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“What are you moping about?” asked Furina in an equally exasperated and curious tone, through a mouthful of sweet chocolate cake.
Neuvillette grimaced at the unsightly spectacle and frowned. He completely gave up on reading his report which had proved very difficult with the young woman having barged into his office for a friendly visit.
The Iudex suspected she was probably bored out of her mind since she stepped down from her role as the Archon. He had spent more time with her in the last few months than during many years of them being colleagues. Not that he minded, at least when Furina wasn't pestering him.
“I'm not moping,” protested Neuvillette.
Did his existential crisis show that much on his face? Neuvillette was indeed troubled today, but he was sure he hid it well... Not well enough apparently.
Furina scoffed as she wiped her fingers clean on a tablecloth. “Sure you aren't. What's going on? I'm all ears,” said the young woman with that look on her face that told the Iudex she would not give up until he spilled the beans.
Neuvillette sighed and closed his eyes as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It's... Wriothesley's birthday is coming up, and I don't know what to gift him,” admitted the Iudex.
Furina was the only person apart from the Melusines who knew about his... personal relationship with Wriothesley, and that was only because Wriothesley couldn't keep his lips to himself and Furina apparently didn't know it was rude to enter someone's office without knocking.
Neuvillette was glad he forbade Wriothesley to try anything too risqué in their offices; he was sure Furina would have gotten an eyeful that would have scarred her for life. At least she had sworn to protect their secret. Which she did, if the lack of articles in The Steambird about the Iudex's love life was any indication.
Furina settled back against the back of the chair and crossed her arms over her chest. “Have you asked him if there's something he would want?”
Neuvillette frowned as he looked at his guest. “Wriothesley doesn't want gifts. He doesn't usually celebrate his birthday,” explained the Iudex. And even if Wriothesley did want to celebrate, he was a simple man in the sense that he did not hoard material things like Neuvillette tended to do – he was a dragon, after all – and there were only so many boxes of tea the Iudex could gift him before receiving a stern scolding from Sigewinne for encouraging his massive intake of tea.
Wriothesley had explained to Neuvillette that there was no use celebrating his “birthday”, considering it was not even his real birthday. He said that it never held a real meaning to him, as the only times he ever celebrated it in the past – at the orphanage – had been tainted when his life there was revealed to be a terrible lie. Somehow, this saddened Neuvillette. Maybe selfishly, he wanted to change his lover's mind on the matter.
Furina tilted her head, a curious look on her face. “Then why are you agonizing over it?”
Neuvillette joined his hands on top of his desk and tapped his fingers in a nervous gesture. He mulled over how to voice his thoughts for a while before speaking. “Because I want to celebrate him, to show him how grateful I am for him being alive, being a part of my life. And that he has people who truly love him now.”
Furina seemed to understand Neuvillette's reasoning. Now it was her turn to be deep in thoughts. Her face then lit up and she smiled softly as she said; “If you don't know what to give him, then was about offering another kind of gift? Something that is not materialistic?”
Neuvillette frowned, trying to understand what Furina was suggesting. The young woman's smile turned indulgent as she went on to explain; “Do something special for him! It could be taking him somewhere he mentioned wanting to visit, or cook him a special meal, or fulfill a dream or a fantasy of his!”
Fantasy. The word brought back to Neuvillette's mind a conversation he had with Wriothesley a month ago. He barely managed to keep the fierce blush that threatened to break over his face at bay.
Something must still have shown on his face as Furina threw him a curious look. Neuvillette cleared his throat and a small smile appeared on his lips. “I – I will think about that. Thank you for your advice, Furina.”
Furina positively beamed before grabbing a Conch Madeleine and talking Neuvillette's ear off about a new production she was helping direct. Meanwhile, Neuvillette was only half listening as the memory of a month ago came back to haunt his mind.
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A month ago
Neuvillette moaned lustfully as he felt Wriothesley come deep inside of him, enjoying the warmth of his release. The duke rode his orgasm with aborted movements, muffling his moans of pleasure against Neuvillette's neck. The Iudex held Wriothesley close as he finished, but his mind was distant, lost in a specific memory occurring earlier that day.
He was so distracted that he was barely aware of his lover pulling out of his ass and cleaning them both with a wet rag from their nightstand.
Only when Wriothesley had plopped beside Neuvillette, one hand gently caressing his cheek, that Neuvillette snapped out of his reminiscing.
“You okay, my love? You look a bit distant,” asked Wriothesley, his face marred with concern.
