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It's currently late in the afternoon, nearly 7pm. Neuvillette is finishing up some paperwork at his desk while waiting for his meeting with the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide. They are both busy men, often having to meet late.
It is quiet in the Palais Mermonia, since nearly all the other employees have already left for the day. Others are getting ready to leave.
As Neuvillette finishes the last paper and tidies up his desk he hears soft knocks on the office door.
He gives a just loud enough "Come in," the door opens and in walks the Duke of Meropide.
He raises his head to greet the other, "Good evening, Your Grace. I apologize for us having to meet so late." Neuvillette flashes an apologetic smile and gestures towards the chair in front of his desk.
"You too, Monsieur Neuvillette. And I don't mind, we're both busy people, after all," Wriothesley replies as he sits down on the chair.
Neuvillette watches as Wriothesley gets comfortable on his seat, spreading his legs and settling his arms on the armrests, clasping his hands together.
He quickly averts his gaze back to the stack of papers in his hands. He has long accepted his feelings towards Wriothesley, but lately seeing the man has made him feel hot all over.
Wriothesley gets straight to the point, which is a trait Neuvillette greatly appreciates in him.
They talk about concerns regarding funding and other usual stuff.
Neuvillette can't help but watch Wriothesleys every move. The way he runs his hand through his hair, the way his voice sounds, the way he looks at Neuvillette, everything this man does sends heat all throughout his body.
He squeezes the stack of papers in his hands and shifts his thighs. He nods at everything Wriothesley says, hoping he doesn't notice his squirming.
"Are you feeling okay, Monsieur Neuvillette?"
Neuvillettes mouth opens to answer, but he gets cut off.
"You look a bit feverish, hold on," he says and stands up.
He circles Neuvillettes desk and stands infront of him.
"May I?" Neuvillette nods slowly before he can form a thought.
Wriothesley presses his hand to Neuvillettes forehead, "Neuvillette, you're burning up," Wriothesley says, slightly alarmed.
He moves his hand to Neuvillettes nape, making him shiver.
"I'll have Sigewinne look at you. I've never seen you sick," Wriothesley frowns.
Neuvillette grabs Wriothesleys wrist as hes pulling away. The latter looks at him with an expression Neuvillette can't decipher.
"I- um- There is no need, to have me looked at, I mean. I'm just a bit... hot," he admits and averts his gaze.
Wriothesley crouches down to meet his eyes.
"Neuvillette, you're burning up and your face is flushed," Wriothesley states and Neuvillette reddens even more. He is so close. Neuvillette can basically smell his cologne.
He presses his thighs together and hopes Wriothesley doesn't notice the effect he has on him.
Of course he does, though.
Wriothesley hums as the pieces click together in his head.
He stands up and hooks a finger under Neuvillettes jaw, making him look up at him. He stares at Wriothesley with wide eyes.
"Do you want me to help, Neuvillette?" He purrs, referring to Neuvillette telling him he feels hot.
Neuvillette tries to say something, but his body betrays him and he nods.
Wriothesley leans down and Neuvillette can feel his hot breath on his ear.
"I've noticed the way you act around me lately," his voice comes out low, making Neuvillette bite his bottom lip.
Wriothesley stands up and looks down at Neuvillette, "I'm not complaining, though. It's adorable."
Neuvillette quickly raises his head, wide eyes with blush spreading all the way to the tips of his pointed ears. Wriothesley somehow knows all the right things to say.
Neuvillette doesn't know what to do. His clothes feel tight and Wriothesleys presence makes him nervous. In an arousing way.
Wriothesley takes the stack of papers from Neuvillettes hands and places them on the desk.
"Wriothesley," Neuvillette quietly pleads. He doesn't know what hes asking, but he soon finds himself in a very welcomed position.
Wriothesley has Neuvillette caged between him and his desk, muscled arms on either side of Neuvillettes body.
"Do you want this?" Wriothesley asks, and when Neuvillette gives an affirming answer, his big hands are instantly holding Neuvillette in place by his hips.
He runs his hands from his hips, to his narrow waist, then down to slightly squeeze Neuvillettes ass, making him yelp in surprise.
His hands find their original position and one raises to hold Neuvillettes face.
He brushes his thumb across a pink bottom lip and leans in. Neuvillette can feel Wriothesleys breath on his lips, he feels dizzy just from having him this close.
