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Wrio- Ngh!"
Neuvillette found himself pinned to the wall near his doorway, completely encaged in the arms of Wriothesley. Neuvilette's lips were captured almost immediately after he opened the door, with Wriothesley hungrily kissing Neuvillette.
His speed was no match for Neuvillette; Wriothesley has been sucking and nibbling Neuvillette's bottom lip, earning whimpers here and there, and Neuvillette found it hard to catch his breath. As Wriothesley kept kissing and sucking, Neuvillette's hands raked through the man's hair, pulling him closer into the kiss.
When Neuvillette could no longer breathe as much, he first broke off from Wriothesley, which in turn, had the man attack his neck with more kisses. Neuvillette whimpered, eyes closing in ecstasy as Wriothesley kept showering his neck with wet, sloppy kisses.
"Wrio- mmph," Neuvillette called out in between whimpers, "what has- ngh- gotten into you?"
Wriothesley stopped for a bit, sniffing Neuvillette's nightly scent and giving him butterfly kisses that trailed from his neck to the upper jaw. Wriothesley moved to kiss Neuvillette's ear, softly biting the cartilage and whispering, "Couldn't help myself, sorry. You just looked so fucking sexy in court earlier."
Neuvillette shuddered upon Wriothesley's warm breath making contact with his ears exposed in the cold night.
"Did you know," Wriothesley continued, licking every corners of Neuvillette's ear, "I was imagining how you look sexy, sprawled out on the table in the corner, fucking your brains out."
Neuvillette kept whimpering, his hands finding themselves at a spot in Wriothesley's back. His fingers grasped the fabric of Wriothesley's clothing in sheer pleasure, feeling his knees weaken in the process. He was letting out hot, shaky breaths, feeling warmth all over his body.
Wriothesley trailed back to Neuvillette's now sore lips, peppering it with butterfly kisses before playfully biting on the lower lip. Neuvillette shut his eyes tightly, the sight of Wriothesley's lust-filled eyes were too much for him to bear. Plus he felt himself grow hard at the sight; his pants never felt so tight until this night.
Wriothesley suddenly scooped Neuvillette up, a small yelp leaving his lips. Wriothesley had the man's legs wrapped on his waist as he gave soft kisses to Neuvillette, moving towards the bedroom. At this point, Neuvillette wasn't surprised anymore that Wriothesley knew the layout of his residence; having the other spend the night here having occasional sex benefited Wriothesley by a lot.
While Wriothesley worked his way around the home, still busy with kissing Neuvillette, he fumbled through the bedroom's doorknob and successfully opening it. He threw Neuvillette on the bed immediately, and Neuvillette found himself pinned again, this time, on his soft bed. When he landed, the bed made a soft creak, but with Wriothesley on top of him, a hand pinning both of Neuvillette's wrists atop. his head, the bed shook with even a louder creak.
Wriothesley attacked his neck again, sucking, biting and leaving marks all over it, all while his other hand made way to remove Neuvillette's black robes. Neuvillette let out a loud moan when Wriothesley found a sensitive spot on his neck.
"Ngh, Wrio!" he felt Wriothesley smile against the crook of his skin, and sucked on the spot hard. "Wrio, please, stop…"
"I'm letting everyone know how the chief justice," Wriothesley bit on the spot softly, nibbling and sucking on it, "is freaky at night. I'm going to let them be curious," a chaste kiss soon followed, "as to who is leaving marks on the chief justice's milky, soft skin."
Neuvillette could only whimper; he hasn't adjusted to the musings Wriothesley often said when he makes out with him.
Wriothesley stopped for a moment to admire Neuvillette.
The chief justice's hair was a mess, hair locks spread throughout the queen-sized bed. His eyes were filled with pleasure and lust, mouth slightly parted to catch his breath.
Wriothesley moved to brush the side bangs away from Neuvillette's gray eyes, prompting him to lust more over the man below him. It was a sight to see the chief justice – who is usually calm and composed with proper decorum – a breedable, sweaty, mess before him.
He placed a soft, lingering kiss on Neuvillette's forehead, his hands raking its way up to trace idle pattens on the chief justice's chest. Wriothesley moved to kiss the spot between his brows, eyelids, nose tip, cheeks, then back to Neuvillette's lips.
All while Wriothesley did those things, Neuvillette couldn't help but feel nurtured and cared for, perhaps, even loved, if he so says. There may be times when Wriothesley became rough on him in bed, Neuvillette's mind always goes back to this type of memory wherein Wriothesley becomes soft on him.