Neuvillette turned on his side and took Wriothesley's hand away from his face to hold it between their bodies, fingers intertwining. He hesitated to speak, afraid to ask a question that he feared the answer to. But with every second that passed, Wriothesley seemed even more worried, so Neuvillette sighed and asked hesitantly; “Wriothesley... are you bored of me?”
Wriothesley was taken aback by the question, eyes growing wide in surprise. The duke wrapped his free arm around Neuvillette's waist and brought him closer. “What? No, never! Have I acted like I was bored?” asked Wriothesley incredulously.
Wriothesley's answer warmed Neuvillette's heart, but it did not completely quell his worry. The Iudex shook his head. He couldn't bring himself to meet Wriothesley's eyes as he spoke quietly; “Of course not, darling. But I was wondering if I was too boring in the bedroom...”
Silence followed his words. Neuvillette couldn't fight the blush that took over his cheeks. While he was used to intimacy with Wriothesley by now, talking about sex always made him uncomfortable.
Wriothesley untangled their hands and gently tilted Neuvillette's face up to meet his gaze. The duke seemed incredibly concerned. “Where did this come from?”
Neuvillette sighed. He let his hand rest over Wriothesley's sweaty chest, fingers absently running over scars as he answered almost meekly; “Today I... I overheard two ladies deep in conversation while I was out at Café Lutece. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but with my sensitive hearing I picked up on their words.”
Wriothesley frowned, probably not seeing the link with Neuvillette's sudden insecurity, but he was polite enough to let Neuvillette continue.
“One of the ladies was saying that her husband was less and less interested in intercourse with her lately, and she was worried that he was growing estranged. Her companion told her that it might just be because he was getting bored of their intimacy, that maybe she could “spice things up in the bedroom”, I believe were her words. It got me thinking about our own intimacy,” finished Neuvillette quietly. Was Wriothesley bored too? Neuvillette certainly didn't complain about their sexual encounters; Wriothesley was an incredible lover, attentive, fierce and loving all at the same time.
Neuvillette had been a stranger to sex before Wriothesley came around. Wriothesley had patiently led him through the intricacies of lovemaking, and the Iudex had never been left unsatisfied. But was Wriothesley? While he seemed to enjoy himself, was Neuvillette lacking in some way?
Wriothesley pulled him out of his frantic thoughts by gently pinching his cheek. An indulgent smile was on his lips as he said; “And you began overthinking and grew worried.”
Neuvillette found it baffling how easy it was for Wriothesley to read his mood and thoughts. The duke pulled him into a sweet, chaste kiss. He pressed their foreheads together as he whispered in a reassuring tone; “Neuvi, sweetheart, I will never grow bored of you. Sex with you is amazing. It's the best I ever had. Hell, I only have to see a glimpse of you naked, lying in the sheets to get me going. I could make love to you a thousand times and it would be just as amazing as the first time. You are everything I ever wanted. I love you just as you are.”
Those sweet, sweet words melted the dragon's heart. He leaned in to capture his beloved's lips in a grateful kiss, conveying all the emotions he couldn't express through words.
“I'm glad to hear that. I feel the same way,” said Neuvillette once their lips parted. His words earned him a blinding smile, and Neuvillette was pulled further into the duke's embrace. Wriothesley laid on his back, and Neuvillette settled in his favorite position, pressed against his side with his ear against Wriothesley's chest over his heart and their legs intertwined.
Silence stretched on for a while, both of them falling into a sleepy relaxation. Well, as much as Neuvillette could with his mind still reeling over the topic they had just discussed. There was still one thing that bothered him.
Neuvillette broke the silence with a quiet, contemplative whisper; “But, I was curious. In what ways could one “spice things up” in the bedroom?”
Neuvillette felt the rumble of Wriothesley's humming as much as he heard it with his ear pressed against his chest. The hand wrapped around Neuvillette's waist began to play idly with his long, tangled hair. “Well, there are many ways. It could be trying new, exotic positions, using toys, or just straight up fetishes,” explained Wriothesley.
Neuvillette's face instantly warmed up as images filled his mind. He fidgeted a bit, hesitating to ask what he was dying to know. In the end, his curiosity won. “And... Do you have fetishes?”
Wriothesley's hand stopped its mindless caresses through the silver strands. At first, Neuvillette thought he had said something wrong, that he should not have asked. But then, the duke chuckled and kissed the crown of Neuvillette's head, his hand resuming its tender caresses.
