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Neuvillette stands naked in front of the floor length mirror in the bedroom that has become his and Wriothesley’s, studying himself. Over the past few months, he has grown round from the egg developing inside him. His and Wriothesley’s egg. He smooths his hands over his belly, over the small but present bump, and smiles faintly.
For so many years, he’s been alone. Now, not only does he have Wriothesley, his husband and mate, but he has the promise of a family and a child, two things he never thought he’d have.
“Look at you.”
He glances to the side, where Wriothesley leans naked against the bathroom threshold, a grin curving his lips and a liquid warmth smoldering in his eyes. “What about me?” he asks.
Though his body has changed, though he must spend more time in a hybrid form to accommodate the egg growing inside him, Wriothesley’s desire for him hasn’t waned. No, Wriothesley wants him despite the changes in his body. Because of those changes. Never once has he had cause to worry about Wriothesley’s affections.
Indeed, now, Wriothesley pushes out of the doorway and goes to his knees in front of Neuvillette. He presses a soft kiss to Neuvillette’s rounded stomach, smoothing his hands along Neuvillette’s hips and thighs. “You’re beautiful,” Wriothesley says against his skin, rubbing his cheek over the swell of Neuvillette’s belly, tipping his head back to regard Neuvillette with more than simple desire in his eyes. No, that is love, pure and unadulterated.
Neuvillette sinks the fingers of one hand into Wriothesley’s hair, combing through it, and Wriothesley nuzzles against him. “You have never given me cause to think anything else,” he says.
“Good.” Wriothesley’s hands frame his stomach.
“Even though I have worried these changes would repulse you,” Neuvillette continues. “You have assured me I’m incorrect at every opportunity.”
Wriothesley stares at him, amused. “Why would this—” He presses another kiss to Neuvillette’s belly. “—repulse me?”
Neuvillette hesitates. “Human men—”
“You’re not a human man. You’re a dragon.” Wriothesley rakes his teeth over the curve of Neuvillette’s belly, an inherently possessive gesture, and Neuvillette shivers.
Desire pools in his belly, a languid warmth made sharper by the egg growing inside him. Though his heat has long passed, and they remain several weeks out from when he will need to lay the egg, the pressure of it against his vent kindles his arousal ever so easily.
“My dragon,” Wriothesley adds, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along the path his teeth took over Neuvillette’s skin.
Neuvillette sighs, his eyes fluttering shut. “Yours,” he agrees, the burn in his belly intensifying as Wriothesley continues to kiss him, to stroke his hips. He barely notices when Wriothesley applies a gentle pressure to his hips, barely realizes he’s moving, turning, until his shoulders and back hit the mirror.
Wriothesley’s mouth tracks over the crease of one thigh, painting Neuvillette’s skin with heat.
The weight of the egg settling lower in his belly is delicious, pressing against his cocks from behind. As arousal builds within him, slick and hot, his cocks peek out of his vent. Wriothesley, pulling one hand down Neuvillette’s leg, strokes his palm across Neuvillette’s thigh. His thumb finds the head of one cock, brushing over it gently, and Electro pleasure jolts down Neuvillette’s spine.
“Beloved,” he breathes, his head falling back against the cool glass.
“Do you think I don’t want you like this?” Wriothesley asks, rubbing his thumb back and forth over Neuvillette’s slit. The sensation is a little strange, almost too much for him when he’s only barely aroused. “Do you think I don’t desire you? Fuck, Neuvillette, you’re pregnant with our child.” Another kiss, this time to the underside of his belly. “With my child.”
A breathy moan escapes Neuvillette as Wriothesley’s thumb finds the length of one cock emerging from his vent, as Wriothesley rubs his thumb down the line of it. And he cries out when Wriothesley eases his thumb into his vent, pushing into that slick, hot hole.
“You let me breed you, sweetness.”
Neuvillette makes an aching little noise, clenching his fingers in Wriothesley’s hair.
“Let me fuck you over and over,” Wriothesley continues, his voice a purr, as he strokes his thumbs over the bits of Neuvillette’s cocks still inside his vent.
The pleasure of it is exquisite, is agonizing, is so much that Neuvillette’s knees shake. He swallows convulsively, gasping as Wriothesley removes his thumb and then keening when Wriothesley eases two fingers into him.
“Let me fill you with my cum until it poured out of you, until it took.” Wriothesley shifts lower, his mouth following the curve of Neuvillette’s belly. His breath washes over the heads of Neuvillette’s cocks as they emerge further from his vent, as Wriothesley’s fingers rub against them and coax them out even more. “You let me breed you,” he says again, breathless, and his mouth wraps around the head of one cock.
Neuvillette cries out, hips jerking away from the mirror.
Wriothesley suckles the head of one cock, his fingers massaging Neuvillette from the inside, rubbing over him in a way that is wicked and delicious and entirely overwhelming. Neuvillette can’t stop his hips from arching into each touch, can’t stop himself from moving with those fingers as they urge his cocks further from his vent. The one sinks deeper into Wriothesley’s mouth, and Wriothesley is so good to him, taking every inch that his body gives. The tight, wet heat of Wriothesley’s mouth is so sweetly divine, and Neuvillette can’t stop himself from seeking more of it, from trying to fuck deeper down Wriothesley’s throat.
