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“Sweetness, what are you doing?” Wriothesley asks, leaning against the bathroom door. Neuvillette’s been in there for the better part of thirty minutes, and it never takes him that long to get ready for bed.
Something clatters on the floor. There’s a soft curse—he’s rubbed off on Neuvillette over the past two years. Or maybe it’s the kids’ faults. Regardless, Neuvillette cursing is either a cause for amusement or concern, and since the door is shut, Wriothesley’s not sure which.
“Sweetness?” he ventures again.
“All is well,” comes the muffled reply, which really doesn’t do much to reassure him. That’s something Neuvillette says when all is not well. “I need only a few more minutes.”
Frowning, Wriothesley pushes away from the door. He’s already dressed for bed in low-slung pajama pants, and he drops onto the top of the generous mattress with a quiet thud. They’re three days into their first anniversary-slash-honeymoon, and all they’ve done so far is sleep. A little disappointing, sure, but they’ve both needed the rest. They’ve both been exhausted. Turns out keeping up with twin toddlers and a baby, even when they sleep through the night, is a massive drain on even a dragon’s energy reserves. If he’s being honest, he’s looking forward to another night of twelve hours of sleep, but he kind of wants to spend it wrapped around Neuvillette’s body. Maybe they can indulge themselves a bit in the morning.
The bathroom door opens. Wriothesley glances over at Neuvillette—and then looks again, mouth going dry. His cock twitches. His heart starts pounding. Because Neuvillette is wearing nothing more than his spats and polished work shoes, his hair in a braid that hangs behind him, doing nothing to hide the lithe lines of his body. His twin cocks hang between his thighs, his tail sweeps across the floor behind him, and he—he’s watching Wriothesley with his chin upraised and a small, curling smile on his lips.
“Hello, beloved,” he purrs, liquid and warm.
Wriothesley pushes himself away from the pillows at his back, going to his knees. “You…” He swallows around his tongue, suddenly too thick for his mouth.
Neuvillette approaches the bed with a rolling gait, and Wriothesley’s entire brain just shuts down. Everything but the most necessary functions cease. “Me,” he says in that same wicked purr. He puts one knee on the bed and then the other. Leans over and crawls toward Wriothesley, whose breath comes in short bursts. And when he reaches Wriothesley, he reaches out with one hand and, with casual, draconic strength, flicks Wriothesley onto his back.
Hitting the pillows with a grunt, Wriothesley stares as Neuvillette straddles him. As Neuvillette shakes stray hairs out of his face. As Neuvillette glides his hands down his chest and abdomen in a feathering caress. “Shall I take your silence as a positive thing?” he asks.
Wriothesley struggles to find words, raking his gaze across Neuvillette’s body, following the stroke of his hands. Finally, he croaks out, “Yeah,” as he lowers his eyes to where Neuvillette’s spats wrap around his legs. Milky pale skin gives way to navy and gold. He wants those legs wrapped around his waist. Wants those ankles and shoes over his shoulder as he fucks deep into Neuvillette’s body, as Neuvillette keens and whines and cries with pleasure. The trouble is he can’t say any of that because his brain isn’t working anymore.
Wrapping his long-fingered hands around both his cocks, Neuvillette glides his palm along his lengths. With heavy-lidded eyes, he watches Wriothesley, and Wriothesley can barely look away from those spats and Neuvillette’s hand.
His own hands shake as he lifts them to Neuvillette’s hips. He glides them down, over Neuvillette’s thighs, and dips his fingers beneath the tops of his spats, testing the fabric’s give.
“It is my understanding that one wears lingerie during one’s honeymoon,” Neuvillette says, a little breathy as he strokes himself. Wriothesley makes a strangled noise because the mental image of Neuvillette in silk and lace is almost too much for him. “As I have none and you have expressed great affection for my spats, I had thought perhaps this might do instead.”
Wriothesley surges forward, catching Neuvillette’s mouth with his own. He digs his fingers deeper beneath the fabric of Neuvillette’s spats as his tongue spears Neuvillette’s mouth, hard and fast and deep, fucking into him. With a startled little noise, Neuvillette sinks his free hand into Wriothesley’s hair, holding him close, and meets him pound for pound, returning that hungry, borderline brutal kiss with ravenous intensity.
Even though Wriothesley remains more comfortable in his human body, he lets his form shift, now. He takes on his hybrid form, same as Neuvillette, as he drinks his desperation from Neuvillette’s lips. His cocks are half hard against his thigh, and his tail lashes across the bed before finding Neuvillette’s and wrapping around it, like they’re holding hands, another point of contact to drive him wild.