“Yeah, of course, like most people do, I imagine. But just because I have them doesn't mean I need to get them fulfilled,” said Wriothesley.
Neuvillette knew Wriothesley was being truthful. He was sure that if he had not brought up the subject, Wriothesley would have never told him of his... fetishes. But now that Neuvillette knew, could he really go on and act as if the duke's hidden desires didn't exist? What if... what if Neuvillette could fulfill some of them? Neuvillette would do anything for Wriothesley. Knowing that he could potentially be an even better partner for him, satisfy him more...
Just the thought alone made lust pool anew in his belly.
Neuvillette forced himself to ignore it as he pulled himself upright to lean his chin on his lover's chest so their eyes could meet. “Tell me,” asked Neuvillette in a whisper, thankful his blush wasn't apparent in the darkness of the room.
Wriothesley raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“I'm curious, that's all,” answered Neuvillette, hoping his tone was nonchalant enough and did not betray his excitement at the prospect of learning more about his lover.
Wriothesley chuckled and placed a strand of hair behind Neuvillette's ear. “Alright then.”
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There was a knock at the doors to Wriothesley's office. “Come in!” said the duke distractedly, busy calculating the last week's expenses for the fortress.
The doors opened and closed, and Wriothesley's visitor began climbing up the stairs to the second floor of his office. The duke's hearing perked up as he recognized the familiar sound of heeled shoes and the accompanying clack of a walking stick.
He lifted his head from his papers in time to see his lover emerge at the top of the stairs.
“Sweetheart? What are you doing here? Did we have a meeting scheduled that I forgot?” asked Wriothesley with a raised eyebrow.
Neuvillette was smiling as he approached the duke's desk. His cane disappeared as he spoke; “No, do not worry. It's just... I have a birthday gift for you, and it couldn't wait until later today.”
Wriothesley's eyes widened in surprise. He chuckled softly, watching as Neuvillette slowly circled his desk. “Oh, Neuvi. I told you I didn't need anything. Just spending time with you is enough of a gift for me.” He was speaking the truth. Today wasn't even his real birthday to begin with; and even if it was, he didn't see the point of celebrating it.
Neuvillette stopped behind Wriothesley and his hands tenderly caressed up his arms to finish their course on his shoulders, squeezing them. The duke's heart melted as his lover laid a soft kiss on his cheek.
“I know, but I want to show you how much I care about you and love you, how grateful I am to have you in my life. Plus, I think you will like this gift,” whispered Neuvillette against Wriothesley's ear, making the latter shiver.
Wriothesley's curiosity was piqued. But before he could ask about the gift, Neuvillette walked around him and in a swift and elegant movement, he straddled Wriothesley on his chair, his ass resting comfortably on the duke's thighs.
Wriothesley froze. He was completely stunned. Neuvillette took advantage of his state of shock to wrap his arms around Wriothesley's neck and lay a soft kiss on his lips. The duke finally got over his shock. He gripped his lover's thighs and leaned back to ask breathlessly; “What – what are you doing?”
“Giving you your gift,” answered Neuvillette with a coy smile.
The duke's heart picked up the pace and his fingers dug into the meat of his lover's thighs. “Is this what I think it is...?”
Neuvillette's fingers played with the hair at the base of Wriothesley's skull, while his other hand teasingly caressed down the sliver of open skin on his neck and chest. “I do remember making love in one of our offices was one of your fetishes, was it not?” answered Neuvillette, a shimmer of lust shining in his eyes.
“Holy shit, you're serious,” said Wriothesley. He should pinch himself, because he must be dreaming. There was no way Neuvillette, the Iudex of Fontaine, stickler for rules to a T, was proposing having sex in Wriothesley's office. Something so illicit, and very much illegal. Something that Wriothesley had fantasized about since Neuvillette became his.
But he had to admit, as he felt the warmth of his beloved's body against his own through their clothes, felt the softness of his lips as he trailed little kisses along his jaw, that this was very real.
How lucky was he?
Neuvillette brushed their lips together and whispered; “Very serious. Relax, my love, and enjoy.”
Their lips met once again, and Wriothesley found himself deepening the kiss, his hands cradling the sides of his beloved's face as their lips and tongues danced lasciviously together. Arousal pooled in his belly, and Wriothesley's cock quickly began to grow interested as Neuvillette gently rocked their hips together to build up friction.