The one to close the distance is Neuvillette. The kiss starts off a little clumsy, but they soon find a rhythm, their lips moving together like they were meant for each other.
Neuvillette places his hands on Wriothesleys forearms to steady himself before wrapping his arms around his neck.
Wriothesley bites Neuvillettes bottom lip, earning an opening to slip his tongue in Neuvillettes mouth.
Neuvillette sighs into the kiss, the warm feeling of Wriothesleys tongue against his own enough to make him delirious.
When they pull away a string of saliva briefly connects their lips.
"You taste divine, Neuvi," Wriothesley pants and wraps his arms around Neuvillettes lithe waist.
"I bet you taste amazing everywhere," he says and slowly peppers kisses along Neuvillettes jaw to his neck, pulling down his collar slightly for more space.
"Why don't you test that theory, Your Grace," Neuvillette challenges, using his title and earning just the reaction he wanted.
Wriothesley makes quick work of ridding Neuvillette of his robes and the shirt underneath them. He admires the pale, unmarred skin of Neuvillette, imagining what he'd look like with purple marks all over him.
Neuvillette blushes under the lustful gaze of the Duke. He pulls him into another kiss, before hes turned around and bent over the desk.
Neuvillette breathes heavily as anticipation builds in his belly. His pants have a wet spot from his vent begging for attention.
Wriothesley leans over him, hands on his waist, sliding up and down the smooth skin. Neuvillette shivers at the coldness of the big hands on him.
Wriothesley peppers kisses on Neuvillettes shoulders, sucking and biting along the way, earning him quiet moans which Neuvillette attempts to muffle with his hand.
"I wanna hear you, sweetness," Wriothesley whispers and presses a kiss on Neuvillettes cheek. He moves his hand away from his mouth obediently.
"Good boy," Wriothesley continues marking Neuvillettes porcelain skin as his hands roam down to feel the wetness between his thighs.
Neuvillette whimpers and bucks his hips involuntarily.
"You're already soaked and i've only been kissing you," Wriothesley teases and Neuvillette whines in response.
"It's been a while..." Neuvillette admits.
Wriothesley hums, "How long exactly, dear?"
"Um... A couple... hundred years," he replies quietly, biting his bottom lip.
Wriothesley seems to like the answer. To be the only one to get this immortal dragon hot and bothered in a couple hundred years does things to his ego.
"You have no idea how long i've dreamed of having you bent over your desk like this, Neuvillette," Wriothesley growls into Neuvillettes ear, making him grind his clothed ass against Wriothesleys growing bulge.
Neuvillette turns his head to the side, just enough for Wriothesley to see the flushed face of the Iudex of Fontaine.
"Please... Wriothesley," Neuvillette whines and wiggles his hips to entice the man above him.
"Do... something, please," He begs. Wriothesley is teasing him, running his big hands from Neuvillettes narrow waist, to his hips, to his thighs, and only lightly brushing against the wet spot between his legs.
"Tell me what you need, doll." Just Wriothesleys voice alone is enough to melt all coherent thoughts from Neuvillettes brain.
"Need you inside me, Wrio," he whines pathetically, lowering his head to hide his lewd expression.
A smirk tugs at Wriothesleys mouth at the display. "Who knew the Chief Justice could be so needy. You're adorable." Wriothesleys hands begin working on Neuvillettes spats, and make quick work of stripping his lower body down. "I can't wait to have you moaning and drooling on my cock," he continues.
Neuvillette lets out a filthy moan and arches his back, making is sopping wet vent grind against Wriothesleys still confined cock.
Wriothesley groans and presses his hand to Neuvillettes slit. "I'd love to fuck you senseless right now, love, but I wanna watch you fall apart for as long as possible." Wriothesley relishes in the whimpers and shudders he gets out of Neuvillette.
He presses a finger into Neuvillettes warm vent, earning him a loud moan.
"Wriothesley... Wrio-" Neuvillette mewls and fucks himself on Wriothesleys finger.
He pushes a second finger in and spreads them inside. Neuvillette feels his knees weakening and holds onto the desk like his life depends on it.
"Fuck, sweetness, you're so tight," Wriothesley breathes right into his ear.
"Such a slutty little dragon. Only for me, yeah?" He speeds up the thrusting of his fingers.
"Yes! Only for you! Wriothesley, please!" Neuvillette sobs and arches his back.
