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Wriothesley stirs, shaking off the last dregs of sleep as he blinks, trying to orient himself. He has an extremely important mission today, and he’s determined to ace it with flying colours.
The blackout curtains Wriothesley picked out do their job, keeping the room dark- except a sliver of sunlight shines in, creeping in from the gap in the curtains Neuvillette insists on leaving. Natural light is beneficial in keeping one’s biological clock on time, Wriothesley, his husband had sniffed, with as much authority as he could manage with his hair ruffled and lips swollen from their makeout session prior. It’s important to maintain a schedule, especially for you humans who tire and fall ill so easily.
Wriothesley smiles, the saccharine memory honeying the edges of his gaze. He turns to look beside him, where Neuvillette slumbers peacefully. He reaches out, brushing away some stray locks that had escaped Neuvillette’s braid- a solution they’d developed so neither of them ended up with a mouthful of hair in the middle of the night. Like this, Neuvillette looks ethereal, all pale eyelashes and wispy figure. One could mistake him for a fairy from olden tales with how unearthly he looks.
But only Wriothesley knows exactly how much power strums through the veins of the person lying before him. Only Wriothesley knows how Neuvillette flushes with a couple drinks too many in his system, how he pouts when he’s sick and wants to be taken care of. Only Wriothesley is privy to his fears, his struggles with feeling untethered, his sensitive heart.
Looking at him, Wriothesley’s heart aches with tenderness. I would give him the world, he thinks, not for the first time. He could ask for the moon, the stars; and I’d give it to him. He’d give Neuvillette his life, would even plunge his hand right into his own chest and present his heart, bloody and still pulsing.
Ergo, his extremely important mission: making sure Neuvillette has the best birthday ever.
His husband is, to put it lightly, a workaholic. Wriothesley has to suppress a sigh just thinking about how his dragon runs himself to the ground, even if only for a child sleeping better at night. For his beloved husband’s special day, Wriothesley wants to spoil him by fulfilling a longtime fantasy of theirs. Neuvillette had admitted once, too sleepy to be embarrassed; that he’d thought of Wriothesley taking him in his sleep. He’d been snug under the covers, telling Wriothesley in a soft murmur: how he wanted to be used, make him go sloppy and stuff him full until he wakes up to Wriothesley in between his thighs.
Not one to dally, Wriothesley starts with gentle touches. He curls back around his husband, holding Neuvillette’s back against his front. Sliding his hands under Neuvillette’s sleepwear, he finds his husband’s chest, fingers ghosting over his nipples. He caresses around and across the buds, coaxing them out from where they’re sunken into themselves. Neuvillette exhales, and Wriothesley wonders if he could come from this alone: cunt messy just from his chest being touched, writhing in Wriothesley’s lap.
As hot as that would be, Wriothesley files that away for another time, his touch trailing down Neuvillette’s body. He presses a warm palm to Neuvillette’s stomach, where his womb is; leaving his imprint there before he slips a hand into Neuvillette’s panties.
To his delight, he discovers that Neuvillette’s already wet, cloying moisture at his entrance. His husband’s affinity for pleasure probably has something to do with his instincts to mate and his authority with Hydro, because- well, plainly put, Neuvillette just gets wet so easily. A heavy makeout session alone leaves his husband soaked through his robes, his dirty want hidden away under all those layers of propriety.
No one else knows how much the Chief Justice needs it. A streak of possessiveness surges through Wriothesley, and he presses the pads of two fingers hard against Neuvillette’s slumbering clit.
Immediately Neuvillette twitches, delicate brows furrowing. Wriothesley hopes he’s having a good dream- perhaps one about Wriothesley giving it to him, how Wriothesley alone gets to share his pleasure. He pinches Neuvillette’s clit, revelling in the tiny gasp he receives; before soothing the sting with firm circles around the sensitive bud.
Neuvillette sighs, a blurt of slick wetting Wriothesley’s fingers. Wriothesley presses a kiss to the exposed shoulder in front of him, before plunging three fingers into Neuvillette’s drenched entrance.
