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They were seated comfortably on Wriothesley's couch together, not for the first time. Wriothesley with his tea, Neuvillette with his water. They had been there for several hours already, talking of business, then trailing off into friendly conversation. It was, he supposed, about time for Neuvillette to leave. Except that Neuvillette was still there.
The two of them sat in silence, staring into their respective drinks. Wriothesley's cup was near empty, he realized. As was the pot.
"Hey, Neuvillette," he said at last, softly, then stopped himself. His heart was pounding, his breath all caught in his throat. They were sitting so very close. Their knees nearly touched. And when Wriothesley set his hand down between them, he found that his fingers almost brushed the edges of Neuvillette's robes.
He flushed. It burned across his cheeks and down the back of his neck. It was too much. He shouldn't... shouldn't say things like what was on the tip of his tongue. He shook his head, letting out an apologetic laugh. "No, nevermind, it's... it's nothing."
There was another long silence between them. Then Neuvillette shifted, leaned forward and set his goblet down on the table.
"Wriothesley," he said, slowly and carefully, tasting the words on his tongue. "If... there is something you wish to say, I would not want you to hold it back on my account. Whether it is due to our positions, or something else entirely, unless it is a matter of personal privacy then please. I implore you. I will not judge you for your thoughts, however mundane you may think them."
"That's a long way of asking me to just spit it already," Wriothesley laughed, and Neuvillette offered him just the slightest upturn of his lips.
"I suppose it is," he said thoughtfully.
There was another long silence. Despite Neuvillette's encouragement, Wriothesley... was not sure he could get himself to say what he truly wanted to. But now, of all times, was the perfect opportunity. Wasn't it? Still, did he dare step over the precipice? Perhaps... perhaps if he was clever, he could take it back, if Neuvillette reacted poorly.
Again, Neuvillette was staring at him, his eyes bright and intense, and it only made Wriothesley flush darker.
"All I wanted to say was that," he began again, staring into those beautiful eyes and finding that he could not look away. "I think you're beautiful."
"Oh?" Neuvillette said softly, and then, "Thank you, Wriothesley. That’s very kind." There was a slight tinge of pink to his cheeks that Wriothesley didn't miss, though he seemed otherwise completely unaffected. "Was... that all?"
"I want to kiss you," Wriothesley blurted out, before he could stop himself, and felt far too warm at the mere thought of it.
There was another long silence. This one undeniably worse than the last. Wriothesley's chest was tight, his breath all caught, his heart pounding so loud he was sure Neuvillette could hear it, his skin burning hot, and he was certain his eyes looked far too hopeful.
"If you would like to," Neuvillette said at last, slowly and carefully. “I would allow it.”
Wriothesley blinked. "Just... just like that?"
Neuvillette tilted his head. "Yes," he said.
“But, I....” Wriothesley looked away, then, far too aware of the heat in his cheeks. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want, Neuvillette. And so if you don’t—”
Neuvillette’s fingertips touched his cheek, gently turning Wriothesley’s head back to face him again, encouraging him to meet his eyes. Wriothesley did and swallowed. Neuvillette looked.... It was so difficult to describe how he looked, but after knowing him for so long, Wriothesley could read him well enough. There was an expression on the Iudex’s face he’d never seen there before. Something... hungry.
“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette said, gentle but firm. “I would not allow it if I did not want it. Moreover... I, too, have been thinking of...” He trailed off and his expression softened as he appeared to be at a loss for words.
Wriothesley leaned in, touching Neuvillette’s cheek in turn. “I have been thinking of it,” he said quietly, watching the subtle shift across Neuvillette’s face as he drew near enough that their breath mingled. The way his eyes half-closed, the way he tilted his head ever so slightly, the way his gaze dropped to Wriothesley’s lips. “For quite some time...”
Though Wriothesley had been intending to, it was Neuvillette who leaned in first, pressing his lips ever so gently to Wriothesley’s. He closed his eyes, but he wished a second later he’d left them open to continue watching Neuvillette’s face.
His lips were so very soft and cool, and they felt so very good against his own.
When Neuvillette drew back, it was by scant centimeters, their warm breath mingling.
There was a question hanging in the air between them. Neuvillette had frozen entirely, expectant or hesitant.
Wriothesley exhaled soft and slow. He didn’t look into Neuvillette’s eyes, but he did stare at his mouth, at his parted lips and the barest hint of sharp fangs behind them.
“Wow,” he whispered, a smile curling across his face, and he did look at Neuvillette then, only to find his normally slitted pupils absolutely enormous, even wider than they’d been before, like a cat’s in the dark.
Wriothesley leaned in to catch Neuvillette’s lips against his own again, harder this time, Neuvillette kissing him harder in turn, and he let out a quiet sound into that kiss that brought a low rumble out of Neuvillette’s chest, a sound almost like a growl that made Wriothesley shudder.
“Oh, fuck,” Wriothesley whispered against his lips, curling his fingers back into Neuvillette’s hair. He parted his lips, pressed his tongue to Neuvillette’s mouth ever so slightly, and felt a surge of heat when Neuvillette let him in, then pressed his tongue back against Wriothesley’s. It was— different.
His tongue was forked. And it was long.
Wriothesley groaned urgently into Neuvillette's mouth, scrambling to pull him closer, tugging on his cravat, on his hair. They kissed harder, deeper, more desperate. Neuvillette slid closer, but he wanted more, they both wanted more, so Wriothesley bit the bullet.
