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Wriothesley wakes up shivering.
It's something that he's, sadly, accustomed to. Although it usually doesn't happen in such a... pleasant way.
Perhaps it has something to do with the man on top of him.
Neuvillette, as much as he’d hate to hear it, sleeps like a cat wrapped up in less-than-human skin. He’d pawed Wriothesley’s shirt partly open sometime during their rest, and tucked his nose deep into the crook of Wriothesley’s neck with cold palm pressed against the other's scars.
Wriothesley’s all-too familiar with this position; Neuvillette has a thing for his scent. The amount of teasing and coaxing alike when he’d found out that the chief justice knocks out like a light when cuddled into his glands had been almost too much for even Sigewinne to bear.
Eventually, Wriothesley had charmed his workaholic alpha into a comfortable routine where, like now, Neuvillette gets a good day’s rest on his favorite human pheromone pillow, and Wriothesley gets to hold the most beautiful creature in Teyvat for a few hours.
It’s usually enough.
He’s not cold, despite the effects of his partner’s natural body temperature. He’s warm, yet at the same time, not warm enough. He tries to shift, careful not to disturb the alpha on him, but nothing feels comfortable. And, yeah, he knows his office couch isn’t a fucking Celestial cloud, but he’s never had a problem with it before, and he shouldn’t be starting now.
Wriothesley looks down at Neuvillette, who’s shifted adorably deeper into Wriothesley’s chest with a low growl. A different kind of chill shoots up his spine when those sharp claws drag right over his bare pecs, just close of the soft ring of his nipple.
His mind goes blank, his ears ringing. As if malfunctioning, he just stares at the alpha in his arms, hoping the answer lies somewhere in his partner’s snowlike eyelashes and pink lips.
And somehow, it works. Wriothesley’s body shifts into autopilot, and his instincts do the rest.
With practiced movements, he maneuvers Neuvillette off of him and flips their positions. The alpha makes a sound of protest, only mollified when Wriothesley dazedly drapes himself on top of him, cheek pressed right above his heart. The cool sensation tingles against Wriothesley’s warm cheeks and— because he can do it too, dammit— he pops open the top buttons of Neuvillette’s shirt with a huff and inhales in the deep smell of flora and seawater.
Gods, he gets it now.
Caught in the haze, he burrows himself further into Neuvillette, slotting himself between the justice’s legs, draping the other’s arms over his shoulders. A voice in the back of Wriothesley’s mind screams with embarrassment; omega or not, physically and emotionally, he’s almost never been little-spoon material. It’s a side of himself that Neuvillette coaxes out of him like affection to a stray dog, not one that Wriothesley enforces.
But this is working. It just feels so right , getting held by his alpha like this. The omega in him lets out a pleased rumble, and he nips at Neuvillette’s exposed glands with satisfaction, punctuating each with a wet lick full of his own scent.
“Mmh… Wriothesley…”
Wriothesley freezes when the body beneath his shifts, until the makeshift embrace he’s made tightens into a real one.
“Hey,” the duke greets, trying to play it cool. “Am I heavy?”
“Quite,” says Neuvillette lazily, only to further wrap himself around the omega. “It’s wonderful.”
Wriothesley snorts. “Glad I’ve fattened myself up enough for your pleasure, then.”
“I could say the same to you,” Neuvillette tells him, claws dragging down Wriothesley’s back. “Am I comfortable enough for you, love?”
Wriothesley lets out a laugh as he presses his face further into Neuvillette’s chest to hide the warmth creeping up his face. “I can’t have my turn?”
“On the contrary, I was beginning to think I’d over-indulged myself in your generosity,” confesses the judge. “But you seldom give yourself to me like this, I’d thought for a moment that I’d been dreaming again.”
Wriothesley props himself on Neuvillette’s chest with a smirk. “You dream of me like this, Your Honor?”
“Am I not allowed?”
“Just seems like a waste of potential, what with all the material I’ve given you.”
“And yet, I still have plenty to dream about.” Neuvillette noses against Wriothesley’s cheek to get a good whiff of his scent. His mouth then twitches down with annoyance. “Wriothesley, you can’t smell like this this early in the day. I have meetings to get to.”
Well, that’s a bit concerning, but he is right, so it’s best not to dwindle on that thought. “Yes to one thing and no to the other, you’re so picky.” Neuvillette gives him a look. “Alright, alright, get up, Chief Justice. You have meetings .”