Wriothesley's fingers moved towards Neuvillette's chest, darting to massage and pinch a nipple. Neuvillette moaned into the kiss the other was giving him, while his fingers worked their way into teasing the pink, plump nib. His lips soon left Neuvillette's and transferred to play with the other nipple. Wriothesley's tongue circled around the nib, leaving sloppy trails of saliva. The contact with this had Neuvillette squirming beneath him, his legs sometimes raising up whenever Wriothesley does a trick with his tongue.
"Ah!" Neuvillette moaned when Wriothesley's other free hand went to touch Neuvillette's member. Wriothesley gripped it softly, massaging it to induce low groans from Neuvillette. The groans were kept to a minimum as Neuvillette held an arm over his lips to suppress the moans and whimpers that wanted to come out.
Wriothesley kept stimulating the chief justice's nipples with his tongue, licking and nibbling on the now reddening bud, all while he kept rubbing Neuvillette's dick against his pants. Neuvillette had bucked his hips, matching the rhythm that Wriothesley gave with the rubs on his dick.
"Wrio- mmph!" Neuvillette wasn't sure where he felt the most pleasure from. Wriothesley's touches were intimately stimulating, given that he's working on both Neuvillette's chest and groin. What he's sure of is that Wriothesley was beyond good in giving him the sexual satisfaction he craves for. "Please, take it off-"
As if on cue – or maybe it was in Wriothesley's mind – he unbuckled the button on his trousers and slid it all down, revealing Neuvillette's dick, all swollen and leaking. The cold air brushing his dick made Neuvillette hiss, but was replaced with a gasp when Wriothesley started pumping him with his mouth.
Licking his lips, Wriothesley began from the tip, swirling his tongue around on the slit that still leaked with precum. He moved to take Neuvillette by half first, teasing him with the slow licks and bobbing of his head. Neuvillette kept groaning and moaning, hips slowly trying to match Wriothesley's rhythm.
He released Neuvillette's dick with a pop, and looked up at Neuvillette, eyes completely filled with lust. Neuvillette fought the urge to cum early; Wriothesley just made his head spin in ecstasy, completely making him spiral out of control.
Wriothesley began kissing from below Neuvillette's member, working his way up to the tip and slowly licking it again, taking him all in. Neuvillette felt his dick touch the back of Wriothesley's throat, his hands seemingly going in auto-pilot when it grabbed Wriothesley's hair and started guiding him through sucking his dick. Tears formed within the eyes of the man; Neuvillette's length was long, and it was hard taking him all in one go, so when the chief justice began going rough with how he was beginning his blowjobs, he fought the urge to gag.
Neuvillette was now the one taking in control with how Wriothesley sucked him dry like a popsicle. He thrusted into his mouth nonstop, head lolling back as his chest heaved up with every second that Wriothesley moved up and down.
"I'm almost-" Neuvillette tried speaking to tell him he was going to cum soon, but the head bops only began to move quicker and sloppier. Soon, Neuvillette released the first of his many loads, completely shooting every single cum into Wriothesley's mouth. With his lips parted a bit when he sat up, Neuvillette saw his release drip down on one side of Wriothesley's lips, and a wave of embarrassment washed over him. He had to admit, Wriothesley looked fucking sexy with the sight of him still being fully clothed, straps hugging his body like it was about to break soon, all sweaty from him topping the chief justice, and oh my god, his own dick fighting to be free from within the confines of his pants. His hair, though normally it looked messy, were more unkempt this time as the flyaways were literally everywhere.
Wriothesley wiped the remains of the cum that now dripped on his jaw, "That's a good boy."
Neuvillette blushed and whimpered, looking away to the side. Wriothesley let out a breathy chuckle, seemingly trying to catch his breath from what just happened. He found the chief justice's reactions to be cute – as if he didn't find him cute the first time he laid eyes on the man – and he just wanted to mess and rough him up further.
With a swift move, Wriothesley's fingers went to the other's jaw and tilted it to meet his eyes. Neuvillette's cheeks – or his whole face – was still flushed pink from the embarrassment and heat of the moment. He averted his gaze from Wriothesley, despite him already moving his jaw to look him in the eyes.
Wriothesley leaned down and captured Neuvillette in a kiss again, this time, it poured out with so much passion with every tilt of their heads. Neuvillette had a small taste of himself from when Wriothesley slipped his tongue in his mouth.
"That wasn't so bad now, is it?" Wriothesley asked when he pulled away, brushing a lock of hair away from Neuvillette's face, studying it.
Neuvillette smiled softly and closed his eyes. "Yes, it was not that bad."
Wriothesley grinned, pecking Neuvillette's lips.