The reaction he gets will be the stuff of his fantasies for times to come. Neuvillette’s sleeping body jerks, and his cunt, lewd as it is, starts to convulse, rhythmic pulses around Wriothesley’s fingers. Yet with Neuvillette, Wriothesley knows to deny him first before giving it to him all at once. He draws his fingers out entirely, the slick coated tips going to stroke at Neuvillette’s entrance instead. At once Neuvillette’s pussy goes wild, the mouth fluttering as it gasps and clutches, desperate for anything to fill it up. Smiling, Wriothesley puts his fingers back in, slowly starting to finger fuck Neuvillette as he sucks a hickey into the side of his dragon’s neck.
‘You’re so needy, sweetheart,’ he whispers, even though Neuvillette can’t hear him. ‘Desperate and horny, even in your sleep. Can’t stand being empty, hm?’
‘So tight around me,’ Wriothesley praises, pressing against Neuvillette’s sweet spot with each intrusion. Neuvillette whines through his nose, a plaintive sound. ‘Always so good for me, want me to breed you so badly. Even though you aren’t awake to feel it, you know it’s me, don’t you? Need your mate to fill you up and make you feel good, you’d do anything for pleasure.’
Neuvillette responds with letting his legs fall apart even more, his cunt clutching tighter as he breathes heavily. His panties are definitely ruined with how much slick he’s producing, wetness dripping down Wriothesley’s fingers and beading off the side of his palm. Suddenly overwhelmed with the need to taste, Wriothesley withdraws his fingers and yanks off Neuvillette’s sleep pants.
Neuvillette makes a noise of protest in his throat, shivering a little as the cool air hits him. Wriothesley stares- even after so many years being together, the sight of Neuvillette’s desire, pink pussy dewy and flushed, entrance spasming like it can’t control itself- never fails to make his throat go dry. Lifting his husband so Neuvillette’s thighs come to rest on his shoulders, Wriothesley silently sends a grateful prayer to whatever deity above.
He kisses Neuvillette’s inner thighs, finding them shiny from slick. Then, finally, Wriothesley wraps his lips around Neuvillette’s swollen clit, sucking hard once before following with soft laps, just the way his husband likes it. Neuvillette’s cunt jumps before he spills again, a wave of slick wetting Wriothesley’s chin. Wriothesley groans, dick unbearably hard in his pants, pressing his entire face into Neuvillette’s warm clutch, inhaling his husband’s musk. Then he slides two fingers back into Neuvillette’s canal, and reattaches his mouth to his husband’s clit. He sucks gently, laving his tongue over and over the sweet nub while petting Neuvillette from the inside. He holds his husband’s hips down as he squirms and jerks, his sleep snuffles climbing higher in pitch.
Wriothesley keeps it up, alternating between wide sweeps of his tongue and tender suckles, feeling how his husband twitches around the stretch of Wriothesley’s thick fingers. All too soon, Neuvillette starts to tighten up, cunt clamping down as he whimpers. Impossibly, he gets even wetter, so much so that the taste of his heady thickness hits the back of Wriothesley’s throat.
His darling husband is close, Wriothesley knows. Pulling back slightly, Wriothesley speaks against his skin: ‘It’s alright, I got you. Let go, sweetheart.’
Wriothesley dives back in, shoving another finger into Neuvillette before starting to pump them, all the while opening his mouth wide and keeping his tongue flat so Neuvillette can grind his clit down to his heart’s pleasure. Sure enough, Neuvillette’s seizes up before he shrieks, all dragon; squirting on Wriothesley’s face. His pussy nearly crushes Wriothesley’s fingers as his body goes taut, trembling through what has to be an earth-shattering orgasm. Wriothesley holds him tight throughout, drinking down his husband’s squirt and paying generous attention to the poor little nub as he cums. Neuvillette’s stomach tenses and relaxes and tenses again, tongue lolling out of his mouth as his jaw slackens, lost to orgasm.
Gradually, Neuvillette’s peak ebbs, and Wriothesley’s able to gingerly remove his fingers from his husband's still feebly twitching cunt. He presses a final kiss to Neuvillette’s clit, before he looks up to see that his eyes have slid open, looking at him.
