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Neuvillette stirred, something hot running through him, his head drowning in slumber…
And then his mouth fell open, hands clutching onto the sheets as he realized what was happening.
“Wr… Wri…” he managed to moan out, leaning into it, burying his face in his pillow.
Wriothesley’s hand gripped his ass tighter, tongue drawing itself out of him as he looked up at the man before him. “You’re awake. Good. I wanted to ask you something.”
The words came in slowly, Neuvillette’s mouth responding before his head registered the request, “Anything.”
Neuvillette’s hips started to grind, taking notice of the fact he was hard and desperate and needed this. Wanted Wriothesley to keep going.
“Mmph…” Wriothesley groaned, “Did you see the bull that crashed through the window?”
Neuvillette’s face scrunched up. “What? When?”
Wriothesley laughed, “Just making sure you’re actually awake.”
“Hmm.” Neuvillette grumbled, starting to drift off again.
“Hey. Stay awake.” Wriothesley ran his hands through Neuvillette’s hair, brushing it away from the side of his face. “Neuvillette… Can I fuck you tonight?”
Neuvillette whimpered at that, his body all too vocal when he was between sleep and wake. “Please.” He grinded faster now, feeling his shaft rub up against the soft sheets, cool air tickling his wet skin where Wriothesley’s tongue had been moments ago. His walls cried out with the need to be stimulated, touched, stretched, and sank inside.
“Are you sure?” Wriothesley asked, that tone he only got at times like this. He wanted it, too. Had presumably been working Neuvillette open for quite a while now. “You don’t usually say yes to that. Hold up two fingers.”
Neuvillette struggled to convince his hands to move. He was so comfortable, lost in blissful pleasure, only with the urge to lay limp and drift off while Wriothesley used him. “I’m asking you to.” Neuvillette asserted, shakily sliding two fingers free, “Do it, Wriothesley.”
Wriothesley growled, audibly panting, shuffling noises as he undressed himself, “Fuck, Neuvi. I’m gonna–” More moans, the bed shifting as he climbed atop Neuvillette, gently pulling Neuvillette’s hips up. “Try not to fall back asleep. I want you to feel this.”
Neuvillette let out an affirmative grunt, already hearing the soft lullaby beckoning him to return to his dozing state when he felt it.
“Agh–!”
He pulled the sheets beneath his hands hard, eyes rolling up, limbs attempting to hug close to his torso as Wriothesley forced inside. Wriothesley had tried to be gentle, but everything was more intense while Neuvillette slept, and he reeled, images of what Wriothesley must have looked like behind him consuming his mind’s eye.
Defined, sweat-slicked abs. Big, strong, veiny hands. Muscular thighs clamped around Neuvillette's sides as he eased into Neuvillette’s tight walls, watching himself go in.
Neuvillette couldn’t stay quiet. He was moaning incessantly, trembling beneath him, begging “more” in between gasping breaths.
“I wish you could see yourself right now.” Wriothesley went, slowly rolling his hips back before forcing in again, “You’re such a mess, Iudex.”
Neuvillette’s cheeks were hot, his skin covered in sweat, his tight sleep pants bunched around his stationary thighs. Wriothesley had undressed him. Turned him over. Licked him open.
“This is your fault, you know.” Wriothesley’s voice came, deep and breathless as he got a rhythm going, “I would have slept through the night. But you rolled over, started grinding on my ass–”
“Sorry,” Neuvillette whispered, biting down on his bottom lip, feeling the way it had swollen slightly, a symptom of their earlier activities.
“No. Don’t apologize. You asked me to do this tonight anyway. But I would’ve gotten more sleep if you hadn’t woken me up. I wasn’t aware you wanted it this badly.”
“I–” Neuvillette gulped, cutting himself short, just enjoying the push and pull. Wriothesley fit inside him seamlessly, thick and heavy, friction as he slid in and out.
That’s right. Wriothesley had mentioned that they hadn’t had much time for sex lately. They’d both been far too busy with their respective jobs, a series of pertinent trials taking up all the time Neuvillette would usually spend with Wriothesley in the evenings.
