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.
s’Right, Neuvi, [ it comes out twisted in a growl, ] I’m yours and you’re mine. [ his declaration comes out hot and heady, and unlike neuvillette he doesn’t bother trying to resist his more primal urges. their hips crash together as Wriothesley begins shamelessly grinding against him. ] Already leaking for me, Neuvillette, …good. [ he purrs, hands moving around to hiss, which he promptly squeezes. ] What a good mate you are.
[ How easy it would be to give in right now –to buck up and let his orgasm engulf him with Wriothesley whispering so many obscene and tender entreaties into his ear. He's so close, he's so close he could burst–
But that's not what Neuvillette promised.
He suddenly rolls them over, eyes and horns glowing faintly as he flattens one hand onto Wriothesley's chest while straddling himself over his hips. ]
That is enough. Please undress yourself and lower yourself onto the ground and on your knees for me.
[ He slides off of him then and makes sure to snatch the handcuffs from Wriothesley's belt. ]
[ there’d be no complaints from him if his beloved dragon partner came without warning. he’s actually going to make it a mission of his! to get him to cum fully clothed. ]
[ but that’s for another time. right now he’s getting slightly winded as neuvillette flips them and tells him to stop. hot, that’s hot. nobody orders the duke around, so having the reins of control taken… he’s into it. ]
Or what? [ he makes a show of unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging it over his shoulders as he drags his hand up his own chest. neuvillette already opened his pants, so one quick shove sends them to the ground. he kicks them off and leaves his boxers on, a very large stain in the stretched fabric just barely concealing his erection. ]
[ Neuvillette takes the moment to try and calm himself, though it is monumentally difficult with Wriothesley undressing layer after layer, unveiling his well-muscled physique, already slightly damp with sweat and littered with scars that Neuvillette is dying to lick across. His slitted pupils enlarge as he slides the handcuffs onto Wriothesley's wrists, locking both his arms securely behind Wriothesley's back. ]
You will obey, or I will refrain from touching you and you will have to watch while I touch myself instead.
[ He releases Wriothesley before sliding onto the edge of the bed and fixing his shirt until he looks presentable again...except for the obvious bulge at the front of his own pants. His legs cross as he motions to the ground once more. ]
[ he had been curious about the punishment neuvillette would ( and could ) give to him, but that… alright, yeah, that’s a pretty good ( bad ) punishment. he doesn’t want to have to sit around, even if he’s certain neuvillette would provide him with a good show. ]
[ the chains of the handcuffs rattle as he gets down on his knees, his muscles rippling as he does so with a bit less finesse than he might normally. his hands are bound after all. ]
How’s this? [ he sits back on his haunches and grins up at him. ] To your liking?
[ It still feels strange to channel more of his mannerisms as Iudex in this scenario, but if Wriothesley is comfortable with him asserting his authority like this, then Neuvillette will persevere. Tartaglia did say Wriothesley might like this, and Neuvillette is determined to commit.
One of his hands draws through Wriothesley's hair gently like he's petting him affectionately, and he continues to drink in the sight of him down on the ground like an eager...dog. ]
Good boy.
[ He stands up afterwards and walks around Wriothesley's prostrated form before pushing the weight of his own shoe against Wriothesley's spine to make him bow even further until his chin touches the floor. ]
You will find that your continued obedience will be well-rewarded. Understood?
[ no complaints so far! it’s a bit thrilling to be on the receiving end of neuvillette’s ‘ruthlessness’. he leans into the touch, getting hard as neuvillette dares to call him a ‘good boy’. he has been making a number of dog jokes at his own expense because he’s not going to let dan feng demean him. ]
[ he grunts as his chin hits the floor, muscles flexing as he lifts up just a little bit, so he can turn his head and gaze up at neuvillette through messy bangs. ] Understood, Monsieur Neuvillette. I’ll be a good boy.
[ The reason for that comparison isn't lost on Neuvillette, and as much as he respects Wriothesley, seeing him like this does arouse some of Neuvillette's more primal sensibilities. ]
Of course, you will. You always follow my orders.
[ The tip of his boot rides the line of Wriothesley's spine downwards slowly before moving off of him. Neuvillette then circles back to Wriothesley's front and grips him by the hair to lift his face off the ground and wrench his head back enough that all the veins on his neck are exposed, lips grazing the side of it just for a moment. ]
Please spread your thighs apart for me and stay still.
[ He releases Wriothesley's hair to nudge his boot between Wriothesley's thighs, helping them slide apart quicker so he can press the ball of one of his feet right against Wriothesley's bulge. ]
You will tell me if it starts to hurt, understood?