Neuvillette's slit pupils are blown impossibly wide, nearly swallowing his irises. His nipples have also fully emerged, poking pathetically out in the bedroom air and begging for attention. But worst- or best, if you ask Wriothesley- of all, is his cunt, so hopelessly wet that Wriothesley can hear when he moves. He looks so turned on, cloyingly seductive after having bloomed under Wriothesley's hands, and Wriothesley- Wriothesley just has to kiss him. He climbs up the length of the bed, reaching for his husband's face, suddenly desperate to be close.
Neuvillette opens his mouth automatically to meet his mouth. They kiss messily, Neuvillette no doubt tasting himself and savouring the flavour.
Eventually, they pull apart with a slick pop. Wriothesley goes to lay his head over Neuvillette’s heart, staring up at him adoringly. ‘Good morning, sweetheart.’
Neuvillette tilts his head down to look at him. His throat visibly works before he swallows, clearing his throat. Wriothesley smirks, waiting patiently- satisfied with the evidence of how good he’d made his husband feel.
‘My,’ Neuvillette finally says. ‘This is quite the present.’
Wriothesley can’t help a fond laugh- Neuvillette is just so cute like this, serious even when dishevelled and panting. He’s ever so darling under Wriothesley’s hands, eyes glassy with a lovely flush across his cheeks. Wriothesley succumbs to the overwhelming urge to kiss him again, sucking Neuvillette’s tongue into his mouth.
‘I love you,’ he tells his husband when they part, voice unbearably soft. ‘Happy birthday.’ Wriothesley kisses his cheek, pushing his nose against Neuvillette’s neck to subtly inhale his crisp scent of lilies.
‘Mm,’ Neuvillette replies, preening at the attention. ‘It certainly has been a happy birthday yet.’
Wriothesley chuckles, shifting to cuddle closer to him. ‘You shouldn’t let me off the hook so easily,’ he teases with a playful nip to Neuvillette’s ear. ‘Give an inch, and I’ll push a mile.’
‘I fail to see the problem,’ Neuvillette replies, matter-of-fact. ‘After all, I'm hardly unwilling.’
Wriothesley inhales, but before he can say anything, Neuvillette sits up. Silver hair cascades down his naked body, all graceful lines and supple curves; and he’s so beautiful that Wriothesley forgets to breathe for a second.
Neuvillette turns toward him. His smile is knowing as he lifts a hand to trail down Wriothesley’s stomach, stopping just short of his crotch.
‘I’m sure my beloved husband can think of other activities to make this birthday more…’ Neuvillette considers, ‘fruitful.’
He stalks his gaze up to Wriothesley’s face, and the intent in those draconic pupils pin him in place. With Neuvillette’s back to the window, sunlight forms a halo around his silhouette, imposing and striking and so, so enticing.
‘By the Seven,’ Wriothesley groans, all but throwing himself at Neuvillette. ‘You sure know how to keep a guy on his toes.’
It’s a testament to how much Neuvillette wants it too that he doesn’t so much as tut at Wriothesley’s choice of expletive. Instead, he lets himself be gathered up in Wriothesley’s arms, purring as he appraises Wriothesley’s muscles.
‘Such strength,’ he speaks, squeezing a bicep approvingly as Wriothesley moves them so Neuvillette is straddling his lap. Neuvillette grinds forward, leaving a smear of sticky wetness on Wriothesley’s thigh. Wriothesley grunts at the sensation, dick back to full hardness in no time, throbbing against Neuvillette’s leg.
Neuvillette throws him a look of amusement, but mercifully doesn’t say anything as he takes Wriothesley in hand, giving his cock a firm stroke from top to bottom.
Wriothesley has to bite back a moan- Neuvillette’s slicked his hand with Hydro, the slide wet and tight as he pumps Wriothesley’s dick.
‘For a judge,’ Wriothesley grits, ‘You certainly don’t play fair.’
Neuvillette gives him one of those beatific smiles, like he doesn’t know what Wriothesley’s talking about; before thumbing hard at the underside of his cockhead.
Wriothesley hisses, ignoring the mirth in Neuvillette’s eyes as he gently bats his husband's hand away. The wetness on his thigh has only gathered, proof of Neuvillette’s desire, and Wriothesley can do naught but answer. ‘Let me take care of you.’