He threw one leg over Neuvillette’s hips and climbed into his lap.
Perhaps he shouldn’t have been surprised that Neuvillette’s hands curled immediately around his hips, dragging him closer as Wriothesley moaned and shoved himself down, rubbing their hips together.
"Neuvillette," he gasped.
"Wriothesley," Neuvillette returned, calmer but no less heated, fangs brushing Wriothesley’s lower lip.
"You seem like you've done this before," Wriothesley muttered against his parted lips between gasps for breath. "I somehow didn't get that impression about you."
"It has been some time,” Neuvillette admitted, “I do not... seek it. But Wriothesley... I have desired you for quite some time. A... very long time indeed."
"I've desired you, too," Wriothesley admitted, “for ages, Neuvillette.” It came out almost as a moan, then Neuvillette leaned in and they were kissing again. Deep, drinking each other in, moaning.
Wriothesley curled his hands tighter into Neuvillette's hair, dragged him closer, pressed his hips down, gasping and panting. He was already hard and he could feel his cock throbbing, so wet he'd swear he was going to leave a huge damp smear all over his boxers. He could feel Neuvillette’s heat between his thighs and it was just about driving him mad with want, his asshole clenching in need.
"Fuck, Neuvillette," he gasped into his kisses.
"Wriothesley," Neuvillette rumbled, his voice heavy and deep, practically dripping in his own desire, though he barely showed it, his body relatively still compared to Wriothesley rocking his hips down again and again. "Let me touch you. Tell me where you like to be touched.”
Neuvillette's palm wrapped around Wriothesley's hip to his ass, long fingers sinking into the plump curve of it and Wriothesley gasped. He wasn't used to people asking that and it caught him off guard for a moment.
"My neck," he said at last, "my ass. My tits."
He refrained, for now, from saying his cock. Neuvillette still didn't know... that about him. Though he was sure to find out soon enough.
Neuvillette leaned in, letting out the strangest thrumming sound as he pressed his tongue to Wriothesleys neck. His long, forked tongue.
Wriothesley gasped, moaned, his breath harsh. "Oh, fuck Neuvillette," he breathed as Neuvillette dragged that tongue hard up the side of his neck, making Wriothesley shudder. "Your tongue, it’s... long like a..."
"Like a dragon?" Neuvillette asked, pulling back just enough to look Wriothesley in the eye, his gaze narrowed and intense.
Wriothesley sucked in a breath. He'd known he was the Sovereign for some time, and Neuvillette had told him as much shortly after his ascension. Since that day though... they hadn't really talked about it. Neither had Wriothesley considered what that might mean about Neuvillette’s form. Until now. "Yes."
"Does it frighten you, Wriothesley?" He asked, hesitant. Wriothesley was sure it would frighten plenty of people. But not him. No. It made him harder.
Wriothesley shook his head. "No. Fuck. Not at all. It's. It's great. It’s hot. I—" They kissed again, harder this time, and Neuvillette’s tongue pressed between his teeth, into his mouth. Wriothesley moaned and his tongue pressed deeper. Neuvillette grabbed Wriothesley’s hips, pulled him down, and Wriothesley swore he could feel a bulge that wasn't there before. He sucked in a breath around Neuvillette's tongue and Neuvillette pulled it out, watching Wriothesley with pupils blown wide.
"You are incredible, Wriothesley," he whispered, “To think, I could have had you all these years—” He pressed his hips up ever so slightly and Wriothesley could definitely feel a bulge there. It pressed right between his legs, right where he was all wet, and he gasped and shuddered. Neuvillette let out a deep chitter, a sound that was so distinctly inhuman Wriothesley felt dizzy with arousal.
"Fuck, I need you," he hissed, kissing him again and again but as Neuvillette tugged their hips together and kept making those sounds into his kisses, he realized very quickly he had to. Say something.
"Neuvillette," he gasped, breaking their kiss. "There's something I need to tell you. Before we go any further."
Neuvillette made a questioning sound, parting his lips against Wriothesley's cheek and breathing him in long and deep, nostrils flaring as he took in his scent. "Yes?"
"I..." He wasn’t even completely sure that Neuvillette knew what being transgender meant. So instead he said, "my anatomy... isn't what you would expect."
Neuvillette made a quiet contemplative sound. "Interesting," he said after a moment, wearing the slightest of smiles. "Neither is mine."
Wriothesley sucked in a breath. That reply—
He kissed Neuvillette again. Drew him right up against his mouth and kissed him long and deep and slow.
"I did notice," Neuvillette said as they broke to breathe. "You do not seem to have a... penis?"
"I have a cock," Wriothesley growled quietly. "It's just... small." He flushed.
"There is nothing wrong with that," Neuvillette gently assured him.
"It isn't just that. I'm—” he broke off, not sure how to explain when all he wanted was— fuck, he should have told him sooner. “I’m trans, Neuvillette. I... was born a woman, sort of. I mean not really but... well."
"I have heard the term," Neuvillette mused quietly. "Though I am not familiar with the particulars."
Wriothesley shook his head. "I'll tell you later, it doesn’t really matter but— I transitioned years ago, as a teenager, after I was sent here. The only really important thing right now is that I. Don't have typical male anatomy. I have..."
He trailed off again. He was flushed. He couldn’t get it out. But from the look in his eyes, Neuvillette understood.
"I see," he said. “You know I don’t mind.”
