than fingers, than a dildo. And he'd had Neuvillette in his ass plenty of times but not here. And then Neuvillette angled just right and the head slid inside.
Wriothesley felt his eyes roll back, his body arched. He breathed out a single harsh, "Yes," as Neuvillette began to slide into him. His ovipositor was much smoother than his other cock, softer, almost akin to a large human cock, the differences being the head of it, the color and the purpose, and it felt so good as it filled him.
"Fuck," he gasped, reaching again for Neuvillette's shoulders as he leaned over him.
"Is it good, Wriothesley?" he asked. As if he needed to.
"Fuck, yes," Wriothesley managed, digging his nails into the backs of Neuvillette's shoulders again. "Oh fuck, I want you to fuck me." He arched his hips up, and Neuvillette's gaze softened into something like mirth. He leaned down, whispering into Wriothesley's ear.
"I'm not even all the way inside you yet."
Wriothesley shuddered and moaned, lifting his hips a little higher. Neuvillette pressed down on one of his thighs again, let go of his hips and pressed on his other thigh too, digging his claws into Wriothesley's skin, drawing more gasps from his lips as his cock slid deeper and deeper.
"Fuck, Neuvillette," Wriothesley moaned. "Fuck, oh fuck you're so deep in me."
"You're doing so well, Wriothesley," Neuvillette cooed gently. "That's almost the whole thing."
"Put it in me," he gasped, a sob catching in his throat. "Just shove it in, please."
Neuvillette did, jerking his hips, slamming his cock in the last few inches, and Wriothesley just about jerked up off the couch, sobbing as he felt that blunt head shoving up against his cervix.
He trembled, whining, whimpering, and Neuvillette began to fuck him.
He was slow at first, kind and gentle. He hooked Wriothesley's ankles up over his shoulders, leaned up on his hands, and thrust into him in slow, sure strokes. Beneath him, Wriothesley melted.
It was everything he had ever wanted. What he had dreamed about for months. Neuvillette's cock, so very deep in his hot, tight pussy, though he wasn't nearly so tight now as he used to be. Neuvillette's ovipositor, filling him perfectly, fucking him so beautifully.
Leaning down over him, Neuvillette pressed their foreheads together. "Tell me what else you've imagined, Wriothesley," he coaxed, dragging his nose along Wriothesley's cheek, down to his jawline.
Wriothesley gasped for breath. His mind felt like a puddle. All he could think about was Neuvillette, Neuvillette inside him, fucking him, filling him. But there was one other thing that he couldn't deny he'd thought about extensively. "Your eggs."
"You want my eggs, Wriothesley?" Neuvillette said with an almost amused purr, and Wriothesley sobbed.
"Yes."
"How long have you been thinking about that?" Neuvillette breathed, fangs brushing the shell of his ear as he fucked into him a little harder.
"Since—" Wriothesley gasped as Neuvillette's cock thrust in particularly hard and he whined, trying to lift his hips up into it. "Since you told me about them."
"You want them that badly?" He didn't seem to be able to believe it, and he thrust into him a little harder still.
"Yes," Wriothesley sobbed again.
Neuvillette let out a low growl, lifted one hand and pressed it down over Wriothesley's stomach. Wriothesley whimpered at the pressure, and Neuvillette started up a harder, faster rhythm.
"You would look so good with my eggs inside you. Your stomach filled with them. And oh, how I would fill you. To the very brim, Wriothesley. And I would help you lay them, then fill you with more."
Wriothesley trembled, moaning, whining as Neuvillette fucked him and whispered such filthy, wonderful things into his ear. He shuddered, clenched up, sobbed.
"Are you going to come, Wriothesley?" Neuvillette whispered, dragging his fangs down along his neck again. "From the thought of laying my eggs?"
"Yes," Wriothesley gasped.
"Oh, my Wriothesley." His claws curled against Wriothesley's stomach, pressing down harder as he thrust in deep. "My mate." Neuvillette growled quietly, opened his mouth and bit down, grabbed Wriothesley's hips and dragged him up against his cock, and began to rut hard and deep into him.
