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He heard the elevator complete its ascent into the office. Footsteps walked up the stairs – two sets, one with a heavier step, one lighter. Alhaitham looked up his paperwork. He stood by his large desk – the chair was too big and uncomfortable. Panah announced his next meeting had arrived: Duke Wriothesley of the Fortress of Meropide.
As the Acting Grand Sage, Alhaitham still had to maintain political ties and meetings for the time being. Nahida remained in the shadows as she preferred, watching her people grow from afar, leaving him to delegate. He counted down the days until he planned to submit his resignation. For now, he straightened his back and watched the man walk up the steps.
Confident, broad, just a bit taller than him. The scars that peeked out from under his shirt were the first things he noticed; it was hard not to stare. He extended a hand, his voice smooth as he spoke, “Acting Grand Sage Alhaitham, it’s nice to meet you.”
…He had to admit, he was quite handsome.
“Likewise, Your Grace,” the handshake was firm and professional, “Is the Chief Justice not joining us today?”
Neuvillette had come along with Wriothesley to Sumeru. However, it was Wriothesley who had come with actual business to attend to. Neuvillette had given his husband a kiss on the cheek and said he would enjoy the sights by Port Ormos while Wriothesley worked, under large shade with plenty of water. He pointedly avoided Sumeru City and any proximity to the Sanctuary of Surasthana.
“He preferred to sit this one out, as our meeting doesn’t pertain to the Fontanian overworld. I strictly represent the underwater Fortress of Meropide.” He gave Alhaitham an enchanting smile. Something unsettling stirred in Alhaitham’s gut.
Neither man sat down. Wriothesley stood beside him and laid out his proposal on the desk as he began to explain the benefits of a collaboration between the Akademia and the Fortress, one where they can gather knowledge from scholars, in exchange for meka technology and opportunities for further research and improvements. They went back and forth smoothly, Alhaitham ensuring all documentation was as it should be and pointing out any loopholes, while Wriothesley always had a proper, detailed answer.
He was taken aback when he realized he had no other questions – Wriothesley had covered everything with perfect, concise responses. Alhaitham was actually impressed, for once.
Archons, what was that weird feeling in his stomach?
Alhaitham cleared his throat and tugged at his neckline. Was this some type of attraction? This was how he felt whenever Kaveh looked at him, when Kaveh was hovering over him in their bed, when he smiled, when he—
“Is everything alright, acting Grand Sage?” Wriothesley looked at him with concern and amusement.
“...Call me Alhaitham, Your Grace. That title is merely temporary.” Alhaitham spoke.
Wriothesley smiled, “Well then, please, call me Wriothesley. I’m not a stickler for titles either.” Archons above, he was charming. Alhaitham was never so easy to agree to anything, always willing to argue, to fight back. Something was very off here.
He noticed their closeness, their shoulders touching. It was clear that Wriothesley was just slightly larger than him. His muscles were impressive under his black dress shirt. Alhaitham blinked, “It’s just, ah…you’re married to the Chief Justice, are you not?”
“Yes, I am. Just over a year now,” he flashed the ring on his finger, sitting atop his glove, red and blue gems shining in the light, “And you? Is there anyone special in your life?”
Alhaitham swallowed and looked away, “Yes. You may have heard of him, his name is Kaveh.”
Wriothesley thought for a moment before it clicked, “Oh, I have heard of him! The renowned architect, yes? Monsieur Neuvillette had mentioned his work to me when we passed by the palace of Alcazarzaray, he’s incredibly talented,” he crossed his arms over his chest, “and he’s also very handsome. You’re a lucky man.”
“Well, your husband is…quite attractive as well.” Was it strange to compliment another man’s husband? Was Alhaitham sweating?
“That, he is,” Wriothesley chuckled.
He looked Alhaitham up and down, getting a better look at his figure. Such a tight outfit. The shirt was slightly see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination. The man was muscular, with such a slim waist, it was tantalizing. Wriothesley swallowed and felt the heat creep up his neck.
Wriothesley had walked into the office with a business mindset, ready to get to work and impress the acting Grand Sage. Wriothesley had been warned that Alhaitham was stoic, not easily swayed, and always argumentative. He came in prepared, and yet… Alhaitham didn’t seem like any of those things.
In fact, he seemed…quite easy to convince.
The situation was this: Neuvillette and Wriothesley were deeply devoted to one another. No one could ever break their bond – quite literally, the bonding mark hidden under Wriothesley’s shirt was a clear sign of that. Dragons mated for life, and Wriothesley was Neuvillette’s life partner in every way. He didn’t dare consider others…until recently.
It was initially nothing more than bedroom talk when Neuvillette had tugged on his collar, whispering filthy ideas in his ear about having his puppy pleasure other men under his command. But that same night, Wriothesley genuinely considered it. The two men openly discussed the idea, and they found that they weren’t against it as long as boundaries were established.
Looking down at Alhaitham, Wriothesley thinks that he may have found the perfect pair to join them.