Their moans got lost between their lips, and Wriothesley completely relaxed, enjoying the rare moment when Neuvillette took control of their sexual encounters. He loved leading when it came to sex, but it was always exhilarating to see Neuvillette loosen up enough to take that control. Wriothesley never tired of seeing Neuvillette riding him, looking so pretty bouncing up on his cock, chasing his own pleasure with the most beautiful expression on his face.
Neuvillette pulled back from their kiss, and he smiled mischievously at the duke. Wriothesley's heart skipped a beat when the Iudex gracefully slid off his lap to sink on his knees between his spread legs. Oh, shit.
He felt completely enthralled, watching as Neuvillette's hands slowly caressed up his thighs and took hold of the zipper of his pants. They didn't break eye contact as Neuvillette took his time slowly unzipping his pants and pulling them and his underwear just down enough to free Wriothesley's half-hard cock.
Neuvillette wrapped one of his delicate hands around his cock, and pumped him a few times, just enough to get him fully hard. He then leaned in to lap at the cockhead, teasing the slit with his tongue. Wriothesley cursed under his breath as he felt the jolts of pleasure course through his veins. His hands gripped the arm rests tightly to ground himself as he watched his beloved lick and suckle at his cock as if it was a particularly delectable treat.
When Neuvillette finally took his cock between his rosy lips and began to suck him off, Wriothesley moaned at the wonderful wet heat surrounding his cock. While he usually closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation, Wriothesley forced his gaze to stay open and focused on his beautiful lover on his knees pleasuring him.
Neuvillette locked eyes with him and suddenly took Wriothesley's cock all the way down his throat. The sudden tightness almost sent Wriothesley to the edge right then and there. His vision swam and he groaned loudly, shaking with the intense pleasure that washed over him.
One of Neuvillette's hands took solace on Wriothesley's thigh, and the look in his eyes told Wriothesley what he was waiting for. The duke brought a shaking hand behind Neuvillette's head and began to move him on his cock, controlling the pace as his lover kept his throat relaxed, closing his eyes as he moaned around Wriothesley's cock.
“Sovereigns, you should see yourself. You're so pretty like this, sweetheart, on your knees with my cock down your throat,” whispered Wriothesley between his moans.
And what a power trip that was; Wriothesley had the most powerful man of Fontaine, a Dragon Sovereign, on his knees for him, under his desk, letting Wriothesley fuck his mouth as he pleased. And Neuvillette loved it from the looks of it, taking his own pleasure from the illicit act as the hand not holding onto Wriothesley's thigh was currently between his legs, lazily rubbing over his own trapped erection.
He was so beautiful.
Wriothesley quickened the pace, hypnotized by the erotic sight of his beloved's lips stretched wide around his generous cock.
“Anyone could walk in anytime and catch you like this. What would people think, if they saw their lovely Iudex on his knees in front of the duke of Meropide, hungry for his cock?” teased Wriothesley.
He did not expect the loud moan Neuvillette let out around his cock, nor the way he tightened his throat more, sucking with more enthusiasm, bringing Wriothesley dangerously close to his orgasm.
Wriothesley chuckled. Who knew Neuvillette got off on the fear of getting caught? “You like that? Gods, you're amazing baby. Fuck, I won't last long,” moaned Wriothesley, his cock twitching in the dragon's tight, warm heat.
Neuvillette's tearful gaze met his, and when Wriothesley attempted to pull out to avoid cumming, the Iudex did not let him. He clung hard onto the duke's thigh and took him deep one last time, his nose burying in his pubic hair.
Wriothesley was done for. He viciously bit on his hand to muffle his cry as he came hard, coming deep down his beloved's throat. Neuvillette hummed and closed his eyes, swallowing every last drop of cum from the twitching cock in his mouth.
The duke collapsed against his chair, and he looked through half-lidded eyes as Neuvillette finally released his softened cock, licking his reddened lips clean from any lingering spent clinging on them.
It amazed Wriothesley how effortlessly seductive and erotic Neuvillette was. And he was worried not long ago that Wriothesley would be bored of him someday. Preposterous.
“Come here, love,” said Wriothesley, opening his arms as an invitation. Neuvillette was quick to climb back into Wriothesley's lap. The duke embraced him close and kissed him deeply, chasing his own taste on his beloved's tongue. Neuvillette melted against him, a deep purr coming from his chest. It filled Wriothesley with warmth every time he heard the sound of contentment.
Once they parted, Neuvillette pressed their foreheads together and cupped Wriothesley's cheek, his thumb stroking over his scar. “We're not done yet, darling. I want to feel you inside me,” whispered the Iudex sultrily.