Wriothesley suddenly pulls out his fingers, Neuvillette whines at the emptiness and attempts to push back his hips, but Wriothesleys weight on him prevents him.
"Patience, dear," Wriothesley whispers into Neuvillettes ear as he undoes his belt and frees his throbbing cock. He stands up straight and sees Neuvillette staring at him with wide, glassy eyes.
"Like what you see?" Wriothesley asks with an amused smirk. He guides his cock between Neuvillettes soaked thighs, and slides it on his vent and cocks.
Neuvillette bites his lower lip to stifle a moan, "Will... will it fit?"
"I'll make it fit, sweetness, don't worry," Wriothesley assures and leans down to pepper kisses on Neuvillettes jaw. He lightly bites and sucks on the latters nape as his cock is begging to be inside that warm hole.
"Fuck, Neuvi, you're so wet for me. Want to be filled that bad?" Neuvillette nods enthusiastically at his question and grinds his vent against Wriothesleys huge cock.
He leans back a bit and Neuvillette watches him jerk his cock a few times with Neuvillettes own slick.
Wriothesley guides his cock to Neuvillettes entrance and meets his gaze to ask for permission.
"Please Wriothesley... I need you," He whines, face flushed, and mouth slightly open.
"What a sight you are. You're gorgeous," Wriothesley pants as he pushes the tip in, gripping Neuvillettes narrow waist. Neuvillette hides his face in his arms and lets out soft moans. Wriothesley eventually bottoms out fully and just takes in the sight while panting.
Neuvillette looks over his shoulder again with half-lidded eyes. The tips of his ears are a cute pink shade and his perfect lips wet with saliva.
"Please fuck me, Your Grace," he pleads pathetically. Neuvillette loves the way Wriothesley looks at him when he uses his title.
He grabs Neuvillettes waist in a bruising hold and begins a steady pace, fucking him deep. The room fills with the wet squelches of Wriothesleys cock inside Neuvillettes vent.
"You feel so good around me, sweetness. Like your body was meant to take my cock," Wriothesley growls and slides a hand to play with one of Neuvillettes nipples, earning him a loud moan and Neuvillettes vent clenching around his cock.
"Wrio- Wriothesley! I'm going to-" Neuvillette manages in between broken moans. His body trembles as Wriothesley grabs a handful of his long white hair at his nape, yanking him up so his arched back is against Wriothesleys chest.
Wriothesley moves his hand to lightly squeeze Neuvillettes neck and turns his head just enough to crash their lips together in a sloppy kiss. His brutal pace in which he fucks into Neuvillette doesn't falter.
"Gonna cum for me, doll? Show me how gorgeous you look cumming on my cock," Wriothesley pants. He feels Neuvillette tighten around him, his moans getting even louder.
"Fuck, I'm close too, Neuvi. Where do you want me?" Wriothesley quickens his pace a little, chasing his own high.
"Inside! Breed me, Wrio, please!" Neuvillette begs, reaching his orgasm with a loud sob.
Wriothesley pushes Neuvillettes trembling body back onto the table, and grabs his waist again.
He soon shoots warm liquid deep inside Neuvillette with a groan. Wriothesley stays still for a moment, caressing all of Neuvillette before slowly pulling out.
Neuvillette whimpers at the emptiness. Wriothesley spreads his asscheek to see his cum fall down Neuvillettes inner thigh. He shoves some back into Neuvillette with his fingers, at which Neuvillette makes content little noises.
"Are you okay, dollface? Was I too rough?" Wriothesley asks and leans down to kiss Neuvillettes shoulders.
"No... It was perfect, Wrio," Neuvillette assures. He gets up using his arms and turns around to face Wriothesley, whose hands have not stopped holding his waist.
"We still have time..." Neuvillette glances at the clock in his office, and looks up at Wriothesley through his white lashes.
Wriothesley smirks and squeezes Neuvillettes waist. "Didn't know the Chief Justice was this pent up," he replies.
Neuvillette reaches down to palm at Wriothesleys once again hardening cock, making him groan and pull Neuvillette closer.
Neuvillette hums and slowly grinds his light blue cocks against Wriothesleys own.
"You do not seem to dislike the idea, Your Grace," Neuvillette purrs while allowing his elegant hands to slide all over Wriothesleys muscled body. His fingers trace the scars running across Wriothesleys chest, neck, and arms, before slipping his fingers in dark messy hair.
Neuvillette yelps when Wriothesley hoists him up on the desk by his thighs.