Laughter echoes through Neuvillette’s body, a low and wicked rumble emanating from Wriothesley’s chest. The scent of his arousal and amusement floods the air, making Neuvillette salivate, making him moan. His fingers tug at Wriothesley’s hair, not to pull him off but to urge him to take even more of Neuvillette’s cock. He does. He sinks further down Neuvillette’s length, and the sensation has Neuvillette whining helplessly. His form gives even more, his tail lashing against the floor before curling around one of Wriothesley’s thighs.
“More,” he gasps, too aroused to be embarrassed by the weight of his own need. For centuries, he’s gone without, but now, with Wriothesley and this egg, he is insatiable.
Saliva and precum drip down Neuvillette’s cock as Wriothesley sucks him to the back of his throat and then down it, and Neuvillette’s back bows. His claws rake over the mirror, scratching the glass with a terrible sound that he doesn’t deign to notice. Not when Wriothesley is taking more of him, all of him. He’s fully erect, now, and Wriothesley’s fingers still pump in his vent, curling against the backs of his cocks as he works Neuvillette with a decadent suction.
Tension gathers in Neuvillette’s belly. The weight of the egg seems to increase, or maybe it’s sitting just right against some unknown part of his anatomy, because the pressure of it only serves to make him hotter and more desperate.
“Close,” he gasps, even knowing Wriothesley won’t care. It’s a matter of politeness that he warn his lover, but Wriothesley doesn’t move. No, he fucks his fingers deeper into Neuvillette’s vent and sucks harder over Neuvillette’s cocks, and that slowly increasing tension snaps abruptly.
Neuvillette comes with a cry, his knees giving out. As he falls back against the mirror, sinking down it, Wriothesley drinks him down and catches his waist in sticky fingers. Slick drips from Neuvillette’s contracting vent, cum spills over his cocks and his belly. He is a mess of pleasure and fluids, and he ought to be embarrassed, but when he looks down, the fierce hunger in Wriothesley’s eyes is enough to push any semblance of shame out of him.
“Fucking perfect,” Wriothesley says, voice raspy from the abuse his throat took. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Neuvillette whines, not sure he’s capable of talking, still floating in a haze of pleasure.
Guiding him down, Wriothesley pulls Neuvillette across his lap. “Legs around my waist, sweetness,” he says, and Neuvillette obeys, dropping his head against Wriothesley’s shoulder. Wriothesley’s cock is a hard, hot brand against the inside of Neuvillette’s thigh, and Neuvillette shifts restlessly, aching to feel it against his vent. With another laugh, Wriothesley scoops Neuvillette up. “You want me to fuck you again?” he asks, laughing. “We just got out of the shower.”
All Neuvillette can do is nose into Wriothesley’s neck, breathing in his mate’s scent as he grinds himself against Wriothesley’s cock. He wraps his arms around Wriothesley’s shoulders, clawing at his skin. “Please,” he manages, his lips against Wriothesley’s ear. “Please.” Perhaps he should feel some semblance of shame for how hungry he is, but he doesn’t. No, this is how he should feel with his mate, his mate who gave him an egg, who filled him, bred him so well.
“Fuck.” Wriothesley groans. “Fuck, anything you need, sweetness.” Wriothesley tumbles them onto the bed, taking the brunt of the fall so that there’s no pressure on Neuvillette’s pregnant stomach. He goes to his back and kicks up the bed until they’re sprawled in the middle of it, Neuvillette kneeling over him, dazed and panting. “Come on, sweetness.” Wriothesley rubs his callused hands, rough but so tender, down Neuvillette’s sides and over his waist. “Sit up a little for me.”
Rising, tail writhing behind him, Neuvillette braces his hands on Wriothesley’s chest. He’s panting, glassy-eyed, desperate. His vision fuzzes and blurs at the edges. Only Wriothesley remains in sharp clarity: the hunger in his own eyes, the flush on his cheeks, the part of his lips as his tongue pulls over them.
He reaches between their bodies, his knuckles brushing over Neuvillette’s thigh as he takes himself in hand and guides himself to Neuvillette’s vent. With a hungry snarl, Neuvillette rubs himself across the head of Wriothesley’s cock, coating it in slick, delighting in how Wriothesley’s eyes flutter shut and he moans.
“Fuck, Neuvillette.” Wriothesley’s squeezes his hip. “You’re so—” His head tips back, arching, as Neuvillette grabs Wriothesley’s wrist and pulls his cock closer. “Anything you need,” he says again, releasing his cock for Neuvillette to take in hand.
Neuvillette does, rocking back and forth until Wriothesley’s skin is coated in his slick. He’s so keyed up that he’s already half hard again, cocks throbbing in time to the pounding of his pulse. His vent aches, too, and he’s empty, so empty, and all he wants is to have Wriothesley inside him.