"Fuck," Wriothesley sobbed, "Oh fuck, fuck yes, fuck, please—"
With a muffled snarl, Neuvillette buried his cock deep inside him, hissing as he came, and at that pressure, at the sensation of being filled—not with come but with that hot, thick liquid meant to ease the insertion of his eggs—Wriothesley came hard around him.
As he clenched up, Neuvillette groaned, rutting into him again, driving both of them through their orgasms. The pleasure burned through Wriothesley's abdomen, his chest, his limbs, and he thrust his hips back against Neuvillette's in turn, dragged his fingers across his shoulders, tried to get his cock in deeper, deeper, and sobbed.
Neuvillette dug his fangs into Wriothesley's neck as he spilled, didn't let go until he'd released every drop of fluid inside them, then dragged them out and gasped, licking over the marks.
Wriothesley let out a desperate, relieved cry, grabbed at Neuvillette's hair and gasped wildly for breath.
"Oh fuck, Neuvillette," he managed to get out, swallowing hard. "Oh fuck, you're so good." Pulling at his hair, he dragged Neuvillette's lips against his own, tasted his blood on Neuvillette's fangs, pressed his tongue into his mouth and moaned.
"Wriothesley," Neuvillette growled quietly against his lips.
"Oh, that was so good," Wriothesley gasped, whimpering again. Neuvillette was still inside him and honestly, he didn't want him to pull out. Not ever.
"Wriothesley," Neuvillette repeated, more urgent. "My... my other cock."
Wriothesley blinked blearily up at him, but yes... he could feel his other cock too. It curved against the crack of his ass, hard, insistent and leaking.
"Just—" Wriothesley began, his mind a whirl of possibilities. He could of course just tell Neuvillette to shove it in his ass but... he wasn't honestly sure he could fit both cocks in him at once and there was the thought, too, that he wondered... if he could fit that larger cock in his pussy. "Pull the ovipositor out and put it in me. In my pussy."
Neuvillette blinked at him, eyes a little wide. "Are you sure?"
Wriothesley nodded. "Yes. If you can't get it all in... it's fine. I— I want you to come inside me again. With your other cock. I want you to— to breed me." He flushed. Now that... that was yet another deep desire, one he finally felt the courage to admit to. To ask for.
Neuvillette let out a slow, hissing breath that turned into a growl as he looked down at Wriothesley. He shuddered, and Wriothesley could feel it move across his body, all the way down to where their hips aligned.
"Wriothesley," Neuvillette rumbled, his hair falling down around them as he bowed his head, one clawed hand reaching up and pressing over Wriothesley's pierced nipple, claws digging into his flesh. "You want me to— breed you." The words punched out of him like he couldn't believe what Wriothesley had said. What he was hearing.
Wriothesley flushed brighter but managed a grin, trying to shrug it off. "I want your eggs in me, Neuvillette, of course I want you to—"
Neuvillette cut him off with a louder growl that was so very inhuman, Wriothesley's eyes went wide. Neuvillette's rhinophores were glowing. His eyes were glowing. And as he stared down at Wriothesley, claws sinking further into his tit until they drew blood and Wriothesley bit back a moan, Neuvillette bathed them both in that pale violet light.
"You do not realize what it is you're saying," Neuvillette ground out.
"I really think I do," Wriothesley countered, shifting his hips up where Neuvillette was still buried deep inside him. His head had cleared somewhat at least, now that the orgasm had passed. "I mean exactly what I said. You can't deny it forever." He reached up to push his fingers through Neuvillette's hair, grabbing the base of one rhinophore, and despite Neuvillette twitching and beginning to pull away, dragged him down by that rhinophore as Neuvillette groaned.
