[ That response is curious, but he will not press Wriothesley further at the moment. Instead, he sets some cookies on a plate for Wriothesley. ]
Yes, a subtle flavoring will do, so long as the tea does not overwhelm the senses. I had melted some of the fresh snow to make an optimal water base. I should have brought some over as well for you, but I can endure the water from the tap.
Alright. [ a nod as he flavors neuvillette’s ‘tea’, steeping the remainder for himself and anybody else in the house of greed. he brings a couple of mugs over, setting them down at the table as he takes a seat next to him. ] Here. Let me know how it is and… I see. Perhaps we should go collect a lot of fresh snow, since it’s not going to stick around forever, especially if you prefer it to the tap.
Then I would not be opposed collecting a good amount to keep in our stores, though there is no immediate rush. Let us enjoy the day and the placidity it brings while it lasts.
[ He returns the smile before recalling something Tartaglia told him. He's not sure if now would be the best time and place to test the waters, but he does continue to sip at his tea 'innocently' as the tip of his boot lightly runs along Wriothesley's calf. ]
[ nods, ] That sounds like a plan. [ and it’ll make neuvillette happy, so he’s more than willing to go ahead and do it. his double will make collecting the fresh snow go even faster too. ]
[ he sips his tea, though his eyes flicker to neuvillette as he feels his boot rubbing its tip on his calf. he doesn’t say anything and instead lets him continue, curious about where he means to take this. he might have said he doesn’t want to talk right now, but that’s just because he needed more time to consider exhibitionism… but right now he may have a better idea how he feels about it. ]
[ His hands remain focus on the simple act of drinking as his boot tip draws higher along Wriothesley's calf muscle, simply stroking the length of it. ]
Did you have any other plans for the evening? By all means, please do not let me keep you from them.
[ He knows he's deliberately contradicting himself as subtly shifts closer and lets the full length of his spats press into Wriothesley's leg. ]
[ he's focused on neuvillette's boot even as he speaks. it's hard not to be. and neuvillette will feel him shift a little bit closer, so the tip of it hits his crotch... which is definitely concealing a growing bulge. ] Uh huh. [ his gaze flickers across to neuvillette. ] What if you are my plans?
[ He can't say he entirely understands why this is enthralling to Wriothesley, but he also knows he's not unaffected himself. The same leg teasingly strokes the inside of Wriothesley's thigh before being withdrawn with ease. Neuvillette then downs the rest of his tea, trying to cure his suddenly dry throat. ]
We should not leave such a vital appointment ignored. Please finish your tea and join me in your room afterwards.
[ He rises from the table and starts walking to Wriothesley's room. ]
[ he snaps out of it as soon as neuvillette removes his foot, his own throat extraordinarily dry, and he really doesn't think the tea is going to be able to help with that. he moves his mouth as though he's going to speak, but no words come out, so he's left to watch as neuvillette retires to his room. ]
[ when he's alone he huffs, setting his cup down. he really does hate to waste good tea, but drinking it hastily is also a crime in and of itself. he takes a deep breath, trying to clear the haze in his head as he takes one last sip before heading to the bedroom to join neuvillette. ]
[ He removes the sweater and rolls up the sleeves of his button down before sitting on the edge of Wriothesley's bed, trying to maintain an air of calm even if his pulse is escalating fast. ]
Your tea-making skills were so exemplary, I considered how best to reward you. Perhaps with something experimental if you are amenable? You are welcome to refuse if it does not appeal to you –I would take no offense– but I was thinking whether or not it would bring you pleasure to– [ How does he best word this? ] ...to engage in submission but not in a manner that is debasing or discomforting.
…I know I make a mean cup of tea, but I’m not sure a reward of that nature was completely necessary. However, if you’re feeling frisky, then that’s another story completely. [ he doesn’t take a seat beside him, and instead just walks up to him to crowd his space. ] Something experimental… is that the reason you brought up doing it in the kitchen, Neuvillette, are you testing out a few new kinks?
[ submission? ] What specifically were you thinking? Did you want to cuff me again while I hump your boot?
[ Maybe his approach was very clumsy and awkward in the end, but he did his best. He's not sure how one normally propositions another except by simply asking. ]
I am...uncertain. I have learned of far too many terms and concepts as of recently, but I do not understand them well in practice. You seemed fascinated with my footwear before, and I had wondered how best to stimulate you with them. I am also uncertain of your feelings on degradation. I do not particularly enjoy that term, nor do I like the idea of punishing you any further than I already have, but submission and reward seem like the best compromise.