Wriothesley only flushed further, glancing away.
“Wriothesley.” Neuvillette caught his chin in those long, beautiful fingers, and Wriothesley did meet his eyes, then, and saw the honesty there.
“It is not something to be ashamed of.”
“I’m not ashamed,” Wriothesley muttered. “I just didn’t know how you would react. Or what you would say.”
“I have hemipenes,” was what Neuvillette said next. “And a cloaca. Your anatomy does not matter to me, Wriothesley, and whatever you desire—” he broke off. “No, perhaps it is too soon...”
“It isn’t,” Wriothesley said quickly, too quickly. He felt like he was reeling. “It’s not too soon, I want— I want you.”
Neuvillette stared at him, eyes widening in faint surprise.
All Wriothesley could do was drag him into another kiss and grind down harder against him, making both of them moan. "These?" He asked, shifting his hips and purposefully pressing his wet, aching hole up against the twin bulges in Neuvillette’s pants, making him hiss at the heat.
"Yes," Neuvillette whispered, "those are indeed my hemipenes. How very astute."
"And you.... want to fuck me?" He asked, sitting back a little and grinding his hips down again, hopeful.
"Wriothesley," Neuvillette said, clearly trying very hard to keep his voice even. "I... would happily be with you in whatever way you desire. I am not particularly picky but.... yes." He hummed, thoughtful. "But yes. I have desired to mate with you, I—"
He broke off as Wriothesley kissed him again, moaned. "We should talk about it," he said between kisses.
"We should," Neuvillette agreed.
"But I can't think straight, I—" he kissed him again, rutted against him, gasped against his lips. "I'm—"
"Wriothesley," Neuvillette hissed. His bulge was bigger now, much much bigger, big enough for Wriothesley to grind both holes against it and press his cock up against Neuvillette's belly, both of them gasping, moaning.
He was so wet, oh he was so wet and Neuvillette’s cocks felt so good nudging up against him, pressing insistently through their clothes, as though they wanted to be inside him as much as Wriothesley wanted it. Neuvillette certainly pressed his hips up like he did, like he wanted to roll Wriothesley over right then and there and fuck him on the couch and part of Wriothesley wished he would, knew they should talk but wanted Neuvillette to growl and tear his clothes off and just—
Wriothesley came, hard and sudden, whining and shuddering as he clung to Neuvillette, moaning into his mouth. He rolled their hips together, shoving himself down and grinding against him, thinking too much about Neuvillette filling him, about how much he wanted it now, right now.
“Want you,” he gasped, pulling on Neuvillette’s cravat, on his robes. “I want you Neuvillette, I want you.”
Neuvillette did growl for him, leaning forward, one arm curling around Wriothesley’s waist, pulling him closer, pulling him down, and Wriothesley whined and rocked against him, still riding out the shudders of his orgasm.
“Wriothesley did you—” Neuvillette began to ask, but it was already so very clear. Wriothesley had come, was still coming, just from grinding against him and kissing him.
“Yes,” he whimpered, clinging to Neuvillette, and Neuvillette growled again, kissed him hard, shoved his tongue between Wriothesley’s teeth and bucked up against him, surely thinking the same thing— of fucking him, of filling him.
Neuvillette gasped against his mouth and let out a beautiful, melodic moan, shuddering and twitching beneath him, and Wriothesley pulled him into another deep, aching kiss. He could feel a great heavy wetness forming between his legs. A wetness that was most definitely Neuvillette's come.
"Fuck," Wriothesley shuddered, biting hard on Neuvillette's lip until he drew blood and Neuvillette let out a low, aching rumble. "Fuck oh—"
Rumble expanding into another growl, Neuvillette thrust up against him and shuddered a second time and there was more, so hot, so wet, and all Wriothesley could think about was that hot wet come releasing deep into his belly instead. He wanted it. But they had to, they had to talk first but—
Neuvillette gasped against Wriothesley's cheek, clutching his hips, fingers pressing in hard and Wriothesley gasped in turn, finding himself whimpering as he finally came down from his orgasm.
"Forgive me," Neuvillette said after a moment, swallowing and clearly trying to regain his composure. "I... it has been so long since I've been with another like this, my instincts. I. At times I cannot control them."
"Don't you dare apologize," Wriothesley returned, nipping at the shell of his pointed ear and making Neuvillette grunt. "We want the exact same thing. Trust me." He rolled his hips down pointedly.
“I suppose we do,” Neuvillette muttered, shuddering against him.
“But we need to talk first.”
“Yes,” Neuvillette agreed with a quiet sigh. “We do.”
They each took a deep, shuddering breath. Wriothesley turned to glance at the clock on the wall and combed his fingers through Neuvillette's hair. Neuvillette held tight to him, curling his gloved hands against Wriothesley’s hips and buried his face in his neck, breathing his scent and beginning to thrum in a way that sounded strangely like a purr.
"Neuvillette," Wriothesley whispered, pressing his face into Neuvillette's shoulder in turn. How he had longed for this. For years. “What time do you need to return?”
“Mm,” Neuvillette let out a reluctant, thoughtful sound against one of Wriothesley’s scars and the wraps around his neck, nosing at them. “I... do have several meetings this evening, but I can spare some time.”
“How much time, Neuvillette?” Wriothesley prompted.
“Perhaps....,” he glanced at the clock as well. “Another hour. No more.”
