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Neuvillette looked at himself in the mirror. He hardly recognized himself. The white fishnets accentuated his long legs and his alabaster skin. The strings of the g-string thong sat high on his hips. The scales that rested around his vent shimmered slightly in the dim light of the lamp on the table through the sheer fabric. The bralette laid flat against his chest, the flowers of blue and purple contrasting against his translucent opal and cerulean scales. He carefully clipped the clasps of the garter belt through the netting of the fishnets.
The idea to acquire such an outfit hit him while out and about in the court of Fontaine. He had paused on his walk to speak to Methe when he overheard a group of women at the cafe discussing such a surprise for their partners. One thing led to another and he ended up in the doors of Chiori’s boutique for a custom piece.
He didn't even know if Wriothesley would like such a thing. He had never mentioned it or anything but the thought of pleasing his partner made his chest swell and his vent begin to ache. Looking in the mirror once more, he reassured himself Wriothesley would absolutely adore the way he looked.
The Iudex had to admit… he liked the way he looked in this lingerie piece. The garter on his waist showed off the curves of his body. The strings of the bralette and the g-string made his lithe body appear more delicate than it usually did. His long white hair hung loose down his back, complimenting the navy blue fabric in contrast.
The door opened and shut downstairs, Wriothesley calling out that it was him. Neuvillette panicked, trying to find anything to cover himself. The dragon didn't anticipate his partner arriving home so soon. The warden usually worked late on Friday nights. Footsteps hit the dragon’s sensitive ears, the wood creaking under the weight of Wriothesley’s boots. There was no time left.
The bedroom door swung open and Neuvillette accepted his fate of being caught like this. He was originally going to wear this under his suit on their next date night… but the duke’s eyes were already widening by the sight in front of him. Pink dusted across Neuvillette’s face. His arms dropped to his side and fiddled with the strings on his hips. He avoided eye contact with his partner shyly.
“Welcome home, darling.” Neuvillette murmured softly “I… hadn't expected you home so soon.”
“Sovereigns…” Wriothesley’s voice was low and thick. His eyes were filled with a hunger the Iudex hadn't seen in his partner since they got together a year ago.
“Do… Do you like it?” Neuvillette asked.
“Like it? Sweetness, you are the most gorgeous creature I've ever laid my eyes on. I can't wait for those fish nets to be around my head while I eat you out.” Wriothesley groaned.
The idea made Neuvillette clench and rub his thighs together, a soft whimper escaping him. Slick was starting to drip out of his vent, dampening the thin string across his slit. Neuvillette didn't have the time to process the massive hands picking him up like he weighed nothing and depositing him on the mattress.
Next thing he knew, his partner’s weight was on top of him and lips were roaming his throat and chest. Teeth scrapped across his collar bone. Bulky thighs caged his hips. A burly hand slid down his side, fingers curling when they came across the delicate fabric of the lingerie.
“Neuvillette you're so sexy… I can't wait to eat you up…” Wriothesley panted against the other’s neck. His voice sounded gone already, like the blood had already rushed south.
Wriothesley kissed down his abdomen, biting at the delicate lace as his lips ghosted past. Milky skin arched into each nip laid across his body. Slow… Wriothesley was moving far too slow for Neuvillette’s liking. Clawed hands slid through salt and pepper locks, firmly grasping and pushing him to the destination. Wriothesley chuckled at the impatience of the dragon under him.
Pulling the g-string aside, Wriothesley groaned at the sight of the slick coated vent. Broad hands pushed apart his thighs and lifted them over his shoulders. The duke was more than happy to make his home between the Iudex’s thighs.
Neuvillette gasped as his partner’s tongue found the slit of his vent. Fingers spread the slit wide, giving Wriothesley more to lavish. He groaned as the sweet tang of his partner’s slick dripped directly onto his tongue. He’d never get sick of the fragrant flavor. Neuvillette had a taste he practically dreamed about, making him crave eating the dripping wet slit every time he saw the dragon nude.
He groaned as he lapped at the sensitive vent. Neuvillette couldn't decide to hold onto the sheets or his lover’s hair. Wriothesley’s hands held the fish net covered thighs firmly in place as he licked to his heart's content. All the dragon could do was lay there and take the pleasure he was receiving, large hands holding him firmly in place.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” Wriothelsey panted.
Fat fingers slid into the tight vent as Wriothesley pressed kisses along the sensitive scales. Two pressed in and immediately began pressing into the soft walls until Neuvillette’s entire body went taunt.
“Theres the spot.” Wriothesley grinned.
His fingers relentlessly pumped in and out of him as he turned Neuvillette into a puddle of moans and sobs against the sheets. Two became three, spreading him wide. Wriothesley groaned at the amount of slick dripping from his entrance onto the sheets below him. The sounds escaping Neuvillette made him want to pull him apart, to make more and more spill out of him.