“I can’t believe I’ve allowed you to bewitch me to this point,” grumbles his partner as Wriothesley heaves him up by both hands. Awake enough to be grumpy about it, it seems. “Truly, Wriothesley, you’re emitting enough pheromones to challenge what is publicly legal. I appreciate your efforts, but please refrain from doing so in a place where you regularly meet others professionally.”
Is this a good time to admit that he’s not doing it on purpose? Absolutely not. Meetings, and all that.
“Hey, look at it this way.” Wriothesley presses a kiss to the alpha’s temple. “You’re gonna be wearing me all day, sweetheart.”
He tries to hide it, but Wriothesley can tell Neuvillette likes the idea.
“I’ve made my point,” the other still presses.
“I know, I know.” Wriothesley chuckles, wrapping him in a bear hug. “Only for you.”
Neuvillette turns in his arms, and after a thoughtful examination, expresses his satisfaction with a return kiss, only pulling away when Wriothesley gets a bit too bitey. “Wriothesley,” he warns.
“You’re so contradictory, babe, you’re going to lose your job.”
Neuvillette stands up without another word, and Wriothesley ceases his torment. Instead, he focuses on trying to calm down his pheromones as if he’s had complete control over them all along, helping Neuvillette with his cumbersome robes and sweeping up the files that had been used as an excuse for their little rendezvous.
When he’s about to leave, Neuvillette stands for a second longer, expecting Wriothesley to send him off with one more kiss goodbye like he usually does, which Wriothesley pretends not to notice. Even harder is to ignore the frown of disappointment on his alpha’s face before he heads out.
The door shuts heavily with an echoing sound.
Wriothesley swallows.
“H-Haah, fuck!” Wriothesley’s back slams against the shower tiles as he stumbles to get himself under the cold water. The temperature shock does not help as intended, instead reminding him of Neuvillette’s claws against his naked chest, and sending a spasm of thick slick dripping down his thighs.
This is so, so, so bad. He can’t believe he actually made it through the day, out of his office, to his quarters, and out of his goddamn clothes before the tingling, aching feeling under his skin burst out in waves of hot desperation. He already has one hand on his dick, the other slipping against the wet tiles in a clumsy attempt to keep him from cracking his head against the shower walls before he props himself on one shoulder and shoves two fingers between his damp folds.
A moan of relief escapes him, a bit too whorish for his liking, but fuck, the hours his hypocritical ass spent in that room full of the scent of the man he’d spent over half his life worshipping, tinged with hints of draconic, alpha lust that he caused .
What the fuck!? What the fuck, what the fuck had that been?
The cry plays on loop as his thumb massages the nub of his clit, fist pumping as he pictures Neuvillette lifting himself off of Wriothesley’s cock, leaking globs of spend and watching it slide down to Wriothesley’s soaking pussy. The smirk of satisfaction Neuvillette gets as he knows he’s made Wriothesley come from both ends, lapping up the wetness between his lower lips with his inhuman tongue before plunging in and drinking it whole.
Wriothesley bites his arm to muffle a loud groan as he struggles to replicate that sensation with his too-short fingers and aching wrist, glad that his room is much further away from the residents than it used to be.
But then the image in his head twists into something different, something he and Neuvillette have only just recently attempted.
His pupils blow with a gasp as he remembers the drag of thankfully-human nails up the backs of his thighs, Wriothesley, only still alert by the waves of anxiety pulsing through him as he attempts to feel not think, just barely has time to see Neuvillette lick his lips before a sharp push had found Wriothesley's knees at his ears, his lower half fully exposed to the alpha’s hungry gaze.
“Beautiful,” Neuvillette had purred, pressing a kiss to the quivering folds. He felt Wriothesley tremble beneath his hands, and gently repositioned himself out of the mating press to rub soothing circles into his partner’s hip. “Color?” he’d asked, achingly attentive.
“G...” Wriothesley swallows, breathing out. "Green."
And he hadn’t lied. All he had to do was feel Neuvillette’s anchoring grip and his frayed defenses held tight. His gaze held all the godliness that Wriothesley had spent so long picking apart, reminding him of the first time he’d laid eyes on the judge and thought that maybe it was okay to still believe.
“Yeah, so green. Amazingly green.”
He'd felt Neuvillette relax, and oh, Wriothesley did not deserve that smile.
“Good.” And like that, it'd been all the permission Neuvillette needed to break the dam holding back the flood of his pheromones, effectively obliterating any shred of reason the warden had remaining. His omega instinct had cracked open like an egg and left him pink and writhing beneath the alpha in a way he'd never thought he could possibly allow himself to be.