“Then,” Wriothesley said, already considering how long this might take. “Let’s talk.”
Neuvillette sat back on the couch, taking Wriothesley in thoughtfully, and Wriothesley had no real intentions of moving at the moment, despite the mess between both their thighs. He would have to get Neuvillette new trousers or at least attempt to clean them before he returned...
“Where should we begin?” Neuvillette asked, gently rubbing at Wriothesley’s hips. “What would you like to discuss?”
“We don’t have time for too much,” Wriothesley said, considering the question. “But I want to get a few things straight between us before we get carried away. What we want. Any parts of ourselves that are off limits. That sort of thing.”
“Then perhaps,” Neuvillette considered, meeting Wriothesley’s eyes. “We ought to strip.”
Wriothesley nodded.
Still, he only climbed off Neuvillette’s lap reluctantly, already missing his touch. He’d wanted this for so long... his mouth, his hands, to touch the pale column of his neck, to have Neuvillette over him or under him, to press their bodies together.
Watching him strip was almost too much. He was so methodical, so careful. Each piece of clothing was removed as though it were a ritual, and he supposed in some ways it was. The cravat was pulled off along with the pin, and then his mantle and his robe.
“I will leave the spats,” Neuvillette explained, “to save time.” And he raised his eyebrows. “I had also assumed we would both be stripping down, Wriothesley. Or are you so entranced by me you cannot look away?”
Wriothesley felt as though his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth, staring at the Chief Justice dumbly. “Oh,” he said, flushing red and hot. “Of course. I just... yeah. Got distracted.” He laughed, embarrassed, and began to hastily undo the buttons of his waistcoat.
Still, he stared at Neuvillette even as he stripped himself. But he found that as he shed his coat and peeled off his waistcoat, beginning on the buttons of his shirt, Neuvillette was staring at him as well, a low growl emitting from his throat that made Wriothesley shudder.
When he pulled his shirt off, Neuvillette paused. His nostrils flared, and there was a hungry look in his eye as he took in all of Wriothesley’s muscle and the scars that covered his chest.
Neuvillette, on the other hand, was thin and pale, and as he pulled off his shirt, Wriothesley could see that his skin was, in fact, covered in a thin layer of scales in several places. He sucked in a breath.
He was hard again.
“In the interest of time—” Neuvillette said into the long silence between them, his voice a little strained.
“Right,” Wriothesley gasped, and quickly undid his fly, pulling his trousers down at once.
Neuvillette undid his more slowly, his gaze drifting down between Wriothesley’s legs.
“I’ll let you have a look,” Wriothesley promised, trying to be smug about it but that was hard to do when his voice came out a little hoarse as well. “But you first.”
Neuvillette tugged his trousers down. Unlike Wriothesley’s hairy body, there was hardly any hair on Neuvillette at all. Scales seemed to take their place instead, as his mound was covered in them, but that only meant that Wriothesley could very clearly see the slit between his legs that was still partway open, his hemipenes not having fully retreated inside. The tips were still out, bright blue against his pale skin, the same color as his horns.
“Oh,” Wriothesley said, staring at him. And... he was drooling, just a little.
There was a gentle flush to the arcs of Neuvillette’s cheeks as he looked down at himself. “My hemipenes,” he explained, gently touching the edge of his slit, “come from inside my vent. My cloaca,” he motioned a little lower, near where someone’s asshole might be. “Is here. That is off limits.” He hummed thoughtfully. “Was that what you wanted to see?”
Wriothesley flushed. “Yes. You’re... beautiful,” he muttered. Neuvillette shuffled on his feet, seeming embarrassed. “I— I want to show you mine. And then, maybe you can... well.”
Neuvillette nodded. It was a very slight nod, but there was a darker flush to his cheeks now that Wriothesley didn’t miss. His gaze gravitated once more down the length of Wriothesley’s body, taking him all in, and Wriothesley felt his breath catch.
“I’d— better lay down,” he said quickly. “So you don’t have to kneel. Mine... I’m afraid with all this hair you’ll have to dig for it.” He laughed a little, but Neuvillette did not. Only subtly nodded again.
“Very well.”
Shuffling back to the couch, Wriothesley pulled off his boots, got his trousers all the way off around ankles, and sat down. Then he turned, feeling suddenly terribly awkward, and turned sideways, leaning back against the pillows. He drew up his knees and sucked in a breath. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d done this. He’d fucked plenty of men before he became Administrator, but they had always been hard and quick. Ass only, pussy forbidden. Always, always forbidden. But now he—
He didn’t know. He didn’t know what he wanted. Neuvillette was no stranger. He was his closest friend. He was— more than that, if he was being honest with himself. He trusted Neuvillette more than he trusted anyone. He trusted Neuvillette to not do anything he wouldn’t want. And so, he found that he wanted Neuvillette to touch him. Even there. Even— even his pussy, where he’d only ever touched himself. His fingers, sometimes a dildo on rare occasions. No one had fucked him there. Not ever. But when he’d felt Neuvillette’s cock pressing up against him through their clothes, he’d had— thoughts. Filthy, dirty thoughts he’d never had about anyone else.
Neuvillette stared at him a long moment, as if waiting for an invitation, his breath caught, his eyes narrowed and intense. Then Wriothesley parted his knees, put his fingers between his legs and tugged the lips aside to reveal his cock, still hard. He grinned up at Neuvillette, skin flushed.
“Well?” he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt, a part of him terrified that Neuvillette wouldn’t want him. “Come take a look.”
