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Anduin eyed the pieces on the Jihui board trying his best to hide his growing impatience. The only sound filling the upstairs area of the tavern was his fingers idly tapping against the table the game board occupied. He briefly lifted his gaze from the board to his opponent, finding that he was clearly not very interested in their ongoing game.
Anduin narrowed his eyes, annoyed that the Black Dragon sitting across from him was far more invested in a Pandaren scroll. The Dragon’s red eyes scanned the lines of ink intently, completely ignoring the game and the Alliance prince altogether.
"It's your turn, Wrathion." Anduin stated in a slightly irritated tone as his patience finally ran thin.
The Dragon did nothing to acknowledge Anduin’s statement, instead he rolled up the scroll casually before setting it to the side and grabbing a new one off the table. Anduin clenched his teeth, feeling one of his eyes twitch.
"Last I checked, prince Anduin, you were in no rush to be going anywhere." Wrathion gestured, without even looking away from his scroll, to Anduin’s leg propped up on a wooden stool.
"I will take my turn when I so desire to."
With that, the Dragon returned to skimming the contents of the parchment. Anduin knew the Dragon must have been having a bad influence on him because he wanted to strangle him right then and there. Instead, Anduin tried to stifle his frustration by focusing on anything other than the Black Dragon.
This was, however, quite the impossible feat for him. Wrathion had, whether he liked to admit it or not, become a mainstay in his life at the moment considering his current situation. He was really the only other person he could pass time with besides his guards.
He wasn't ashamed to admit that he had been put off initially by Wrathion’s presence, considering his unlucky history with members of the Black Dragon Flight. But Wrathion proved to be different from the likes of Onyxia and Deathwing. He was approachable enough and he genuinely appeared to care about the fate of Azeroth like a true Earth Warden. Though Anduin was still unsure of the Dragonkin's methods.
Wrathion was rather pragmatic and set in his own ideals about strength and power, something that they often disagreed on. He wasn’t entirely sure what Wrathion was up to most of the time, with his countless adventurers stopping by to speak with him, but he knew he could not entirely trust the Dragon.
Yet Anduin couldn’t deny he was still intrigued by Wrathion, and he figured it was safe to assume the Black Dragon felt the same about him seeing as they had developed something of an odd relationship. If he had never journeyed to these ancient lands, it was very likely the two would have never crossed paths. And even if they did later in life, Anduin’s duties as prince would have certainly held him back from consorting with the Dragon in the first place.
There was just something about being in Pandaria that filled him with a newfound sense of freedom, something he had long since been craving. To break free from his guarded lifestyle and make his own choices, see new places and meet vastly different people. It was such a new rush for him, an exciting amount of freedom that allowed him to forget he was the prince of Stormwind for a time.
That was especially how he felt around Wrathion. Without being hidden away behind castle walls or his father he could be far bolder than usual, and entertaining the Black Dragon just so happened to be one of those instances. Anduin had to admit that these feelings he felt around the Dragonkin could potentially prove unwise in the long run, but the rush of new sensations he experienced whenever they stood close together, whenever their lips ghosted against each other's, whenever hands touched him where no one else had, it was hard to think straight.
He knew it might prove to be a foolish choice associating with this enigmatic Dragon. He'd have to keep his wits about him. Or well, as best as he could as often he found himself lost in the intimacy they shared these days. Anduin turned away from his wandering thoughts back to the Jihui board. He felt a frown stretch across his lips when he found Wrathion had still yet to make his move, still engrossed in Titans only knows what he was reading.
Anduin was about ready to resign himself from the game altogether when an idea peeked up in the back of his head. His frown slowly shifted to that of a smirk.
"I suppose you're right, I'm not in any particular rush at the moment." Anduin began with a drawn-out sigh.
"I just thought maybe we could make this game more entertaining with a little wager is all." he eyed Wrathion with a mischievous grin.
"That is, if you're interested."
For the first time since the match had started, the Black Dragon’s eyes locked onto Anduin with an intense glow. Slowly Wrathion turned towards him, rolling up the scroll he had been reading.
"And what exactly did you have in mind for this wager, prince Anduin?"
Wrathion asked, setting down the scroll to the side of the table, red eyes not once breaking away from Anduin’s.
Gotcha. Sometimes Wrathion was a bit too easy to read. Anduin straightened up slightly in his seat, crossing his arms and shrugging.
"Well, I'd hate to impose if you have more important things to attend to. " He side eyed the collection of scrolls next to the Dragon.
Wrathion crossed his legs, leaning closer to the table.
"Minor matters I can assure you." The Dragon dismissed with the wave of a hand. "Now then, onto the details of this wager."
Anduin had to try very hard to suppress the smirk that threatened to spread across his face, instead putting on an innocent and friendly smile as he propped his hands on his lap.
"I was thinking," he began, purposefully trying to draw his sentences out, "whoever is forced to surrender first must give the victor anything he wants."
He sat back, content in knowing fully well that Wrathion would not pass up an opportunity like this. Anduin had willingly set up the condition of "anything" to be vague and exploitable for the victor. No doubt the Dragonkin would be enticed by such a prospect, ready to twist Anduin’s words for his own benefit.
Sure enough, the Dragon raised his eyebrows in interest.
"Anything you say?"
Anduin nodded.
"Anything."
The Dragon paused, appearing to think momentarily, lifting a hand to place over his mouth. But Anduin knew it was a farce. He could see it in the intense red glow of Wrathion’s eyes, and it did not take a genius to know that behind his hand the Dragon was in no doubt likely grinning eagerly.
Anduin knew this was quite a risky play on his part, but he was willing to take his chances if it meant he could finally corner the cunning Dragon with his own methods and get some answers out of him. He would have the chance to, if he won that is, find out the Dragon’s true intentions while still getting to finish their game. A rather clever plot on his part he had to admit. Seems Wrathion was rubbing off on him indeed.
The Black Dragon dropped the hand from his face, revealing a clearly subdued smile.
"Very well prince Anduin, I find your wager to be rather exciting. No doubt this will certainly make the game far more interesting for the both of us."
"It's settled then." Anduin outstretched his hand towards Wrathion to seal the deal.
The Dragonkin did not even hesitate, grabbing onto his hand and giving it a firm shake while displaying a wide toothy grin that showed off his sharp canines.
"To the victor goes the spoils."
When it came to Jihui, Wrathion and Anduin were often an even match for one another. After Anduin had taught the Black Dragon the rules of the game, even if the Dragon did find them disagreeable, he became increasingly well versed in the game's strategies and tactics.
Most of their games came to an end at a standstill, much to Wrathion’s distaste, but this time it was different. Both were intent on forcing the other into a corner, one that could only end with surrender. Anduin was so focused on the game that he completely lost track of time. As their silent battle dragged on the day was slowly slipping into the late glow of the evening.
The match continued to drag on, and as it did, Anduin felt his once promising win slipping away with time. Stuck, he scoured for tricks and strategies tucked away in his head but none seemed suitable to get him out of his current predicament. Wrathion had not uttered a word to him the entire game, no goading or teasing, he simply moved his pieces efficiently when his turns came.
Anduin’s final choice of escape was to bet it all on chance, and hope he could weasel his way out of a surrender. But no matter what he did the Black Dragon kept pushing him back again and again. It was almost ruthless how efficient the Dragon was at waning Anduin down. If this was any normal match, the prince would have scolded the Dragon for his underhanded tactics but this was far from a normal match. Both were eager to win their chosen prizes and playing every trick they could think up.