"I'm gonna make sure the only thing you remember is my name once i'm done," he growls into Neuvillettes ear, making him shiver. Wriothesley holds onto Neuvillettes hips while he sucks red marks on his pale skin.
Neuvillette lets out quiet moans at the feeling of Wriothesleys teeth and tongue on his neck, collarbones, and shoulders.
"Stop teasing me, Wriothesley," he tries to sound annoyed only to be betrayed by his quivering voice.
Wriothesley straightens back up to meet Neuvillettes flushed face.
"I love hearing your pretty noises at the slightest touch, sweetness," he states with his signature smirk and presses a soft kiss on Neuvillettes lips.
"Tell me, Neuvi, have you fantasized about this?" Wriothesleys question makes Neuvillettes face even redder, eyes widening. He responds by roughly pulling Wriothesley into a heated kiss, hands gripping his dark hair. Wriothesley kisses back with matched fervor, licking and biting at his bottom lip. He slides his other hand to Neuvillettes vent, pressing two fingers inside the dripping wet hole.
Neuvillette gasps into the kiss at the intrusion, letting Wriothesley shove his tongue into his mouth. The kiss turns messy and sloppy as Wriothesleys skilled fingers hit all the right spots inside Neuvillette, turning him into a drooling mess.
They finally pull away due to the lack of air. Wriothesley pulls his fingers out and takes them to his own mouth, to lick them clean of Neuvillettes slick. He stares at Neuvillette, taking in his debauched expression. Half-lidded glassy eyes look back into his icey blue eyes, full of lust.
Neuvillette lays back onto the desk, pulling Wriothesley with him. Wriothesleys fully hard cock presses against Neuvillettes vent. He reaches down to grab the sinfully large cock, and positions it to his hole.
Wriothesley buries his cock deep inside Neuvillette in one go, making him moan loudly and arch his back off of the desk.
"Wrio... Wriothesley- need it," Neuvillette mewls and rolls his hips for friction.
Wriothesley kisses Neuvillettes red puffy lips and stands up straight, holding his narrow waist.
Neuvillette lets his arms fall on either side of his head, attempting to grab onto anything. His long white hair messily covering the desk only adds onto his angelic beauty.
"Fuck, Neuvi. You're the most gorgeous thing i've ever seen. Such a pretty boy," Wriothesley praises and starts to move his hips in a slow, tantalizing pace.
"What do you need, doll?" He asks, fully knowing the answer, but wanting to hear those filthy words from the Chief Justice.
"Need you to fuck me, Wrio, please, breed me," Neuvillette manages to answer inbetween pathetic whimpers.
"Oh yeah? Want me to claim you? Make you mine?" Wriothesley pulls his cock out so that only his tip remains inside. He slams back in and starts a rough pace that has Neuvillette gasping everytime that huge cock meets his cervix.
Neuvillettes vent squeezes around Wriothesley, making him groan and bite his lower lip.
"Yes! Wrio, please, please!" Neuvillettes noises come out as a plethora of broken pleas of Wriothesleys name.
He subconsciously reaches down to feel his lower stomach. Neuvillette sobs as tears fall from his eyes, mouth slightly open, a truly obscene sight.
There is a clear imprint of Wriothesleys cock on Neuvillettes abdomen everytime he drives it into him.
"You're taking me so well, sweetness. You were made for me," Wriothesley pants and reaches a hand to where Neuvillettes is.
He grabs the light blue cocks in his fist and begins to jerk them off, smearing pre cum over the tip, matching the pace hes fucking into him.
Neuvillette sobs and grabs Wriothesleys wrist, not to make him stop, but to hold onto something.
"Wrio- please, don't stop! I'm going to..!" Neuvillette feels heat bubble in his belly and throws his head back, not attempting to muffle his noises anymore.
"Cum for me, doll. You've been such a good boy," Wriotheslay praises.
The words undo Neuvillette as he comes with a loud broken moan of Wriothesleys name, luckily the building is empty at this hour. Slick gushes out of his vent, soaking Wriothesleys thighs and the pants pulled down to his knees, the light blue cocks in Wriothesleys fist spurt out ropes of white cum all over his hand and Neuvillettes stomach.
Neuvillette arches his back as his body shakes uncontrollably. His half-lidded teary eyes and parted kiss-bitten lips add onto his debauched look, which makes Wriothesleys hips stutter, not faltering his pace, though.