"I want," Wriothesley whispered, directly into his beautiful, sensitive, pointed ear, "you to push me down, shove your cocks in me, fill me with your eggs, and fertilize them. I want you to breed me and make me your mate, Neuvillette. I want that. I dream about it. I've wanted you for years and now that I know what you are, I want you even more."
Neuvillette gasped for breath against him, and if Wriothesley wasn't mistaken, that glow was beginning to brighten, the cock already inside him twitching, the other leaking wildly where it pressed up against the top of his ass, dripping down onto his coat, but frankly he didn't care.
"Fuck, if we decided we wanted it," he continued, because he was on a roll now and he might as well say it. "I'd bear your children, Neuvillette. I'd die before I had some human's kid, but I'd have yours. I'd incubate those eggs inside me for nine straight months if I had to and—"
With some kind of pent-up snarl, Neuvillette thrust into him hard and Wriothesley broke off, body twitching in overstimulation, his eyes closing for a moment as the breath was forced from his lungs.
"That is not how that works," Neuvillette said quietly.
"Then explain it to me later," Wriothesley insisted, "and for now, put your cock in me."
Neuvillette pushed himself up on his arms again and Wriothesley let his rhinophore go. It was only then, when he could see Neuvillette more fully, that he realized he really was glowing more. His rhinophores had extended considerably, and a pair of beautiful translucent wings flowed out from his shoulder blades and his back, tumbling out behind him, draped across the couch.
Wriothesley sucked in a breath at the sight. Neuvillette was still gripping his tit almost too hard, but it kept him pinned and he liked that. Liked being pinned beneath this absolutely gorgeous creature.
"You have no idea—" Neuvillette gasped amid sharp, heavy breaths, his fangs showing beneath his lip. "How much I— how I have longed to— to breed you, Wriothesley." He was trembling now, the glow around him, if anything, brightening. "My instincts demand it."
"Then do it," Wriothesley challenged, rolling his hips up to offer himself once more. "I'm not weak, Neuvillette. I don't need you to be careful with me. I don't want you to be careful. You can let yourself go, I can take it."
"I do not wish to hurt you," Neuvillette breathed, gaze softening.
But Wriothesley shook his head and stared right back at him, stubborn and firm. "You won't hurt me. I know what I can take, Neuvillette. I'm ready. I can take you."
Neuvillette seemed to consider that for a long moment. Then, still gasping for breath, he ducked his head, hair tumbling around them. And then he began to draw his cock out, inch by inch.
Wriothesley moaned as it pulled out of him, gasped when it popped free. Then Neuvillette was slicking his other cock with Hydro, pressing the head up against his hole before too much of the liquid he'd already spilled inside him could slip out.
"Yes," Wriothesley encouraged. "Yes." His cock began to push in and he threw his head back, lifting his hips up. "Fuck, yes."
It was big. It was big and he loved it. Loved it in his ass, but as it pushed inside he was already starting to think that maybe he loved it even more in his pussy.
The thinner head slid right inside him so easily, pushing into his slick, open hole, and he gripped Neuvillette's shoulders at the sensation. Then he felt the wider part pushing on his entrance, spreading him, and he forced himself to relax, wanting to let it in, to be filled with that thick, beautiful cock.
"Oh, please," he gasped. His body twitched, still a little oversensitive, but he was relaxed enough for it, open enough for it. "Just shove it in, just shove it in me."
Neuvillette snapped his jaws, snarling, as though fighting against the last shreds of control he had.
"Shove it in me," Wriothesley repeated, looking him dead in the eye, and Neuvillette did.
It pushed in so hard and so fast he saw stars, a sob dragged from his throat as Neuvillette's cock took him, filled him, each one of those ridges and scales sliding against his sensitive skin, the thicker middle forcing his entrance wide and then settling inside him, pressing up against the back of his cock in a way that made him dizzy, bursts of pleasure racing up his spine. And when Neuvillette bottomed out, he could feel the head shoving against his cervix, the whole length forcing him to stretch, to make room, and fuck he wanted his pussy to be carved into the shape of that perfect cock.