Alhaitham prayed the blush hiding under his headphones didn’t extend to his cheeks as he watched Wriothesley stare at him. “Is there an issue, Wriothesley? I hope I didn’t offend you.”
“No, not at all, Alhaitham,” his name melted off his tongue, his tone almost teasing. Wriothesley boldly reached forward and lightly dragged a finger along Alhaitham’s tight black tank top. “Is this traditional Sumeran attire?”
He swallowed. He was definitely sweating now, “Well, I—I simply prefer anything easy to wear, is all. Whatever's easy to move around in.”
“I see. Something that keeps you flexible…right?”
His face burned, his eyes widened, “Your Grace? I’m…not sure that’s appropriate.”
“What’s inappropriate is the way this shirt outlines your gorgeous body,” Wriothesley’s voice went low, husky, as he thumbed over the plush of Alhaitham’s pecs through the fabric. He heard the gasp that left Alhaitham’s throat, and he knew he had nearly succeeded in his seduction attempt. He bit his lip. “Your partner must be quite jealous whenever you leave the house.”
Being reminded of his partner, Alhaitham tried to step back, stuttering, “I— your husband, my— Kaveh— Duke Wriothesley, I don’t think we should—”
“Shh,” Wriothesley said, pressing his chest to Alhaitham’s, “My husband doesn’t mind, and I want you to tell Monsieur Kaveh about what’s going to happen. We want to explore you, both of you. Truthfully, I think you’ll both be quite interested in our proposal. Just one night. The four of us.”
Alhaitham’s breath hitched, and he looked up into his icy eyes in disbelief and undeniable arousal. Would Kaveh be interested in sharing? Would he be upset? Perhaps he would enjoy it. He always commented about how people stared at Alhaitham. He was never angry, always amused, smirking, as if…as if it turned him on.
He couldn’t hold back a small smile, pressing his tongue to his cheek as he looked up at Wriothesley, “Oh? But you have me pinned to the table already, Your Grace. Will you even allow me to escape now to go and ask him?” He could feel how hard Wriothesley was against his leg and moved forward to brush against it. Wriothesley moaned and grabbed Alhaitham’s waist.
Yeah, fuck it.
Wriothesley pressed their lips together in a wet kiss, licking into him eagerly. It wasn’t gentle; there was no easing into it, nothing. Wriothesley held Alhaitham’s waist in a tight grip and brought him forward, grinding their cocks together through their pants. Alhaitham clung to his shoulders, squeezing his shirt under the coat that hung from his back.
They shed their cloak and coat, tossing them onto the large chair. Alhaitham spread his legs enough for Wriothesley to get closer. Wriothesley humped against him, and Alhaitham heard a soft whimper leave his throat. He held Alhaitham tight, but not in a dominating way. More like desperation, clinginess, like he was—
Ah. Alhaitham understood now.
He looked up at Wriothesley teasingly and met his greedy thrusts with slow grinding forward. He grabbed his tie and pulled him in for another kiss, whispering against his lips, “Does it feel good? Do I feel good, Wriothesley?”
Wriothesley nodded, moaning breathily into his mouth. His tone changed from seductive to desperate, “It’s good, so good, want to make you feel good, want—” he moaned as Alhaitham pressed their chests closer, “Want to see if you’ll be good for N-Neuvillette.”
“So, you’re testing me? I’m not one to fail tests, however,” Alhaitham grinned wickedly, “it takes a lot for me to succumb, only one person has ever succeeded. I don’t think you have it in you.”
His head fell to Alhaitham’s shoulder. he humped forward impatiently, “Gotta— fuck, let me fuck you, want to be inside you, I—I have to be good for Neuvillette, he— he doesn’t like—”
Alhaitham teased him, “You have to please him at all times, don’t you? Look at you, you’re so desperate, so eager. You probably let him fuck you anywhere, anytime, hm? Like a submissive little dog.”
Wriothesley gasped, and Alhaitham knew he was right on the mark. His lips pressed against Alhaitham’s neck, his breath hot on his skin, “Fuck, yes, his dog, I'm always his good puppy,” he dug his nails into Alhaitham’s waist, “Please, let me be inside you?”
He kissed him again, pulling on Wriothesley’s hair. He moaned, the sound echoing in the massive office of the grand sage. Alhaitham chuckled at his needy state.
The duke was so ready to submit to his touch. Dying to please, to give his partner anything he wanted. Wriothesley was the perfect submissive — not one to challenge his dominant, nothing but obedient and willing to serve. On the other hand, Alhaitham enjoyed being a challenge, loved being broken down by Kaveh until he finally made him submit to him. He would gladly push his buttons until Kaveh pinned him down and fucked his brains out.
Suddenly, Wriothesley turned him around. Alhaitham planted his hands on the desk and moved his ass back to grind against Wriothesley’s hardness. He heard him fumble with his belt, tugging his pants down just enough to tug his cock out. Alhaitham looked over his shoulder. It was so hard, sticky precum at his tip. He was girthy, but not as long as Kaveh.