What kind of dog would I be if I didn’t know how to follow orders… [ he has to refrain from adjusting to the pressure on his back, a part of him wanting to spread his legs to make it easier to hump himself back on neuvillette’s foot… but he also knows that wouldn’t be fitting if a ‘good boy’. ]
[ the tug to his hair comes as a surprise, and as the veins on his neck budge as he swallows he flashes the iudex with a smirk, spreading his legs and leaving himself almost fully exposed. ] I will, but until then… harder.
[ rutting forward like a bitch in heat he grunts, testing the cuffs, because they’re making it difficult to fuck himself on that foot. his balance is off, and he’s desperate for more. ]
[ His boot applies more pressure against Wriothesley's dick, lining it up with the full length of his sole as he watches Wriothesley's reaction with interest. He's careful not to cross the line into pain as he steps on Wriothesley, his own nails tucked back into his palms so he doesn't touch himself either. He knows he's still on edge from earlier, and he wants to last long enough to make sure Wriothesley unravels with him.
He continues to press down as he starts rubbing up and down through the fabric, watching it dampen further with pre-cum while ignoring his mouth watering at the sight. No one should be allowed to look that alluring while bound and at his mercy, and Wriothesley reigns as a paragon among human beauty. ]
[ he sucks in a sharp breath as neuvillette applies more pressure to his dick, which has already thoroughly stained the tight confines of his pants. he rocks against his foot, his own mouth dropping open as he grunts with each movement, because not only does he want more pressure, but he also needs. more. air. ]
[ as his chest rapidly rises and falls he starts to drool, his thoughts scattering in about a hundred different directions as he lets himself succumb to the pleasure. ]
It feels great. You can press harder, Chief Justice. [ he pulls on the handcuffs, flashing him with a sharp smirk. ] I’ll be fine. And I am, in close… do you really want to see me spill in my pants?
[ A positive response. Neuvillette sets his worries aside and presses harder, grinding his boot sole down a few strokes longer to bring Wriothesley closer to the edge too before shifting his foot to Wriothesley's chest to suddenly knock him off-balance onto his back and onto his bound hands. ]
Not yet. Do not finish until I tell you.
[ He drops down to the ground and pulls off Wriothesley's boxers, tossing them aside before repositioning Wriothesley's legs over his own shoulders. His breath ghosts over Wriothesley's neglected erection, ignoring it completely as he lifts Wriothesley's lower body, supporting it well, before his pointed dragon tongue sweeps across Wriothesley's hole just once. ]
Remember what I said. Not even a single drop. You will continue to be a good boy for me, will you not?
[ his fingers dig into his palms as if helping in some fashion to brace himself as his movements against the sole of neuvillette’s boot edge on frantic. he’s close, so close, and he doesn’t care if he makes a mess of himself, …but neuvillette surprises him with a change of plans. his back his the ground, arms tensing as he tries to roll onto his side, since the position isn’t comfortable, but neuvillette is on him no more than an instant later. ]
Neuville- [ with his boxers torn off his erection springs free, and while it’s liberating the cold air that immediately hits it earns a hiss. ] What are y- [ his thoughts shatter, head going empty as neuvillette teases him. his legs aren’t bound, so he can easily dig his heel into neuvillette’s back, urging him to give him more. ]
T- Tall order, Monsieur, but I think I can manage. Is my reward going to be you filling me with more than your tongue?
[ He closes his eyes and licks Wriothesley further open, his tongue slightly longer than a human's and able to reach fairly deep. Both hands stay locked around Wriothesley's thighs, holding them steady as he tastes him, relishing the heat within his body and the tight clench of muscles around his tongue. He wants to keep pushing Wriothesley as much as he can, wondering if he'll break or maintain his discipline –Neuvillette doesn't know which he'd prefer at this point.
His fingers dig harder into Wriothesley's plush thigh, the other gripping one of his ass cheeks to keep it spread as his tongue curls upwards. He can feel every twitch and tremor of Wriothesley's body, can smell the weighted musk of his arousal, can hear all his hitched breaths as his own dick pounds between his legs with want.
His slitted eyes flick upwards practically daring Wriothesley to let go. ]
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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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But that's not what Neuvillette promised.
He suddenly rolls them over, eyes and horns glowing faintly as he flattens one hand onto Wriothesley's chest while straddling himself over his hips. ]
That is enough. Please undress yourself and lower yourself onto the ground and on your knees for me.
[ He slides off of him then and makes sure to snatch the handcuffs from Wriothesley's belt. ]
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[ but that’s for another time. right now he’s getting slightly winded as neuvillette flips them and tells him to stop. hot, that’s hot. nobody orders the duke around, so having the reins of control taken… he’s into it. ]
Or what? [ he makes a show of unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging it over his shoulders as he drags his hand up his own chest. neuvillette already opened his pants, so one quick shove sends them to the ground. he kicks them off and leaves his boxers on, a very large stain in the stretched fabric just barely concealing his erection. ]
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You will obey, or I will refrain from touching you and you will have to watch while I touch myself instead.