When he drags his hands free of Neuvillette’s spats, he rakes his claws across Neuvillette’s skin, and Neuvillette moans into his mouth. “Wriothesley,” he breathes, and Wriothesley wraps his arms around Neuvillette’s waist, bearing him down to the bed and crawling over him.
“Waist or shoulders, sweetness,” he says, biting at Neuvillette’s lower lip as he slips between Neuvillette’s legs.
Neuvillette’s arms wind around his neck, holding him close as he fits their bodies together and, fuck, the way their cocks slide against each other is so good. Wriothesley nibbles from Neuvillette’s lips to his jaw as he ruts against Neuvillette’s body, as his own begins to burn. They haven’t had sex in at least six months, too afraid of one of the twins interrupting in search of water. Now, though, he’s a smoldering ember of need as he grinds against Neuvillette and peppers his jaw with kisses.
“Your legs,” he clarifies, raking his teeth down Neuvillette’s throat.
Neuvillette keens, dragging his claws across Wriothesley’s back hard enough to sting.
“Around my waist or over my shoulders.”
Neuvillette groans, wrapping his legs high on Wriothesley’s waist. “Shoulders,” he purrs, his voice a heady thrum beneath Wriothesley’s lips.
Biting at Neuvillette’s throat, Wriothesley levers himself up on one arm. He holds himself above Neuvillette’s body, his hips still working against Neuvillette’s. They’re both hard, their cocks leaking precum. Slick drips from Neuvillette’s vent, smearing Wriothesley’s skin, and when he inhales, he can smell it. Sharp and sweet and salty, Neuvillette’s arousal combined with his own, unique scent of paper and ink and romaritime flowers. He wants it in his mouth more than he wants to get inside Neuvillette’s tight, hot body.
“Let’s get them there, then,” he replies, sliding down the bed and the length of Neuvillette’s body. His mouth charts a course across Neuvillette’s abdomen, searing kisses planted on the peaks and valleys of his muscled chest and stomach. His fingers play down Neuvillette’s sides and over his flanks, brushing over the silky fabric of his spats. The linen slides over Wriothesley’s sides, a wicked tease. He doesn’t want Neuvillette’s skin, though. Not here. He wants this: Neuvillette barely clothed, wearing only these absurd accessories, dressed like this because Wriothesley wants it.
As he eases lower, he shoulders Neuvillette’s legs wide, forcing them off his hips and onto the bed. He bites and kisses at the pale skin above the tops of Neuvillette’s spats, leaving innumerable marks behind. They’ll heal quickly, of course, but for now, they’re a sign that Neuvillette belongs to Wriothesley and Wriothesley alone, as real and weighty as the wedding bands they both wear.
Neuvillette keens, arching his back and making an offering of his body as Wriothesley presses more kisses to the crease of his thigh. His tongue drags across Neuvillette’s skin, blazing a hot trail toward the arcs of Neuvillette’s cocks, flushed at the tips and leaking almost as much precum as his vent leaks slick.
“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette groans, sinking his fingers into Wriothesley’s hair. His claws scrape across Wriothesley’s scalp, and pleasure crackles down Wriothesley’s spine, Electro sweet.
Grinding himself against the comforter beneath him, Wriothesley tugs one of Neuvillette’s thighs over his shoulder. Instead of pressing his mouth to either of Neuvillette’s cocks, his turns to that thigh, biting into the meat of it until Neuvillette yanks at his hair and gasps his name again. He nuzzles against the soft fabric of Neuvillette’s spats and then, at last, ducks down to lick across one of Neuvillette’s cocks.
Neuvillette’s back arches as though he touched a live wire, bowing off the bed as Wriothesley grasps his waist and forces him back to the bed. “Behave, sweetness,” he croons before licking him again, again, a fourth time.
More slick spills from Neuvillette’s vent, the heady scent of it filling Wriothesley’s nose. It’s driving him to distraction, but he knows better than to go right for Neuvillette’s vent. Better to play first, to key his husband, his mate, up even more.
He suckles the head of one cock between his lips as his fingers wrap around the other, stroking in time to the pulling of his mouth, until Neuvillette is keening helplessly and trying to rock against the steadying hand Wriothesley keeps on his belly. With a gentle force, he holds Neuvillette still as he licks and laves, as he strokes and caresses, as he works Neuvillette up more and more until there’s enough slick dripping from his mate to stain the comforter beneath them. Only then does he drag two fingers along that slick slit, earning a cry of pleasure from Neuvillette.