You have proven yourself to be an ideal mate, and I would do the same of you.
[ neuvillette did his best. he found his attempt at propositioning him endearing. ] I have to wonder where you’re getting your information, but I suppose that doesn’t ma- [ his face colors as neuvillette calls him out on being a bit obsessed with his boots. ] -tter. [ he clears his throat. ] Yes, I think your boots are incredibly… hot. What you were doing wasn’t bad. And you mentioned exhibitionism earlier, so… if we sat across from each other at the table you might be able to help me rub one out with nobody being the wiser. It would be up to the two of us to keep things low-key, and that’s part of the thrill. Not to mention the idea of getting caught. I’m not exactly keen on running the risk here, because the house is full of kids, but… I wouldn’t necessarily be opposed.
…Neuvillette. [ he does finally move to take a seat beside him. ] Do you feel guilty about the sentence I got? The one I deserved?
I, too, would not wish to do something like that in view of any children, but I will consider it for the future in more agreeable circumstances.
[ He glances down as he takes Wriothesley's hand in his own, holding it. ]
You broke the law as it was written, but you also exposed a major blind spot of Fontaine's justice system. They say the punishment should equal the crime, but yours...I questioned your sentence everyday since then, as well as my own judgment. I do not wish to remind you of that day nor the imbalance between my authority and yours when all I wish is for you to feel pleasured, desired, and cherished behind closed doors.
I look forward to it, Neuvillette. Together we’ll uncover all sorts of new kinks we can indulge in together.
[ he squeezes his hand, giving him a small smile. ] I knew what was going to happen, Neuvillette, and I had accepted that long before I set foot in the Opera Epiclese. I don’t blame you for anything. It was a just judgement. And believe me when I say that I don’t think of either often at all.
[ he sets a hand on his shoulder and leans into him, guiding him backward with a coy smile. ] I see you as Neuvillette, the man I love, and the dragon I have the pleasure of calling my mate.
[ His eyes widen slightly, primal instincts resurfacing at the sound of the word 'mate.' The ends of his horns light up brightly in contentment as he lays across Wriothesley's bed, hand cupping Wriothesley's face to guide his lips to his own as he kisses him gently. ]
I see you as Wriothesley, the human I watched grow from a fierce young boy to a strong, confident man, who I trust and admire beyond measure.
[ The same hand crawls downwards, pushing Wriothesley's shirt from his neck before he kisses the bite mark he'd left and starts wetting it with his tongue. His legs then tangle with Wriothesley's while he lies on his side, wishing he still had a tail to coil all around him. ]
[ he returns the kiss, his arms looping around neuvillette’s hips to hold him closely. ] …then worry no longer, Neuvillette. [ one of his hands creeps up his back as he tips his head back and to the side, so he has more ( and better ) access to the mark. ] Go right ahead. I’m yours to mark, right, and everybody ought to know that I’m yours and you’re mine.
And after you’ve thoroughly marked me we can give your newest kink a try.
[ He doesn't hesitate any further in sinking his fangs into thick muscle, pushing them in as deep as they can go, the act alone making him roll his hips forwards as his own cock thickens fast between his legs. It should embarrass him how much this aroused him, but giving into his instincts feels too right at times.
Like now, when he thinks of Wriothesley of his –solely his– and thinks of how everyone can smell him on Wriothesley and vice versa. His tongue licks away the blood after, cleaning it off with several heavy strokes as he tries to keep from moaning and creeping Wriothesley out. ]
...Thank you for indulging me. Would you like to try next? Or would you prefer a more opportune time?
[ he can't help but shudder as he bites his lip to keep from making a sound that might deter neuvillette. ] ...you don't have to stop at just one. [ he brings a hand down to the seat of neuvillette's pants, pressing his palm flush against the material there, so he can rub his growing erection. ] No need to thank me. I'm into it too.
What, biting you, or stepping on me? Both of which sound like a good time.
[ If he starts, he may never stop, and Wriothesley wears enough scars. He will not be a glutton, in spite of being branded as one.
Neuvillette barely manages to swallow down his groan as he feels Wriothesley's palm on his dick, and he slots one of his thighs between Wriothesley's legs, rubbing it against his groin in return as his fingers undo the first few buttons of his own shirt. ]
We can do both, though I recommend the bite before we separate to accommodate the new position.
