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Anduin found that he woke up feeling more drained than when he went to sleep. Considering the sorry state of Azeroth with the looming threat of N’Zoth, he needed to be at his peak performance as not only the king of Stormwind but as the head of the Alliance. Anduin stood before his bedchamber mirror, begrudgingly staring at the dark circles forming under his eyes before adjusting his linen tunic. The sound of movement from behind drew his attention to the side of the mirror where he could see his bed in the reflection. A dark toned body stirred slightly in the rumpled mess of bed sheets and quilts, stretching out and flexing black tipped claws into his pillows.
He let out a little annoyed huff as he eyed the figure of the man rising from his bed. Anduin turned his attention back to fiddling with the belt holding his trousers, in an attempt to ignore the one who was responsible for his current exhausted state. Though it was awfully hard to ignore a very unnaturally warm naked body pressing up against his backside. He reluctantly turned his gaze to the mirror again where Wrathion had leaned down to prop his chin on Anduin’s shoulder, an infuriatingly pleased smile plastered across his face.
“I hope you had a splendid rest, my king.” Wrathion drawled snaking his arms around Anduin’s waist.
“No. I actually didn’t.” He stated casually as he finished tightening his belt. Anduin moved away to fetch his boots only for the arms around his waist to tighten, keeping him trapped in front of the mirror. His head spun, shooting a glare at the Dragonkin grinning sharply at him. Anduin hated how the Black Dragon had weaseled his way back not only into his life but into his bed once again. Make no mistake, he was still furious with him, but he was helping in their fight against N’Zoth at the very least. Reluctantly, he also found that he couldn’t deny how happy he was to be in the other’s presence once again, not that he would openly admit that.
Though that still didn’t change the fact Anduin had matters he needed to deal with now rather than being the plaything of a possessive dragon. Anduin grasped Wrathion’s arms, trying to pry himself out of his iron hold.
“I have a meeting to be at I hope you know, advisor.” He grumbled when Wrathion’s hold didn’t even falter. Wrathion let out a deep rumble, almost like a cat’s purr.
“Surely you can spare me a few minutes of your time, my king?”
Anduin became very aware of a hardness pressing against his backside as Wrathion ground against him. He sucked in air through his teeth with a hiss, it was unbelievable how much stamina dragons had. Wrathion kept himself keenly pressed against Anduin, moving to press his warm lips against the crook of his neck causing his facial hair to prickle against his skin. Anduin struggled against the dragon’s clutch as heat started to spread underneath the layers of his clothing, he needed to escape this situation and fast before it escalated any further.
“Seriously, Wrath.” Anduin spoke as firmly as he could in his position. Miraculously, the dragon stilled his ministrations, much to the young king’s surprise. Anduin let out a grateful sigh that was cut short when a hand slipped along his hips, gripping at his crotch through his pants. Jolting at the contact, he gritted his teeth trying to hold back a groan that was bubbling up in his throat. His face burned in a mix of anger and embarrassment as booming laughter sounded by his ear. He moved, mustering up all the strength he could to pull away as Wrathion was distracted with his own amusement.
Anduin turned to face him with a harsh look, staring up into glowing red eyes that focused intently on him.
“Honestly, I can’t believe you sometimes.” He shoved him in frustration as Wrathion let out a pleased chuff. He turned to the mirror to flatten out the wrinkles in his clothing as the dragon finally wandered off to the other side of his room, his dark attire manifesting on his form within seconds. Show off, Anduin snorted to himself. With Wrathion no longer vying for his attention Anduin was able to slip on his boots and doublet. Although the Black Dragon still watched him with a smirk, leaning against the wall at the far side of his room. Usually it took a lot more effort to prevent Wrathion from dragging him back into the bed but Anduin wasn’t going to question the luck of his escape.
“You look tired, my king.” Wrathion observed after moments of silence. Anduin glanced at him as he adjusted his boots,
“And I wonder whose fault that is.” Wrathion gave an indifferent shrug that had him rolling his eyes before he stood up to fetch his over coat.
“In all seriousness though,” he began as he slipped his arms into the coat, “you have to be aware that I can’t…”
He paused trying to think of how to word the rest of his sentence.
“Go multiple times like you. I don’t have the stamina of a dragon.” He was tidying himself up once again in the mirror, glancing every now and then at Wrathion in its reflection. He appeared to be listening at the very least.
“It can be very draining for a human, and it’s really starting to affect me when I need to work.” He turned to look at the dragon, wondering what kind of clever retort he would be getting. Instead, he was a little surprised to see a thoughtful look plastered across his face, a hand coming up to stroke his beard, red eyes seemingly staring off deep in thought. Anduin was bemused by the scene, Wrathion usually liked to tease and provoke him whenever he typically brought up these sorts of…suggestions. This time it seemed he was taking it more seriously, which was very out of character.
Anduin kept his eyes on the other, brows raised in question before the dragon pushed off his perch on the wall and made his way over to the king. He was expecting his personal space to be assailed yet again but Wrathion stopped in front of him a few inches away.