It was so much. It was almost too much. He felt stretched to the brim, forced open wide, and it was wonderful.
"Fuck me," Wriothesley gasped. "Just fuck me." There was another orgasm rising up inside him already, and Neuvillette growled and began to fuck him. With each thrust, his cock slid in a little further, a little deeper, stretching him more, and Wriothesley moaned, lifting his hips.
"Now," he gasped, fingers dragging along Neuvillette's shoulder blades, along the edges of his wings, and Neuvillette twitched and shuddered beneath that touch, snarled and began to fuck him harder. "Tell me I— tell me I'm good— good for you—"
"Good boy, Wriothesley," Neuvillette ground out in that gorgeous deep voice, and Wriothesley threw his head back and moaned.
"Tell me you want to breed me," he insisted, and Neuvillette again, snarled, and again, did as he was asked.
"I do," he said, a little softer than Wriothesley had intended. "I want to breed you, Wriothesley. My mate."
He at last let go of Wriothesley's tit, leaned down and pressed his face against Wriothesley's neck, breathing him in deep.
"My mate," he repeated, fucking into him a little deeper, then a little deeper still, and Wriothesley let out a whimpery sob and clung to him, trying to rock his hips up to catch each too-hard thrust. He was going to lose his mind like this, fucked to near-unconsciousness by this beautiful, perfect man, this dragon, his dragon.
Neuvillette reached between them and pressed on Wriothesley's stomach again, letting out a low, draconic rumble against the side of his sweat-slicked neck, mouthing at his scars. "I can feel myself moving inside you like this."
Oh, he was getting the idea. Wriothesley let out a whine, scrambling at his shoulders, reaching for his hair, jerking his hips to try to get Neuvillette to fuck him faster. He leaned his head back against his coat, giving him his neck. "Fuck me harder, Neuvillette," he gasped, and Neuvillette picked up the pace, hot little noises punching out of Wriothesley's chest with each thrust. "Bite me. Bite me, please." His own voice sounded desperate and hoarse, and Neuvillette gave in easily.
Lifting Wriothesley's hips, he fucked into him even harder, sinking his teeth into his throat. Wriothesley sobbed, a sound that only drove Neuvillette to sink his cock in deep and rut into him until Wriothesley could hardly believe how fast his hips were moving. It was frankly inhuman, and he was obsessed.
"Oh, fuck," Wriothesley sobbed, tears in his eyes, drool at the corner of his lips. Each thrust shot fire through him, he felt like he was boiling from the inside out.
Then Neuvillette growled long and low, bringing his hand around, slipping his fingers between the cheeks of Wriothesley's ass. "Next time," he promised, voice deep and a little strained, out of breath. "I'll fuck you here as well." And he pressed two slicked fingers into Wriothesley's ass, twisting them to work them inside him, curling them up against the unrelenting thrusts of his own cock.
Wriothesley was shaking. He'd never been so hard in his life. Had never felt so full. Neuvillette was fucking into him so hard, so fast, so deep, and all he could do was hold on, try and fail to breathe, let out desperate gasps into the air between them and— he was going to come.
He arched his back, his cries growing louder, and he didn't care. Didn't care if the guards outside heard him. Let them. Let them hear how good the Chief Justice fucked him. He wanted to wail, to scream for him, and when Neuvillette let out a great, strangled, inhuman snarl in response to his sobs, pressed in deep and came, Wriothesley felt like he was going to black out.
He rubbed his dick up only once, seeking friction against Neuvillette's scaley mound, and he was coming. He was screaming, he was shouting, sobbing, his body twitching through it as Neuvillette continued to fuck deep into him, spilling that hot, hot seed inside him. He was so deep Wriothesley could feel his cockhead pressing against his cervix so hard it was probably going to bruise and he sobbed, dragging his nails across Neuvillette's back, the pleasure wracking his body with aching spasms.