Unfortunately for Anduin, playing tricks and scheming was not entirely his forte. The same could not be said for Wrathion, who thrived off of such things. As evening was finally giving way to night, Anduin, with a hand to his temple finally surrendered. He ultimately knew what would come next, preparing for the Dragon’s gloating. Wrathion stood up from his chair stool, arms folded behind his back with a smug glow in his eyes.
"I will say that was a much more entertaining game indeed, prince Anduin."
He looked up from the board to stare blankly at the Black Dragon with tired eyes. The smugness was practically oozing out of him, Anduin would not be hearing the end of this for days. Though that was not important at the moment. Now he would have to hear what Wrathion’s request would be, and he knew it wasn't going to be something simple.
The Dragon had no use for any personal possessions nor money, so that left only one other prize that was valuable enough to him: information. Anduin had spent enough time around the other to vaguely grasp that he had a keen interest in knowing many things for his own undisclosed reasons. The way he studied Pandarian history, pouring over everything and anything he could find was a sure indicator of the Dragonkin’s unyielding thirst for knowledge.
Anduin’s brain started working overtime. What could Wrathion possibly want to know from him? Alliance intel? Perhaps something about his father? What on Azeroth could Anduin possibly know that the Dragon wouldn’t already know? Or maybe he would make a request instead, that did still technically fall under the terms of anything.
"Our game seems to have gone on for quite some while." The Dragonkin’s idle musing brought him back from his racing thoughts. Wrathion’s eyes stared into the darkness of night beyond the window behind Anduin before shifting his gaze back to the prince.
"It's gotten late, I think it's best if we retire for the night, wouldn't you agree?"
Anduin had to guess that the dazed look on his face gave away his confusion, as he was met with an amused puff of air from the other.
"You're wondering what I intend to collect I surmise?" The Dragon tilted his head, his turban shifting ever so slightly. He didn’t wait for Anduin’s response, instead a knowing grin stretched across his lips.
"Make no mistake, prince Anduin, I will let it be known when I plan on claiming my reward but that may wait until later."
With that Wrathion bowed slightly to the prince before straightening up, turning away, and moving down the hall of the tavern towards his quarters, leaving Anduin still baffled in his seat. He didn’t move for a few moments, instead just staring at the pieces still in place on the Jihui board. Slowly and methodically, he began clearing the pieces from the board in silence. The tavern below had long since grown quiet, leaving Anduin and his guards as the only people still seemingly awake.
As he cleared the board, his mind was blank, working purely on habit, but as he slid the final pieces into the game cup a new feeling had bubbled up inside him. Utter embarrassment. He felt his face growing so hot he knew it had to be red.
As Anduin pulled his injured leg from the stool in front of him, he couldn't help but chastise himself. No doubt Wrathion had wanted to prompt this type of reaction out of him, to get him all worked up and then left with nothing. No answers or explanation as usual, and he had played right into it like a fool. He had started with the upper hand and yet the Dragon still turned it to his own favor. It was infuriating.
He was almost grumbling to himself as he finally stood from his seat, leaning his weight onto his walking cane. His guards followed suit behind him as he made his way to his own room, still entirely irked by the outcome of the game. Not so much for the fact he had lost mind you, but for the fact Wrathion had toyed with him. Almost as if he knew what Anduin was expecting, and did the complete opposite just to throw him off. Anduin let out an annoyed huff. It was always a game with Wrathion. Honestly sometimes he didn't know why he liked…
He paused for a moment in the hallway.
He hadn’t really thought about it much, but did he actually…like Wrathion? More than just general attraction was there more going on here than just a flash in the pan relationship? Could he even consider it a real relationship? Anduin had never been in one before now that he thought about it. He had minor crushes here and there but nothing beyond that. He shook his head, trying to make sense of his thoughts as he continued to his room.
This thing between him and Wrathion, could it ever be anything more than what it was now? When Anduin had to return to Stormwind would it be like none of this had happened? Just back to being a well-behaved prince? Could he really forget about everything that happened here, and to be honest would he even want to?
A wave of uncertainty washed over him as he grabbed the handle of his door, his throat strangely tightening up the more he thought about these things. It was strange, he wasn't sure why he felt this way, it wasn't as if him and Wrathion had a serious relationship. It had always just been secret trysts, so why did he almost wish for more?
A fleeting idea of a never-ending adventure where things could just stay as they were now flashed in his head before he pushed it down. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and relaxing his shoulders before pushing the door opening and walking into his temporary room. Whatever the future held for the both of them, he prayed to the Light he would have the strength to face it.
As usual, Anduin shooed his guards away when they kept asking if he needed any help preparing for bed. It was so bothersome to be treated like some broken little thing that needed help. He knew it came from a good place though, so he couldn't get too frustrated by it. When he was finally prepared to retire for the evening, he plopped down onto the side of his bed with a sigh.
He leaned his walking cane against the nightstand, before sitting back up to lift his bad leg onto the bed. Though he stilled when in the corner of his eye a shape stood out against the darkness of his room, and it certainly hadn't been there before.
Startled, Anduin’s head whipped around to face the figure. There, at the small lounging area at the center of his room, stood a very familiar Black Dragon. He squinted at the Dragonkin who currently had his back to him, standing over the lounge table appearing to be settting something down onto it.
"Wrathion?" Anduin whispered incredulously.
The Dragon turned his head slightly to look towards him. His unmistakable red eyes pierced through the nighttime darkness. He seemed completely unphased by the dumbfounded look Anduin was giving him.
"I hope you don't mind that I let myself in, prince Anduin." Wrathion whispered nonchalantly, still preoccupied with whatever he was doing. Anduin glanced towards a small circular window up on his bedroom wall, knowing for certain that the Dragon had slipped in that way with his true whelpling form.
"Of course I mind, what are you even doing here?" Anduin turned his attention back to the Dragonkin, speaking hastily in a hushed voice. They hardly ever met in each other’s rooms; Anduin was always worried about being discreet.
The Black Dragon turned towards him now, raising an eyebrow.
"Why, I'm here to collect my chosen reward." He spoke as if that was supposed to be obvious.
Anduin narrowed his eyes in confusion.
"What?"
Wrathion sighed and rolled his eyes.
"My reward from our wager Anduin, the very one you set up."
Oh. A part of him should have known he would pull something like this, once he started playing a game with the Dragon it hardly ever ended when it should. Wrathion had the tendency to drag things out with a dramatic flair. There would be time to gripe about that later though, for now he was more concerned with what the Dragon intended to take as his reward, and why he felt the need to sneak into his room to do so.
“Right…And that would be…?” Anduin cocked his head squinting at the Dragonkin, mentally preparing to meet some outlandish demand.
The Dragon tilted his head slightly without any change in his expression.
"You, of course." Wrathion answered casually.
After a moment of silence, Anduin couldn’t help but blurt out a very perplexed 'huh?', something that seemed to amuse the Dragon greatly.
"Dear prince, I did tell you that you would know when I intended to collect, and I have decided to collect now, and my prize shall be you." A sharp devious grin formed on Wrathion’s face as he talked, making his intentions very clear. "You do, after all, fit under the terms of anything."
Anduin couldn’t help but gawk at the Black Dragon. He wasn’t expecting…well, he never thought Wrathion would choose such a, well, such a straight forward reward. It defied almost everything he had come to know about the Dragon’s nature. He could have asked anything of him, and Anduin would have been bound by his word to comply. To think he would choose him over anything else caused his body to inexplicably heat up.
In the time he was lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed Wrathion crossing over to his bedside. When the Dragonkin sat down by his side he jumped slightly, turning to shoot the other an unsure look. He felt his stomach flip when the Dragon leaned in close to his personal space, face merely inches away from his own as red eyes studied his reaction.