Lust burned anew in Wriothesley's veins, his cock twitching in a valiant effort to harden again, even though the duke would need a minute to grow erect once more. It was fine. He would worship his beloved in the meantime.
“Your wish is my command,” whispered Wriothesley against his lover's abused lips, capturing them in another hungry kiss, devouring that pretty mouth.
Neuvillette moaned in their kiss, happily letting the duke have his fill. Wriothesley reached an arm behind Neuvillette and blindly swiped the papers covering his desk aside, most of them falling to the ground in a jumbled mess. He couldn't care less right now. All he cared about was fucking his lover on top of his desk.
And so, the duke grabbed two handfuls of plush asscheeks and rose to his feet, sitting Neuvillette down on his desk. Their lips broke apart in a breathless gasp, and Wriothesley didn't lose a single moment more. He pushed aside the flaps of Neuvillette's robes to reach for the hem of his pants, intending to get them out of the way to reach his prize.
Neuvillette suddenly grabbed his wrists, stopping his movement. Wriothesley looked back up at his lover with a raised eyebrow. His confusion grew even more when he noticed the fierce blush covering the Iudex's cheeks.
He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but Neuvillette spoke first, not meeting his eyes in a shy manner. “I have another gift for you, dearest. But you'll have to undress me completely to find it.”
While normally Wriothesley loved nothing more but to undress his lover completely to discover the treasure beneath that was his bare body, it was risky to do so in his office... Anyone could walk in at any moment. He might have teased Neuvillette about it earlier, but the Iudex's gorgeous body was for his eyes only.
Neuvillette must have sensed his hesitation. He brought one of the duke's hands to the fastenings of his robes and said; “Don't worry, I told the guards I was here for a matter of the utmost importance and that nobody was to disturb us. We have time.”
The world must be ending. Not only was Neuvillette eager to have sex in Wriothesley's office, but he lied to the guards? He must be a bad influence on the Iudex. He wasn't complaining, though.
Now that he knew he could take his time, Wriothesley was excited to undress his beloved. “Another gift, uh? I'm curious.” What could Neuvillette possibly be hiding under his clothes?
Eager to see, Wriothesley made quick work of undressing Neuvillette, used to his complex clothes after having taken them off countless times before. The shoes, spats, judicial robes, waistcoat and accessories were all removed and placed out of harm's way, leaving the Iudex in his poet's shirt and pants only.
It was when Wriothesley was unlacing the front of the poet's shirt that he saw it. A dash of red on Neuvillette's shoulder. And lace . He lifted his stunned gaze on Neuvillette's pretty face. If he thought he was blushing hard before, the dragon's face was positively aflame now.
Wriothesley's hands were trembling as he finished unlacing the shirt, and quickly removed it.
“Holy...” was all the duke could utter. He was hypnotized by what he was seeing, and knew there was more to see hidden beneath his lover's tight pants. Feeling like a starving beast, Wriothesley quickly removed them, almost ripping the fabric in his hurry to remove them, and soon Neuvillette was left bare for his greedy eyes. Well, almost bare.
Lingerie. Neuvillette was wearing lingerie. All of Wriothesley's blood rushed to his cock, and he grew hard again in seconds. Bright red, the delicate fabric was made of lace. The top part of the lingerie was a lace corset covering Neuvillette's chest down to above his navel, with delicate straps over his shoulders. It hugged his frame perfectly, accentuating his small waist. The fabric was see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Wriothesley's eyes traveled down, and he salivated at seeing the pair of matching red lace panties, connected to black stockings with a pair of garters. Neuvillette was hard, his cock tenting behind the delicate fabric, dampening it with precum and slick.
Neuvillette fidgeted a little under the duke's intense gaze. “I hope it is to your liking,” he said shyly.
Wriothesley took a moment more to devour his gorgeous lover with his eyes. He then stepped closer between Neuvillette's spread legs. In one swift movement, he pushed his lover’s back flat against the desk with a hand loosely wrapped around his throat. The Iudex could not muffle the gasp of surprise that left his lips at the sudden manhandling.
The duke's eyes ravenously roamed over his lover, from his flushed face, to his long silver hair spilling everywhere, to his milky, flawless skin framed so deliciously by the red lingerie, to his legs covered by pretty stockings spread out just for him... Archons, he was a dream come true. Wriothesley had not expected to ever be graced by this sight after telling Neuvillette of his fetish. His lover went out of his way to fulfill his fantasy yet again. Wriothesley didn't think he could love Neuvillette more than he already did, but he was proven wrong.