And Neuvillette was glowing, he was glowing so bright and sinking his teeth into Wriothesley's throat again, his rhinophores perked up and shimmering as he curled protectively over Wriothesley, as he fucked him and bred him so good.
Every time he thought Neuvillette was done, every time he thought he was done, the dragon sunk his teeth in deeper, so deep it hurt and the pain just made Wriothesley's orgasm harder, drew it out longer. Neuvillette fucked into him again, spilled more come into his belly, so much Wriothesley could feel it starting to leak out around his cock, dribbling down his ass.
"Fuck," Wriothesley shouted, scrambling at Neuvillette's shoulders, grabbing at his hair and pulling. "Oh fuck, yes." He rutted back against him, ground his cock up against those scales, shook as Neuvillette just kept fucking his come into him. His orgasm was still coursing through him, making him shudder and shake and gasp, and Neuvillette fucked them both right through it, his thrusts quick and sharp, rhythmic, perfect.
At last, as his orgasm began to pass and he started to slump down against his coat, now absolutely drenched in his sweat, Wriothesley gasped helplessly for breath, body twitching. Neuvillette withdrew his fangs, dragging his long tongue across the deep wound he'd left behind.
But as he pulled back and Wriothesley met his eyes, Neuvillette's were still bright, glowing and intense, fixed on his face. "I am not finished with you yet, Wriothesley," he said, his voice so similar to the tone he used in court that Wriothesley shuddered.
"You're not...?" Wriothesley asked carefully, a little dazed.
"No," Neuvillette said simply. "You will come again for me before we're done."
"Oh." Wriothesley shuddered at that and Neuvillette began to pull out, his eyelashes fluttering, his fingers trembling.
Even still, he looked at Wriothesley with that intense gaze of his and said, "Do not move."
"Yes," Wriothesley agreed, breathless and flushed. "Okay." This was what he'd wanted. Neuvillette ordering him, Neuvillette taking from Wriothesley whatever he desired, giving him whatever he desired. He had no idea what Neuvillette intended to do to him now and that was so hot.
As his cock slowly pulled out, Wriothesley tilted his head back, tried to relax through it, and moaned. It hurt a little, coming out of him. More than he'd expected. Still, he found he got off on that pain too, that it felt good, and he moaned, angling his hips up as every last inch of Neuvillette's cock withdrew.
As soon as the head fell out, Wriothesley gasped, and then Neuvillette's fingers were inside him, three of them plugging up his hole, keeping all the come he'd spilled trapped inside.
"Don't move," Neuvillette reminded him, and Wriothesley whimpered.
Slowly, Neuvillette backed up along his body, sinking down between his thighs and Wriothesley sucked in a breath.
"You may grab my hair," Neuvillette told him, and Wriothesley did, planting both hands into it as Neuvillette lowered his face between his legs, tugging his fingers free from his hole and pressing his tongue inside instead.
Wriothesley sucked in a gasp, arching his back, and Neuvillette's fingers trailed lower, down to his ass again, three of them pushing in past that aching rim, curling up inside him as his tongue dove deep into his sore, open pussy. As full of come and fluid and slick as he was, the squelch it made as it pushed into him was incredible.
"Fuck," Wriothesley groaned, arching his hips immediately into the heat of Neuvillette's mouth, his fingers tightening in Neuvillette's hair, legs thrown over his shoulders. "Oh fuck, Neuvillette, ah—"
He threw his head back as Neuvillette's tongue curled up against the back of his cock, rubbing against that spot inside him, throwing sparks up behind Wriothesley's eyes. He really was sore, sore and oversensitive and his body kept twitching from the sensation but oh, it felt so good.
"Can't get enough of me?" he gasped, and Neuvillette growled quietly, tongue pressing in deeper. It pushed in through all the come that filled him, making quiet wet sounds that made Neuvillette groan and Wriothesley gasp. This time, Neuvillette was not at all too shy to shove the tip of his tongue right up against Wriothesley's cervix, licking across it. Wriothesley arched his hips hard into it. "Oh, fuck—" he gasped. The fingers in his ass pressed deeper too, and then Neuvillette worked in a fourth, widening him out, tugging at his rim.