“So, what you’re saying is that you’d like to come only once, then?” Anduin gawked momentarily at the bluntness of the question, however Wrathion seemed perfectly serious, raising an eyebrow. He cleared his throat trying to hide his embarrassment.
“Essentially, yes.”
After the confirmation had left his lips Wrathion’s usual playful grin returned. Anduin felt a sense of unease wash over him. That wasn’t a good sign. The dragon brought up a warm gloved hand to rest on the side of his face causing him to still as he began to lean in close, his lips barely ghosting over Anduin’s own.
“Very well then, I shall remember this for tonight.” He crooned before planting a quick kiss to Anduin’s lips before promptly pulling away and making his way to the bedroom door. Anduin was left alone in his room abruptly, frozen to the spot stunned by the exchange. He scratched his head dumbfounded before hesitantly taking his leave as well, making a mental note of that entire occurrence.
Anduin’s day was relatively normal for the most part afterwards. Of course, he was still rather exhausted, often finding himself yawning, but he still had matters to attend to. Those around him seemed to take notice of his lethargic state, specifically Genn who, unfortunately, took to prodding about his state of being as of late. Rather agitated by the constant bombardment of questions he bluntly assured him everything was fine, that he had just been tired as of late, which thankfully quieted the older man’s questioning for the rest of the day.
He was thankful when the day was drawing to its end. The beginning of a headache hovered over him as he made his way back to his chambers for the evening, rubbing his temples to vie off his irritation. Anduin entered his room almost cautiously, he had gotten used to assuming he would be jumped the moment he entered his room by Wrathion, but surprisingly the Dragonkin was nowhere to be seen. He blinked, taken aback, a red flag waving in the back of his mind. Another survey of his room showed that yes, Wrathion had indeed not yet returned. Odd, as he usually was the first one back, typically lounging about and waiting expectantly for Anduin to open the door.
It was strange being alone in his own room for the first time in a while, but he did find some comfort in it. He had the time to draw a nice hot bath that certainly put him in a better mood. The warm waters had soothed the impending headache and relaxed his body quite a bit. After emptying the bath, he tossed on a fresh long linen shirt with sleeves that rumpled up around his wrists. He didn’t feel the need to bother with any trousers, even neglecting to dry his hair fully instead opting to run a hand through it quickly to shake off the remaining water droplets. In all honesty he just wanted to collapse onto his bed as soon as he could. Of course, as he left the washroom, he was immediately greeted by glowing red eyes facing him from the edge of his bed.
“Did you get all prettied up on my account?” Wrathion inspected him looking awfully smug, legs crossed, an arm folded over his abdomen while the other propped up his chin.
“I’m flattered, my king.” He flashed Anduin a sharp smirk as his red eyes traveled up from his bare legs to the v-cut in his shirt that exposed some of his chest and collar bone.
“As if a sleep shirt could be considered ‘prettied up’.” He replied crossing his arms, eyeing the dragon as he rose from the edge of his bed. The dark metal pauldrons and gauntlets evaporated in small black billows as Wrathion stopped barely an inch before him, red eyes practically shining in delight.
“It is to me, my king.” Wrathion let out a deep hum as his hands seized Anduin’s hips, the heat of the touch easily seeping through the sheer material. He staggered forward as the sharp pull at his hips brought him flush against the heat of Wrathion’s chest. He only had a moment to scowl at the other before his lips were being crushed by the warmth of Wrathion’s in a ravenous kiss. Anduin’s protests were easily devoured by a hot, almost serpentine tongue that pushed its way past his lips. It swathed and interweaved with his own in a way that had him gripping tightly onto the dragon’s overcoat like his life depended on it.
The hands at his hips mashed him against Wrathion’s thigh, allowing it to brush up between his legs and rub him through the loose fabric of the linen shirt. Anduin managed to pull away from the heated kiss with a wet pop, trying to stifle the gasp that had almost spilled from his lips. He tried to glare at the dragon as best as he could with the growing flush spreading across his face. Wrathion just licked his lips letting out an amused puff of hot air that gusted over Anduin’s already heated face.
“You’re impatient as always.” Anduin reprimanded, making Wrathion’s lips turn upward into a lopsided grin.
“You scold me for such,” Wrathion’s thigh ground forward again causing Anduin to jolt, his legs threatening to buckle underneath him, “and yet you appear to be eager as well, my king.”
Anduin bared his teeth, annoyed that the Dragonkin was admittedly right. He had gotten hard, his cock beginning to stand at attention from underneath his nightshirt. He always hated it when Wrathion was right. Taking in Anduin’s resentful silence was all the confirmation the dragon needed before whipping the young king around and pushing him backwards onto his bed. The whiplash had Anduin reeling momentarily before he propped himself up on his elbows to eye up the other in frustration. Wrathion looked down on him cheekily before his overcoat, vest, and boots dissipated in that familiar black smoke, leaving him with just his sash belt and black trousers.