“Are you nervous?” Neuvillette asked, sitting between his legs and leaning down.
Wriothesley swallowed. And then he admitted, reluctantly, “Yes.”
“You don’t need to be,” Neuvillette assured him. “I already told you. I don’t mind.”
Wriothesley hummed in acknowledgement. That wasn’t entirely what the issue was, but... he didn’t want to try to explain. He just wanted Neuvillette to touch him.
Neuvillette’s gaze dropped, and Wriothesley watched as he stared intently at his fat little cock. They were both flushed, and Neuvillette didn’t seem to know what to do.
“Touch me,” Wriothesley encouraged.
Tentatively, Neuvillette reached out one hand. He stroked the pad of one gloved finger down the length of Wriothesley’s hard cock, tugged at the skin around the head. Wriothesley gasped, breath picking up, heart pounding, and Neuvillette let out a low, approving rumble.
“Yes,” Wriothesley whispered. “Like that—”
“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette muttered, running his finger back up to the base and pressing down there, making Wriothesley shudder. “I’m beginning to think this is a thinly veiled attempt at asking me to properly fuck you.”
“It might be,” Wriothesley admitted, a little hoarse.
“Then, was there anything else you wanted to say?”
“Well—” He swallowed. Yes... yes that was right, he did want to talk a little more, and he should. He parted his lips a little further, trailed his own fingers down to the first opening. “My pussy,” he said, and flushed. He so rarely said that word out loud, though he thought it in his head often enough. “I... I’m not sure—”
Neuvillette’s gaze flicked up to his face, watching him intently now.
“I—” Wriothesley’s breath came a little harder. He couldn’t hold Neuvillette’s gaze, glancing away, his cheeks burning. “I’ve touched myself there, but no one else has ever—”
“I will not, if you do not desire it,” Neuvillette said, beginning to pull his hand away, but Wriothesley shook his head, reaching out to grab his wrist, to tug his hand back.
“No. I do want you to. I do, just... only a little. And be gentle. And I don’t want to be fucked there, at least, not now.” He trailed the fingers of his other hand lower to the crack of his ass, pulled his cheek aside and felt his breath pick up even harder from how exposed he was like this, from Neuvillette’s eyes on him, taking in every part of him— his cock, his holes. Fuck, but he wanted, he wanted.
“My ass,” he said, “is where I always get fucked. You could fit an army in there. It’s probably wide open and—” he broke off as Neuvillette pulled his other cheek aside, pupils widening as he took in Wriothesley’s open, fluttering hole.
“So I see,” he muttered reverently.
His gaze flicked up again, just a little. Wriothesley let go of his wrist and the pad of Neuvillette’s thumb pressed to the very edge of Wriothesley’s upper hole—his pussy. It was still soaking wet and Wriothesley shuddered and bit his lip, but it felt... it felt good.
“Ah— yes,” he whispered, so Neuvillette dragged his thumb along the entrance, slow and gentle, just as Wriothesley had asked him to be, growling quietly. That touch, that sound, sent shudders up his spine and he arched his back, pressed his hips against his thumb. “Yes, that’s good—”
“Good?” Neuvillette echoed, humming softly to himself, his pupils wide. “Do you want more, Wriothesley?”
“Yes,” he hissed, “just a little—” he gasped as Neuvillette began to press his thumb inside, just barely. “Oh, fuck, Neuvillette—” He arched his hips, bit his lip. “Yes, just like that, a little more—” Neuvillette slid his thumb in a little further, and Wriothesley let out a quiet sob.
“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette breathed. “You said no one has ever fucked you here before?”
“Yes,” Wriothesley panted.
“Then... I am the first.” He pressed his thumb in a little further, that growl rising up in his chest again and Wriothesley moaned. Neuvillette leaned up over him, pressed his hand to Wriothesley’s thigh, pushing it back, watching him.
When Wriothesley opened his eyes and looked between them, he could see that Neuvillette’s hemipenes were once more emerging.
“You cannot fuck me there right now, Neuvillette,” he said, breathless, before he got any ideas. Even if it felt amazing. No. Not yet. “Later... maybe.”
“I am well aware,” Neuvillette hummed, gently fucking his thumb in and out, and Wriothesley shuddered and arched his hips into that touch. “I am simply enjoying touching you. I’ve wanted to touch you for so long, Wriothesley. If you’re alright with it... allow me to indulge myself a little further.”
The way he said that— Wriothesley swallowed. “Yes. Please. Please do.”
Hissing between his teeth, Neuvillette gently tugged his thumb out and pressed a finger to his wet, aching hole instead. Wriothesley gasped and he pushed that finger in, just a little. When Wriothesley only moaned, he pressed a second in alongside it, letting out that rumbling, possessive growl that made Wriothesley’s skin feel like it was on fire. Two fingers in his pussy. Two of Neuvillette’s fingers inside him.
“Yes,” Wriothesley gasped. “Yes, more—”
Growling louder, Neuvillette pushed them in further, then further, and Wriothesley let him, gasping and arching towards him, hands curled against the couch. It felt so good. So good.
“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette rumbled. “You are so soft and hot inside. You... feel incredible.”
“Fuck, Neuvillette,” Wriothesley gasped. “It feels so good but— My ass— touch my ass— I want you in me. I want you to fuck me.”