"I assume you have no issues with this, prince Anduin?" This close, he could feel Wrathion’s words resonating throughout his body. He could already faintly feel the heat the Dragon's body always radiated. He faltered with his words, his linen sleep shirt feeling unbearably hot against his skin.
A warm hand pressed to the side of his face and if he could Anduin would have melted on the spot. The Dragon raised an eyebrow, still expecting an answer. The prince tried to steel himself, finding his throat dry with the other so close. He swallowed, before tentatively opening his mouth.
"Alright." It was faint and breathless, but the Black Dragon had his answer.
Wrathion grinned in response, then closed the gap between them, pressing a kiss to the prince’s lips. Anduin’s eyes widened, stunned only for a moment before he was fumbling to match the Dragon's lips. Then the Dragon pulled away, moving to stand up from the bed. Anduin could only blink, face flushed staring dumbstruck up towards the other. When the Black Dragon turned his head to look down into his eyes, he saw it; a mischievous glint in those ruby eyes.
"I hope you don't mind, my dear prince." Wrathion drawled in a low voice. "But I would like to place some of my own conditions on this request."
Of course. It would never just be that simple, would it?
The Black Dragon strolled back over to the lounge table, grabbing whatever he left there. When he turned to face Anduin, he could barely make out something folded together in the Dragon's hands. As Wrathion returned to his bedside, allowing him to get a better look, he squinted. To Anduin, it just looked like folded silky fabric and nothing more. He turned his attention from the silk to the Dragonkin, raising an eyebrow.
“My you really are quite the sheltered one, prince Anduin.” Wrahtion tutted shaking his head, causing the prince to narrow his eyes.
“Maybe you should hurry up and explain what you mean already instead of dragging everything out.” Anduin retorted, tired of being constantly jerked around due to the Dragon’s aptitude for theatrics.
This amused the Black Dragon as he let out a chuckle.
"How uncouth for a prince." Wrathion spoke with a lopsided smirk. "Very well, if you can't think of the answer yourself, I would be more than happy to educate you."
He plopped down by Anduin’s side once more, crossing his legs and holding out the long ribbons of silk in his hands as a grand gesture.
"My conditions are simple, my dear prince. I only ask that I be allowed to restrain you as I claim my reward."
And here Anduin was believing his face couldn't have possibly gotten any redder. He was certain when the intentions of the Dragon's words dawned on him his face grew as red as the other’s eyes. They had never...he had never even thought of doing something like that. He gawked at the lengths of silk, unable to form a cohesive thought. He opened and closed his mouth several times before he could even utter a peep.
"How…." Anduin was finding it hard to focus, "Just- by the Light, how did you even learn about something like this?"
Wrathion scoffed at his disbelief.
"Please, there are many sources from which I could learn about the various sexual interests of you mortals."
The prince couldn't even roll his eyes at the Dragon's haughty reaction, he was still trying to figure out how he felt about this entire situation. Anduin had never thought about being restrained in any way other than negatively. Anytime he had been taken captive he had despised every minute of it. And yet, he wasn't outright refusing the idea. The thought of being bound and helpless underneath the Black Dragon stirred something deep inside him.
But still every bit of common sense drilled into his head by his upbringing was telling him it was a horrible idea to leave himself open and defenseless to someone he didn’t fully trust. Oddly enough though, he felt as if he could trust Wrathion in this situation. He had never betrayed his trust when it was just the two of them like this, intimate, so why would this be any different? And he would be lying if he didn’t say he was intrigued by the idea.
Anduin emerged from his thoughts to find the Black Dragon staring at him intently. Any trace of his usual playful attitude was missing as he appeared to be studying the prince's face trying to get a read on him. It was almost like he was worried that he’d played his hand too soon with his proposal. Anduin had to suppress a smile at the idea, it was rare for Wrathion to look so readable.
Still only slightly hesitant, he crossed his arms and took in a deep breath.
"Alright, I agree to your...conditions then."
Wrathion’s entire mood shifted at Anduin’s agreement. An all too eager grin coming to replace his blank look was a tell-tale sign that the prince might have bitten off more than he could chew, but he wasn’t completely deterred. In fact, a part of him quivered in excitement at the thought of what was to come.
"Excellent." The Black Dragon practically purred. "Now then, if you would, prince Anduin."
He patted the center of Anduin’s bed in a silent command. If the prince wasn't so enthralled by the ideas running through his head, he would have thoroughly resented the fact the Dragonkin was ordering him around. For the time being he begrudgingly accepted the order, pulling himself further onto the bed until he was fully laid out.
"Spread your arms above your head." The Dragon instructed by his side, sliding the silk idly through his fingers.
He side eyed Wrathion before reluctantly obeying and stretching his arm towards the headboard above him. Not even a second after he moved, his wrists were being captured and wrapped up in the fine silk. His arms were pulled taught, hands effectively bound to a beam of the headboard. Anduin was partially stunned by how impressive the Dragon's tying skills were. He tugged slightly at the restraints, testing the give only to find that the knot of silk was not as fragile as he had expected.
"Did you just so happen to learn how to do this from one of your many 'sources'?" He asked with a nod towards his wrists.
"I've come to learn many things about such topics, dear prince."
Such a vague response made Anduin’s mind wander even more. He could only begin to imagine what other things the Dragon had learned about. That was something he would probably experience another time though. For now, he turned his attention to the last lone strand of fabric Wrathion was toying with. When the Dragonkin leaned forward with the outstretched silk, he figured it would be used to reinforce the knot on his wrist. Instead, he reflexively reeled his head back when the fabric momentarily blocked his sight.
"Hey!" Anduin’s exclamation had the Dragon pulling his hands back, though he seemed rather unfazed by the prince's outburst.
"Yes? Is there a problem, prince Anduin?"
Anduin gawked at him.
"I agreed to the restraints," He pulled on his bindings for emphasis, "I didn't agree to… whatever else you're trying to do."
Wrathion red eyes squinted in amusement at the Alliance prince.
"My dear Anduin, I said the condition was that I be allowed to restrain you but I never specified just your arms."
The Black Dragon loomed ever closer, causing the young prince to freeze under predatory red eyes. Wrathion grasped his chin, tilting it upwards while his thumb played languidly with Anduin’s bottom lip. Bound like this at the Dragon's whims he was acutely aware of how fast his heart was beating in his chest.
"I learned you can restrain one's voice," Wrathion mused before his hand clasped over Anduin’s eyes.
"Sight," The Dragon's voice rumbled close to his ear sending vibrations down his spine.
"And…" He trailed off before something warm laved against the young prince's ear making his body jolt before the sensation was gone.
"Even hearing."
The Dragonkin pulled away, removing his hand from Anduin’s eyes, allowing him to stare at the last strand of fabric wearily. Warthion was technically not breaking the one condition he set, but the arm restraints were already foreign to him and now there was this. Surely the Dragon would relent if Anduin outright denied the request but he was rather reluctant to break the wager he had purposefully set up. He stilled his thoughts with a deep breath before meeting the Dragon’s awaiting gaze.
“Fine, but only my eyes and nothing else!” Anduin warned, though the Black Dragon hardly seemed to register it as a delighted smile graced his lips.
"Now, if you'd allow me…" Wrathion gestured with the silk. Anduin slightly lifted his head off his pillows to allow the Dragon to secure the fabric in place over his eyes. When Anduin relaxed back onto the bed, the loss of his arms in addition with his eyesight made his stomach flutter. The space all around him felt as though it had expanded, swallowing him whole and leaving him with heightened senses. It had barely been a few moments but Anduin’s heartbeat was already ringing in his ears as he grew increasingly restless immersed in this newfound feeling.