Wriothesley grabs Neuvillettes legs from the back of his knees, bringing them to his chest, basically folding him in half.
Neuvillette flings his arms around Wriothesleys neck and digs his sharp nails into his back.
Wriothesley hisses at the slight pain, but it only adds onto his pleasure.
Neuvillette pulls Wriothesley even closer, raking his nails across the broad shoulders. He whimpers and clenches his vent around the cock still hammering into his oversensitive hole.
"Neuvillette- I'm gonna finish inside you, yeah? Fuck you full of my cum." Wriothesleys voice is low in Neuvillettes ear, his hot breath against his neck making him tremble.
Neuvillette responds with sobs of Wriothesleys name, too overwhelmed to speak.
Soon, Wriothesley slams his cock deep inside, coating Neuvillettes insides in his cum. Neuvillette reaches his third orgasm and Wriothesley fucks them both through their highs.
His hands running soothingly over the pale skin of Neuvillette as he slowly stands up to pull out.
Neuvillette winces at the feeling and falls slack against the desk. He feels Wriothesleys spend dripping out of his vent, rolling down his ass onto the wood beneath him.
Wriothesley leans down once more to kiss Neuvillettes forehead, jaw, and lips.
He slides his hand under Neuvillette, holding the small of his back, as his free hand comes up to caress his face.
Neuvillette leans into the touch, eyes closed and breathing heavily.
"Are you okay, Neuvi?" Wriothesley asks while also catching his breath.
He holds Neuvillette close, sweaty bodies meeting each other.
"Yes, thank you, Wriothesley," Neuvillette meets his gaze, lavender eyes staring up at him. Wriothesley flashes a smile and leans down to capture his lips in a kiss. It's slow and sweet, full of... love?
"You did amazing, Neuvi," Wriothesley praises when they break the kiss.
"We should get cleaned up, though," he laughs awkwardly as he looks between them.
Neuvillette blushes, but nods his head, allowing Wriothesley to stand up to retrieve towels from the washroom.
He wipes himself clean before carefully cleaning Neuvillette. Once they're done Wriothesley tucks himself back into his pants, that are still a bit wet from Neuvillette.
He helps Neuvillette into his clothes and smooths his messy hair that got tangled up.
"Wriothesley, could we sit down for a moment, before departing?" Neuvillette asks, fiddling with his sleeves.
"Of course, can you stand?" Wriothesley questions, holding Neuvillettes hips as he gets down from the desk on wobbly knees.
Neuvillette clings onto him as his knees threaten to buckle, but Wriothesley is there to effortlessly scoop him up.
He brings them to the small couch in the office.
Wriothesley sets Neuvillette down before sitting himself. He wraps an arm around Neuvillettes shoulders and pulls him closer.
They sit in silence for a few moments, before Neuvillette speaks up.
"I have fantasized about this, about you," Neuvillette confesses quietly, referring to a prior question Wriothesley made.
Wriothesleys eyes widen as he looks down to meet Neuvillettes gaze.
The latter averts his eyes as a blush creeps onto his face again.
Wriothesley flashes his smirk again, cockily responding, "Ah. I knew it. But don't worry, Neuvillette." He leans down to whisper into his ear.
"I've been dreaming about you for years."
He holds Neuvillettes jaw with his index finger and thumb to make him meet his gaze.
Wriothesley lightly kisses Neuvillette before continuing.
"And it's not just your body i'm after. I love you, Neuvillette." His tone is sincere, his eyes holding a look almost resembling anxiety.
Neuvillette takes Wriothesleys hand, intertwining their fingers, the cold of Wriothesleys vision soothing the nerves inside Neuvillette.
"I have also harbored feelings towards you, Wriothesley," he admits, a small smile on his beautiful face.
The corners of Wriothesleys mouth curl into a grin, flashing his slightly pointed fangs. He wraps his arms tightly around Neuvillettes waist and brings his lips to another kiss, this one shorter.
They stay there for a little while, just enjoying each others presence.
"We should leave. It's late," Neuvillette sighs as he glances at the clock.
"In a second, Neuvi," Wriothesley responds and pulls them up from the couch.
"Will I see you soon?" He asks quietly and squeezes Neuvillettes elegant hands.
"Yes, I promise. You're always welcome to the Palais Mermonia, Wriothesley," Neuvillette replies.
"As you are to the Fortress, love."