Any other clever words failed him. His tongue felt like cotton in his mouth as Neuvillette fucked him with his fingers and his tongue. And as Wriothesley slumped onto his coat, back arched, hips pressed towards Neuvillette, he found he could do nothing but gasp helplessly for breath and let out little hoarse cries when Neuvillette hit a spot inside him that felt particularly good.
Neuvillette seemed to like that very much, his low growls replaced by a long, continuous purr that vibrated up through Wriothesley's cock, making him harder and harder. Neuvillette was still glowing, his wings still out, his horns still lengthened, twitching every so often, perking up when Wriothesley let out a particularly delicious sound.
"Oh please," was all Wriothesley managed after a little while, arching desperately towards him, his body all taut like a wire, aching for another release. "Please let me come. Please—"
Neuvillette's eyes were on him. He could feel them burning into him, and his purr grew louder, harder, his rhinophores perked up, then he opened his mouth wider. His fingers pressed into his Wriothesley's ass further, his tongue deeper, the whole length of it licking up towards Wriothesley's stomach, and his fangs dragged pointedly across Wriothesley's cock.
Wriothesley came in a little burst, yelping, shuddering, pulling on Neuvillette's hair and sobbing as it rolled over him, rocking his hips onto his tongue and against his fangs. The orgasm wasn't as hard as the last two but it still left him shaking, letting out quiet little noises that made Neuvillette purr and purr as he fucked him through it with his tongue.
When at last he began to relax and he was overstimulated and overcome, Wriothesley slumped onto his coat and began to quietly sob, letting out a little litany of, "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," under his breath.
As Neuvillette began to pull his tongue out again, Wriothesley clutched him and cried, "Ah, Neuvillette—" but Neuvillette purred quietly, soothingly, and eased it out nice and slow, so slowly that Wriothesley exhaled and relaxed again, trying desperately to catch his breath.
Neuvillette dragged his tongue across Wriothesley's entrance, licked up his come and Wriothesley's slick, licked up the Hydro residue, and tugged his fingers out of his ass. Then, nose pressed alongside Wriothesley's cock, he inhaled, purred, and stared up at him.
"Good boy, Wriothesley," he said, his voice a little hoarse and so very deep. Wriothesley whimpered, eyes still closed, clinging to Neuvillette's hair.
A long moment passed. Then Neuvillette's tongue dragged up along Wriothesley's cock, accompanied by a gentle purr. Wriothesley wheezed and shuddered.
"Enough," he whispered, hoarse. "Please I... I'm spent."
Neuvillette smiled. "I apologize," he muttered, clearly amused. "I have discovered that... I truly delight in making you come."
When Wriothesley opened his eyes to look down at him, Neuvillette looked truly magnificent. The glow had faded entirely, his wings vanished once more, his rhinophores returned to their typical length and color. His eyes, too, had ceased to glow, but his expression was soft and warm as he stared at Wriothesley, his hair beautiful as it draped across his back, his pale skin somehow particularly bright, as though their sex had rejuvenated him entirely.
Wriothesley, on the other hand, was exhausted.
"I got that," Wriothesley muttered, smiling weakly. He gentled his fingers in Neuvillette's hair, resting his head back against the collar of his coat, closing his eyes. "Wow," he whispered. "That was... really good."
Sinking a little lower between his legs, he felt Neuvillette's nose brush very gently against the entrance to his pussy, breathing in his scent, parting his lips and taking it in. "You are very well bred, Wriothesley."
"Neuvillette," he sighed, but he parted his legs a little further for him. It did feel nice, having him down there.
"Was that not what you wanted?" he asked. Drawing his lip back, he began to brush his fangs, lips and tongue over Wriothesley's entrance, over his folds and then up along his cock.
"It was," Wriothesley admitted, shifting a little when Neuvillette's breath tickled him. "Are you scenting my pussy?"