He could feel the pressure at the side of his bed shifting, his head swerving towards where he assumed the Black Dragon would be based on the movements. Wrathion's smooth voice right by his ear had Anduin jumping, unprepared for how much more intense he sounded with his eyesight gone.
"If you ever feel overwhelmed and wish to stop, simply say 'jade'."
"Jade?" Anduin repeated almost in a daze. He felt the Dragonkin's weight shift once more on the bed.
"It's something else I learned regarding situations like these. It's called a safe word." He explained so close to Anduin’s ear he could feel his warm breath with every word. It sent tingles shooting through his body, making him squirm on the spot. He bit his bottom lip slightly.
"And you'll stop as soon as I say it?"
A warm hand Anduin had come to recognize very well came to rest gently along the side of his face, fingers brushing through locks of his hair.
"I swear on my honor as a protector of Azeroth."
He paused momentarily as he understood the weight such a promise held for the Dragon. Considering how much Wrathion honored his title this was not just some idle agreement. He was being wholeheartedly serious. Anduin could feel his cheeks heating up underneath the blindfold before he cleared his throat.
"Alright, I'll hold you to your word then."
Wrathion let out a low and pleased rumble, his hand moving to cup Anduin’s chin, lifting his head up in the process.
"And I intend to hold you to yours."
The Alliance prince swallowed, stunned by how quickly the Black Dragon’s tone had shifted. Instead of genuine and soothing it had become hungry and impatient, a starved beast waiting for the time to strike.
"I'll be taking what I am owed then, my dear prince…"
Oh yes, Anduin shivered in anticipation, he was definitely in trouble.
Without another word, a familiar heat engulfed Anduin’s body, pushing him deeper into the bed. He couldn’t help but let out a groan at the sudden temperature change, the Black Dragon’s body was always unusually warm, often overpowering, but at the time he welcomed the warmth. A sharpness pressed into the crook of his neck and instinctively he let out a small noise of surprise, tensing up at the unexpected contact. It took him a moment to realize it was teeth, unnaturally sharp and threatening to pierce his skin.
Anduin stilled and held his breath, bracing himself for when they would clamp down and break his skin. However, that moment never came. They stayed like that for a while, neither moving, and the young prince grew more and more confused. Then, instead of pain, he felt the wet heat of the Dragon’s tongue laving across the skin ensnared by his teeth. He let out a little breath in relief, his body relaxing into the motions of the other’s mouth as it slid across the scope of his neck, sucking and nibbling with those dangerous teeth every now and then.
Anduin was already panting when the Black Dragon’s mouth pulled away from his neck. Every touch was amplified tenfold with the blindfold, the growing suspense of not knowing what the Dragonkin was doing paired with the bindings leaving him wide open was stirring something deep inside him. The more princely part of him was scolding him for even entertaining such ideas, but a far louder part of his mind raced with thoughts about all the obscene things Wrathion might do.
Hands, inexplicably now clawed, pressed open palmed against his chest. They kneaded his pectorals, stretching and wrinkling his linen shirt, threatening to tear it apart. Anduin opened his mouth to warn the Dragon against tearing his shirt but something pressing in between his legs, resting firmly against his groin, instead coaxed out a gasp. Wrathion let out a cheeky laugh, blasting hot air over his already flushed face.
“My dear prince, excited already?” The Black Dragon taunted him, grinding what was assumed to be his knee against Anduin’s pelvis, drawing attention to the prince’s growing arousal standing against his trousers.
“And I’ve hardly even started,” Wrathion reprimanded, clearly proud of himself, “To think the crown prince of Stormwind would enjoy being tied up and used by a Dragon: how scandalous.”
Anduin’s brows narrowed behind the blindfold as his mouth straightened out in a taut line in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. Such an arrogant creature, oh he would get his prize alright, but Anduin would be damned if he let him get away with boasting so openly. He titled his head slightly, smiling in the general direction of the Dragon’s voice.
“Can you really afford to stop and brag when you’ve yet to even make me into a mess?” Anduin’s grin grew wider as he spoke. “Here I was thinking you were so eager to claim your ‘prize’, but I must have been mistaken.”
He was met with a growl.
“Provoking a Dragon while you’re already in its grasp, not a very wise choice, my prince.” The Dragonkin’s claws started digging into the linen of Anduin’s shirt, all signs of restraint gone.
“It seems I should teach you a proper lesson, then we’ll see if you can even utter another word once I’m through with you.”
Anduin was very certain he had just made a mistake, but before he could even think about what such a “lesson” entailed Wrathion tore his sleep shirt open, the buttons shooting off to only Light knows where in the room. The young prince didn’t even have the chance to react before the Dragon was bearing down onto him, hips pressed flush against him, a hardness pressing eagerly against his own.
His mouth fell open and a choked sound poured out. The clawed hands from earlier ran feverishly all over Anduin’s torso, scratching lightly against the thin scars spread across his entire body after the Divine Bell incident. The Dragon's heat, once bearable, began to devour him as Wrathion grinded mercilessly against the bound prince. Anduin stifled a cry when that sly tongue lapped at one of his nipples. Inhuman, long and forked, it wrapped and twisted along the hardening skin.
One of the Black Dragon’s free hands squeezed and fondled the muscles on the other side of his chest, fingers mimicking his tongue by pinching and teasing the nipple there. It took all of the young prince's will power not to scream when that searing mouth shut around his nipple and sucked hard. He strained against his bonds as his hips bucked up against the Dragon's, involuntarily rubbing their erections together.
Anduin’s cock pulsed at the friction, straining against his trousers, aching for more. When Wrathion stilled and pulled his mouth away from Anduin’s chest, the Alliance prince was left gasping for air. But the Dragon didn't give him long to rest, wringing a desperate moan out of him as he pressed a single finger against Anduin’s strained member through his breeches.
"You're leaking so much already, prince Anduin." The Dragonkin rubbed his finger in circles over the linen around the tip of the prince's cock. The rough stimulation of the fabric against such a sensitive place made him twist and turn on the bed letting out high pitched gasps.
"It appears it won't take me much longer before I make you into a proper mess. How unfortunate for you, my dear prince."
Wrathion’s voice dripped with pure satisfaction, and Anduin, even with his missing eyesight, just knew he was grinning from ear to ear. Without any further word, the young prince felt a strong tug at the hem of his trousers, feeling them slip down to his thighs in one quick motion. The stillness of the night air brushed over his pelvis, and he knew that his cock was most definitely standing on full display for the Black Dragon.
A warm palm and fingers wrapped around the Alliance prince's member, making his hips stutter at the contact. Anduin let out a shaky breath as he tried to keep himself from thrusting up into that warm grasp, desperate for more. Fortunately for him, Wrathion seemed to hear his desire, and began pumping his hand slowly. The prince let out a low groan of pleasure at the Dragonkin’s skillful movements. Stroking from the base of his shaft to the tip, where a thumb pressed against the slit of his head causing him to writhe and pant on the bed.
The motions only intensified, pumping faster and faster creating a mounting pressure in the core of Anduin’s stomach. After all the teasing and the overwhelming new sensations from being bound Anduin was already teetering on his limit. It didn’t help that the Black Dragon seemed to know all about his weak spots, switching aptly between quick and slow strokes and squeezing just right pushing him right to the cusp.
"A-ah! Wrath! I'm getting clo-" the prince started but cut himself off with a hiss when that damned hand gripped the base of his cock tightly. Abruptly cutting off his climax, sending him crashing down from pleasure to frustration. Anduin was met with the clicking of a tongue.
"My, my, you're enjoying yourself indeed, my prince. But as I recall this is my reward, isn't it?" Wrathion scolded, obviously trying to get a rise out of him. "Doesn't it seem a little unfair that you're the only one that gets to feel good here?"