[ He releases Wriothesley before sliding onto the edge of the bed and fixing his shirt until he looks presentable again...except for the obvious bulge at the front of his own pants. His legs cross as he motions to the ground once more. ]
On your knees please. I will not repeat myself.
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[ the chains of the handcuffs rattle as he gets down on his knees, his muscles rippling as he does so with a bit less finesse than he might normally. his hands are bound after all. ]
How’s this? [ he sits back on his haunches and grins up at him. ] To your liking?
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One of his hands draws through Wriothesley's hair gently like he's petting him affectionately, and he continues to drink in the sight of him down on the ground like an eager...dog. ]
Good boy.
[ He stands up afterwards and walks around Wriothesley's prostrated form before pushing the weight of his own shoe against Wriothesley's spine to make him bow even further until his chin touches the floor. ]
You will find that your continued obedience will be well-rewarded. Understood?
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[ he grunts as his chin hits the floor, muscles flexing as he lifts up just a little bit, so he can turn his head and gaze up at neuvillette through messy bangs. ] Understood, Monsieur Neuvillette. I’ll be a good boy.
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Of course, you will. You always follow my orders.
[ The tip of his boot rides the line of Wriothesley's spine downwards slowly before moving off of him. Neuvillette then circles back to Wriothesley's front and grips him by the hair to lift his face off the ground and wrench his head back enough that all the veins on his neck are exposed, lips grazing the side of it just for a moment. ]
Please spread your thighs apart for me and stay still.
[ He releases Wriothesley's hair to nudge his boot between Wriothesley's thighs, helping them slide apart quicker so he can press the ball of one of his feet right against Wriothesley's bulge. ]
You will tell me if it starts to hurt, understood?
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[ the tug to his hair comes as a surprise, and as the veins on his neck budge as he swallows he flashes the iudex with a smirk, spreading his legs and leaving himself almost fully exposed. ] I will, but until then… harder.
[ rutting forward like a bitch in heat he grunts, testing the cuffs, because they’re making it difficult to fuck himself on that foot. his balance is off, and he’s desperate for more. ]
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He continues to press down as he starts rubbing up and down through the fabric, watching it dampen further with pre-cum while ignoring his mouth watering at the sight. No one should be allowed to look that alluring while bound and at his mercy, and Wriothesley reigns as a paragon among human beauty. ]
Tell me how it feels. Are you close?
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[ as his chest rapidly rises and falls he starts to drool, his thoughts scattering in about a hundred different directions as he lets himself succumb to the pleasure. ]
It feels great. You can press harder, Chief Justice. [ he pulls on the handcuffs, flashing him with a sharp smirk. ] I’ll be fine. And I am, in close… do you really want to see me spill in my pants?
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Not yet. Do not finish until I tell you.
[ He drops down to the ground and pulls off Wriothesley's boxers, tossing them aside before repositioning Wriothesley's legs over his own shoulders. His breath ghosts over Wriothesley's neglected erection, ignoring it completely as he lifts Wriothesley's lower body, supporting it well, before his pointed dragon tongue sweeps across Wriothesley's hole just once. ]
Remember what I said. Not even a single drop. You will continue to be a good boy for me, will you not?
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Neuville- [ with his boxers torn off his erection springs free, and while it’s liberating the cold air that immediately hits it earns a hiss. ] What are y- [ his thoughts shatter, head going empty as neuvillette teases him. his legs aren’t bound, so he can easily dig his heel into neuvillette’s back, urging him to give him more. ]
T- Tall order, Monsieur, but I think I can manage. Is my reward going to be you filling me with more than your tongue?
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[ He closes his eyes and licks Wriothesley further open, his tongue slightly longer than a human's and able to reach fairly deep. Both hands stay locked around Wriothesley's thighs, holding them steady as he tastes him, relishing the heat within his body and the tight clench of muscles around his tongue. He wants to keep pushing Wriothesley as much as he can, wondering if he'll break or maintain his discipline –Neuvillette doesn't know which he'd prefer at this point.
His fingers dig harder into Wriothesley's plush thigh, the other gripping one of his ass cheeks to keep it spread as his tongue curls upwards. He can feel every twitch and tremor of Wriothesley's body, can smell the weighted musk of his arousal, can hear all his hitched breaths as his own dick pounds between his legs with want.
His slitted eyes flick upwards practically daring Wriothesley to let go. ]
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