He touched himself slowly, fisting his cock in dragged out movements. Wriothesley tugged Alhaitham’s headphones off carefully and placed them on the table. He pressed his lips to Alhaitham’s sensitive ear, whimpering when he heard Alhaitham moan, “I—I need you to say it’s okay, if I can fuck you, please.”
Alhaitham chuckled and began to tug his pants down. He dropped his pouch onto the table and exposed his ass to Wriothesley, before bringing him in closer by the hip, “You need permission, dog? Yeah, go ahead, fuck me.”
“Thank you, thank you, fuck,” Wriothesley used his vision to ice over two fingers before letting it melt. It wasn’t enough, but it would be okay for now. He waited until his fingers warmed up enough so he could push them into Alhaitham’s hole. He felt him wince at the stretch, “S-sorry, I’m sorry, is it too much?”
“No, fuck, keep going,” Alhaitham gasped and spread his legs wider. Wriothesley moved slowly, opening him up as well as he could. He kissed Alhaitham’s sweaty neck, licking and biting at the skin gently as his fingers worked inside of him.
He pressed his fingers in deep and spread them in a scissoring motion. Wriothesley angled them and did his best to find that special spot in Alhaitham. He wanted to make him feel good, make him moan, make Alhaitham submit the same way he would. Deep down, he knew he couldn’t. They didn’t have enough time, but fuck, he wanted to see it.
Once Alhaitham felt sufficiently stretched, Wriothesley tugged his fingers out. With a shaky hand, he summoned and melted cryo in his palm and slicked up his cock. He gasped at the cold temperature and fucked into his fist. He dropped his head to Alhaitham’s shoulder and pressed his tip to his hole, grinding forward.
Wriothesley let out a weak sob as he pushed in slowly. Alhaitham dug his nails into Wriothesley’s arm, his grip tightening on Alhaitham’s waist. He let out a deep groan as his cock filled him, “Like that, fuck, good boy.”
“Mmh? Am I a good boy?” Wriothesley drooled onto his shirt, “Gonna, hah, fuck you good, Alhaitham, I promise.”
“Yeah?” Alhaitham grinned, moaning as Wriothesley pushed in to the base, “Do you fuck him like this, dog? Your precious husband?”
He whimpered against the fabric, “No, no, he doesn’t let me, I’m— mmh, I’m just a hole for him, you— fuck, you’re tight.”
“So, you never get to put that thick cock of yours to use? What a shame,” Alhaitham’s eyes rolled back as Wriothesley began to move, the slick sounds of him fucking his hole filling the room. Wriothesley wasn’t careful, just humped into him in desperation, his movements sloppy and uncoordinated, “Fuck, that’s it, you’re so good.”
Alhaitham could tell Wriothesley was struggling to be quiet. He bit down on Alhaitham’s shirt to silence his moans. His cock stretched him good, pressing in as deep as he could go, grazing just over his prostate every time. He reached between his legs and jerked his cock as precum dripped against the table.
Biting his lip, Alhaitham reached behind him and tugged at Wriothesley’s tie. He heard him choke just slightly as he brought his face closer. Wriothesley hooked his chin over his shoulder. He looked up at him and asked, “Does the Chief Justice tug your leash like this, pet? Does he make you choke when he fucks you?” He eyed the wraps that covered Wriothesley’s neck, knowing they must be hiding bruises and marks underneath.
Wriothesley whimpered and nodded, pressing his cheek to Alhaitham’s, “D-does Kaveh fuck you good like this, Alhaitham? Press you into the bed, make you submit to him?”
Alhaitham brought him into a kiss and smiled, “Yeah, fuck, he does, he’s so good, Wriothesley. He would take such good care of you, I'm sure.”
A soft moan against his lips, “Yeah, N-Neuvillette, he’ll, mmh, he’ll fuck you good too, his massive cock, fuck,” he clung onto Alhaitham desperately, fisting his hands into his shirt, “Gonna cum, oh, Sovereigns.”
The scribe rarely heard anyone call out to the ancient Sovereigns like that. How odd.
He felt the wet heat fill him before he could tell Wriothesley to pull out. He accepted it, clenching around him as he came against the surface of the table. He let out a shaky whimper as he stroked himself slowly through his orgasm. Wriothesley gripped Alhaitham’s hair as he kissed him, drool spilling from their lips, messy and sloppy. Wriothesley whined as his hips stuttered to a stop. He pressed inside of him one last time before pulling out.
Alhaitham felt the familiar drip of cum from his hole and tried to clench to keep it inside. He took a deep breath — should he keep it inside of him, to show it to Kaveh later? He didn’t have a plug here, couldn’t keep Wriothesley’s cum stuffed deep into him, but he wanted Kaveh to see—
Firm hands turned his body around as Wriothesley brought him into a proper kiss, biting softly at his lips and smiling. He cupped his face and looked into Alhaitham’s turquoise eyes, His thumb brushing over his red ear, “Tell him exactly what we did, tell Kaveh to join us. We’re leaving Sumeru in a few days. I’ll speak to Neuvillette.”
Realization of the situation settled over Alhaitham, his body feeling heavy. He nodded, “Yeah. Okay, I will. We’ll…set a date.”