Anduin bared his teeth, forming a very exasperated smile.
"This was what you wanted in the first place. So, I don’t believe it’s my responsibility to do anything else for you. Besides, I can’t really do much here." The young prince accentuated by shaking his restrained hands. The Black Dragon let out a low chuckle.
"You have quite the mouth on you, prince Anduin. I worry for your future as king with an attitude like that. Perhaps …"
The Dragon trailed off before Anduin felt the pressure on the bed shifting, moving its way closer to his head. The air shifted around him becoming warmer as he felt something come to settle beside his shoulders, causing him to sink further into the mattress. A hand firmly grasped the Alliance prince's golden locks, yanking his head forward making him grunt.
"I can find a solution that suits us both: I get to feel good and you…"
The prince's head was tugged again and this time Anduin’s lips brushed against something warm and hard causing him to freeze.
"Can finally put that ill-mannered mouth of yours to good use."
Anduin’s face burned as the implications dawned on him, knowing now that the Dragonkin was straddling his chest, cock mere inches away from his lips. He swallowed dryly. The hand entangling his hair gripped tighter, a hint of claws scratching lightly against his scalp.
"Open." Wrathion spoke. A command, not a request.
For once, the prince didn’t even have a response. Almost instantly Anduin’s mouth went slack at the Dragon’s demanding voice, finding it hard to be defiant in this situation. Wrathion rumbled, a satisfied noise that reverberated through the prince’s body. Anduin’s head was pulled forward once more, and he let his muscles go lax.
“Good boy.” The Black Dragon praised, pushing his cock into his open mouth. The praise made the hair on Anduin’s neck stand up, and he could feel his cock twitch as the warmth of the Dragon’s member slid across his tongue. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t done this before, however, everything was more intense without his sight, forcing his other senses to work overtime to make up for the difference.
The heat that was spreading from the other was seeping into his very being, making the air around him feel stifling. Meanwhile, the Dragon’s familiar scent, somewhat like a smokey piece of cinnamon bark, invaded his nose. It was as if he was being consumed, his mind stilled, clouding over with a dense fog of arousal as he let the Dragonkin use his mouth as he pleased.
Wrathion gave him a moment to adjust before he began thrusting in and out of Anduin’s mouth. The Dragon kept his hand planted firmly on the Alliance prince’s head, pulling it forward to meet his every thrust. Anduin would momentarily gag when the Black Dragon would press the head of his cock into his throat, triggering his reflexes before he could calm himself by breathing slowly through his nose. He seemed to find that amusing, as Anduin heard a breathy laugh from above.
“This is a good look for you, my prince.” The Dragon erratically puffed out each word while still fucking into the prince’s mouth. Normally he would be insulted, but this wasn’t a normal situation. The remark sent electric sparks straight down to his cock, causing it to twitch, eager for more attention. There was something about being so incredibly vulnerable in the palm of the Black Dragon’s hand that was so exciting.
On top of that, Wrathion’s voice dripped with an insatiable hunger, revealing that more animalistic side to the Dragon Anduin hardly got to see. He was both dreading and anticipating whatever the Dragon was scheming for him. He couldn’t suppress the quiver that racked his body, unintentionally releasing a groan that was abruptly smothered when the Dragon shoved his head further down onto his cock.
The Alliance prince’s vision behind the blindfold was swimming in a collage of lights when Wrathion’s cock squeezed into his throat, causing him to heave slightly, his eyes watering behind the fabric. His natural reaction was to try and pull away but the hand on his head held him firmly in place, with his nose pressed firmly against the Dragon’s pelvis. He twisted slightly in his bindings but found no give. He finally relented into the all-absorbing heat of Wrathion’s being as it seemed to be enclosing all around him.
His scent. The taste of him on Anduin’s tongue. His almost burning skin. He was being engulfed by all the various aspects of the dragon, and at any moment he felt like he might have actually passed out with his cock still in his throat. That was until the grip holding him loosened, allowing him to pull off Wrathion with a sputtered gasp and cough. Anduin tried to compose himself best he could, taking in deep raspy breaths, but he was certain he still looked a mess, feeling his own saliva dripping down his chin.
“You’re drooling, prince Anduin.” The Black Dragon observed.
“Eat….Me..” Anduin managed between breaths.
Wrathion laughed and the pressure on top of the prince’s chest lifted, causing the weight of the mattress to shift once again as the Dragon moved further back on the bed.
“Is that an offer, my prince?” Warm hands settling across the prince’s thighs had him flinching slightly at the contact. It was such a starkly gentler touch compared to the rough one that had just pressed his head down, Anduin couldn’t help but let out a raspy sigh.
“I am surprised though, Anduin, you appear to have enjoyed that almost as much as I.” The Black Dragon noted, sending a hot wave of shame directly to Anduin’s erect cock. He knew that he shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he was, and despite being handled so roughly it did little to subdue his excitement. All his thoughts of doubt and common sense were thoroughly washed away whenever Wrathion decided to start toying with him like this.
A gust of hot air blasting across the skin of Anduin’s shaft elicited a yelp and a tug to his restraints as his back arched off the bed. It was so hot in his daze that he could have easily believed the Dragon had shot a puff of fire at him. Though he knew Wrathion would never do that. His reaction was met with a breathy chuckle.
“Such a naughty little prince you are indeed.”
Anduin squirmed on the spot, clenching his teeth, those dangerous words dripping like honey from the Dragonkin’s mouth were going to be the end of him, and Wrathion damn well knew it. This was all a game for the Dragon, seeing just how much he could take the prince apart with just his words alone. Fine, he would have his game, but Anduin still refused to let him win so easily. This was a game for two after all.
“Maybe for once you should take your own advice and use your mouth for anything else other than talking.” The prince goaded trying to sound composed. Though his own voice betrayed him with a croak, revealing the chip in his facade. Wrathion, no doubt sensing his bluff, slightly dug his claws into the flesh of Anduin’s thighs.
“Oh my, interested in what else my mouth can do? How very forward of you, Anduin” The Black Dragon teased, making Anduin’s face burn as he realized the lewd implications of what he had just said.
“If you’re so curious, I would be more than happy to indulge you.”
In a swift motion, Wrathion’s hands hooked around his knees before Anduin found himself being practically folded in half, with his pelvis and legs raised over the upper half of his body. He was disoriented without warning, finding the new position awkward and constricting on his breathing. Once the initial surprise had passed, he realized just how exposed he was with the lower half of his body hoisted up and on display.
Anduin’s body burned red hot with embarrassment, knowing that being propped up against the Dragon’s body, the most intimate parts of himself were being presented almost point blank to his hungry gaze. Instinctively, he tried to pull away from the hold Wrathion had on him, but all he was really able to do in such a vulnerable pose was kick out his legs wildly.
He slightly winced, letting out a hiss of breath as a small pang shot through his bad leg. His leg being pressed down had already put a small bit of strain on it, nothing too unmanageable, but as he stretched it further in his struggles a dull ache began to spread. This seemed to cause the Dragon to pause.
“The word, Anduin.” Wrathion asked.
“Huh?”
“The safe word. Repeat it.” The Black Dragon insisted, sounding more serious.
It took a moment for his words to register for Anduin, still reeling from the change in positions.
“Jade?” He answered a little unsure.
“Good. Your leg, is it hurting?” The Dragon continued, his hand ghosting over the Alliance prince’ s injured leg as if to assess any damage. Though all this really succeeded in doing was confusing Anduin even more.
“Oh, uh, no?” The prince labored to answer, finding the pressure on his stomach made it particularly hard to carry on casual conversation.