“It should be criminal how sexy you are. How turned on you make me with such little effort. Fuck, you’re divine sweetness.” Wriothesley muttered, nipping at the fish net covered thigh.
The duke sat up, gathering lithe fishnet clad legs and throwing them over his hips. He fumbled for his zipper as he stared down at the delectable Iudex in front of him. Lavender eyes were hazy looking up at him. They made Wriothesley want… they made him need.
Thin fingers plucked open his waist coat and his shirt, peeling them off and tossing them to the floor. Clawed hands ran down the duke's muscular torso as he wrestled off his pants. Neuvillette was eager to get his hands on his partner between his legs. Wriothesley’s cock was flushed and leaking at the tip, needing to be buried inside the warm vent.
The tip rubbed against the leaking vent, gathering slick to ease the slide. The sensation made Neuvillette whimper, his legs closing around broad hips and hooking around his lower back. He was practically pulling Wriothesley closer, begging to be connected intimately.
Wriothesley tried to hold back as he pressed into his lover. But the tight, soaking wet heat of the vent pulled a guttural groan from his throat. By the time his cock was buried fully inside the dragon, Wriothesley was lost in a sea of pleasure only the hydro sovereign could provide. A feeling he practically craved at this point in their relationship.
And oh how pretty he looked under Wriothesley. Chest flushed… scales peaking out through sheer fabric… tears gathering at his waterline from being filled with fat cock. Oh how the duke loved the look the Iudex got when he wrecked him.
He palmed at his chest, rubbing the sheer fabric of the bralette across his sensitive scales. A tender, heat filled whine escaped the dragon. He bucked his hips, trying to urge Wriothesley to finally start fucking him.
“Sweetness you feel so good.” Wriothesley groaned as he pulled out and pushed back into the tight heat. “You’re wetter than usual… is it the lingerie?”
“It… it pleases me that you like it.” Neuvillette admitted.
“Like it? Oh I love it, sweetness… you look so delicious in this. Fuck when I opened that door, all the blood rushed south and the only thought in my mind was this delicious man is mine.” Wriothesley growled.
“I’m all yours!” Neuvillette moaned, eyes rolling back at a particularly hard thrust. The length inside him pressed against all of his sensitive spots, sending him down a spiral of pleasure.
Hands ran down the fish net clad thigh, fingers digging into the meat and tugging on the fabric. Wriothesley buried his cock into his entrance, thrusting deep inside. The vent clamped down around his throbbing cock. Slick seeped out as at each thrust. Neuvillette bit his lip, moans escaping him. His efforts to quiet himself were thwarted however, the feeling of being filled was far too much for the dragon.
“Wriothesley… Wriothesley!” Neuvillette gasped. “I’m so close… please… push into me hard!”
“You want it hard, rough and fast? Oh I’ll fuck you hard and fast.” Wriothesley grinned.
A high pitched moan echoed off the walls in the room as Wriothesley pistoned in and out of the slick hole. Neuvillette gasped Wriothesley and yanked him down into a kiss. The moans were swallowed by the warden. Thick hands pressed his thighs forward and apart, driving his cock deeper inside the dragon.
Neuvillette clenched down as his orgasm washed over him. Ecstasy laced his veins as he came. The wet sensation made Wriothesley groan. Slick covered Wriothesley’s thighs, the sheets and the fabric of the fish nets. Pink tinted the dragon’s cheeks, his eyes hazy.
Wriothesley gave his lover a moment to catch his breath before the rough thrusts began once again. The duke was actively chasing his orgasm, the dragon mewling in oversensitivity. The quivering entrance squeezed around his cock, practically begging for his release.
It wasn't long before Wriothesley’s body tensed, his orgasm hitting him hard. He filled Neuvillette with a deep groan, his fingers tightening around his thighs and tearing the fishnet. The sound of the fabric tearing made his cock twitch inside Neuvillette.
Wriothesley pressed another kiss to Neuvillette as they both came down from the high of their orgasm. The dragon carded his fingers through salt and pepper hair, smiling softly at the tender gesture. Gently, he pulled out of Neuvillette, peppering kisses across his lover's face.
Semen dripped out of Neuvillette’s entrance, making the other man whimper softly. The duke got out of the bed and grabbed a cloth to clean up his partner. Once the Iudex was clean, the rag was tossed aside and he returned to the sheets with a tired Neuvillette.
“Fuck, now that is the way to come home from a long week.” Wriothesley chuckled breathlessly. “You, Sweetness, are incredible.”
“I was nervous you wouldn't like me dressed like this so… I am quite pleased you enjoyed it. Perhaps I can commission Chiori for another one?” Neuvillette offered.
“You’re killin’ me, love.” Wriothesley groaned. “You wear as much lingerie as you'd like… I'll worship you in each outfit you slip on.”