Neuvillette sucked in a sharp breath but gently pulled his fingers out, Wriothesley moaning all the while. He slid them down from his hole, tracing his skin, and Wriothesley was certain that beneath those gloves there were claws. It was hard to tell but now, as they touched him where he was so very hot and sensitive, he could feel the tips of them, brushing him reverently.
“Neuvillette,” he whined.
And then Neuvillette pressed them to his asshole instead. When he tried to push two in and got some resistance, Wriothesley almost told him where the lube was but—
A moment later, those fingers were inexplicably slick. Of course... he had likely used Hydro.
Like that, they pushed right in and Wriothesley moaned and sighed, relaxing around them easily.
Neuvillette’s eyes widened ever so slightly. “You are open,” he breathed.
“Yes,” Wriothesley gasped, pressing himself onto his fingers. “I told you I was— more, give me more Neuvillette—”
“Patience, Wriothesley,” Neuvillette chided gently. “I—” now his voice caught, quivering with emotion. “I have wanted to take you like this for... for so long. You have no idea. I.... desire to take my time, now that I have you before me like this.”
Wriothesley could only moan at that. And when Neuvillette pushed his fingers in a little deeper, just whimpered, “Please, but— we only have so much time—”
“I know, Wriothesley,” Neuvillette assured him, his voice deep, steady, and calm. “I am keeping it in mind. Just relax for me and tell me if this feels good.”
“It does—” Wriothesley assured him, trusting him to not take too long, just before Neuvillette pushed a third slick finger into his hole. He moaned again, trying to lift his hips up. “Oh yes,” he added, letting himself relax further. “Like that, just like that.”
Watching Wriothesley carefully, Neuvillette gently fucked his fingers into and out of him. Though he claimed it had been a long time since he’d done this, he did seem to know what he was doing, and Wriothesley was content to relax and let him, just enjoying the feel of having someone’s fingers in him again—Neuvillette’s fingers, the man he’d spent years longing for, and he was— three fingers, knuckle deep, spreading and opening him wide, testing how far he could pull him.
“That’s good—,” Wriothesley breathed and then— Neuvillette curled his fingers up and Wriothesley’s eyes widened. He gasped, panting for breath.
“No prostate,” Neuvillette mused. “But still sensitive here, I see.”
“Yes—” Wriothesley gasped. “Please, more, your cock—”
Neuvillette pushed his fingers in as far as they could go, hummed and growled and curled them up again as Wriothesley moaned. “My cock is quite large, Wriothesley,” he ground out, his voice hot and dripping with arousal.
Wriothesley tried to pull himself together enough to look at him. “I can take it,” he assured him.
“Wriothesley.” Neuvillette growled louder. “If you’re certain you’re prepared—”
“I am,” he insisted, reaching up to curl his fingers into Neuvillette’s hair. “Come on, please.”
“Then.” Neuvillette sucked in a shaky breath, tugging his fingers free as Wriothesley hissed. “Then... I will.” He hesitated, taking Wriothesley in beneath him, and let out a low rumbling sound. “You have no idea, Wriothesley... how often I have thought of this.”
“Neuvillette,” Wriothesley echoed, reaching up to press his palm to Neuvillette’s cheek, and he leaned into the touch. “So have I.”
Neuvillette let out a louder, deeper growl at that, a sound that made Wriothesley tremble, and he shifted forward, leaning up over him, his silver hair falling down around them.
“Wriothesley,” he gasped, leaned down and kissed him, open-mouthed and aching, Wriothesley moaning into it. Neuvillette’s tongue pressed just barely between his teeth, and Wriothesley groaned louder.
Pulling back just a little, Neuvillette shifted their hips together, grabbed his lower cock and pressed the tip to the crack of Wriothesley’s ass. Even that felt good and he gasped, and then he felt that tip slide up to his open, aching hole.
Wriothesley’s eyes widened as Neuvillette pushed the head against him, gasped and moaned when he felt it pop inside. Then Neuvillette was kissing him again, pushing his length inch by inch inside him.
“Wriothesley,” he whispered against his lips. “Wriothesley, you feel so good. You’re so hot—”
“Neuvillette,” Wriothesley moaned in turn. “You’re in me— you’re inside me—”
“Yes,” Neuvillette hissed, jerking his hips forward to sheathe more of his cock inside his open, waiting heat, eyelids fluttering closed.
His cock was huge. There was no doubt about that. The head was thinner but as soon as Neuvillette began pushing the length of it into him, he could feel it widening out, stretching him open. He gasped, panting for breath in the air between them, against Neuvillette’s lips.
When he opened his eyes, he could see that Neuvillette’s horns had perked up and begun to glow as he watched Wriothesley beneath him.
“Your horns,” Wriothesley whispered.
They twitched and Neuvillette blinked. “My rhinophores?” he asked.
Wriothesley nodded. “They’re glowing.”
“Ah, yes... when I... experience an intense pleasure, such as penetrating another...”
Wriothesley shuddered a little. “I see.”
Neuvillette pressed a little more of his cock into him and Wriothesley grunted, sweating. He was so hot, so flushed. He’d taken big cocks before but— human cocks, and dildos, and Neuvillette’s cock was. It was maybe bigger than he was prepared for. Truly massive. The weight of it was heavy inside him, and the subtle ridges felt incredible against his entrance.
“More,” he encouraged. “I can take more.”
Neuvillette grunted as well, pressing another inch up inside him and Wriothesley moaned, forcing himself to relax, to take it. “Fuck, you’re huge.”