Another thought crossed Wriothesley's mind; Neuvillette walked from the Court of Fontaine to Meropide while wearing this under his clothes. Oh, the Iudex was naughtier than Wriothesley could ever believe. It aroused him to no end.
Neuvillette was watching him with eyes blown wide with lust, soft pants leaving his reddened lips and his throat bobbing under Wriothesley's hand. The duke leaned down and nuzzled his beloved's cheek before whispering against the shell of his ear; “To my liking? You're the prettiest thing I've ever laid my eyes on. I could come just watching you like that.”
Neuvillette's breath hitched. He whispered back; “I hope you intend to do more than just staring.”
Wriothesley bit at the pointed tip of his lover's ear, and it earned him a small moan, vibrating under his hand. He moved to claim Neuvillette's lips in a short, heady kiss. When he pulled back, their eyes met.
“Oh, don't you worry. I'll devour you whole. The lingerie stays on,” said the duke in a voice full with desire.
A full-body shiver took over Neuvillette. Wriothesley's hand finally left Neuvillette's throat to slowly, sensually caress down the middle of his chest, fingers spread wide to brush over erect nipples through the flimsy fabric on their way down. Down his hand went, over his belly and to his pelvis, only to veer off course to play with the straps of the panties as it circled around Neuvillette's hip to finish its course on his ass.
Neuvillette whined, spreading his legs wider to entice Wriothesley to push things along. The duke, on the other hand, was not in a hurry. He began to lay a trail of wet kisses from Neuvillette's neck and down, following the trail his hand had just done. When his lips reached Neuvillette's sternum, the Iudex arched his back away from the desk, seeking more stimulation. He began to undulate his hips in a sensual dance, hoping to entice Wriothesley further.
If Wriothesley was a weaker man, he'd give in and take his prize right away.
Instead, the duke continued his course of butterfly kisses, and by the time he reached the hem of the panties, Neuvillette was breathing hard, body trembling with the strength of his arousal. Wriothesley gripped his lover's thighs in a bruising hold and spread them even further apart. He ignored Neuvillette's straining cock to dive lower, licking a stripe over the damp fabric covering the dragon's weeping asshole.
Neuvillette moaned filthily and bucked his hips. Wriothesley obliged, gently pushing the red fabric aside to uncover the treasure beneath. Wriothesley's cock twitched at the sight of the pink, twitching wet hole. The duke swept his tongue over it, tasting Neuvillette's sweet ambrosia. It earned him another moan, followed by a desperate whisper of his name.
The duke teasingly kissed and lapped at the dripping hole, taking his sweet time savoring the feast presented to him. Neuvillette didn't seem in a teasing mood, as his hands grabbed handfuls of black hair, pushing Wriothesley's face closer between his legs.
Wriothesley took pity on his lover and began fucking his tongue inside Neuvillette's tight, wet hole, eating him out like a man starved. A depraved moan left Neuvillette's throat, and his thighs pressed against the sides of the duke's head. Wriothesley could feel himself leaking precum onto the floor, excited by his lover's pleasure.
Without warning, he pushed a finger in Neuvillette's ass alongside his tongue, and the Iudex immediately began to fuck himself back against Wriothesley, trying to take his finger deeper. But the duke wouldn't give him what he desired just yet. He wanted Neuvillette to come on his cock. So he thrust his finger slowly, avoiding his prostate as he kept sucking and licking sloppily at his rim.
When Neuvillette sobbed in frustration, Wriothesley pushed a second finger in, stretching the muscle wide in preparation for his cock. That drenched hole clenched around his fingers, and the fresh slick that escaped was quickly lapped up.
“Wrio...” whined Neuvillette, followed by sharp claws prickling his scalp. It seemed like Neuvillette was losing control of his human features... The duke must be doing something right. Wriothesley kissed the fluttering hole before inserting a third finger inside his lover's plush and warm insides.
He straightened up to watch Neuvillette's back arch away from his desk. Wriothesley was hypnotized by the sight before him; How sensual and erotic Neuvillette looked, draped in lingerie, hands now holding on the edge of the desk to give himself leverage as he rode Wriothesley's fingers. Aquamarine scales began to appear on his skin, glowing in time with his heartbeat. His mouth was half-opened on a slew of pretty moans, and Wriothesley could see the pointed tip of his fangs peeking out. Such a pretty thing he was.
