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They didn’t make love at once but just layed down next to each other, fully clothed, their legs slowly tangling together, hands finding hidden crevices under layers of clothing, a slow undressing of garments and time taken to kiss every bit of skin exposed as each layer was stripped off.
Neuvillette’s hands moved to his shirt, undoing the ties around his neck, slowly easing away the ruffled jabot but he allowed the Duke to touch the pearl-tipped buttons, popping each one intently before parting the collar, to bloom kisses across Neuvillette’s throat and collarbone. He bit and sucked with delicacy, marking a trail down Neuvillette’s chest as that white shirt was shrugged, pulled off his pale body.
“Have you ever had someone before me?”
Wriothesley asked, rhetorically curious as he found the clasp of the waistband and unpinned it, rolling the top of the pants down, freeing slender hips and an erect cock, the slit gleaming wet. Easy, he went, his mouth opened, sliding his tongue up the length.
Neuvillette did not answer that question but his mouth eventually came open, the Duke was extremely clever with the way his tongue worked, and his hands were gracefully engaged in some sort of wicked ministrations between Neuvillette’s legs.
Neuvillette’s reply came at last when he spilled, hot and thick, into Wriothesley’s mouth.
“No one. I had no one before you.”
Neuvillette gasped once, his head flung back, repeating slowly. “No one.”
Those two words were kissed away from his mouth. For Wriothesley, the knowledge of him being the first to have this, to make love so preciously to a being who had never known such love.
It excited Wriothesley greatly.
It made him wish things, wicked naughty things, but he restrained himself. Neuvillette’s pleasure was important. They will have more opportunities for more pleasures.
“Have you had anyone before me?”
Neuvillette asked, in curious return, and Wriothesley nodded his head.
“A few people. I was younger. Those were days when you might think that person would be yours, but it turned out it didn’t work.”
“It would naturally be.” Neuvillette replied with all seriousness and acceptance, despite being completely naked, his pale skin all marked and flushed.
Wriothesley laughed, and he quietened down, finding Neuvillette's reply gently comforting. He kissed Neuvillette's forehead, kissed down that blushed cheek and kissed those willing lips.
His fingers moved down between those trembling, fair legs, pressing just one finger into Neuvillette, all the way till his knuckle.
There was a soft sound, a moan that hinted at some form of pleasure.
“Are you alright?”
Wriothesley checked, whispered, sliding his finger slowly further out, and in again.
Neuvillette’s hips bucked violently and he cried just from that single sensation, as he thrusted against Wriothesley’s hand.
“Yes, but go on…it does feel good, your finger.”
Neuvillette finally managed to get words, and he bit down on his lower lip. Encouraged, Wriothesley reached up, gripping Neuvillette’s wrists, tightening his hand around them.
“Monsieur.”
Lilac sights, glazed in heat, stared up at him.
“Do you like this?”
Wriothesley slid another finger alongside the first, resting both for a moment before hilting them all the way in.
Neuvillette’s eyes widened.
And he cried, whimpered against the pillows till Wriothesley had four fingers inside, teasing the wetness and tightness of it. Neuvillette made small, helpless noises, his back arching as those fingers were withdrawn, his hole clenching slowly with the loss, and he exhaled helplessly.
In a moment, he was filled again, not by fingers but cock, breaching deep inside him. Neuvillette was breathless again, but he vaguely heard himself moan hoarsely the moment Wriothesley stopped moving.
“Are you well?”
He was kissed, warmly and wetly on his cheek, and his eyes. Wriothesley’s cock was fully seated inside him - it was painful in parts Neuvillette did not realize and his body fought to adjust, his hips wriggling until he was filled full with stiff heat.
“Wriothesley—”
His neck kissed and sucked, and Wriothesley’s hands moved under, pulling Neuvillette close to him.
“Monsieur, do you feel good?”