Holding the head of Wriothesley’s cock to his vent, he sinks down slowly, gasping as his body stretches. Wriothesley fits him so well, fills him so perfectly, is big and thick, so thick that there’s always a slight burn as Neuvillette’s body accommodates him.
“Oh, fuck.” Wriothesley digs his feet into the bed as Neuvillette impales himself on Wriothesley’s cock, his own head thrown back and his lips parted on a broken, aching moan. “You feel so fucking good around me, sweetness. Fuck, you always feel so fucking good.” One hand squeezes Neuvillette’s hip again; the other smooths over Neuvillette’s belly. “And that’s mine, my egg, I did that to you.”
Neuvillette keens, his vent clenching sudden and tight around Wriothesley’s cock. It’s not an orgasm, but it’s close. Slick smears over Neuvillette’s thighs and across Wriothesley’s abdomen as he settles himself atop his lover, grinding in slow revolutions. Panting, he braces his hands once more on Wriothesley’s chest, watching him through slitted eyes.
“You like that, don’t you?” Wriothesley asks. “When I talk about breeding you.”
Again, Neuvillette’s body seizes with pleasure. He whines, circling his hips faster. Pleasure burns through him, turning him into a live wire; he sparks with Electro delight as Wriothesley’s cock pulls at the tender, slick muscles of his vent.
“I did, didn’t I? I bred you so good, sweetness, got you heavy and pregnant with our egg.” He palms Neuvillette’s stomach, pressing gently, and Neuvillette sobs. Tears gather in the corners of his eyes as he grinds against Wriothesley’s cock. “And once you give me this egg, I’m going to fuck another one into you.”
Neuvillette wails, overcome. He’s not in heat, no, but just the idea that Wriothesley wants him like this again is almost too much. At no point as he doubted Wriothesley’s love, but to hear Wriothesley say that he adores Neuvillette’s changing body is a sweet affirmation he still craves.
“Breed you again and again,” Wriothesley groans.
Pressing his hands to Wriothesley’s chest, Neuvillette lifts himself up and then drops down, spearing himself on Wriothesley’s cock. They both gasp, Wriothesley’s hips rolling off the bed to drive himself deeper. Neuvillette answers with another sobbing moan, tears dripping down his face as he fucks himself, as he rides Wriothesley hard and fast. He should pay more attention to Wriothesley’s pleasure, but he’s too far gone, too hungry for it, and the way Wriothesley’s hands press on his egg, the filthy words Wriothesley purrs, it’s all too much.
He comes with a broken cry, his vent seizing around Wriothesley’s cock. His cocks aren’t fully hard, either, but they still drip cum as he shudders through an orgasm that curls his toes and razes thought from his mind. He keeps moving, fucking himself through the orgasm and into another, his arms shaking, his thighs quivering.
“Keep going, sweetness,” Wriothesley croons. “Take what you need from me.”
Neuvillette does. Braced on his forearms instead of his hands, he grinds himself against Wriothesley until he comes once more. Finally, Wriothesley takes Neuvillette’s hips in hand and, with a few snaps of his own hips, drives himself hard and deep into Neuvillette’s body.
He grabs the back of Neuvillette’s neck, pulling him close to press his lips to Neuvillette’s ear. “So good for me, sweetness. Fuck, you’re so—” He breaks off on a ragged groan as he empties himself inside Neuvillette with rough little thrusts.
Finally spent, Neuvillette eases off Wriothesley and collapses onto his side next to his mate. Cum and slick coat his thighs, but he’s not bothered. He tucks himself as close as he can to Wriothesley, who eases an arm around his shoulders.
“Fuck,” Wriothesley wheezes.
Neuvillette smiles, humming his agreement as he rubs his hand against Wriothesley’s chest.
“You know.” Wriothesley’s fingers play through Neuvillette’s hair still damp from their earlier shower—a shower they will now have to repeat. “If I wasn’t terrified of fucking up this whole kid thing, I think I’d do everything in my power to keep you—”
“Do not say eggnant, Wriothesley.”
“—pregnant,” Wriothesley says in a way that clearly tells Neuvillette he was about to say eggnant instead.
Neuvillette props himself up, fingers still wandering across Wriothesley’s body. “Would you truly?” he asks, strangely vulnerable.
Wriothesley reaches for Neuvillette’s wrist, capturing it and bringing his palm to his lips to kiss it. To kiss each of his fingers in turn. “You’re so hot like this, sweetness.” He releases Neuvillette’s wrist to touch his face, to urge him down for a lazy, languid kiss. “So gorgeous.” He nips at Neuvillette’s lower lip, and Neuvillette growls. “I love you.” Neuvillette’s growl abates.
“I love you, too, beloved.”
“So, question, actually. Now that we’re months into this and you’re due to lay the egg any week now.”
Neuvillette leans back, lifting a brow and bracing himself.
“Is it pregnant, eggnant, or gravid?” Wriothesley asks, smiling up at Neuvillette guilelessly.
“I will end you,” Neuvillette replies mildly. “And as punishment for such a ridiculous question, you are not allowed to join me in the shower.”
Wriothesley’s groan of disappointment is wildly satisfying.