Neuvillette lifts himself up on his knees, going to sit on Wriothesley’s cock. He’s still soft and open from his earlier orgasm, inhaling when Wriothesley’s cockhead brushes his raw clit. He’s dripping, but so is Wriothesley, his flushed tip smearing precum all over Neuvillette’s leg. When he meets Neuvillette’s entrance, they both moan- Neuvillette’s so sensitive that just the slightest contact has him clenching, the mouth of his cunt sucking at Wriothesley in the dirtiest kiss.
Wriothesley goes to bite Neuvillette’s lip, and they pant into each other’s space. ‘Sweetheart,’ Wriothesley holds his chin between two fingers, affection warming him when he sees how flushed Neuvillette is. ‘Do you want me to wear a condom?’
Neuvillette glares at him: half incredulous, half annoyance, and all blistering want. ‘If you don’t get your dick inside me right now, Wriothesley, I will bite it right off.’
And well, if that doesn’t turn him on.
Wriothesley sucks a bruise into Neuvillette’s Adam’s apple as he helps Neuvillette sit down, sinking into that clutching warmth. Neuvillette pants, so wanton in the way his tongue lolls slightly out of his mouth, and Wriothesley can’t help but lean in and suck on it. Neuvillette whimpers, drooling as Wriothesley fills him up, snug.
‘So big,’ he marvels, his words slurring a little. ‘You’re all the way up here, beloved, look.’
Wriothesley looks- and nearly passes out. His cock has nudged a heavy bulge up against Neuvillette’s womb, and the sight of it makes him so hard his head spins, cock oozing precum helplessly inside Neuvillette’s pussy.
Neuvillette laughs, throaty, reaching up to wipe away the blood from Wriothesley’s nose. ‘Do be careful,’ he breathes, smiling. ‘I would be disappointed if we had to spend today in the infirmary.’
Wriothesley’s gums ache, shaking at the sensation of his cock being pressed up against Neuvillette’s wrapping folds, his pussy fluttering around him as he adjusts. He tips his face up to look at Wriothesley, dearly beloved features twisted in pleasure. Sometimes Wriothesley wonders how he’s been so lucky to have become privy to this- for Fontaine’s very own Chief Justice, the Hydro Dragon Sovereign, to have entrusted himself so entirely to Wriothesley of all people.
All at once he’s overcome with the need to hold Neuvillette, and he squeezes his husband close, heedless of where they’re joined.
Neuvillette chuckles, the sound rolling through his chest. He pats Wriothesley’s head, leaning down to press a kiss to his hair. ‘Yes, yes,’ he placates. ‘I love you too. Now, move.’
Wriothesley chortles, leaning in. Neuvillette’s teasing smile is pressed against his own as they kiss, tasting metal and heady slick on each other. Wriothesley starts to rock, rolling movements that thrust deep and force Neuvillette to break away, gasping.
They come together in a heavy grind, slow and hard. Wriothesley litters love bites over Neuvillette’s skin while Neuvillette drips in his lap and rubs his nipples against Wriothesley’s chest. Seeing his husband writhe, so open with his pleasure, has Wriothesley slamming home a little harder. Neuvillette is hot and wet around him, cunt clamping down in a way that can only be described as excited, and they move together, swallowing each other’s moans.
‘On my back,’ Neuvillette pants. ‘Want your cock to pin me into the mattress.’
Wriothesley groans and they flip positions. His cock parts reluctantly with Neuvillette’s cunt, and he hisses at the filthy sound it makes. Glancing down, he finds his cock shiny with Neuvillette’s slick, thoroughly coated in his husband’s want.
Neuvillette’s hair fans over the pillows, holding the backs of his own thighs as he spreads his legs open; wet entrance red and dripping, a silent demand to be fucked.
‘Gods, sweetheart,’ Wriothesley pleads. ‘What am I going to do with you.’
‘Fuck me, obviously,’ comes the tart reply.