"Not just there," Neuvillette responded as though offended. "But yes. I am." He made a point of it, returning to Wriothesley's entrance, scenting along it once more, then dipping down to his ass, gently parting his cheeks and scenting that hole, too.
Wriothesley shifted beneath that warm touch, trying not to flinch away when it tickled or Neuvillette brushed somewhere particularly sensitive. He couldn't help but smile. "So you really liked that."
"I did," Neuvillette confirmed, moving now across the insides of his thighs.
Wriothesley shuddered a little, relaxing further. "So did I," he admitted.
He never thought he would enjoy it. Early in his life, he had sworn he would never let anyone penetrate him there. Even now, he hadn't been entirely sure he would enjoy it that much with Neuvillette in the end. But, well. Sometimes you were just wrong about these things, and that was all right. In this case, it was more than all right. He definitely wanted to do that again. Extensively. In both holes.
Oh, how he wanted Neuvillette to get those cocks into both holes at the same time. Fuck, just thinking about it made him clench his thighs a little, but he was far too wiped out to do it now.
"Neuvillette?" he asked quietly instead.
From where he was busily scenting up along the arch of Wriothesley's hip, Neuvillette paused, glancing up at him. "Hm?"
"What exactly does it mean, to be your uh... your mate?" He'd been wondering that for a while now. Especially since Neuvillette had warned him it was 'no simple matter' and that sort of thing.
Neuvillette lifted his head, meeting Wriothesley's eyes with a carefully controlled expression. Seriously, he was so beautiful. It was completely unfair.
"On a day to day basis, it has no particular meaning aside from what it means to the two of us. Even during our intercourse, while you may feel somewhat more drawn to me than you would to someone else, there is no functional difference. If you are in trouble, I may be able to sense it provided I am not too far. Outside of these matters, nothing will change. The difference primarily occurs... during my rut."
"Ah." Wriothesley was beginning to understand.
Neuvillette's fingers curled against Wriothesley's hips and he glanced down at the black hair that gathered thick between Wriothesley's legs, continuing up his stomach and then to his hairy chest. After a moment of thought, he crawled up along Wriothesley's body, settling himself on top of him, hands folded comfortably across Wriothesley's collar bones. Wriothesley laced his own hands over the small of Neuvillette's back, smiling up at him.
"This," Neuvillette admitted, "is the mistake I made with Vautrin. A mistake I refuse to make with you. And that is why I have been... extra cautious. You must forgive me this."
Wriothesley nodded, smiling at him. "I understand," he muttered, reaching one hand up to stroke Neuvillette's hair. "I don't mind."
"Of course." Neuvillette sighed regardless. "There were other mistakes I made with Vautrin. I didn't fully understand my instincts then. Though I suppose I don't fully understand them even now. The crucial point was that I did not realize I had begun to think of him as my mate, and thus my body decided he was."
"And then your rut happened," Wriothesley muttered. "And it was no good. Right?"
Neuvillette nodded. "Neither of us understood. At least now, I have that knowledge. Of the feelings that you may... notice, when the time comes."
Wriothesley tilted his head. "Okay... like what?"
"According to Sigewinne..."
Wriothesley blinked. "Sigewinne knows about this?"
"Of course," he said simply. "She is aware of my rut cycles. She is, in fact, my primary confidant to discuss such matters with. She is very knowledgeable about human and animal biology, as much as mine often continues to baffle her."
Wriothesley shook his head a little. "I see." That did make sense. "So, according to Sigewinne..."
"I let off an excessive amount of pheromones when I am in rut. Humans cannot sense them. Not typically. Unless...."
"Unless they're you're mate?" Wriothesley guessed.
He nodded. "Correct. And in that case, they do tend to have quite the effect. Something akin to an aphrodisiac. It is intended to make you desire me, just as I will desire you. But, though I never got so far as to test it with Vautrin, Sigewinne and I believe they may have other effects. Easing the passage of my eggs, for example."