“Just stretching the muscles so suddenly made it ache a little, but it’s not unbearable, I just wasn’t expecting, um…Well, this.” Anduin explained, gesturing as best he could with his head to his new posture.
Wrathion hummed at the response, seeming satisfied with it, though he was still taken aback by the sudden change in tone. Before he could dwell on the idea any longer, something wet and hot pressed against his inner thigh. Anduin’s body jolted at the abrupt contact, only taking a moment to figure out that it had been the Black Dragon’s tongue.
“Now then,” He began, returning to his previous demeanor, “I believe I was about to show you something, my prince.”
The strange tonal whiplash went ignored as Anduin’s mind started to blank once he felt the Dragon’s serpentine tongue lap against his balls. He let out a shaky groan, finding the skin there sensitive to Wrathion’s distinctive body heat. He could hardly withhold the little noises pouring from his mouth as the Dragonkin’s tongue ran about his ballsack, pausing only to mouth at them from time to time. Anduin’s cock throbbed as the Dragon continued to tease him with his tongue, brushing lightly across the skin of his balls and the base of his shaft but never going any further than that.
He was beginning to grow impatient, shifting his hips slightly in the Dragon’s hold, his cock begging for some more. However, Wrathion’s mouth slid further away from his member, slipping over the underside of his balls and pressing against his perineum. In his dazed state of arousal, it took Anduin a moment to register the Dragon’s movements. The haze hampering his thoughts lifted when he felt the Dragon’s tongue dragging lower and lower, inching dangerously close to his hole.
"W-wait! Wrath you-" Anduin stumbled over his words in his dawning panic, only to yell out when the Dragonkin’s tongue slid against his rim. Quickly he shut his mouth to stifle another pitiful sound as his legs kicked in the air in a rather fruitless struggle. Wrathion’s tongue withdrew, and he snickered.
“Be careful, dear prince,” The Dragon warned, tightening his hold on the Alliance prince’s hips to still his writhing, “we wouldn’t want your guards to hear now, would we?”
Anduin’s brows narrowed behind the blindfold, as he bared his teeth, taking in a seething breath at the Dragon’s advice. He had been trying to keep quiet the entire time, holding back his noises to avoid alerting his guards. He knew that if they got too loud, they would barge through the door, and if there was one thing in the world he dreaded it was the idea of being caught in bed with the Black Dragon, because he knew that his father of all people would be hearing about it eventually.
“Don’t!” Anduin ordered in a shaky voice.
“Hmm?” Wrathion hummed, feigning innocence, “but my dear Anduin, you asked for this didn’t you? And who would I be to deny the prince of Stormwind.”
The bastard, he knew what he was doing, Anduin could clearly tell those words were falling from a sharp smile and the Dragon wasn’t even trying to hide it. The prince’s gut churned from a mix of pleasure and humiliation. The Dragonkin had never… by the Light, just the thought was making Anduin’s face flush. It was such an obscene place to lick, something Anduin would have never allowed without his say so.
It was starting to become rather apparent now why Wrathion had requested to restrain the prince as his reward. With Anduin unable to resist, the Black Dragon was free to debauch the young prince in whatever way he saw fit.
“But that’s…” Anduin’s voice wavered. He paused to bite his lip as he tried to think of the appropriate word to use that wasn’t so crass.
“…Dirty.” He finally settled on, only to regret it immediately when the Dragon burst out into laughter.
“Dirty you say? My, your chasteness never fails to amuse me, Anduin!”
At that moment Anduin truly just wanted to sink further into his bed to hide the blush on his face. Once the Dragon’s outburst had subsided, he cleared his throat, regaining his composure.
“Come now, my prince,” The Black Dragon purred lowly, a heavy rumble that echoed into Anduin’s core.
“You aren’t dirty at all, in fact…” Wrathion paused, leaving the prince to wait warily until Anduin was startled by the sudden press of the Dragon’s tongue to his ring of muscles, ripping a cry from his throat as it twirled around its edges. He had to resort to biting his own tongue to muffle any louder sounds that threatened to slip from his lips. The Black Dragon pulled away slightly, allowing his hot breath to gust over Anduin’s wet hole, just to antagonize him further.
“I find that you’re rather delectable.” The Dragon growled in a deep sultry voice before his tongue was back at Anduin’s entrance, dragging tortuously over the muscles there. The Alliance prince twisted in Wrathion’s grasp, high pitched keens of protest pouring from his open mouth.
It did little to deter the Dragon, as he continued to press his tongue eagerly against him, sliding up and down with long flat licks that trailed up his perineum back down to Anduin’s twitching hole. No matter which way he twisted and turned he was unable to escape the Dragon’s greedy mouth. The prince struggled to form a cohesive sentence, finding all his words dying in his throat as he mewled.
The strokes of the Dragon’s tongue in such an intimate place were overwhelmingly foreign to Anduin, creating a torrent of contrasting feelings. A sense of shame formed deep in his gut, ears burning as the air was filled with the wet noises that mingled with his whines. Yet a thick bubbling heat settled across his body, his cock pulsing with every flick or lap of the tongue. It was all becoming too much for him to handle, his mind blanking as all he could do was squirm and moan.
One of the Dragon’s hands left its purchase on his thigh, snaking its way to his needy cock and grasping it firmly. His hand began pumping him at a torturously slow pace, long and drawn out while keeping his tongue at work. Anduin’s body shook, and he had to press his face into the crook of his raised arms to smother his cries. Wrathion rumbled, a pleased vibration that traveled through the prince’s rim. Anduin couldn’t take much more of this, trapped between the Dragon’s tongue and hand with no reprieve.
That was when the Dragonkin pressed his entire mouth against his hole and sucked. Hard. Anduin’s body tensed, overwhelmed by the sensation paired with the sheer raunchiness of the action he was finally pushed over the edge. The prince shook, letting out a litany of cries, that of which he tried to dampen by pressing further into his upper arm, as a powerful orgasm ripped through him. His cum spilling onto his own stomach.
As Anduin rode out his climax, the Black Dragon continued tormenting him with both his mouth and hand. Wrathion dragged his tongue up and down his twitching hole while his hand kept stroking his cock, coaxing out every last drop of his spend. He finally went lax after his orgasm had passed, a pleasant hum permeating throughout his body. The Dragon, however, never ceased his motions, the stimulation beginning to overload Anduin who was now far too sensitive.
He yanked his face away from the crook of his arm panting.
"W-wrath stop!" He whined, desperate for some kind of respite, every little touch felt amplified, and raw. The Dragonkin stilled his hand and removed his tongue, finally allowing the Alliance prince to catch his breath. His heart was fluttering away in his chest, and his head was still dizzy from the high of coming. Anduin flinched, a strangled sound erupting from his lips when the Dragon’s hand started moving again, pumping even faster and more viciously than before.
“Stop? My dear prince, we’re just getting started.” The Black Dragon clicked his tongue as if he were scolding a child. Wrathion’s other hand slid away from its resting spot on Anduin before two fingers pressed dangerously against the prince’s slicked entrance. The prince trembled, groaning as those fingers circled his rim, just to torture him.
“If you truly want me to stop, then you know what to say.” The Dragon reiterated, pausing his movements.
Anduin hesitated, biting the bottom of his lip as he tried to think. He knew the one little word he needed to say to end everything. Yet the prince was rather unwilling to end their game. In fact, if anything, he was far too captivated by it at this point to end things here. After a drawn-out moment of silence, with the Dragon waiting expectantly, Anduin slowly shook his head.