Wriothesley laughs, affection warming his chest. He sinks back into Neuvillette’s warmth- Neuvillette moans, a draconic keen; and Wriothesley takes a breath before starting to fuck him, hard rabbiting thrusts that thrust all the way up to Neuvillette’s cervix.
His husband cries out, eyes rolling back into his head. Neuvillette’s pussy delights, clutching down in a frenzy on Wriothesley’s dick; so turned on that a ring of white is starting to form where he’s stretched wide on cock. Wriothesley swears, drawing almost entirely out of Neuvillette’s pussy and slamming it back in impossibly deep; before doing it again, and again.
‘Yes, ye-es,’ Neuvillette moans, the sound hiccuping from how he’s being fucked. ‘Right there, don’t stop, don’t stop, Wriothesley-!’
Wriothesley swears, leaning forward and grinding deep inside. Neuvillette shrieks as Wriothesley’s cockhead juts hard against his cervix, pussy somehow leaking even more. One of his hands pinches his own nipple, and the other goes to rub his own clit, so soaked that Wriothesley can hear how he’s palming the abused nub.
Seeing him so lewd, all caution thrown to the wind as he chases his own pleasure without a care; Wriothesley realises he’s not going to last long at all. The need to cum blitzes through him, and he shudders, suddenly winded.
‘Shit, sweetheart,’ he groans. His hips can’t seem to stop, jerking forward in one and then another sticky slide, hurtling towards his release. ‘You’re so warm- tight- feel so good- not g’na last-’
Neuvillette pants, half gone in his pleasure. He’s so wet that Wriothesley almost slips out of him a couple times, no doubt feeling ecstatic from the way his pussy’s clenching. ‘Give it t’me,’ he gasps. ‘Want you all the way inside, fuck me until I’m so stuffed you leak down my thighs, Wriothesley, please-’
He’s hopelessly enticing, tears and drool marring his pretty face, his cunt a mess and moaning like a whore. He’s wet all over, hot and tight around him and- and Wriothesley comes with a shout, bursting inside Neuvillette. His balls draw up and then he’s coming, spilling so completely all over Neuvillette’s insides that his vision blacks out and his ears ring.
Neuvillette comes as well, draconic scream piercing the still morning air as he spasms around Wriothesley’s cock. He squirts again, wetting Wriothesley’s stomach and spraying all over their sheets.
It takes awhile before Wriothesley’s brought back to his senses by his softened cock slipping out of Neuvillette’s ruined hole. Come drips out of the flushed entrance, threads of white marring the clear slick, running down Neuvillette’s taint as his pussy continues to pulse. Wriothesley leans down, lapping up the mess, spit mixing with all the other fluids. Neuvillette jerks, overstimulated and crying too much, Wriothesley, please. He knows Neuvillette loves it, though, and sure enough; after a few gentle sucks on his clit, Neuvillette’s coming around his tongue, trembling through a third orgasm as he squirts feebly.
Wriothesley is sure he looks wild, practically soaked in Neuvillette’s juices, panting from the exertion. Yet Neuvillette looks at him like he hung the moon, opening his arms. Wriothesley gratefully slots himself back into his husband's embrace, and for a moment neither of them say anything.
Neuvillette breaks the silence. ‘Thank you, Wriothesley,’ he says, and Wriothesley is deeply pleased to hear how wrecked his voice sounds. ‘I have not experienced quite such- intense, pleasure in a good while.’
Wriothesley pushes his head against Neuvillette’s hand, prompting his husband to start petting his hair. ‘No problem, sweetheart.’ he replies, pleased as punch. ‘Did you enjoy your gift?’
He doesn’t have to see Neuvillette's face to know he’s giving him a dry look. ‘You know better than anyone that you did exceptionally,’ Neuvillette says. ‘Or would you like an award to certify the fact?’
‘Why not,’ Wriothesley smiles, content to let the banter carry on. ‘I could hang it next to my Duke brooch.’
Neuvillette sighs, too polite to roll his eyes. ‘You hardly need to fish for compliments with me,’ Neuvillette tells him, stern. ‘After all, there has always only been you.’
Wriothesley’s heart swells. Neuvillette sighs again, adoring, and the kiss they exchange is sweet as ever.