Wriothesley could have watched his lover for hours like this, and gotten off on it. But Neuvillette soon pleaded to him, and Wriothesley was nothing but a weak man in the face of his Sovereign's demands. “I'm – I'm ready, Wrio... Please, I want your cock...”
Wriothesley took pity on his beloved Iudex. He pulled his fingers out, and marveled at the gaping hole trying to close on nothing but air, wet with slick and waiting. He could never get tired of this sight. The duke wiped his slicked fingers over his hard cock, lubing himself up in preparation for the main course. He leaned down to lay a kiss on Neuvillette's belly, right below his belly button. He trailed soft kisses up his lover's body, to finish his course on his lips, letting the dragon taste himself on his tongue.
The kiss was ravenous, both too pent-up for anything sweet. Wriothesley felt the nip of fangs on his lower lip, and when they broke apart, he tasted iron on his tongue. It only served to excite him more.
“Turn around, baby. Show me how much you want this,” whispered Wriothesley against his lover's lips before pulling away.
Neuvillette was quick to obey, climbing down the desk to turn around. He bent over the desk and reached behind himself, spreading his asscheeks apart while holding the panties aside to present his prepared hole to his lover. It was the most beautiful sight, and Wriothesley was so hard it hurt.
The duke was sure Neuvillette's face was burning from the act of shamefully exposing himself this way. Still, he too could never refuse Wriothesley anything. Here he was bent over his desk, ready and waiting to be fucked in his office. He was so good to Wriothesley, always so pliant and soft and eager for him.
Mine, supplied Wriothesley's mind deliriously.
Wriothesley didn't waste more time. He was dying to get inside his lover. He grabbed that sinfully small waist in a possessive, bruising hold, and guided his erection to kiss that deliciously gaping, leaking hole. He put the smallest pressure there, and Neuvillette's entrance easily wielded, practically sucking the head of Wriothesley's cock inside.
Neuvillette's gasp was drowned by Wriothesley's groan of rapture as he fed his cock slowly and carefully in his lover's heavenly warmth. The tightness was maddening, and Wriothesley had to bite his lip hard to prevent himself from coming at the intense pleasure Neuvillette's ass always brought him.
Soon, he was all the way in, his hips meeting his beloved's glorious ass. Neuvillette was panting hard, his body shaking like a leaf. He had gone back to gripping the edge of the desk, and his cheek was pressed against its cold surface. His eyes burning with lust met Wriothesley's gaze, and the smallest of nods told Wriothesley to move.
And so he did. He held onto Neuvillette's waist with both hands as he pulled almost all the way out, only to viciously slam his hips back against Neuvillette. A cry of pleasure was ripped from the dragon's throat, followed by a string of keens and moans as Wriothesley immediately began a punishing pace.
“You feel so good baby, so tight and warm. Perfect,” moaned Wriothesley as he fucked relentlessly into his lover's perfect ass. The fabric of the panties merely pushed to the side offered a delicious friction every time it dragged against his cock, enhancing the duke's pleasure.
Wriothesley knew he wouldn't last long; He was so pent up by everything Neuvillette had offered him today. He chased his pleasure, making sure to abuse Neuvillette's prostate every time he sank his cock deep inside his ass.
Wriothesley hiked one of Neuvillette’s legs on the desk, giving him better access to plow even deeper inside his lover. Neuvillette's moans and cries grew in intensity, to the point that the duke feared the guards outside would hear him and come to investigate the commotion. Wriothesley pressed himself against the Iudex's back and quickly silenced him with a hand over his mouth, muffling his sounds of pleasure.
“Shhh... Keep your voice down, love. We can't have the guards hear you. Imagine if they came in and saw you like this, sprawled on my desk and taking my cock?” whispered Wriothesley against his ear.
A depraved moan followed his words. Neuvillette tightened around his cock and fresh slick slipped out of his stuffed hole to drip onto the floor, joining the precum pooling there.
Wriothesley chuckled in a mix of amusement and awe. “Seems like you have a kink for public sex, love. You tightened so much right now,” he said breathlessly.
The duke kept on his brutal pace, and his office was filled with the sounds of their wet fucking and their moans of pleasure. No matter how many times Wriothesley made love to Neuvillette he always forgot how good his ass felt. Nothing could ever compare to his wet and tight warmth, to how easily he opened up for him every time. Like he was made for him. Only for him.