[ he doesn’t mind, and at some point he is going to get that through neuvillette’s head. he enjoys seeing him lose himself in his feelings. it’s simultaneously cute and hot. ]
Neuvi… [ as soon as neuvillette fits his leg in between both of wriothesley’s his eyes become lidded and his smile becomes languid. yes. he chants his name under his breath in a hot and husky tone as he immediately starts rutting against him, hardening in only a few seconds. ]
[ Neuvillette's focus always grows scattered when Wriothesley speaks to him in that lower register and when he looks as beautiful as he does now –lips swollen from kissing, expression on the right edge of feral, his eyes clouded with raw desire. He thinks he could get off just watching him alone as he falls apart, but Neuvillette will keep that thought to himself for now.
Instead he shifts closer while still rocking against Wriothesley, his thigh pushing more firmly against Wriothesley's hardening dick as he dips his own head to the side, leaving his neck unveiled for him. ]
I am ready. Please hold nothing back. I want it to last.
[ a hum of approval as he sizes up his neck. he can’t help but to lick his lips as he plucks neuvillette’s hands away from his own chest and, instead, moves them to his. ] Take it off. [ he all but groans, which probably makes it a bit hard to make out. with how fast neuvillette is getting riled up he’s curious about whether he could make him cum fully clothed, from the barest of touches on his part. ] Don’t touch yourself. Only touch me.
[ the words a muffled against his skin as he licks the spot he’s decided to mark, his breath hitching the moment before he sinks his teeth in and bites. with the intent there he breaks the skin easily, even if his teeth aren’t made for something like this. neuvillette is HIS and this mark, among other things, will prove it. ]
[ Neuvillette hastily removes more buttons, his shirt only tugged half off to reveal his neck and shoulders. He obediently doesn't touch himself further than that, hands dragging downwards instead to undo Wriothesley's belt and unzip before he stops moving completely, digging his fingers into the thick muscle on Wriothesley's ass just to anchor himself to something.
The teeth sinking into him sends a jolt of heat straight to his dick, and Neuvillette growls through clenched fangs as he resists the primal urge to start rutting desperately against Wriothesley's leg or to do something even more degrading like throw all his Hydro Sovereign dignity out the window and roll over onto his stomach. His dick is already leaking at the tip, his voice withering to a hoarse tone– ]
Wriothesley, you are mine, you are mine...and I am yours.
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Yes, a subtle flavoring will do, so long as the tea does not overwhelm the senses. I had melted some of the fresh snow to make an optimal water base. I should have brought some over as well for you, but I can endure the water from the tap.
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[ He knows some of that snow is looking beige and yellow by now. He takes the tea to sip before making a soft noise. ]
It is near perfect even with the substandard water source. Perhaps it was the influence of your delicate tea sensibilities.
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[ he smiles, ] I’m glad you like it, because you’ll be tasting it again later. [ when he’s kissing him senseless. ]
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[ He returns the smile before recalling something Tartaglia told him. He's not sure if now would be the best time and place to test the waters, but he does continue to sip at his tea 'innocently' as the tip of his boot lightly runs along Wriothesley's calf. ]
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[ he sips his tea, though his eyes flicker to neuvillette as he feels his boot rubbing its tip on his calf. he doesn’t say anything and instead lets him continue, curious about where he means to take this. he might have said he doesn’t want to talk right now, but that’s just because he needed more time to consider exhibitionism… but right now he may have a better idea how he feels about it. ]
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Did you have any other plans for the evening? By all means, please do not let me keep you from them.
[ He knows he's deliberately contradicting himself as subtly shifts closer and lets the full length of his spats press into Wriothesley's leg. ]
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We should not leave such a vital appointment ignored. Please finish your tea and join me in your room afterwards.
[ He rises from the table and starts walking to Wriothesley's room. ]
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don't blue ball him!! ]
[ he snaps out of it as soon as neuvillette removes his foot, his own throat extraordinarily dry, and he really doesn't think the tea is going to be able to help with that. he moves his mouth as though he's going to speak, but no words come out, so he's left to watch as neuvillette retires to his room. ]
[ when he's alone he huffs, setting his cup down. he really does hate to waste good tea, but drinking it hastily is also a crime in and of itself. he takes a deep breath, trying to clear the haze in his head as he takes one last sip before heading to the bedroom to join neuvillette. ]
Do you want to explain what that was all about?