“I apologize—” Neuvillette began, but Wriothesley shook his head.
“No, it’s. It’s good. It’s perfect.” Flushed all over, he grinned. “Give me more.”
Neuvillette did, easing into him further and further, Wriothesley shifting down onto it, moaning, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette informed him, voice trembling now. “I— am barely restraining myself—”
“Then give me the rest,” Wriothesley gasped.
Neuvillette growled, and this time it sounded— possessive, but almost frustrated. Frustrated with his instincts, perhaps, but as he looked at Wriothesley and their eyes met, his pupils widened and he pressed his hips forward, shoving the rest of the way in.
Wriothesley sobbed as the rest of his enormous cock was forced inside him. “It’s good—” he managed to get out, just to assure Neuvillette, but oh. Oh, it was so big, so deep, widening him out, filling him perfectly, better than anyone else, than any dildo ever had.
“Neuvillette—” he gasped. Neuvillette was growling, he hadn’t stopped, and Wriothesley could feel the soft skin of his vent against his hole, and more importantly, his upper cock, the thick hard base rubbing against his sopping wet pussy, his cock. And oh, how good that felt, the friction of it sending shudders up and down his spine.
“Fuck me,” he begged, reaching up and scrambling to grab onto Neuvillette’s shoulders, his hair, his chest, anything. “Fuck me, fuck me—”
Rumbling louder, Neuvillette pulled out and pushing back in, thrusting in slow, even strokes. Wriothesley threw his head back and moaned with each one.
“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette growled, leaned down, and dragged his long, thick tongue over the sweat-slicked side of his neck.
“Oh—” Wriothesley moaned, eyelids fluttering, “Fuck—”
“I’m inside you,” Neuvillette breathed against his neck, as though he’d just realized it himself. “I’m fucking you—” he leaned down a little further, choking out a moan of his own. “Wriothesley— I can’t— I cannot hold back— I must—”
“Yes, yes—” Wriothesley encouraged, fingers digging into the backs of his shoulders.
Neuvillette fucked into him harder, faster, pushing Wriothesley’s thigh back against his chest, holding him down by one shoulder with the other, and Wriothesley moaned, his entire body singing with pleasure.
“Yes—” he gasped, arching himself towards Neuvillette, and Neuvillette kept growling, staring through half-closed eyes at Wriothesley beneath him, his rhinophores glowing, his other cock grinding so perfectly against Wriothesley’s hole and cock, becoming slick where it rubbed against his pussy. The friction was incredible, he didn’t even think he would last long like this, despite having already come once.
“Wriothesley—” Neuvillette gasped, fucking into him a little harder, his skin flushed, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “There is— something else about me that you should know.”
Wriothesley was really in no shape to respond coherently, but he managed a questioning sound, followed by another groan as Neuvillette jerked his hips and fucked hard into him, the slap of their skin resonating in the air of his office.
“I go into rut.”
“Oh—” Wriothesley moaned. He liked the sound of that. “And—” he gasped. “Are you—”
“No,” Neuvillette ground out, gasping alongside Wriothesley as he thrust in again, grinding in deep. “I am not, currently. It was—” he pulled out and thrust in again, letting out a gorgeous little grunt. “Several weeks ago. And during my rut—” he pushed back in again, harder, pointedly. “I thought of this. Of you, beneath me. Taking my cock so well. Begging for me—”
“Oh, yes. Please—” Wriothesley moaned, watching his face, canting his hips up, catching each of Neuvillette’s thrusts.
“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette gasped, skin flushing a little brighter. “My other cock— is my ovipositor.” Wriothesley trembled. “When I am in rut... I lay eggs.”
Wriothesley felt like he was going to come. He let out a choked-up sob, eyes going wide. “Oh.”
“And I thought, extensively, about laying my eggs in you,” Neuvillette said, his voice going a little softer, a little hoarse, as he fucked into Wriothesley again and buried his cock deep inside him. Wriothesley shook beneath him, hard and aching and overcome. Snarling, Neuvillette reached down between them, got his hand on his other cock, pressing it down against Wriothesley’s pussy, and Wriothesley gasped, gushing slick, panting for breath into the air between them.
“Fuck,” he hissed, “Neuvillette. Oh, fuck—”
“It doesn’t frighten you?” Neuvillette breathed.
“No,” Wriothesley managed to get out. “No I—” He met Neuvillette’s eyes, and Neuvillette thrust his hips forward, forcing Wriothesley to take just a little more of his cock, and he let out a little wanting sound as he felt it shove in deeper. “I—”
He was already thinking about it. Neuvillette’s eggs. What would they look like, feel like? How many would he lay, how big were they? How would it feel, to be full of his eggs? Neuvillette’s eggs.
Wriothesley panted wildly, Neuvillette breathing heavily as well. Then Wriothesley reached up, grabbed him by the hair and dragged him down into a deep, aching, desperate kiss.
“How often?” Wriothesley ground out against his lips, and when Neuvillette made a questioning sound, asked, “How often do you go into rut?”
Neuvillette let out a deep, trembling, chittering sound. “Every six months, approximately.”
“Then—” Wriothesley tilted his hips up, curled his fingers tighter into Neuvillette’s hair. “Next time, Neuvillette. You can lay your eggs inside me—”
Neuvillette let out a strangled gasp, jerked his hips, and shuddered, his eyes closing as he came, spilling hot into Wriothesley’s gut.