“It is… different from what I thought.” Neuvillette replied, his voice softly uneven. He closed his eyes, thinking, his hips moving, reacting as Wriothesley’s hands fanned out on them.
“Monsieur?”
“More…”
Wriothesley paused, pressing his sweat-damp cheek against Neuvillette’s face, willing his lover to speak, “What was that, Monsieur?”
He waited for an answer, his own body rocking in slow motion now to slide his cock in, out and deep within, nursing his face against Neuvillette’s neck, inhaling - Neuvillette smelled clean, somewhat of soap, somewhat of rain.
“More…” Neuvillette mumbled, his hands bracing against the bedsheets, before they fist, pawing at Wriothesley’s chest. Neuvillette could not explain that unexplainable feeling right now inside his body, and he wanted more, yet he was not sure what else he needed.
Neuvillette felt himself pulled up, his thighs splaying open, his hole still stuffed deep and that he sat upright now, on Wriothesley’s bent legs.
“Do you want kisses, Monsieur?”
Neuvillette nodded, and he curled his arms around Wriothesley’s neck, letting his lips be kissed, his cries becoming hushed against Wriothesley’s lips.
This love-making was getting too slow for him though he wished to be careful, to make this first time comfortable for his lover, but that tightness that clamped his cock, the wetness that dripped down to his balls - Wriothesley was barely holding back his desire by a thin thread.
Every sound Neuvillette made, Wriothesley feared would be his next undoing; how dare Neuvillette make such lovely moans?
As his brain contemplated, Wriothesley was surprised by what happened next.
Neuvillette had breathed in sharply, and moved his mouth, scrapping kisses across Wriothesley’s cheek, neck and down to his collarbone, nipping skin across it. His eyes were dazed, his actions instinctive, fueled by the slowly-pumping cock between his legs and Wriothesley’s large, too-warm hand fisting him, playing with that wet slit and pink, flushed tip.
“Wriothesley…”
“I’m here,” Wriothesley kissed those lips murmuring his name, searching for him, listening for those small sounds of pleasure as he slowly fucked that willing ass, feeling himself thickening inside Neuvillette’s tight walls.
“More—” Neuvillette gasped, his moans turning into pleas. The fullness of it, the wet, slapping sounds as he was penetrated faster and faster; he dug his hands into Wriothesley’s back, his nails scraping marks, begging, “It’s not enough, Wriothesley.”
He couldn’t articulate what was that he wanted, Neuvillette, and could only cry that he wished for more, till he whimpered hard as his own cock shook, spilling semen between their bodies, the thick ropey liquid warm on his skin.
But it still was not enough, and he gripped Wriothesley’s shoulders, lifting himself up, and down again on that hard cock.
“Monsieur, you want me so badly?”
“You’re so deep inside…”
Neuvillette made a small, choked noise as his ass received a few hard thrusts.
“Can I? Inside of you…” Wriothesley panted, holding Neuvillette close. There was no reply, only moans but the way Neuvilette’s legs curled around him - it was consensual enough. His cock jerked roughly, twitching inside before spilling his own load within; Neuvillette’s gasps were loud as he received everything, and it grew louder till he opened his mouth, and bit down on Wriothesley’s shoulder in frustration.
They laid back on the bed now, their bodies slowly breathing in short breaths as Wriothesley pulled himself out, wet sounds and all, his eyes catching sight of his own cum spilling out between Neuvillette’s trembling cheeks.
“I can still feel you inside.”
Neuvilette breathed in hard, trailing his fingers down his belly, touching dried tracks of his own semen.
Closing his eyes, his cheeks flushed, his craving suddenly unsated. He wanted more.
“I want you, Wriothesley. Make love to me again.”
Neuvillette’s hand moved down between Wriothesley’s legs, touching hardness, stroking up that soft, damp skin, his inclination and impulse voiced candid and forward.
Wriothesley got to his knees as he lifted Neuvillette’s legs, spreading him open, and declaring in all heated lust:
“You know, Monsieur, I want you more.”