Wriothesley swallowed. "I... I see. So what you're saying is, that as soon as you go into rut, I'm basically going to be throwing myself at you and begging you to fuck me?"
Neuvillette glanced away. "Essentially. And there is nothing I can do to control it. And so... if it bothers you, Wriothesley, I am perfectly comfortable simply to—"
Wriothesley placed one finger gently over Neuvillette's lips. "I told you. None of that. I'm in, whatever it means for me. Just tell me how long it lasts and when it's coming so I can make sure to put someone in charge here while I'm out. Okay?"
Neuvillette blinked at him, smiled, and Wriothesley pulled his hand away. "All right." He nodded and very softly began to purr. "Thank you, Wriothesley."
Wriothesley just smiled back, shaking his head. "You don't need to thank me. I want you. Even without those pheromones of yours, I'm sure I'll be all over you. I mean... just look at me tonight. If you hadn't shown up, I would have been laying here shoving my fingers in myself and whimpering your name for another half hour at least. And you still think I wouldn't want to be there for your rut, no matter how many times I tell you I do."
Neuvillette sighed and Wriothesley drew him into a kiss. It was gentle and sweet and he slid their mouths together and hummed as he kissed him. Neuvillette melted into it, fingers curled against Wriothesley's chest.
"All right," Neuvillette whispered at last. "I will... endeavor to believe you this time." He smiled and they kissed again, long and slow.
Minutes passed, and Wriothesley felt he could have kissed him forever, could have gone on holding him, just like this.
When at last they parted, Neuvillette's gaze flicked across Wriothesley's face, his neck, his shoulders. A purr began to vibrate throughout his body again, and he gently brushed his fingers along a particularly dark bite mark at the side of Wriothesley's neck. "You look beautiful, Wriothesley, covered in my marks like this," he whispered.
Wriothesley flushed. He was sure he must look like a mess. His skin red and covered in sweat, his neck and chest marked up by bite marks and bruises. He liked it, though. Liked being so obviously his.
"Neuvillette?" Wriothesley asked softly. There was a new thought now, pushing at his mind, aching to be released into the air between them. Neuvillette brushed their lips together again, not wanting to draw too far away from him. "You know... I've never done what we did tonight with anyone else before."
Neuvillette hummed in quiet acknowledgement. "So you mentioned."
"And I don't think... I would ever want to do it with someone who wasn't you."
He went quiet at that. "I see."
"And I think I—" Wriothesley broke off, the words caught in his throat again.
"You?" Neuvillette prompted, and that was the only thing that wrenched them free.
"I would like to court you. Properly." He admitted it softly, the words tumbling from his lips before he could stop them again. He wrapped his arms tighter around Neuvillette, pulling him close, nose pressed to his cheek, his skin flushed all hot. "I feel like we sort of skipped a step and... and I would like to. If you'll allow me."
But Neuvillette only smiled against the line of his jaw. "Wriothesley," he muttered, curling his lip back and scenting him there, unbothered by the roughness of his stubble. "Of course you may. I would be honored to have you court me."
Wriothesley flushed across his cheeks, grinned, and drew him into another warm kiss. "Thank you," he whispered against his lips, and Neuvillette began to purr once more. "I'm... looking forward to doing that. Courting you."
"I am as well," Neuvillette muttered, dipping down to nuzzle one of the marks on his neck, dragging his tongue gently across it. "Though I am afraid I... am not so familiar with human customs when it comes to this. Vautrin and I... we did not exactly... court."
Wriothesley let out a quiet laugh. "It's all right," he assured him, gently stroking his hair. "We'll start with a date and... we'll go from there."
Neuvillette nodded, purring still. "A date," he agreed. "That sounds wonderful."
Wriothesley's heart felt too big for his chest and he pulled Neuvillette closer still, face buried into his hair. Yes. Even if they were technically doing it a little bit backwards, this felt right.
And this? This was the happiest he had ever been.