Neuvillette continued to stare up at him longer, noticing lots of features that he didn't notice when Wriothesley was far from him. The mark – or scar, he wasn't sure – was visible from when Neuvillette stared at him from afar, but now, he had the opportunity to graze a finger over it. When Neuvillette let his hand rest on Wriothesley's cheek, the man leaned into his touch and smiled at him tenderly. Wriothesley entwined his own fingers on the hand that lay on his cheek, kissing Neuvillette's open palm.
He kissed Neuvillette again, this time, removing his clothes at the same time. While he's busy with smothering the chief justice with kisses, his fingers moved towards Neuvillette's hole. He teased the lining with a finger, earning a shudder and a submissive whimper from Neuvillette.
"Wrio-" he called in between kisses, a sign for Wriothesley to continue with stretching him out below.
Wriothesley slipped a finger through the hole. It was tight, and tightened further when Neuvillette tensed his walls around the finger. Wriothesley waited until Neuvillette relaxed at the contact, before slipping another finger in.
Wriothesley thrusted slowly but surely, scissoring Neuvillette's hole at any chance he could get. The chief justice mewled when he lightly grazed upon his prostrate, biting his lips in the process. If felt so good – godly, even.
"Hngg," Wriothesley groaned, "you're so tight, chief justice. Loosen up faster for me, yeah?"
"N-Ngh!" Neuvillette moaned when Wriothesley shifted his fingers to touch his prostrate, all while nodding to what Wriothesley just told him.
His hips were now moving on his own, trying to catch with Wriothesley's fast fingers. The sound of squelching was music to their ears, and Neuvillette couldn't be more embarrassed by the minute. He kept muffling his moans, leading him to have tears well in his eyes. Wriothesley saw this and moved Neuvillette's hand away, pinning it above his head.
"Neuvi, just let them out." Wriothesley spoke breathlessly, still fingering him in the process. "Let me hear your moans."
Wriothesley kept thrusting his fingers inside. When he felt it become a little bit loose, he pulled his fingers out and started pumping himself. Neuvillette watched him pump his own dick, his low groans reaching his ears.
Neuvillette placed a hand on top of Wriothesley's pumping hand. The contact shocked the other, but he let him do whatever he pleased. Neuvillette had never tried helping Wriothesley with doing handjobs, but he never expected it to be this satisfying. Neuvillette was being guided by the other until Wriothesley left him to perform the handjob.
"Ugh, Neuvi," Wriothesley mused lowly, "fuck, you're good…"
"Am I?" Neuvillette couldn't resist asking, flushing red. "I am glad you like it, Wrio."
Neuvillette quickly picked up the pace, and Wriothesley couldn't help thrusting into his touches. His groans turned into stifled moans, which filled up the quiet room ever so nicely. When Wriothesley felt himself close to release, he removed Neuvillette's hand from it and lightly pushed him down back on the bed.
Neuvillette took a deep breath as he left Wriothesley positioning himself in front of him.
"I'm putting it in." Wriothesley said, and Neuvillette responded with a nod.
Wriothesley grazed his tip against the already throbbing hole, teasing Neuvillette that was waiting in anticipation. Neuvillette whined – Wriothesley chuckled as it was out of character of him – placing both his hands on the man's hips.
"Impatient now are we?" He kept teasing Neuvillette further; the tip kept grazing the hole and whenever Neuvillette thought he was about to get fucked, Wriothesley moves away for a bit.
Neuvillette replied with another whine, uncharacteristically again raising his hips to try and insert the dick on him.
"My, Neuvi." Wriothesley thrusted into him without a word, giving into the chief justice's request. "All you had to do was plead."
Neuvillette gasped and writhed in pain. He hasn't had sex in a while, and the feeling was a little uncomfortable for him. Tears began to form in the corners of his eyes, and this didn't pass by the eyes of Wriothesley. He cooed him softly, kissing the tears away as he let Neuvillette adjust to his length.
"It's okay, Neuvi," Wriothesley assured him, and Neuvillette kept nodding in understanding, "if it hurts that much, I'll be gentle."
"No," Neuviellette breathed out, opening his eyes to look into Wriothesley's own. He saw a bit of worry in them, "please, be rough as much as you can. I apologize if I worried you."
Neuvillette cupped both of Wriothesley's cheeks, smiling amidst his tear-filled eyes.
When he relaxed, Wriothesley began moving slowly. It earned a soft mewl from Neuvillette, still trying to find his pace and still in his adjustment stage. He moved to raise his legs up, wrapping it around Wriothesley's waist to prep the other to thrust deeper. The slow, gentle thrusts proved to be making Neuvillette go crazy in anticipation, and he just wanted for Wriothesley to pick up his speed.
"Wrio," Neuvillette cooed, his patience wearing thinner by each slow thrust, "I said you can be rough with me, like you always do."
