[ 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. ]
[ if neuvillette keeps this up then wriothesley's not going to be able to hold on and out, because the depth at which he's pushing that tongue is sending him. he hates that he can't brace himself on the floor, even if it wouldn't help all that much. it would still be something. ]
[ he wrestles with the handcuffs as he squirms before neuvillette's growing expertise, the way he's fucked on that tongue earning a heady groan. he bites his lip, hard, blood beading under his teeth as he huffs out a colorful string of curses, because, despite his best efforts, he can't keep from leaking precum. ]
[ catching neuvillette's gaze doesn't help, so he swiftly looks away. ] Let me feel how, how hard you are. [ he digs his shoulders into the floor and tries to shimmy closer, hoping to press himself into neuvillette. ]
[ Neuvillette usually can't deny him much, but he does stay firm this time, holding Wriothesley's body in place and ignoring the request. His tongue flicks in deeper, lapping its way inside a few more times before prying himself back and staring down at Wriothesley. ]
That is two infractions. You not only spilled when I told you not to, but you also ignored your current station and issued an unsanctioned order.
[ Wriothelsey's legs slide from his shoulders onto the ground, and Neuvillette straddles Wriothesley's abdomen, pointedly avoiding touching Wriothesley's dick as he undoes his own pants, his palm gliding across his own erection, freeing it for Wriothesley to see how excited he is for him. ]
I believe disciplinary action is in order unless you wish to apologize.
[ Two fingers from his other hand move to his own mouth, wetting them slowly as he continues to leisurely stroke himself, the casual touch alone enough to already make him shudder on top of Wriothesley. ]
[ fuck. he’s not sure if he should be happy that neuvillette is taking this incredibly seriously or angry. ] I can’t argue the first charge, but it hadn’t been an order… merely a suggestion. [ he huffs a laugh, knowing that likely won’t hold up, but he can’t help but to be a little snarky. ]
[ as neuvillette moves into place on his abdomen he, once again, tests the frustratingly sturdy binds of the handcuffs, wishing he could grab his mate’s waist and flip him backward, so he could immediately plunge into him. he feels dizzy just thinking about all that, and their closeness and the ocean tinged musk coming off neuvillette’s newly freed cock definitely don’t help. ]
I’m not apologizing. [ he briefly looks up from his dick. ] I’m not sorry you turn me on, and I’m definitely not sorry that I want you to rub your dick on me.
[ The fingers fall from his lips as he watches Wriothesley writhe with growing frustration. It is gratifying, in a way, to know he has this effect on Wriothesley, though he can't tell if he should show him any mercy or continue to punish him. He resolves to do the latter, interested to see how far he can push him and because the sight of him looking so desperate is unbearably attractive. ]
So you have chosen disobedience. Then you must endure the consequences.
[ He rises onto his knees, his eyes trained on Wriothesley's face as he pumps his own dick in earnestness, his damp fingers moving to feel underneath himself at he same time as he reaches his hole, pressing inwards –two at a time. He thrusts them in without any grace or preamble, purposely being rough on himself as he imagines Wriothesley doing the same if he were left unbound.
His body shudders with greater force, thighs spreading wider while he milks fluid from the tip of his cock and tries to ignite the nerve endings inside himself that Wriothesley's cock should be pushed up against. His head falls back as he feels himself edging closer to release, his voice ragged and strained as he hisses out– ]
[ he’s curious about how neuvillette is going to proceed since he decided to disobey him. he knows he hadn’t been too keen on this kind of play, but his hesitance aside he’s been doing great, and wriothesley couldn’t be anymore turned on… or so he thought. neuvillette is going to take this a step further, and his brain scrambles to focus, so he can watch as he rises to his knees in preparation for what’s next. ]
[ he licks his lips, swallowing hard, because he so desperately wants to touch his mate. those should be his hands stroking his dick and his fingers fucking him open. ]
Add another finger, Neuvillette. [ he sits up as best he can, hovering dangerously close to neuvillette with an impish smirk. ] Stroke yourself faster. Squeeze harder. [ he might not be able to touch him, but that doesn’t mean he can’t join in the fantasy. ] It’s not enough, is it, you want more, yeah, [ he does his best to buck his hips upward, so even if he can’t probably rut against him he can pitiful run against his inner thigh. ] I have more for you right here.
[ he’s at the end of his rope, and whether or not neuvillette complies doesn’t really matter, since wriothesley is only moments from cumming. ]
[ neuvillette is more dangerous than he ever could have imagined. ]
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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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[ he wrestles with the handcuffs as he squirms before neuvillette's growing expertise, the way he's fucked on that tongue earning a heady groan. he bites his lip, hard, blood beading under his teeth as he huffs out a colorful string of curses, because, despite his best efforts, he can't keep from leaking precum. ]
[ catching neuvillette's gaze doesn't help, so he swiftly looks away. ] Let me feel how, how hard you are. [ he digs his shoulders into the floor and tries to shimmy closer, hoping to press himself into neuvillette. ]
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That is two infractions. You not only spilled when I told you not to, but you also ignored your current station and issued an unsanctioned order.
[ Wriothelsey's legs slide from his shoulders onto the ground, and Neuvillette straddles Wriothesley's abdomen, pointedly avoiding touching Wriothesley's dick as he undoes his own pants, his palm gliding across his own erection, freeing it for Wriothesley to see how excited he is for him. ]
I believe disciplinary action is in order unless you wish to apologize.
[ Two fingers from his other hand move to his own mouth, wetting them slowly as he continues to leisurely stroke himself, the casual touch alone enough to already make him shudder on top of Wriothesley. ]
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[ as neuvillette moves into place on his abdomen he, once again, tests the frustratingly sturdy binds of the handcuffs, wishing he could grab his mate’s waist and flip him backward, so he could immediately plunge into him. he feels dizzy just thinking about all that, and their closeness and the ocean tinged musk coming off neuvillette’s newly freed cock definitely don’t help. ]
I’m not apologizing. [ he briefly looks up from his dick. ] I’m not sorry you turn me on, and I’m definitely not sorry that I want you to rub your dick on me.
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So you have chosen disobedience. Then you must endure the consequences.
[ He rises onto his knees, his eyes trained on Wriothesley's face as he pumps his own dick in earnestness, his damp fingers moving to feel underneath himself at he same time as he reaches his hole, pressing inwards –two at a time. He thrusts them in without any grace or preamble, purposely being rough on himself as he imagines Wriothesley doing the same if he were left unbound.
His body shudders with greater force, thighs spreading wider while he milks fluid from the tip of his cock and tries to ignite the nerve endings inside himself that Wriothesley's cock should be pushed up against. His head falls back as he feels himself edging closer to release, his voice ragged and strained as he hisses out– ]
Wriothesley.
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[ he licks his lips, swallowing hard, because he so desperately wants to touch his mate. those should be his hands stroking his dick and his fingers fucking him open. ]
Add another finger, Neuvillette. [ he sits up as best he can, hovering dangerously close to neuvillette with an impish smirk. ] Stroke yourself faster. Squeeze harder. [ he might not be able to touch him, but that doesn’t mean he can’t join in the fantasy. ] It’s not enough, is it, you want more, yeah, [ he does his best to buck his hips upward, so even if he can’t probably rut against him he can pitiful run against his inner thigh. ] I have more for you right here.
[ he’s at the end of his rope, and whether or not neuvillette complies doesn’t really matter, since wriothesley is only moments from cumming. ]
[ neuvillette is more dangerous than he ever could have imagined. ]
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