[ 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. ]
[ That should be him giving orders instead of Wriothesley, but his thoughts are quickly swirling together into an amorphous haze in his brain the more fingers he pushes into himself and the faster he strokes his own cock, wanting it so badly to be Wriothesley too. Wanting Wriothesley's rough fingers, his large palm, the scent of his arousal curling beneath Neuvillette's nostrils.
He meant this to be a punishment for Wriothesley, but the emptiness feels too depriving. ]
I know you do. I want it, too.
[ He doesn't take the handcuffs off, but he does readjust himself, moving to sit on Wriothesley's thighs so he can line up their cocks together. He's too close to do anything more than stroke the two of their dicks together, squeezing inwards as he approaches the tips. His pace grows completely frenetic until his orgasm finally slams through him, leaving him gasping hoarsely and finally spilling onto Wriothesley's stomach and thighs. ]
[ and, here, he thought he'd lost control completely. looks like that's not true at all. perhaps it's a bit manipulative to coerce neuvillette into doing what he wants while he's stuck in a thick haze of heady desire, but wriothesley wants it too. he wants to see his mate come apart because of him. if he can't touch him, then he can at least make him touch himself because of him. ]
I know you do. Keep going. You're doing so good, Neuvillette.
[ he doesn't hold out nearly as long as neuvillette, and as soon as he joins their dicks together and begins stroking them he comes apart, spilling onto himself with a deep groan of his name. he wilts back onto the floor as neuvillette continues to stroke them both, bringing himself to orgasm and getting wriothesley hard all over again. ]
Remove, remove the cuffs, Neuvillette. I think... I think you're in need of a little discipline.
[ Neuvillette is in need of discipline? Granted, his performance did deteriorate at the end, and there's a good reason why he normally leaves the court theatrics to Furina. But given that it was his first time, he would like to think it was still a respectable attempt.
He does remove the handcuffs when his brain reboots enough, tossing them aside and kissing Wriothesley's wrists first as if to apologize for any strain on them he may have caused. ]
May I ask what I did incorrectly? Or are you disciplining for the sake of disciplining?
[ He is still not entirely sure about the appeal of it but is curious enough to try. ]
[ as soon as the cuffs have been removed he waits until neuvillette has kissed his sore wrists before giving them a rub, himself. ] Nothing. You didn’t do anything incorrectly. I was sticking to the script. You disciplined me, so I think it’s only fair that I return the favor… however, if you’d rather not, then we can potentially save it for another time.
But you did great. [ he looos an arm around his middle and tugs him closely - happy to just be able to touch him again. ] You put on an exceptional performance. It was incredibly hot.
I am relieved it was an enjoyable experience for you.
[ He will have to work more on not folding too soon, but he was also worried about pushing Wriothesley too much and making the pleasure bridge too far into discomfort. He brushes a hand through the short strands on the back of Wriothesley's neck as he kisses him softer and more leisurely than before. ]
As much as the idea appeals to me, I would prefer we save it for when I am the one bound up in your handcuffs. Then you can attempt to punish me as you please.
[ He wonders how it would feel or if his body will react in a similar manner as before. For Wriothesley's sake, he hopes not as he doesn't want to derail their intimacy again.
For now, he starts removing his soiled clothes so he can lie with Wriothesley in bed and recover some energy. ]
…try not to worry so much. [ he coos, nuzzling into neuvillette as his own eyes fall shut, fatigue setting in faster than he’d anticipated. ] Anything involved you, Neuvillette, is going to end up an enjoyable experience. I’m here for you. [ he turns his head and gives his cheek a chaste kiss, reluctantly having to release him, so he can remove his clothes. ]
But that sounds good. It gives me time to think of all of the devious things I want to do to you. [ he chuckles quietly, tugging him back against himself as soon as he’s nude. ] And all the places I want to mark you.
[ He's just as happy to crawl back into Wriothesley's bed and under the warm blankets, immediately tangling their limbs together as he pushes his face into Wriothesley's neck. Wriothesley still smells of fresh sweat and sex, and his nose can't stop nuzzling its way against his skin, inhaling the scent straight to pit of his stomach, eyes closed in bliss. ]
Mark me anywhere you desire. I am curious where your imagination will lead you, and I trust you.
[ With all his heart. All his soul. He lowers his head to push one last kiss on the bite mark he left on Wriothesley's skin, content that they match at last. ]
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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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He meant this to be a punishment for Wriothesley, but the emptiness feels too depriving. ]
I know you do. I want it, too.
[ He doesn't take the handcuffs off, but he does readjust himself, moving to sit on Wriothesley's thighs so he can line up their cocks together. He's too close to do anything more than stroke the two of their dicks together, squeezing inwards as he approaches the tips. His pace grows completely frenetic until his orgasm finally slams through him, leaving him gasping hoarsely and finally spilling onto Wriothesley's stomach and thighs. ]
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I know you do. Keep going. You're doing so good, Neuvillette.
[ he doesn't hold out nearly as long as neuvillette, and as soon as he joins their dicks together and begins stroking them he comes apart, spilling onto himself with a deep groan of his name. he wilts back onto the floor as neuvillette continues to stroke them both, bringing himself to orgasm and getting wriothesley hard all over again. ]
Remove, remove the cuffs, Neuvillette. I think... I think you're in need of a little discipline.
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He does remove the handcuffs when his brain reboots enough, tossing them aside and kissing Wriothesley's wrists first as if to apologize for any strain on them he may have caused. ]
May I ask what I did incorrectly? Or are you disciplining for the sake of disciplining?
[ He is still not entirely sure about the appeal of it but is curious enough to try. ]
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But you did great. [ he looos an arm around his middle and tugs him closely - happy to just be able to touch him again. ] You put on an exceptional performance. It was incredibly hot.
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[ He will have to work more on not folding too soon, but he was also worried about pushing Wriothesley too much and making the pleasure bridge too far into discomfort. He brushes a hand through the short strands on the back of Wriothesley's neck as he kisses him softer and more leisurely than before. ]
As much as the idea appeals to me, I would prefer we save it for when I am the one bound up in your handcuffs. Then you can attempt to punish me as you please.
[ He wonders how it would feel or if his body will react in a similar manner as before. For Wriothesley's sake, he hopes not as he doesn't want to derail their intimacy again.
For now, he starts removing his soiled clothes so he can lie with Wriothesley in bed and recover some energy. ]
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But that sounds good. It gives me time to think of all of the devious things I want to do to you. [ he chuckles quietly, tugging him back against himself as soon as he’s nude. ] And all the places I want to mark you.
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Mark me anywhere you desire. I am curious where your imagination will lead you, and I trust you.
[ With all his heart. All his soul. He lowers his head to push one last kiss on the bite mark he left on Wriothesley's skin, content that they match at last. ]