Neuvillette had been an avid fan, throwing Wriotheley’s knees over his shoulders so he could bend and attack his partner’s flushed chest with abandon. Wriothesley yelped out a sound trapped within him for years, shivering like a newborn pup as his mate (no, not his mate- not yet) nipped at a puckered bud. He could feel the suck and drag of Neuvillette's mouth, taking his time with each nub, until they were fat and red enough for his liking. Ages later, when he was satisfied with his work, he rubbed his cheek against one and began marking up the rest of Wriotheley's chest.
Wriothesley sometimes liked to tease the justice's love of his upper body, telling him that he'd have a lot of ground to cover if he were so determined to leave a trace unmarred.
And boy, did he love to see his alpha rise to the challenge.
Suddenly, cold thumb stroked against his hole, and Wriothesley’s vision tinged red.
“Neuvi—!” His voice had cut with a pitched noise as the dragon plunged the digit in, rubbing and twisting the finger against his swelling walls. Wriothesley fisted the sheets, nearly choking on his breath to keep the sounds trapped in his throat from whining out.
“Don't be unfair, love,” Neuvillette had crooned, and Wriothesley could see his partner’s amusement from the corner of his eye. “Sing for me with that pretty voice of yours.”
Only him. Only this man could say those words without the threat of getting his neck snapped.
Instead, it caused Wriothesley to arch up and cry out what was in no way and absolutely would never be a fucking mewl the moment Neuvillette used his other hand to grab his dick and squeeze .
“HaaAAAHN—!! HAah… Holy… Holy shit, w-warn a guy,” Wriothesley had gasped, just barely keeping himself from coming. Neuvillette's pussy hand must be absolutely drenched. “Celestia—”
“No. ” A gasp punched out of Wriothesley as Neuvillette used his over-slicked hand to plunge two more fingers in at once. “I will not hear you speak of the gods here, Your Grace. Not when you're with me.”
And Wriothesley had to hold his breath to keep himself from busting one right there, just from that voice. Holy fuck, if Neuvillette knew what that tone did to him, Wriothesley quite possibly would have never made it this long.
And then Neuvillette had stroked upwards, scissoring his fingers and working Wriothesley open with purposeful strokes. He kissed the warden’s heaving chest as if apologetic, while simultaneously doing nothing to slow his movements.
Wriothesley had attempted to respond, but was cut off by Neuvillette pressing a thumb against the leaking slit of his cock with a knowing smile.
He leaned in, folding over Wriothesley’s sopping lower half until they flush up against Neuvillette's chest, fingers and all, allowing Wriothesley to feel the drag of his scales against his plush ass.
The alpha then pressed a kiss to his omega’s reddened ear to whisper, “Good boy.”
And Wriothesley, against all his carefully-built defenses, whimpered.
“Such a mess when I'm not even inside of you yet,” chuckled the judge. Sitting on his heels, he laid his cheek against the inside of Wriothesley’s thigh and hummed. “What a lucky alpha I am, to have an omega as gorgeous under me as he is on top of me. I really must thank someone for sending you my way, though it surely will not be them .”
“Only—” Wriothesley stammered, smirking through the embarrassment. “—only you would thank the wolf that bit you, Chief Justice.”
Neuvillette’s eyes had darkened, meeting Wriothesley’s before flicking his hand out with a wet sound. Wriothesley jolted at the sudden emptiness, yet managed to keep his partner’s gaze as his face burned with poorly-hidden want.
“What a lovely color,” Neuvillette said with his lips pressed to Wriothesley’s inner thigh. “How did you go so long without my cocks?”
“Mmh.” Wriothesley, with the last shred of his composure, laughed. “How did you go so long without being inside me?”
The response had been the nudge of something large and twitching against his oversensitive hole, only slightly distracted by the shower of licks and kisses that Neuvillette had peppered his face as if to soothe him for what was to come.
“Oh Wriothesley,” purred his alpha. “You know why.”
The memory, or what had mostly been a memory, shatters as Wriothesley shoves his fingers inside of himself as deep and hard as he physically can, and cum bursts out of his cock with a desperate cry, splattering against the walls and shower floor. Orgasms shake out one after the other, and his legs fold from under him with a dull sound.
The shower pitifully cleans up after him, doing little to wake him from his daze. And doing even less to cool off the feeling that had been only barely soothed by ejaculating. He looks down at his dick, which rebelliously refuses to soften.
“Shit,” he pants out, head hitting the wall with a thud. “I'm in heat, aren't I?”