Neuvillette writhes on the bed, nails scraping across Wriothesley’s scalp, but he doesn’t push, doesn’t force. He could, he has more strength than Wriothesley even now that they’re both dragons, but the sweetest thing is that he submits to Wriothesley, that he lets Wriothesley have his way—which just means Wriothesley can wring pleasure out of both of them.
Fingers playing against the soft scales around Neuvillette’s vent, Wriothesley slides one of Neuvillette’s cocks into his mouth. Feels its weight heavy on his tongue as he takes it deeper, deeper, all the way down his throat. Neuvillette moans breathlessly, hips jerking against Wriothesley’s hand on his belly.
“Please,” he gasps.
But not yet. He’s not desperate enough yet. His voice isn’t cracking, isn’t breaking. Isn’t fracturing around desperate pleas. Wriothesley wants to work him to that point first. Wants to get him so desperate for penetration that he’s begging for it, helpless and needy, unable to think of anything else. Then he wants both those thighs over his shoulders.
Wriothesley fucks his throat on Neuvillette’s cock, gliding deep with every stroke as his thumb rubs the bases of both. His nose brushes Neuvillette’s skin, and Neuvillette all but howls with pleasure as Wriothesley sucks gently around him as he pulls back. Precum drips onto Wriothesley’s tongue and across Neuvillette’s belly, and Neuvillette’s claws scrape over his skin, gliding through his hair, before he drops one hand to Wriothesley’s shoulder and sinks those claws deep.
The pain is nothing more than a garnish to Wriothesley’s own pleasure, spurring him on as he sucks his mate’s cock harder, faster. He takes it to the root and then suckles as he pulls up, sweeping his tongue over the tip and licking around the crown. He works Neuvillette over until his mate is writhing against his restraining hand, until his tail lashes across the bed and he drops his free hand to the comforter to tear at it with his claws.
“Inside me,” he gasps, he keens, his voice rising and falling like a hymn to gods Wriothesley no longer believes in. “I need—Please, Wriothesley, something inside me. Please.” There’s a reedy, broken edge to Neuvillette’s voice, a desperate and aching need, and that’s what Wriothesley’s been waiting for.
Popping off one cock, he takes the other into his mouth at the same time he slides one finger deep into Neuvillette’s vent.
Neuvillette sobs, convulsing beneath Wriothesley’s mouth. He slings his other leg over Wriothesley’s shoulders, squeezing against Wriothesley’s ears as Wriothesley suckles him harder, deeper, as he slides that finger further into the scalding furnace of his mate’s body. He crooks it, rubbing it against the bases of Neuvillette’s cocks from the back, and Neuvillette makes an obscene sound, shuddering as he comes apart.
Easy, his mate is so easy, but he also knows him so very well. Knows exactly where to touch and stroke, how to coax and cajole until he gets just this end. Cum flows down Wriothesley’s throat and spurts across Neuvillette’s belly. Neuvillette’s thighs tighten around Wriothesley’s head as Neuvillette sings his pleasure with his moans.
Releasing Neuvillette’s cock, Wriothesley looks up the length of his body, a grin on his face as he licks his lips. “So easy for me,” he rasps.
Neuvillette lays on the bed, panting, one arm flung over his eyes. His chest heaves with the force of his breath. “Do not poke fun at me,” he says, words punctuated by his heavy gasps.
“But it’s so fun, sweetness.” Wriothesley’s finger rubs in a slow, easy circle against soft, tender muscle, and Neuvillette groans. “How long until I can get you hard again, do you think?”
Neuvillette whines.
“I suppose it doesn’t matter. I can fingerfuck you like this.” He drags his finger out of Neuvillette’s vent, lifting it to his lips and running his tongue over it. Slick drips into his mouth, tart and sweet. “Mm, sweetness, you taste so good.”
Dropping his arm, Neuvillette stares at him with hunger blazing in his eyes. “Wriothesley…”
“We can get a few more orgasms from your vent while we get you hard again,” Wriothesley continues, trying to sound casual even though he’s so turned on he hurts. He wants to get both of his cocks into the tight, hot vice of Neuvillette’s vent now, but he also wants to enjoy as much of the night as he can. Wants to take Neuvillette apart a few more times. “And then I’m going to bend you in half and fuck you until you’re crying.”
Neuvillette’s fingers clench in the comforter. “Yes,” he breathes. “I’ve missed your cocks inside me, beloved.”