Wrathion smoothly crawled onto the bed, the mattress sinking beneath the additional weight as he loomed over Anduin with a predatory glow in his eyes. Anduin shivered in anticipation at that look before the dragon was bearing down onto him again, mashing their lips together in another possessive kiss. Laying flush against him, Anduin could feel the waves of heat emanating from the Wrathion. He also became very aware of the hardness in the dragon’s pants that was now pushing prominently against his very own hardening member. Anduin brought his arms up to latch onto the other’s back pulling him even closer, deepening the kiss. A pleased rumble emanated from Wrathion’s chest before he was snapping his hips forward, grinding his clothed erection against Anduin’s.
Anduin’s hands clenched down on the dragon’s back, nails faintly scratching against the smooth skin as he let out an irrepressible groan into the kiss. It was clear that Wrathion enjoyed the sound as he pulled away from Anduin’s lips to instead mouth at the side of his neck while continuing his slow thrusts. An obvious attempt to pry more desperate sounds out of him. Though Anduin refused to lose at this game so early, the dragon made it very clear that he relished in the embarrassment it caused Anduin when he couldn’t control his voice. So he clenched his jaw shut as Wrathion bit and sucked along the flesh of his neck and shoulder.
Anduin was somewhat bothered in the back of his mind that Wrathion was leaving marks on his neck, but the constant rubbing at his cock had him forgetting the thought as he felt his hips instinctively buck up into the friction. He was certainly standing at full attention now, pressing against the linen shirt, a small wet spot forming through the fabric. Wrathion bit down on the juncture between his shoulder and neck, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to cause Anduin to let out a startled yelp that he barely subdued by biting down on his bottom lip. Wrathion pulled back with a wide smile, taking joy in the aggravation shining in blue eyes before grasping the hem of Anduin’s shirt and pushing it up, exposing everything to his hungry gaze.
He had half the mind to complain, but as Wrathion moved, positioning himself so that he was crouching on the floor at the bedside, hot breath ghosting over his inner thighs, he realized it would be a much smarter option to keep his mouth closed. The other man nuzzled into the side of Anduin’s thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin there followed by a long lick that stopped teasingly at his groin, causing his cock to twitch achingly. He let out an agitated hiss as Wrathion stilled all motions, it was very clear what he wanted, but he wouldn’t be getting it so easily.
“I refuse to beg.” He declared as calmly as he could despite the burning need of his cock. Wrathion chuckled at Anduin’s show of resolve.
“But my king, I made no such statement.”
Anduin narrowed his brows at him for only a split second before his warm hand was wrapping around his erection, causing the king’s head to shoot back with a gasp. His hands grasped aimlessly at the sheets below him as Wrathion began to stroke languidly, his usual wicked way of teasing. Anduin’s hips jerked up, wanting more and much faster, and this time, oddly, Wrathion obliged, his grip tightening as his hand began to move quickly along Anduin’s length. As Anduin began panting and writhing on the bed from the heat pooling in his stomach, the dragon placed his other hand on his chin.
“You know I took into consideration what you had mentioned this morning, my king.” He spoke nonchalantly as his hand began to switch between long slow strokes and fast ones.
“Ha-w-what?” Anduin lifted his head to stare down at the other, trying his best to make sense of what he was saying while that skillful hand was pleasuring him.
Wrathion tapped a finger to his lips purposelessly.
“I thought about your request.” He clarified pumping Anduin’s cock at a fast pace that had his back arching off the bed, the head of his cock leaking and aiding in the motions of Wrathion’s hand. The pumping slowed considerably, the Dragonkin’s hand dragging tortuously slowly to the base of his shaft, gripping it slightly tighter. Anduin was reeling from the rolling waves of pleasure rippling throughout his body, he blinked trying to make sense of the dragon’s ramblings.
Wrathion stared up into the confused face of the young king, before a knowing smile spread across his face.
“I feel as though I have found a solution to the problem that benefits us both.”
Anduin stared blank faced as Wrathion’s free hand moved to the pockets of his breeches. He fished out something, grasped tightly in a fist, before stretching his arm out and presenting it to the young man. Anduin squinted his eyes at the item trying to grasp what he was looking at exactly. Pressed between Wrathion’s thumb and index finger looked to be a golden ring of sorts with a small red gem set into it. It almost looked similar to Wrathion’s earrings but not as big. It wasn’t small enough to fit on someone’s fingers but also not large enough to be a bracelet. He stared at the ring, utterly disoriented from both this conversation and the roiling heat in his stomach.
Wrathion seemed to understand that Anduin wasn’t entirely gripping the item’s purpose, as he let out a little laugh at the blank look on his face.
“Ah, perhaps it would be best if I just showed you what it was meant for then, my king.”
The last few words of his sentence were spoken with such a deep, rich purr that sent a tremor of electricity down Anduin’s spine. He simply watched as Wrathion’s hand adjusted his cock, his free hand coming to hover above it, still holding the ring. Anduin stared directly into red eyes that glowed with twisted satisfaction as the dragon slid the ring down to the base of his shaft. Immediately the cloud of lust was replaced with alarm as he lurched forward to remove the golden ring.