That was all Wrathion needed before he returned to pumping the prince’s weeping cock. Anduin’s head lulled back, mouth falling open as weak little moans bubbled up from his throat. He hadn’t even noticed when the Dragon had withdrawn his fingers until they returned, inexplicably wet and prodding against his hole before they pushed past the tight ring of muscles. The warm digits pressed further and further into Anduin stretching him open, making him writhe feebly, with a low groan falling from his mouth.
His cock was already beginning to stir to life once again, filling up in the Dragon’s grasp at the sheer intensity of being assaulted on two different fronts. The Dragon’s fingers moved in scissoring motions, opening and closing repeatedly, slowly allowing Anduin to adjust. Though just as the prince was settling into the routine, a series of flicks of the Dragonkin’s tongue to his strained rim caused him to squirm.
Anduin gasped, a small torrent of mewls pouring from him as the Black Dragon continued to lap at the prince’s entrance while his finger continued working him open. Aided by the new addition of saliva from his tongue, Wrathion’s fingers pressed deeper, pushing against his inner walls searching for something. Anduin knew what it was the Dragon was looking for, and it didn’t take long before he found it, rubbing against a specific spot that sent a sharp current of pleasure through his spine.
He could hardly restrain the wanton cry that erupted from him, toes curling as his body strained on the bed. A rich growl sounded from the Black Dragon, who proceeded to thrust his fingers into the bundle of nerves mercilessly. The ruthless prodding against his prostate in tandem with the Dragon’s tongue and the hand on his cock became an all-consuming inferno. Anduin felt as though he was going to melt, trying desperately to control his voice as he twisted this way and that.
It took all of his remaining willpower not to scream when the Dragonkin rubbed that specific spot cruelly hard, tearing another orgasm from the prince that left him reeling. It was more intense, so soon after his first he thought he might pass out. The incoherent and downright pitiful noises he was making were jumbling together in the air, becoming precariously loud.
Wrathion continued to press incessantly against his prostate, wringing out the prince’s climax as another spurt of cum collected on his stomach.
“Now you do look a proper mess, my dear prince.” The Dragon remarked idly, his hand gradually slowing to a halt as Anduin’s orgasm subsided.
“Seems I’ve kept my word, as to be expected.” He announced smugly, pulling away his hand from the prince’s still dripping cock. Anduin could only manage a shaky whine, too far blissed out that he couldn’t even manage any kind of true retaliation against the Dragon.
“Come now, Anduin.” The Dragonkin chuckled at his muted response, “We’re still far from done here. I’m expecting you to hold out a fair bit longer.”
Wrathion retracted his fingers from Anduin’s hole, leaving the alliance prince feeling empty and wrung out. The Black Dragon’s hold returned to his raised hips, carefully lowering his pelvis back onto the bed while still keeping his legs raised in the air. The Dragon shifted on the bed, until Anduin could feel something hard and warm rubbing up against the cleft of his ass, recognizing it almost immediately as the Dragon’s cock.
The Black Dragon’s hips rocked back and forth, his cock, slicked with what Anduin could only guess was oil, sliding teasingly up and down against the prince’s rim. The Allaince prince knew Wrathion was taking his own pleasure by dragging everything out, just to see him squirm and crumble beneath him. But he didn’t have the capacity to care anymore, simply allowing the Dragon to do as he pleased. The head of Wrathion’s cock snagged on the circle of muscles, thrusting lightly against his loosened entrance.
“Now then,” The Dragon purred, a thick layer of desire dripping from his words as he began pressing into the prince, “we can finally get to the main event.”
Wrathion’s cock slid into him, moving slowly, inch by inch until the Dragon’s hips were flush against Anduin, the rouch fabric of the dragon’s pants rubbing against his ass. The Dragon bared his weight down onto him, Anduin’s legs pressing against his shoulders as a great source of heat suddenly loomed over his form. He couldn’t help but feel utterly trapped, knowing all too well that the Black Dragon was hunched over him, merely inches away from his face with his oppressive heat all around him.
The Dragonkin’s cock rested at an angle inside Anduin, sitting perilously close to his already swollen prostate. The prince pulled on his binds, groaning and twisting under the Dragon’s smoldering presence. The heat was unbearable, inescapable as the Wrathion’s entire being seemed to be swallowing him whole. A new bout of searing arousal settled in the pit of his stomach realizing how helpless he truly was now. All he could do was lay back and whine pitifully underneath the Black Dragon, completely at his mercy.
Over the excited beating of his own heart, he could faintly hear the Dragon panting mere inches away from him, his composure seeming to be peeling away. Anduin swallowed, wishing he could see what face he was making, feeling the puffs of his breath gusting over his sweaty skin. With a feral growl, the Dragon pulled his hips back, dragging the tip of his cock across Anduin’s prostate, before slamming back into him.
His head shot back in a silent scream as the Dragon hit that bundle of nerves spot on, overwhelming all of his senses in just one movement. Without hesitation, the Black Dragon set a vicious pace, hitting Anduin’s prostate point blank each time. His body rocked in time with the frantic rhythm of the Dragon’s thrusts. Anduin tried desperately to hold back his urge to scream and wail, knowing for certain his guards would bust down the door, but he was close to his limit, practically tearing apart at the seams.
“W-Wrath I-I can-” He began, shaky and aimless, having to shut his mouth to cut off a high-pitched moan.
“Hmm? What is it, dear prince?” The Dragon huffed, breathy and labored while still keeping up his ruthless thrusts.
“If you don’t speak up properly, how am I to know what it is you want from me?”
The Alliance prince could feel the heat in his gut twisting in on itself as his cock throbbed, it was too much, there was no way he could form a cohesive sentence as a babbling mess being ravaged by the Dragonkin.
“Ple-Please! I can’t-!” He practically sobbed, trying to convey himself to little avail. Wrathion’s hips seemed to stutter for a moment as he let out a deep groan.
“Ahh, I do so love it when you beg, Anduin.” Then the Dragon’s lips were smashing against Anduin’s. Teeth lightly grazing and nibbling against them before taking advantage of his open mouth and slipping his tongue inside. The prince keened into the kiss; his sounds being devoured by the other. All his body was ablaze, being suffocated and overcome with sheer numbing pleasure.
The Black Dragon continued to rut into him throughout the kiss, his unnaturally forked tongue slipping and wrapping around his own. Weak sobs bubbled up from Anduin’s throat into the other’s mouth, he was only able to break away for a moment to gulp in a breath before Wrathion was dominating him again. His thrusting gradually became more and more erratic until he pressed himself deep into Anduin.
He could feel a warmth pooling inside of him, causing his muscles to clench down onto the Dragon’s cock as he emptied his spend into the prince. The sensation had Anduin’s head spinning, the unnatural wet heat spilling inside of him together with the Dragonkin’s mouth sucking all the air out of him sent another wave of white-hot fire throughout his veins. He cried out uncontrollably into their kiss as his body shuddered, the muscles of his inner walls fluttering as a weak orgasm was torn out of him.
All the while Wrathion eagerly lapped into his gaping mouth, wet and sloppily. Anduin could feel his own drool trailing down his chin, as he listlessly returned the Black Dragon’s advances, idly rubbing and slipping his tongue against his. A rough shove of the Dragon’s hips nearly had him yelling as his cock ground against his prostate, sending a visceral punch to his gut that shot straight to his exhausted member.
He realized how hard Wrathion still was, and it was then he was reminded that the man on top of him was truly an insatiable beast. He could feel the smirk on the Dragon’s lips pressed to his own before his hips began to move again, not showing any signs of fatigue. Behind the darkness of the blindfold Anduin was seeing white as what little remained of his restraint finally snapped. Unintelligible words poured from him only to be smothered almost instantly by the Dragon’s open-mouthed kisses as he resumed pounding into him.