By the time Neuvillette would retire to his home with Wriothesley, he would already be exhausted, ready to share a meal, have a shower, and go to sleep.
Wriothesley had been patient through it all, and Neuvillette had been too otherwise occupied to realize that Wriothesley might miss their usual level of intimacy – let alone the fact that his own body lit aflame when it discovered how starved it had become.
But they’d tried earlier. Before dinner. On the couch. Wriothesley had been kissing Neuvillette, hand up his shirt, shifting himself onto Neuvillette’s lap. Right as he unbuttoned Neuvillette’s pants, Neuvillette fell sound asleep, right there in Wriothesley’s arms.
“Really?” Wriothesley had asked, pinching Neuvillette’s cheek to rouse him, “If you’re too tired, then–”
“I am.” Neuvillette had said regretfully, blinking his eyes open. He already felt groggy. Oddly lustful. Like he’d be content here if Wriothesley continued. “I think I might fall asleep regardless of what we do.”
Wriothesley sighed, their foreheads thudding together as he quelled his arousal. “Another night, then.”
“Or… perhaps tonight.” Neuvillette proposed, feeling Wriothesley shift.
“Tonight?”
Neuvillette nodded. An idea he’d never had before quickly circulated heat in his groin, “While we’re in bed.”
“Obviously.” Wriothesley said, sitting up and raising a brow, “But you’ll just fall asleep.”
Neuvillette blushed, clearing his throat. He was well aware of that. So he told Wriothesley, “Precisely.”
He awoke again, having drifted off thinking of their earlier conversation. Wriothesley was still going, nose pressed into the back of Neuvillette’s hair, having sank down atop him and started to thrust gently. His fingers were in Neuvillette’s limp mouth, soft kisses down his neck, noises that let Neuvillette know he felt relief from this, needed to savor it – the chance to feel Neuvillette this close.
“I love you.” he whispered, assuming Neuvillette was still asleep, “I love you so much.”
A whimper worked its way out of Neuvillette’s mouth, his tongue running across Wriothesley’s calloused fingers.
“There you are.” Wriothesley encouraged, picking up the pace as Neuvillette came to, “Does that feel good, Monsieur?”
Neuvillette moaned, nodding, rutting against the sheets, “Yes.”
Wriothesley shuddered against Neuvillette’s back, biting down on Neuvillette’s shoulder as he thrust hard. “Yeah?”
“Ngh–!” Neuvillette bit Wriothesley’s fingers, heart pounding in his ears, “Y–yes!” he choked out, muffled by the intrusion.
It was now he noticed the wet puddle beneath his stomach. The way his shaft was sensitive, flaccid.
Neuvillette had already cum while he was sleeping… and Wriothesley was still going, chasing after his own orgasm.
“Don’t fall asleep.” Wriothesley begged, kissing his cheek, nibbling the soft skin, “I need to hear you.”
Fire spread through Neuvillette, across his skin, deep in his stomach, whipping flames that engulfed his lucidity. Suddenly he could see Wriothesley, thrusting, ramming into him, rough strokes that Neuvillette had never been brave enough to ask for.
Then Wriothesley was kissing him, tongue running atop his, teeth, warm and wet.
And then Neuvillette’s eyes shot open, hoarse moans, Wriothesley pounding into him one last time.
Hot warmth spread through Neuvillette. Took his breath away. Made him feel cold across his bare skin, push back against Wriothesley, seeking out his warmth. He whined when Wriothesley sat up, starting to pull away.
“Don’t.” Neuvillette begged, eyelids heavy. They clung together, falling shut again with ease. “Don’t leave me.”
Wriothesley froze. It took a moment, but he slowly sank back down, laying his weight on top of Neuvillette. “Like this?” he asked softly.
Neuvillette nodded, a small smile touching his lips. “Thank you, Wriothesley.”
There was more shuffling, Wriothesley propping himself up momentarily as he grabbed hold of something, pulling it over their bodies. It was a blanket. Wriothesley let out a deep sigh as he settled in for the rest of the night.
“You’re going to complain about this in the morning.” he teased.
Neuvillette only grunted.
He couldn’t see himself minding this.
Not when it felt this perfect.