His fingers barely reached the ring before hands were at his shoulders pushing him forcefully down into the mattress. Anduin scowled up meeting a ravenous smirk that almost seemed to be turning into a snarl. The dragon was straddling his hips, unnaturally strong arms holding him down against the bed. He tried to writhe out of his hold, hands shooting up to shove at Wrathion’s chest before his wrists were torn away and pushed upward above his head. Anduin focused a resilient stare up into red eyes as he stilled his struggling.
“Take it off. Now. I’m not in the mood for one of your games tonight.”
Wrathion leaned down staring intently into Anduin’s face, smiling as the king tried to yank his hands out of his grasp.
“But as you said this morning, my king, human stamina is quite different from that of a dragon.”
Wrathion shifted, freeing one of the hands restraining Anduin’s wrists, leaving a single hand to keep him pressed to the spot. Wrathion’s now free hand traveled to the sash around his hips, untying it and pulling it off with one fluid movement. He brought up the cloth to Anduin’s wrists, freeing them for only a moment until they were captured in an unyielding knot. The dragon pressed down on his now bound wrists, his free hand grasping Anduin’s chin, its thumb caressing his lower lip.
“You even agreed that you would only like to come once, yes?”
Anduin mentally slapped himself for having even acknowledged what Wrathion had said that morning, that red flag that had been sitting at the back of his thoughts was back hitting him in the face. The Dragonkin seemed to take note of his current inner struggle with just one look to his face. Not wanting to give him the opportunity to revoke his prior agreement, he brought his face closer to Anduin’s. Their noses and lips barely touching.
“Well,” He began slowly, warm breath causing the blonde to shiver, “then this will certainly ensure that you only come once.”
Anduin found himself being flipped without any hesitation, his face mashing into the bed with a muffled sound of objection. His tied hands were pushed into the plush of the mattress as he was forced onto his knees, hips raised making his back arch downwards. Wrathion pressed himself against his backside as he turned his face to the side taking in a gasp of air.
“And just when, then, will you choose to remove it?” Anduin grumbled from below. Wrathion paused for a moment, obviously more so to just annoy the young king than having to actually think of an answer. The dragon’s weight bore down onto Anduin, his warm skin engulfing him as he placed a nip at his ear eliciting a grunt.
“When I feel you can no longer handle it.” He hummed dangerously with a hard press of his hips against the young man, making his intentions perfectly clear.
“When you are so wanton with pleasure that you’re begging for release.”
Wrathion pulled away with a sly smile, towering over Anduin’s vulnerable form. Of course, now he was going to ask him to beg. He groaned inwardly, finding himself yet again stuck within one of the dragon’s games. It wasn’t enough that Wrathion could dominate him physically, he also had to dominate him mentally with his many games. Anduin could only suspect this obsessive need to make him submit was due to his nature, perhaps it was something common among dragon society. He had to admit he had no problem being bound. If he was being honest, he found the Black Dragon’s assertive nature rather alluring.
However, Anduin wasn’t one to just surrender so easily. He derived his own pleasure by under-handing Wrathion’s devious games. Also, the dragon’s disposition to gloat about his victories was enough of an incentive to defy him whenever he could. This made their games much less one-sided, with both dragon and king vying to prove whose resolve would triumph over the other’s. The dragon’s hunger, or the king’s perseverance? It made the game all the more exciting for both parties in his opinion.
Anduin just had to keep his composure for as long as he could, and not give into the dragon’s perverted game. Somehow or another.
“I will reiterate myself; I refuse to beg.” Anduin managed with a cocky smile.
Anduin couldn’t see Wrathion’s face, but he could hear the low growl that reverberated through his body, clearly an acceptance of the king’s challenge. The dragon’s free hand moved along the curve of his back, making him aware of claws, which he knew had not been there earlier, pressing lightly through the fabric into his skin.
“I assure you will find me quite…persuasive, my king.” The words were laced with a rumbling threat, punctuated by that clawed hand finding purchase at Anduin’s hips. The tips of the claws pressing dangerously against him, a very clear warning and show of strength. He held back the groan that was forming in his throat as the hand kneaded into his hip before slipping over the small of his back. In a split second the air was filled with the sharp tearing of cloth that had him jolting with a shout as cold was now hitting his backside.
“I told you not to tear anymore of my-” His reprimand was cut short by a choked gasp as the same hand grabbed eagerly at his ass, rubbing, and massaging it.
“It was in the way.” Wrathion answered plainly, giving his rear a squeeze, and then moving his hand over to the other side to repeat the action. Anduin could feel his cock starting to strain between his legs, the pressure of the ring at the base of his shaft becoming very apparent. He bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes tightly, trying to focus on his breathing to keep himself calm. When that detestable hand smacked his rear, the impact and sound of hand meeting flesh sent an electric current straight down between his legs. His stifled grunt seemingly amused the dragon above him as he let out a wicked laugh, his hand moving to soothe the stinging sensation left across his skin.
“You know, my king,” The dragon drawled, still continuing to caress Anduin’s ass,
“this could be so much more enjoyable for you if only you just behaved and played your part.”