Wrathion was able to smother all the incomprehensible words and aimless appeals that bubbled out of Anduin hysterically as he thrashed underneath the Dragon. This only seemed to excite the Dragonkin as he picked up speed, the slickness of his cum letting him thrust in and out of the young prince easily. All Anduin could do was go limp, allowing the Dragon to do whatever he wished with his body. He didn’t know how much longer the Dragon had his way with him, claiming his mouth all while fucking him senseless. At some point his voice had given out, resorting to croaking gasps that barely made it past his lips.
Eventually Wrathion’s movements stuttered as he let out a guttural sound and mashed his lips against Anduin’s, sharp teeth threatening to draw blood, all while Anduin felt that familiar heat seeping inside him again. The Black Dragon pumped his hips slowly as he rode out his own orgasm, before gradually coming to a halt. For a moment, both the prince’s and Dragon’s panting filled the heated night air around them.
They stayed like this for a while, bodies still intertwined when Anduin felt the press of the Dragon’s heated forehead against his own. From his haze he recognized the feeling of Wrathion’s curly strands of hair as they mingled with the strands of his own that had flattened to his skin from sweat. The Dragon’s lips lightly brushed his in a startlingly chaste kiss, the sheer tenderness of the action surprising him before tentatively returning the gesture.
It lasted only a moment and then the Dragonkin was pulling away entirely, his cock slipping out of Anduin, sending a shiver through his body as he felt the Dragon’s cum trickle out of him. His legs were unhooked from Wrathion’s shoulders and brought back down to rest on the bed, bringing the prince a small bit of relief as feeling began returning to the stagnant limbs. Anduin laid still; body heavy as he tried to regain some of his senses. There was a shifting to the side of the bed and then the pressure lifted. Vaguely he keyed in on the noise of footsteps moving around the room, wary of the Dragon’s next assault.
He didn't have to wait for long before he heard the Black Dragon move back to the side of his bed. Something cold and wet pressing to his stomach had him jumping, earning a huff from the other at his reaction. It only took a moment for Anduin to understand the Dragon was cleaning away the cum on his stomach with a wet cloth, something he saw as a surprisingly affectionate notion. Oftentimes the Black Dragon seemed to act out to spite and tease Anduin whenever he could, but underlying that there was a rather gentle side to him the prince had observed.
Once his stomach was cleaned, the cloth was removed and there was a dip in the mattress to his side. He felt hands touch the silk bindings at his wrists, and without a word, the restraints were untied methodically. Once his hands were free, Anduin sat up slowly, hissing as every muscle in his body screamed out. He brought his free hands to the blindfold and slipped it off, rubbing his eyes and blinking a few times. He found the darkness of his room to be like an impenetrable void before his eyes finally adjusted.
He winced at the sticky feeling between his legs, noting to himself that the sheets would need to be disposed on secretly somehow. He tugged on his night shirt as well, noting the ripped off buttons. Great, that would need tailoring too. Though he would make Wrathion do that, as recompense for ripping them in the first place. Though that would all have to wait until morning, as he was far too drained to care about dealing with any of that now.
Out of curiosity Anduin’s eyes turned down to his wrists as he held them up, rubbing and inspecting the skin there. Despite having tugged on them they didn’t appear to have suffered any real damage, just red lines of irritation. Wrathion must have specifically sought out this type of fabric for that attribute he figured. Movement in the corner of his eye made his head turn to find the Black Dragon laying down beside him with his hands folded over his sternum, eyes closed.
At some point the Dragon had undressed except for his white harem pants. His signature turban missing, allowing the prince to take in the dark untamed curls of his hair. He laid still, breathing deeply as if he was already asleep with a strange almost contemplative look on his face. Anduin couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow at this, finding it hard to tell whether this was another way for the Dragon to mess with him. To go from fucking him like that to then just turn around and not acknowledge it, surely, he was brewing something in his head.
Though there was something that seemed different about the Dragonkin now, if he wanted to toy with Anduin, he surely had every opportunity prior while he was still bound, yet remained entirely silent. Now that he was thinking about it, Anduin realized there were a few instances during that whole instance where the Dragon had acted…rather out of character. Swearing on his honor, showing a strange level of concern for his well being, and then there was still something about that last kiss that had his mind racing. He couldn’t help but think about his earlier concerns regarding their relationship.
It wasn’t the pristine and ideal ones Anduin had heard about in stories growing up, if anything theirs seemed to be built more off mutual curiosity and attraction, but underneath that it felt like there was a deeper connection. Often times he felt that he and Wrathion were more similar than the other would like to admit. The Black Dragon never opened up to him very much about his thoughts or feelings, yet Anduin could just tell there was more going on here than just nights of passion between them.
Love? Maybe not that entirely, but they had certainly grown rather fond of one another. And if they were both so similar, Anduin reasoned, then it was most likely that the Black Dragon was starting to realize he felt the same way about him. It was the only thing that made sense to him, the only thing that could explain why the Dragon acted the way he did, distant one moment then gentle and attentive the next. He tried to contain his mounting amusement at the idea that this very prideful, and often arrogant, creature was falling for him in the exact same way he was for him.
Wrathion liked to act like he was always in control of everything at all times, so Anduin just knew that this was driving him absolutely crazy. He had to try and keep a knowing smile from tugging at the corners of his lips as he eyed the still form of the Dragon. Taking in the look on his face, he looked irritated in a way with something. Or no… would it be better to say he almost seemed… troubled? Now that just seemed to confirm Anduin’s theory.
Perhaps the Dragon could sense the prince’s gaze lingering on him, as a single red eye peaked open in the darkness.
“Yes?” Wrathion asked, making Anduin turn his head away, placing a hand over his mouth to hide a smile. The Dragon seemed privy to this, however, both his eyes now open, narrowed and focused on the prince beside him.
“Something amusing to you, prince Anduin?” His calm voice giving way to irritation only served to amuse the Alliance prince further. The Dragon liked to think he was hard to read, that he kept all his tricks up his sleeve, but in all honesty, Anduin was beginning to see right through him.
“Nope. Nothing at all.” A very obvious lie as Anduin could barely hold back a laugh. Wrathion sat up beside him, with a scowl on his face, eyes glowing as he grew impatient.
“If your goal here is to frustrate me, then you’ve achieved it quite swiftly.” His nose crinkled with a snarl.
“Now, would you be so kind as to let me in on the joke.”
Anduin dropped any pretense of hiding his mirth, turning to grin at the pouting Black Dragon.
“I told you, it’s nothing. No need to get so worked up.”
Wrathion wasn’t satisfied with his answer, squinting at him with a frown but miraculously he didn’t push any further. Instead, the Black Dragon eventually closed his eyes and let out a sigh before wrapping an arm around Anduin’s neck, and falling backwards onto the bed, taking the prince with him. Their weight shook the bed slightly before stilling, and Anduin found himself laying on his side, nestled next to the Dragonkin. His face squished into his chest as the arm around his neck kept him in place. Confused, he shot a glance up to the Dragon, finding that he still had his eyes closed.
“Go to sleep, Anduin.” The Black Dragon finally mumbled, loosening his grip on the prince, maneuvering it under his body so his arm rested around Anduin’s hip. The Alliance prince smirked up at the Dragon, letting out a breathy little laugh.
“Alright.”
Anduin closed his eyes and adjusted himself, nuzzling closer to the radiating heat of the Dragon’s body. It didn’t take long for him to drift off to sleep, a pleasant feeling settling in his stomach as he realized, just maybe, whatever was between him and Wrathion had more of a future than he previously thought.