“Maybe you can even,” Wriothesley continued, rubbing himself up against Neuvillette’s other cock, getting his slick along the base, jerking his cock against his ridges. “Lay them in my pussy.”
Neuvillette let out another strangled, beautiful sound, buried his face into the slope of Wriothesley’s shoulder, opened his mouth and bit down.
Fangs sank into Wriothesley’s skin. He saw stars. And he moaned as Neuvillette thrust into him, hard and brutal, rutting into his hole, laying his claim and taking his pleasure on him. He was still spilling, but Wriothesley could only tell based on the pressure deep in his stomach. It felt so good. He was going to come.
“Neuvillette,” he gasped, scrambling against his shoulders again.
“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette rumbled, dragging his tongue across the marks his fangs had left behind. “I would fill you with so many eggs you couldn’t walk for days— You would be gorgeous like that. My mate.”
Wriothesley came. It was a bright burst behind his eyes, and he sobbed, rubbing his cock helplessly against Neuvillette’s, shoving his hips up, little pleas falling from his lips as Neuvillette fucked him through it.
“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette rumbled, repeating his name over and over against the shell of his ear as Wriothesley’s orgasm roared through him. “Wriothesley,” he whispered, rocking his cock inside him, easy and deep. “I— my other cock—”
Wriothesley made a questioning sound, but Neuvillette was already pulling out. Wriothesley dug his nails into his shoulders, sobbing as he felt every beautiful, thick inch of that cock retreat, chest heaving as he tried desperately to catch his breath.
When the head popped out, he moaned, tilted his hips up, but Neuvillette was quick to shift, and before he knew it, the head of his other cock was pressing against his hole instead.
Wriothesley’s eyes widened. It was different— this shape. The head was wider, blunt, and it forced its way into him, his open hole easily letting it in. Rather than wait, Neuvillette shoved in fast and deep, filling him again in a single thrust, and Wriothesley gasped, moaning, another wave of his orgasm bursting bright behind his eyes.
This cock was a little thinner than the other, and Neuvillette thrust in hard and fast, groaning and grunting and growling as he fucked him, and all Wriothesley could do was ride it out. It didn’t take long. Neuvillette was coming as he thrust in deep again, gasping and shuddering, fucking Wriothesley as he rode out his own second orgasm.
“Fuck,” Wriothesley whined, dragging Neuvillette down against his lips. “Yes, oh yes—”
Neuvillette snarled into their kiss, buried his cock in deep, and pressed his palm to Wriothesley’s stomach. “My eggs,” he growled, “belong inside you, Wriothesley.”
“Yes,” Wriothesley moaned, and with his palm pressed to where his cock sat in Wriothesley’s stomach, distended slightly from all his come, fucked into him a few more times, slower now.
At last, Neuvillette’s hips stilled and they kissed, open mouthed and aching, and both of them began to relax.
Wriothesley stroked Neuvillette’s hair, tentatively stroked one of his rhinophores and felt Neuvillette shudder, moaning into their kiss and pressing closer.
“Wriothesley,” he rumbled, and began to thrum as he had before, that low purr emanating from his throat. “How I have longed to make you my mate.”
Wriothesley gasped at the word, sighing into their kiss. “Oh, yeah,” he whispered. “I love it when you call me that.”
“I got that impression,” Neuvillette muttered with a slight smile, dragging his fangs along Wriothesley’s lower lip, his gaze intense, possessive, and Wriothesley felt so very warm beneath him.
“Neuvillette,” he muttered after a moment, cupping his cheek. Neuvillette leaned into the touch. “We should...” he trailed off, not entirely wanting to admit it. “Clean up.”
The dragon sighed, pressed his nose to Wriothesley’s neck and then, reluctantly, tugged his cock from his hole.
Wriothesley gasped as it popped free, carrying with it globs of come and issue that Neuvillette quickly caught on his fingers, pressing it back into his hole, rumbling with a pleased sound as Wriothesley groaned.
“I see,” Wriothesley laughed.
“I do not want to stain your couch,” Neuvillette said simply, though that was clearly only half the reason, as he pushed his fingers into Wriothesley’s hole and felt around inside him, purring louder.
“Fuck, Neuvillette,” Wriothesley gasped, still smiling, “I’m already so sore, must you?”
“Apologies.” Neuvillette rumbled, pleased, and tugged his fingers out again, swiping them one last time over Wriothesley’s hole, smearing the remains of that issue across the crack of his ass.
He drew back, then, lowering Wriothesley’s legs and looking at him with wide pupils and that content little smile. Wriothesley felt far too warm beneath that gaze. He felt... adored, and it was a strange but wonderful feeling.
Wriothesley met his eyes for one long moment, then flushed and looked away. “So uh,” he began, still trying to catch his breath and wishing terribly that he could push Neuvillette down and snuggle up against his chest instead of having to get up and return to their work. “I have a bathroom downstairs. We can wash, get dressed and then....”
“I will see you again soon, I hope?” Neuvillette asked.
Wriothesley snorted at him. “As I always remind you, you’re the one with the impossible schedule. I can find the time for you, you just let me know.”
Neuvillette nodded, slow and calm. Then, as though he’d just realized he was still wearing some of his clothes, looked down and blinked.
"Wriothesley, I'm afraid I have ruined my trousers," he muttered weakly. And Wriothesley couldn't help but laugh.