The clawed hand was at his hip again, this time steadying him in place as Wrathion began to grind up against Anduin with renewed enthusiasm. The feeling of coarse breeches rubbing against him along with the dragon’s very noticeable erection knocked all the wind out of his lungs, a deep blush creeping over his skin. He couldn’t hold back his gasps even as he tried to meet Wrathion’s provocation head on.
“you- ha- you’ll h-have to make me.” He goaded knowing fully well that he would probably regret it sooner rather than later. The thrusts against his backside halted altogether as the dragon’s hips pulled away. Anduin lay there breathless, taking in gulps of air in attempts to prepare for Wrathion’s next move. From behind he could swear he heard the faint clicking of a vial being opened, leaving his mind to wander at the possibilities. He didn’t have to wait long before his suspicions were confirmed as a wet slicked finger was pressing against his hole. He lurched instantly at the cold touch, finding himself writhing under the weight against his wrists.
Warmth was draped over his back as the Dragonkin pressed his lips against the shell of Anduin’s ear with a dark purr.
“Oh, I intend to.” That filthy tongue flicked out, running a long warm stripe behind his ear as a slicked digit circled his rim, causing him to clench up at the feeling. Anduin’s body was starting to shake, he was becoming undone underneath the relentless nature of the dragon quicker than he would have liked. A whimper slid past his lips before he could even think to try and suppress it, his face burning when he realized it had slipped out. He could practically feel Wrathion smirking beside him. The bastard. Before he could even gather his composure, the slick finger pressed dangerously against him, causing his mind to blank.
“Hmm? What’s the matter, my king? Feeling too overwhelmed?”
Wrathion let out a breathy laugh, warm breath puffing against his ear. Anduin opened his mouth, ready to rebuke the other’s claim when the dragon’s finger slipped in, producing a gasp from his parted lips. He threw a weak stare back, unable to see the dragon but able to hear his delighted chuckle. He had fallen right into one of his tricks yet again, his goal being to draw out more sounds from Anduin’s lips. He would have been irritated that he fell for it but that feeling was melting away as the finger inside of him started prodding against his inner walls, stretching him. A low groan emanated from his throat at the pressure slowly working him open.
His cock twitched between his legs as warmth began to build throughout his body, a warm buzz pooling in his stomach. His hips were threatening to press back onto that finger when it began to withdraw. Anduin felt as though his face was on fire, pressing the side of it into the sheets of his bed, his thoughts clouded by mounting pleasure. Wrathion’s body pressing against him wasn’t helping him in the slightest. The heat that naturally poured off the dragon was boring down onto his body, only further engulfing Anduin in a torrent of fire. Eventually, two fingers returned to his hole this time, freshly applied oil easing the way into him.
He rocked his hips slightly, groaning as Wrathion lips latched onto his earlobe, nibbling lightly. The fingers began making scissoring motions, loosening him further. Anduin could feel his strength draining, leaving him trembling and melting into the mattress completely disposed to the dragon’s whims. When those skilled fingers started to prod intently at a specific bundle of nerves his last remnants of resolve broke as he let out a cry. Anduin’s lips parted to let out a litany of uncontrollable moans as the fingers unrelentingly pressed into his prostate at a cruel pace.
Over his own cries he could distinctly make out a triumphant snarl from Wrathion, no doubt pleased with the reactions he was finally able to drag out. The thrusting of the fingers became more frantic, the stimulation dominating all of Anduin’s being as he became lost in the torrents of static that surged throughout him every time his prostate was mercilessly ground into. A familiar tight coil was winding in his gut as his cock began leaking almost perverse amounts of precum onto his bed sheets. He could feel himself crawling ever closer to the edge as he let out loud, unruly sounds that he had tried to repress earlier.
Wrathion hungrily sucked and bit at his neck all the while, growling in a way that seemed to proclaim his dominance over the young king beneath him. The hand pressing his bound wrists into the bed had long since receded, but Anduin hadn’t even registered that as he was assailed with wave after wave of pleasure from the dragon’s skilled fingers. One last harsh thrust shoved him over his limit as the coil wound in his stomach snapped. The muscles in his body tensed, a raw desperate sound wrung from his throat as he clenched down onto those obscene fingers, chasing his release.
Yet instead he was met with a weight holding him back and he was vividly reminded of the ring as it held unyieldingly around the base of his cock. The pressure far more noticeable than before. The tension in his gut did not subside, leaving him teetering just barely at the edge before relief. He let out a distraught sob, feeling his cock throbbing in agitation at the obstruction. A satisfied growl was pressed against the skin of his neck as the fingers still inside of him further antagonized him by lethargically kneading the same spot.
“It seems to be working perfectly as intended,” Wrathion announced, voice laced with approval, clearly enjoying every moment of Anduin’s torment, “wouldn’t you agree, my king?”
Normally Anduin would rise to meet the smug proclamation, but with his cock still dripping and begging for release he found that he could not form any words. Instead a weak mewl of protest fell from his slack mouth, this earned him a sultry purr beside his ear, making him shake. Wrathion peeled himself off the young king’s back, withdrawing his fingers as he went, leaving him empty and clenching around nothing. Without the other’s overbearing press against his backside, Anduin writhed slightly on the sheets, seeking some form of friction for his desperate cock. Firm hands clutching his hips stilled his weak attempts, a threatening growl from behind was all the warning he needed to stop.