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Your tea-making skills were so exemplary, I considered how best to reward you. Perhaps with something experimental if you are amenable? You are welcome to refuse if it does not appeal to you –I would take no offense– but I was thinking whether or not it would bring you pleasure to– [ How does he best word this? ] ...to engage in submission but not in a manner that is debasing or discomforting.
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[ submission? ] What specifically were you thinking? Did you want to cuff me again while I hump your boot?
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I am...uncertain. I have learned of far too many terms and concepts as of recently, but I do not understand them well in practice. You seemed fascinated with my footwear before, and I had wondered how best to stimulate you with them. I am also uncertain of your feelings on degradation. I do not particularly enjoy that term, nor do I like the idea of punishing you any further than I already have, but submission and reward seem like the best compromise.
You have proven yourself to be an ideal mate, and I would do the same of you.
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…Neuvillette. [ he does finally move to take a seat beside him. ] Do you feel guilty about the sentence I got? The one I deserved?
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[ He glances down as he takes Wriothesley's hand in his own, holding it. ]
You broke the law as it was written, but you also exposed a major blind spot of Fontaine's justice system. They say the punishment should equal the crime, but yours...I questioned your sentence everyday since then, as well as my own judgment. I do not wish to remind you of that day nor the imbalance between my authority and yours when all I wish is for you to feel pleasured, desired, and cherished behind closed doors.
Do you yet see me as the Iudex when we are alone?
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[ he squeezes his hand, giving him a small smile. ] I knew what was going to happen, Neuvillette, and I had accepted that long before I set foot in the Opera Epiclese. I don’t blame you for anything. It was a just judgement. And believe me when I say that I don’t think of either often at all.
[ he sets a hand on his shoulder and leans into him, guiding him backward with a coy smile. ] I see you as Neuvillette, the man I love, and the dragon I have the pleasure of calling my mate.
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I see you as Wriothesley, the human I watched grow from a fierce young boy to a strong, confident man, who I trust and admire beyond measure.
[ The same hand crawls downwards, pushing Wriothesley's shirt from his neck before he kisses the bite mark he'd left and starts wetting it with his tongue. His legs then tangle with Wriothesley's while he lies on his side, wishing he still had a tail to coil all around him. ]
May I mark you once more?
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And after you’ve thoroughly marked me we can give your newest kink a try.
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Like now, when he thinks of Wriothesley of his –solely his– and thinks of how everyone can smell him on Wriothesley and vice versa. His tongue licks away the blood after, cleaning it off with several heavy strokes as he tries to keep from moaning and creeping Wriothesley out. ]
...Thank you for indulging me. Would you like to try next? Or would you prefer a more opportune time?
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What, biting you, or stepping on me? Both of which sound like a good time.
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Neuvillette barely manages to swallow down his groan as he feels Wriothesley's palm on his dick, and he slots one of his thighs between Wriothesley's legs, rubbing it against his groin in return as his fingers undo the first few buttons of his own shirt. ]
We can do both, though I recommend the bite before we separate to accommodate the new position.
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Neuvi… [ as soon as neuvillette fits his leg in between both of wriothesley’s his eyes become lidded and his smile becomes languid. yes. he chants his name under his breath in a hot and husky tone as he immediately starts rutting against him, hardening in only a few seconds. ]
Lean in for me then.
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Instead he shifts closer while still rocking against Wriothesley, his thigh pushing more firmly against Wriothesley's hardening dick as he dips his own head to the side, leaving his neck unveiled for him. ]
I am ready. Please hold nothing back. I want it to last.
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[ the words a muffled against his skin as he licks the spot he’s decided to mark, his breath hitching the moment before he sinks his teeth in and bites. with the intent there he breaks the skin easily, even if his teeth aren’t made for something like this. neuvillette is HIS and this mark, among other things, will prove it. ]
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The teeth sinking into him sends a jolt of heat straight to his dick, and Neuvillette growls through clenched fangs as he resists the primal urge to start rutting desperately against Wriothesley's leg or to do something even more degrading like throw all his Hydro Sovereign dignity out the window and roll over onto his stomach. His dick is already leaking at the tip, his voice withering to a hoarse tone– ]
Wriothesley, you are mine, you are mine...and I am yours.
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