Groaning, Wriothesley grinds himself against the mattress and drops his mouth to Neuvillette’s cocks. He’s missed fucking Neuvillette, missed being inside Neuvillette, missed the intimacy of lovemaking. Not that he doesn’t love sleeping curled around Neuvillette’s back or the casual, day-to-day intimacies they get to share. But they’ve gone so long without, and being inside Neuvillette is like finding a piece of home. Safe and warm and perfect, a sweet ecstasy. Having his mouth on Neuvillette is ecstasy, too.
He nuzzles into the crook of Neuvillette’s hip, kissing slick, warm skin. Neuvillette’s thighs drape over his shoulders still, tensing as Wriothesley kisses lower, lower. Neuvillette is always so sensitive after he comes, and Wriothesley knows to keep his touch light, but that doesn’t stop him from running his knuckles against Neuvillette’s soaked vent. Doesn’t stop him from groaning when Neuvillette coats his knuckles and moans. Doesn’t stop him from grinding himself harder against the bed, his tail lashing behind him.
So very little in life is as good as getting his husband, his mate, so fucking wet.
“All for me,” he breathes, pushing two fingers gently into Neuvillette’s body.
Above him, Neuvillette makes a weak, whimpering noise, whining in the back of his throat.
Pressing more kisses to Neuvillette’s soft cocks, he curls his fingers against their bases from behind, rubbing slow and steady against them in easy circles. Neuvillette’s gasps and moans guide him, the jerk of his hips telling Wriothesley where and how to touch. They’re months out of practice, but he reads Neuvillette like a book, feeding him more and more pleasure until his hips are rolling against Wriothesley’s hand in small, abbreviated undulations, as if Neuvillette wants to take more but dares not let himself go too far. That won’t do at all.
Withdrawing his fingers to a keening cry of disbelief, Wriothesley slips his hands beneath Neuvillette’s ass, tips up his hips, and licks him from the bottom of his slit all the way to his twin cocks.
Neuvillette sobs, jolting off the bed. “Wriothesley.”
Much better, but not everything that Wriothesley wants. He fastens his mouth to Neuvillette’s vent, lapping at it, drinking down all the slick that Neuvillette’s producing, until Neuvillette is writhing beneath him and his cocks are half hard again. Wriothesley’s tongue thrusts into Neuvillette, driving deep, and curls to flick against the base of those cocks before pulling out.
The more Wriothesley fucks his tongue into Neuvillette, the more urgent sounds Neuvillette makes. They increase in pitch and frequency as Neuvillette’s hips squirm in Wriothesley’s hold. Rumbling with approval, Wriothesley doesn’t stop tonguing him. No, he licks and sucks until Neuvillette’s high-pitched sounds turn aching and desperate—and then he slips two fingers back into Neuvillette’s vent.
Neuvillette comes for him with a broken wail, his vent squeezing around Wriothesley’s fingers. Slick spills from him, coating Wriothesley’s lips and chin, but Wriothesley doesn’t stop tasting him. He licks Neuvillette through that orgasm, curling his fingers just so to have Neuvillette’s heels digging into and kicking at his back.
“Wriothesley, Wriothesley,” Neuvillette chants, ripping the comforter beneath them to shreds.
Distantly, Wriothesley thinks they’ll need to reimburse the cottage’s owner in recompense, but that thought is replaced by the more immediate and burning need to drive Neuvillette to a second orgasm, a third. He does, delighting in the way Neuvillette clenches and spasms around him, in the way Neuvillette sobs his name.
“Wriothesley, please,” he groans, his thighs clamped tight around Wriothesley’s head. “I—I need you inside me. Need your cocks inside me.”
Surging up the length of Neuvillette’s body, all but bending him in half, Wriothesley captures Neuvillette’s mouth in a brutal kiss. He takes his own aching cocks in hand, stroking them once and then bringing their heads to the sweet heat of Neuvillette’s slick vent. He rubs himself over Neuvillette’s vent, pushing against Neuvillette’s cocks, too, getting himself nice and wet from Neuvillette’s arousal.
“Want to breed you,” Wriothesley growls against Neuvillette’s mouth, driven by a wild instinct that he still can’t quite control.
Neuvillette mewls, clawing at Wriothesley’s arms as best he can with his legs in the way.
“Want to fill you with my cum until it takes. Want to make you lay my eggs, sweetness,” he continues, rutting almost mindlessly against Neuvillette’s body for the sheer pleasure of it. “Can’t wait until you go into heat again.” He snarls softly, biting at Neuvillette’s lips, and Neuvillette bites back, pressing their mouths together in a brutal clash.