Neuvillette was fucking back against him on every thrust, trying to take his cock even deeper. Wriothesley removed his hand from his lover's mouth and straightened up as he felt his orgasm quickly approaching. His hands slid to those wonderful asscheeks and spread them. His gaze zeroed in on the stretched rim of Neuvillette's asshole, spread wide around Wriothesley's fat cock, pink and puffy. The view alone almost brought the duke over the edge.
He wouldn't last long now. “Are you close, baby?” asked Wriothesley breathlessly. He could feel his clothes stick to his sweaty skin, and thought that he should have stripped too. But he couldn't deny that there was something very arousing about being completely clothed while fucking his – almost – naked lover.
He groaned in pleasure at the tightening of Neuvillette's ass around his cock. That alone would have been enough of an answer to his question, but the Iudex sobbed in pleasure; “Close... yes! Breed me, Wrio...”
Neuvillette's words were his undoing. Wriothesley slammed his cock deep inside his lover and came hard with a loud curse, painting his insides with his seed. Neuvillette followed him right after with a whimper of his name, squirting slick around his cock and tightening to the point of hurting.
Wriothesley kept bucking his hips in short movements, milking their highs until the pleasure bordered on overstimulation. He collapsed against Neuvillette, panting against his sweaty nape. He smiled as he felt the vibration of the dragon's purring, a sign of how content he was.
They stayed in this position for a while, enjoying the closeness as they gradually calmed down. Wriothesley took the opportunity to pepper tender kisses on Neuvillette's neck and shoulders, making his dragon purr even louder.
When Wriothesley eventually pulled out, he watched as his cum seeped out of Neuvillette's used hole, adding to the mess on the floor. The latter yelped when the duke pushed his cum back inside his sore hole with his fingers, and he glared over his shoulder at Wriothesley. The duke chuckled, as his beloved didn't look the least threatening with the deep flush still covering his face.
The thought that Neuvillette would carry on with the rest of his day while his ass was full of his cum was almost enough to get Wriothesley hard again.
He helped Neuvillette to turn around and sit back on his desk, and Wriothesley whistled at the mess. Neuvillette's stomach and panties were covered with his own cum. There was no way he could leave like that. The duke kissed his beloved and told him he'd be right back.
He tucked his cock back inside his underwear and pulled up his pants. He made a quick trip to his private quarters that were next door to his office. He grabbed a wet cloth and a clean pair of underwear. When he came back to his office, Neuvillette was still sitting on his desk. He smiled shyly when Wriothesley joined him. The duke helped him out of his ruined panties and tenderly cleaned his stomach and the mess between his legs.
Once he was done, Neuvillette pulled him in a soft kiss, conveying his gratitude. That kiss turned into many more lazy kisses, both just content to bask a little more in the stolen moment.
When they pulled away, Wriothesley pressed their foreheads together and whispered happily; “Thank you for these exquisite gifts, babe. You are such a wonder.” He might start viewing his birthday differently from now on, if this is the kind of gift he could expect from his wonderful dragon.
Neuvillette rubbed their noses together playfully and smiled tenderly. “I'm elated that you liked them. Happy birthday, my love.”
Wriothesley stole one last kiss before helping his lover redress himself. In a matter of minutes, all traces of their illicit affair had disappeared, apart from the ruined lingerie that Wriothesley would try to salvage – it would be a shame to use this gift only once - and the smell of sex and sweat. Hopefully Sigewinne would not visit his office soon.
Before Neuvillette could leave, Wriothesley brought him in a close embrace, his arms wrapped around his small waist. “I'll see you tonight?” asked the duke with hope in his voice.
Neuvillette nodded. A teasing glint appeared in his eyes as he played with Wriothesley's tie. “Yes. Oh, and don't forget your handcuffs. I might be inclined to try another one of your fetishes,” whispered the Iudex coyly.
Wriothesley froze for a second, taking in his lover's words. He then laughed heartily as arousal burned anew in the pit of his stomach. One of his hands slid lower to playfully slap and grab a handful of Neuvillette's perfect ass, making the dragon yelp.
“Is that so? You sly dragon. Maybe we ought to explore that breeding kink of yours as well, how does that sound?” replied Wriothesley teasingly.
Neuvillette's eyes widened and his cheeks took on a lovely red hue. Two could play that game. Wriothesley was thrilled to know he wasn't the only one with kinks.
Yes, their sex life promised to become very interesting from then on. Not that Wriothesley felt like it was lacking, but he certainly wasn't complaining with this new turn of events...