The press of something slicked and blunt against his ass sent another stream of hot arousal through him, making him whimper as his muscles trembled. If not for the strict hands on his sides, he might have unconsciously pressed his hips back onto the warm appendage. Anduin, in his lust-clouded daze had hoped Wrathion would cease tormenting him, but it struck him that he had not truly given the other man what he was after yet. A part of him was slightly relieved that he had not yet resorted to begging but the other part of him was screaming, wanting so desperately to cum. The only thing he could do was whine when the head of the warm cock pressed threateningly, teasing its entry.
Wrathion hummed and repeated this leisurely, taking pleasure from slowly taking the young king apart with every little press. Anduin knew what he wanted but there was a small strand of his dignity left that was holding him back from saying what the dragon wanted to hear.
“W-Wrath…” was the only thing he managed to breathe out, his words dripping with need. This seemed to cause the dragon to pause, making Anduin squirm. Without warning his hips were slammed back effectively impaling him on Wrathion’s cock. The sudden sensation of being filled had his head spinning, a hoarse cry erupting from his gaping mouth, eyes going wide. With little hesitation the dragon was snapping his hips backwards before thrusting into him hastily. He lay limp, his lips parted, and brows raised in resignation as his body jolted forward as the Black Dragon rammed into him savagely.
Anduin allowed himself to be moved to meet each harsh snap of the hips, all thoughts slipping out with rough gasps at the raw feeling of being fucked so viciously. It was uncharacteristic of the Black Prince to lose his composure like this, he was acting like a wild and starved animal, driving into him with little tact or care. The animalistic behavior littered a strange new kind of excitement through his veins, the dangerous and uncontained power the dragon had over him was intoxicating in a way knowing that he had pushed the noble beast so far as to make him snap like this.
Wrathion’s feral rutting slowed to a gradual halt within a few moments, drawing a shaky whine from the young king underneath. The dragon’s breathing was ragged, a low guttural growl escaping him as he recovered from his outburst. The Black Dragon paused all movements, still resting deep inside of Anduin as both struggled to catch their breaths. After a moment passed the Dragonkin brushed his hands along the king’s sides, pulling a groan from the other at the stark gentle touches. That unbearably hot body plastered over him again, lighting his core on fire.
The stifling heat swathed him as a familiar dark-skinned arm propped itself by his head, creating a heavy indent in the mattress as Wrathion rested on top of him. Anduin’s body shivered at the sensation of a wet flick of a tongue against his neck, sweltering puffs of breath dancing across his overly sensitive skin. He couldn’t contain the truly pitiful whimpers that the dragon at his neck was drawing out with relentless attentive licks. Every touch and heated breath that happened to tickle his ear added to the unyielding pressure in his cock. The young king whined, hips rocking unconsciously as his muscles fluttered around the dragon’s cock still lodged inside of him.
The Dragonkin’s tongue retracted from the purchase it had made at the king’s neck, and instead fiery lips replaced them, sucking hard against the human’s skin. Anduin flinched letting out another whine, but this time in protest, tired of the dragon’s teasing. The Black Dragon pulled away finally with a deep chuckle, making his gut twist and turn in on itself as a single firm hand took hold of his hip.
“I know, I know.” Wrathion spoke low, moving his face lower as to press his lips into Anduin’s shoulder. He sounded as if he was consoling a child throwing a temper tantrum, something that stirred an ember of irritation in the king before it was doused by a hard bite. His eyes widened as the dragon’s teeth almost threatened to pierce through the remaining linen at his shoulder and into his flesh. Of course, he knew the other would never bite him hard enough to draw blood, but it was definitely going to leave a mark. Anduin would scold him for it later, but there was a rush of arousal that came with it he had to admit. Like an animal subduing and placating its mate, the intention of such an action he knew was to lay claim to him.
The idea made his cock ache, making him keen through his teeth as he was being flooded with that feeling of reaching release yet being denied. It left him feeling wrung out, a cry gurgling from his lips as his muscles clenched around Wrathion’s cock. His hips jerked as a blob of precum dripped piteously down onto the sheets below him. The fingers at his hip rubbed in soothing circles around his skin, a rumble of approval vibrating from his shoulder. Anduin quivered at the sensations enveloping him, every sound and touch was drowning him in wave after wave of agonizing pleasure. His mind had long since been covered in a thick haze of longing, the only thing he could fathom was that he desperately wanted the Black Dragon to stop tormenting him already.
As if almost sensing Anduin’s mounting desperation, the Dragonkin’s grasp on the king’s hip steadied itself, and with a clearly discernible wide grin pressing to his shoulder, slowly the dragon began to move. A strangled breath punched its way out of the young king’s lungs, the drag of the dragon’s cock inside of him was almost too much, igniting every nerve in his body. He let out a weak groan as Wrathion adjusted himself to press the head of his member distinctly against his walls. He braced himself for any sudden movements, but when Anduin instead felt a slow thrust hit his prostate spot on, he couldn’t keep himself from squirming under the overbearing sensation.