As their tongues tangle and catch on sharp fangs, Wriothesley pushes the heads of his cocks into Neuvillette’s body. Soft. Slick. Scalding heat surrounds him as he eases deeper, deeper, going slow out of deference to how long it’s been for them both even though all he wants to do is slam into Neuvillette to the hilt.
“Stop holding back,” Neuvillette gasps, his eyes glowing bright with his desire. “Take what you want from me. Tear pleasure from my flesh until I’m bleeding from the ecstasy of it.”
Far be it from Wriothesley to deny that.
He thrusts hard the rest of the way into Neuvillette’s body, carving out a space for himself. Braced on his hands above Neuvillette, Neuvillette’s spat-covered legs draped over his shoulders to leave him wide open, Wriothesley starts a brutal pace. He slams into Neuvillette’s vent, delighting in the liquid heat wrapped tight around him.
Neuvillette keens, reaching for his knees to pull his legs back even further, to let Wriothesley even deeper into him, and Wriothesley takes every inch Neuvillette gives. His pace is rough and unrelenting, hard and fast and desperate. As much as he wants to make this last, he’s not going to. Not when Neuvillette is so hot and tight, not when it’s been so long.
“Sweetness,” he groans.
His only answer is a desperate mewl.
Shifting his hands, gaining a better balance, he adjusts himself until he finds and angle that has Neuvillette sobbing his name, that has Neuvillette shaking under him. His own orgasm builds inside him, a coil of tension winding tighter and tighter, and he grits his teeth to hold it back, but his control slips more with every passing second.
“Come for me,” he says, pressing a desperate kiss to Neuvillette’s lips. “Sweetness, come for me one last time.”
Neuvillette whines, writhing beneath him, gasping into their kiss. His legs squeeze around Wriothesley’s head as his little noises grow increasingly desperate. “Don’t stop.”
Wriothesley doesn’t. He keeps going, at just the right pace and angle to have Neuvillette spiraling into an ocean of his own pleasure. And when he does, his knees grip Wriothesley’s head, and he cries out in sweet ecstasy. He comes all over his stomach, painting his belly white as his vent clenches and squeezes around Wriothesley’s cocks.
It’s too much. The rhythmic pull of Neuvillette’s body is too much to endure. With a groan, Wriothesley drives deep and spills in Neuvillette’s vent in throbbing pulses of ecstasy. He shudders against Neuvillette’s thighs, grinding himself into Neuvillette to eke out every last ounce of pleasure he can. Only then, when he’s utterly spent, does he ease Neuvillette’s legs off his shoulders.
He presses soft, warm kisses to Neuvillette’s eyes, where tears streak down his cheeks, licking up the salty water. “I love you,” he breathes, smoothing his hand down Neuvillette’s side. He’s softening inside Neuvillette’s body, but he has no desire to pull out, not yet.
“My heart,” Neuvillette murmurs in reply. “You are my very heart.” He drapes his arms around Wriothesley’s shoulders and holds him close.
Eventually, Wriothesley rolls off Neuvillette, snuggling next to him. Idly, he presses his fingers between Neuvillette’s legs, lazily fucking his cum back into Neuvillette’s body until Neuvillette is shaking and gasping and begging for yet another orgasm. But instead of giving it to him, Wriothesley pulls Neuvillette on top of him, makes Neuvillette ride him until they’re both mindless with pleasure and need, Wriothesley’s hands rubbing over Neuvillette’s spats.
He loses track of how many times they fuck that night, each position giving him a new opportunity to appreciate Neuvillette’s legs. At some point close to dawn, he peels Neuvillette out of the spats with his mouth, kissing the marks on Neuvillette’s skin until Neuvillette is sighing and boneless in the bed.
“We’re going to sleep all day again,” Neuvillette observes when Wriothesley snuggles into him.
“You know what’s funny,” Wriothesley says.
“Hm?”
“Much as I’ve missed the sex, I’ve really missed sleep. I have really missed sleep.”
Neuvillette quirks a brow. “Says the man who kept me up all night for mind-blowing sex.”
Wriothesley grins, kissing the pointed tip of one of Neuvillette’s ears. “And I’m going to do it again tonight, so sleeping all day for the fourth day in a row sounds absolutely amazing.”
“Insufferable,” Neuvillette mutters, but it sounds like I love you, so Wriothesley doesn’t say anything in reply, just cuddles closer and drifts into a contented slumber.