With the signal from Neuvillette, he went for a quicker thrust this time. Wriothesley held onto the back of Neuvillette's knees, anchoring his legs on his shoulder to thrust even deeper. Neuvillette, now already used to Wriothesley's cock again, bucked his hips whenever Wriothesley thrusted. The sound of squelching, skin-slapping and the bed creaking filled the room, along with the loud mewling that escaped Neuvillette's lips.
"Ah, there!"
Neuvillette kept mewling whenever Wriothesley's tip manages to graze over his prostrate. The chief justice found his hands resting on the other's back, his nails digging into the muscular back. With Wriothesley being ripped all over, Neuvillette felt himself lacking compared to this toned body; he was quite built as well, although, not as built as compared to Wriothesley.
A hand found its way on Neuvillette's plump cheek, thumb rubbing on his skin, "Something on your mind?"
"N-No," Neuvillette stared into those gray eyes that bore back onto him mixed with affection and worry, "nothing."
Wriothesley captured his lips with his, "You're so beautiful, Neuvi."
Neuvillette kissed back with as much hunger and longing for Wriothesley's lips, although the kiss became sloppy as he kept bouncing from each thrust and chasing after the other's lips.
The chief justice buried himself within the crevices of Wriothesley's neck and shoulder. With the slight pain from the pleasure he was experiencing, it's no surprise Neuvillette leaves bite marks. His fangs, although small, manage to just gloss over Wriothesley' skin, and when he experiences a deep thrust, Neuvillette bites on him softly.
"Ngh-" Wriothesley let out a low mewl, "you're naughty."
Because of this –and it almost always happens – Wriothesley moved in the fastest speed he can do, earning a choked gasp from Neuvillette. The chief justice's grayish-pink eyes lolled back, mind only full of lustful, pleasurable thoughts. He feared he was going to pass out; Wriothesley's stamina was no joke. He just kept on thrusting, occasionally planting soft kisses on Neuvillette's inner thighs.
Wriothesley looked at the person below him, a tired smile flashing over momentarily, "Neuvi, you're glowing."
Neuvillette was really glowing; his blue streaks shone in the dark, the moonlight making it a little brighter. Wriothesley noticed this before, that when Neuvillette was elated, his blue streaks began giving off a soft glow. The chief justice was shy about this when it first showed during his first night with Wriothesley, but since then, he's adjusted to it showing at times. Wriothesley thought it only showed when they were having sex, but he was somehow wrong on it. There were times when he preferred to be just around Neuvillette's company, and when he made the chief justice laugh, he noticed that the streaks emanated a dim light.
"Haaa, I'm close, Wrio,"
"Me too."
The last of Wriothesley's thrusts quickened, and Neuvillette kept spewing out moans. He was thankful the chief justice's room was soundproof, else the people of Fontaine would hear how rhythmically stimulating his moans sounded. Wriothesley was just glad he's the only one who can see this vulnerable side of Neuvillette.
"Wrio," Neuvillette's lips raised to whisper, his hot breath sending shivers towards Wriothesley, "please release your seed inside of me."
The sultriness of Neuvillette's tone made him release the semen inside of the chief justice, while the other also came, the thick liquid spewing out into their chests. Neuvillette let out a loud moan, immediately clasping a hand over his lips as he was shocked at how loud it came out. Wriothesley, still gasping for breath, let out a shaky chuckle at his reaction.
Wriothesley pulled out from Neuvillette's hole, smiling at his handiwork. He looked so sexy; Neuvillette's lidded eyes were half-open, chest stained with his own cum, while his hole was still dripping of Wriothesley's hot semen. Neuvillette stroked a spot on his stomach, feeling full and satisfied.
He felt so much closer to Wriothesley now that he finally had the courage to tell him to release his seed inside of him.
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Neuvillette awoke suddenly, realizing he let his eyes drift him off to sleep. He was just surprised he felt clean, the sensation of the cum on his chest being absent, and he didn't feel anymore warmth on his ass. Though he felt a little sore down there, he was thankful to Wriothesley for cleaning him up after their night together.
He looked off to the side and saw Wriothesley sleeping peacefully, his face being illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. Neuvillette smiled to himself, the sight making him look so innocent compared to how rough he was earlier.
Wriothesley stirred in his sleep and his eyelashes slowly fluttered open, "Hm? Why are you up?"
Neuvillette kept smiling. "I do not know. I just found myself waking up suddenly. Thank you for cleaning me up, by the way."
Wriothesley wiped the sleep off from his eyes, "Guess you really need to work on your stamina, chief justice."
Neuvillette's cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.
"Come on, let's sleep some more." Wriothesley murmured against the pillow, pulling Neuvillette into his embrace. "Good night, Neuvillette, my hydro dragon."