He was faintly aware of the cry that tore from his agape mouth before irrepressible noises started pouring freely into the air as the Dragonkin took to pumping in and out of him at a steady rate. Every thrust grinding into that bundle of nerves had lava pooling into Anduin’s gut. His cock bobbed between his legs, throbbing hopelessly against the golden band that torturously denied his climax anytime he teetered too close.
“Well,” Wrathion’s husky voice delighted against the back of his ear, teeth finding Anduin’s earlobe, pulling slightly before releasing, “are you enjoying your gift, my king?”
The dragon’s hips started to pick up momentum, snapping back and forth with the obscene slap of skin hitting skin. Anduin had long since lost his ability to retort, finding the only response he could give was practically a sob as he wriggled under the weight of the Black Prince. He was suddenly aware that at some point he had started to cry, a wetness running down his cheek and seeping into the sheets. The last strand of his dignity snapped when a press to his prostate was threatening to send him through another agonizing cycle of denial.
“W-hh-Wrath p-lea-please!” Anduin could barely get his words out as the dragon kept thrusting all the while. Wrathion paused for a moment, which had him letting out a small whimper before he was being assailed by much harsher and faster thrusts. His mouth hung open in a silent scream, eyes wide as the Dragonkin hummed keeping up his unrelenting pace.
“Hmm, please what, my king?” He cooed darkly, pressing himself deep into the young king below him, grinding his hips against him to keep the pressure of his cock planted directly on his prostate before returning to his previous speed.
“You’re going to have to be more specific.”
Anduin could hear the smugness dripping from Wrathion’s voice. He was going to gloat about this tomorrow, but he didn't care at the moment with the other pressing into his prostate and the indescribable need to cum overwhelming his senses. He let out a shameless wail at the persistent strikes, finding it hard to put together a legible sentence.
“Wrath! Ah! P-please let-” He sobbed again as the dragon started to increase the pumping of his hips, making him tense around another dry orgasm, “Please! Please let me cum!”
Anduin’s plea tapered off into a high-pitched moan as his cock throbbed under the relentless binding of the ring, every muscle in his body fluttering before he went limp, whimpering weakly when the pressure did not lessen at all. The dragon remained pressed deeply inside of him throughout his dry orgasm. When the young king felt the other slipping off him and pulling out slowly there was a sense of relief that bloomed in his chest. Wrathion’s hand began tracing gently along his hip, down to his thigh, then to his navel, teasing its way towards his desperate cock. His body trembled weakly as his member was gripped. It was so sensitive that the simple touch drew out a broken sob from Anduin’s lips. He was whining when that hand dragged its way down to the base of his cock, fingers lingering at the golden ring that had been denying him all this time.
Those dangerous fingers rested there at the unforgiving metal, the young king praying to the light for its weight to finally be gone. At that moment, a single word crushed that blooming hope that had taken root in him. Cracking like a fragile bone.
“No.”
A cold rush of confusion filled him, at first Anduin wasn’t sure he’d heard that right, but when the hand pulled away from his cock the harsh reality of that word struck him. He faltered, mouth open trying to find something, anything to say, but that idea was interrupted when a strong grip on his hips pulled him onto Wrathion’s cock once again mercilessly. His voice was already so raw the sound that came rushing out of him was choked and pathetic, his eyes wide and drool slipping down his chin.
“You haven’t earned it yet, my king.” The Dragonkin declared with an animalistic laugh before pounding into Anduin without any warning or restraint. The dragon aligned the head of his cock to strike precisely against Anduin’s prostate with every hit, wringing out truly distraught noises as his body writhed uselessly against Wrathion's unyielding pace. Each unending punch of pleasure to his gut and consequent ache from his cock were the only feelings he could register. He couldn’t bear it any longer, he felt like he was breaking apart at the seams and the only thing he wanted more than anything was an end to this torture.
Through the consuming haze of burning pleasure, Anduin was aware that he was babbling out broken and almost intelligible pleas as he was being fucked ragged. Of course, Wrathion seemed to pay little mind to his begging, if anything it almost seemed to push him further into his rut, as dangerously clawed hands began to dig into the flesh at Anduin’s hips, pulling his limp body backwards to meet each thrust with a loud slap. All the young king could do was cry and sob desperately hoping that the Black Dragon would eventually pity him enough to finally allow him release.
Anduin wasn’t sure just how much longer it went on like this, Wrathion thrusting into him with reckless abandon like some starved beast, all while he sobbed at the numbing overstimulation. Eventually, sometime after another dry orgasm wracked throughout his weary body the Black Dragon let out a ragged snarl, his grip tightening and hips sputtering erratically before burying himself deep inside Anduin. A drawn-out high-pitched sound fell from his parted lips as he felt a warmness spreading inside of him, causing him to flinch weakly. Wrathion let out a deep contented sigh, remaining deeply embedded inside of him.
For a while Wrathion was still, taking in deep breaths as if to compose himself. Anduin felt utterly wrung out on pleasure, his hips would have surely crumpled down onto the bed if not for the dragon’s lingering hold on them. The young king felt wrecked mentally and physically, by the light would this never end? A small whine slipped from his flushed lips as he registered that the Black Dragon still inside of him hadn’t softened a bit, a realization that almost made Anduin weep. As he lay there preparing to endure the never-ending torment for another round, he felt one of the hands at his hips begin to rub gently against the flesh. Even that little touch had him groaning and shaking from the stimulation.
He felt the heat and pressure of the Dragonkin against him once more, being smoldered by his warmth. Anduin was entirely prepared to beg once again, to try and plead with the cruel beast, but a faint sound deep in his throat was the only thing that came out of him. Warm lips latched onto the side of his neck causing him to tremble and his eyes to roll back. From Wrathion’s chest a soft rumble vibrated throughout Anduin’s prone form, far more soothing than anything previously. A hand traveling to his stomach had the young king tensing, before the ring restraining his cock was delicately gripped between a thumb and index finger.
A small gleam of hope flickered into Anduin’s mind that was very quickly smashed when Wrathion’s hips began to move again, very slowly. The dragon’s spend only aided his movements in and out of the blonde man below him, the slick feeling coaxing out choked moans with every movement. Anduin was an absolute wreck, he couldn’t stand this any longer, and with Wrathion keeping at an unusually slow and drawn out pace, he really did begin to think this was going to last all night. In a last ditch attempt he tried to appeal to the Black Prince once more.
“H-ha…W-Wraath, pleeease….” Anduin was barely able to croak out with a trembling voice that slurred together aimlessly. He felt an amused puff of air brush across the skin of his neck but beyond that the only answer the young king was given was a hard snap of Wrathion’s hips. His head jolted back, with barely a whisper of a breath leaving his lungs as Wrathion began pumping in and out faster. Anduin felt his muscles contracting around the Dragonkin’s cock, that all too familiar sensation of his heart beating faster while a weight began mounting in his gut. A shaky sob tore its way past his lips as he prepared for the inevitable, however, the Black Dragon was stilling in an instant.
Anduin felt Wrathion’s breath beside his ear causing him to flinch, he felt the golden ring twisting ever so slightly under the other’s fingers.
“I suppose…” The dragon drawled, his hips shifting slightly so that the head of his cock grazed the young king’s overly sensitive prostate, “that you have earned your release, my king.”
Wrathion’s smooth words tapered off into a growl before he was thrusting into Anduin promptly, his more controlled pace from earlier being completely replaced by a much rougher one that filled the room with constant obscene slaps. A stream of sounds poured freely from the young king as he was shoved toward the brink of yet another orgasm. Sharp teeth clamping down onto his shoulder had him spiraling and in one swift tug, the weight of the ring was gone and Anduin was seeing white as that cord in his gut finally snapped.
He came onto the bed sheets below him; thick ropes that had been built up over the course of whoever knows how long. A hoarse scream barely made it past his lips before dying as all the tension in his body melted away, leaving him laying practically boneless on the bed, allowing the Black Dragon to continue rutting into him until he felt him release inside of him yet again. At this point he was far too tired to care, to even make a sound. The game had reached its end. With a huff from behind, Wrathion slipped out of Anduin, letting his mess spill from his loosened hole. The cloth around Anduin’s wrists evaporated into a black puff as he was being pulled up, propped up against the Dragonkin’s warm chest as arms encircled around his waist to keep him upright.
Anduin let out an exhausted groan, his head lulled slightly to the side as a sharp chin rested on his shoulder with a very satiated purr resonating in the air. With the only amount of spite Anduin could scrounge up, he weakly lifted a hand to lightly slap the side of Wrathion’s face.
“What?” The Black Prince let out a breathy laugh as he gripped Anduin’s hand, casually massaging it between his fingers, “you can’t say you didn’t enjoy that either.”
Anduin turned his head doing his best to side eye the other.
“Well I didn’t entirely agree to it in the first place,” He chided before sighing as he was met with a raised eyebrow and devious smirk, “next time we need to work on a proper system beforehand.”
“Hmm, yes I can look into something about that.” The dragon mumbled his agreement, seemingly already thinking about his next scheme. Of course he was. Anduin just rolled his eyes half-heartedly as Wrathion moved into pepper kisses along his neck.
“Tired?” He murmured, still pressed against Anduin’s neck.
“What gave it away?”
This time Wrathion was the one rolling his eyes, as he scooted them up further onto the bed. He practically tore the sheets up from the bed, discarding the top quilt that had become quite messy with their sweat and spend. He situated Anduin onto his side, pulling up the remaining sheets over them both. The dragon remained glued to Anduin’s back, arms still locked around him as the young king sank into the nearest pillow. Instead of just being tired in the morning he would probably be sore as well, he would need to scold Wrathion properly when he woke up, but for now Anduin just settled for dozing off to the deep rumbles that resonated from the sleeping dragon at his side.