...heh, [ oh neuvillette. ] I'm afraid this is nothing like the orders I give to the inmates. [ but he wonders if neuvillette would be up for some roleplaying sometime. ] I'm acting as a guide right now, an instructor, but if you like getting ordered around, ... [ he chuckles. ] I'm afraid I don't make them do anything. It's up to them to train. Oftentimes their coaches will be the ones running drills. I do fight in the ring sometime, but 'sparring' is as close to training with me they'll get.
[ he takes his heel and presses it into his belly. wriothesley takes another step forward, forcing him to stretch the muscle. ] Keep your other leg flat on the ground. Don't let it slide up.
[ He does his best to follow orders, staring up at Wriothesley as he listens. Though the movements ache slightly do the unfamiliarity of contorting his body like this, he doesn't find them that bothersome. What he does find bothersome is Wriothesley stroking and manipulating his leg in a manner that has all his nerve endings rising at full attention and rapidly being ignited. ]
I would not be opposed to a repeat performance in a better venue and for purposes beyond simply meeting the requirements of your burden.
[ Once Wriothesley close enough, he grips him by the front of the shirt and yanks him even closer to whisper against his ear: ]
We could fulfill your own previous request to keep me bound as you command me, and I would meet your every whim and desire. And should I commit an error, you can also punish me, Your Grace.
I'm not opposed to getting together to do this more often. Exercise, that is. It would do nothing but help in a place like this. I... get up at the crack of dawn in the morning to run, so you could come along with me. We would stretch beforehand and then do cardio afterward, ... [ and then eat breakfast together. shower, cuddle, ...the possibilities are endless. ]
[ n- neuvillette! the door to the basement isn't locked, and now he's halfway to a boner. ] ... [ at least until he calls him 'your grace', and he swears the blood all rushes to his dick so fast he feels like he might just pass out. ] We, uh, w- we could, if you... [ sorry, his brain is rebooting. ] If you wanted.
[ He knows he is being terribly distracting at the moment instead of helpful, but it is rather difficult to focus on anything else but the red gathering at Wriothesley's cheeks and the spike in arousal from his scent. The leg Wriothesley had been working on suddenly hooks around Wriothesley's waist as Neuvillette draws him close. His own eyes then flick from Wriothesley's gaze to his lips. ]
Why don't you finish stretching me until I am ready for something more physically intensive, then you can practice giving me orders? Please do not be gentle with me. My body is far from frail.
-! M- Monsieur. [ he stumbles straight into him as he licks his lips. he's trying not to think with his dick, but it's getting increasingly hard. ] I'm not sure I'm going to last the full 20 minutes I need for this Burden if you keep talking like that, Neuvillette. [ he's trying SO HARD to be good. ] ... [ stop putting THOUGHTS into his head. ] You really want me to order you around, huh?
[ He kisses Wriothesley chastely, barely restraining himself from rocking his own hips upwards. How easy it would be... ]
I do, but only in so far as ordering me which position and exercise you would like me to perform. We can consider escalating matters from there once you have fulfilled your burden's required task.
[ His leg loosens to release Wriothesley, and he switches to the right one so he can continue his hamstring stretches. ]
I'm getting mixed signals here, Neuvillette. [ and now he has a boner! he hopes that it's not that obvious, but he's certain neuvillette knows. ] ...mm, let's get back to it then. Here, let me help.
[ he moves into position to assist in stretching neuvillette, but he slots his foot right against his taint, so when he leans forward to aid in the actual stretch he's pressing his foot against the bottom of his dick. ]
[ Neuvillette's eyes widen at the sudden pressure against his dick, feeling the sole of Wriothesley's foot bear down on him enough to make it react. He swallows down his own groan as his hips lurch up and rock straight into the touch. ]
You are the one sending mixed signals now. I may not know much about proper stretching techniques, but this one seems highly questionable.
[ Not that he's doing much to stop it as blood rapidly swells between his legs. ]
Are you, [ he quirks his head playfully. ] because I’m just following your lead. [ his grin broadens as he removes his foot, leaning down for neuvillette’s hand. he’s not going to linger on that for too long but he IS going to move right into another compromising position. ] Let’s do another stretch… for both the hamstrings and the quads.
I want you to stand, feet together, and then try to touch your toes.
[ Neuvillette takes the hand and stands, a little relieved he's not being provoked further, or this workout really is going to end up terribly derailed. Granted, being asked to bend over is also not really helpful, but he recognizes that that is at least a legitimate stretching maneuver. ]
Please phrase it closer to an order next time, Your Grace. You are supposed to be practicing.
[ He does as asked though, bending down and touching the tips of his feet with his fingers before maintaining the position. ]
... [ alright, fine, he can do this more that fashion. he smirks and, as neuvillette bends over, he spanks him. ] Mouth shut, trainee. Don't talk back to your instructor. [ his hand move up to the small of his back, so he can guide him back into position. he holds him there, counting back from 20, and once he reaches one he takes the position behind him. ] Count back from 20, go. [ is he going to grind his dick against him each time he counts back... yes. ]
[ The slap to his ass makes his whole body jolt slightly and nearly knocks him off balance, but he stays put, determined to follow orders. He asked for this, and he wants to show that he can remain disciplined even if Wriothesley is making it all the more difficult by the second.
He can feel every stroke of Wriothesley's dick against his ass as he carefully counts backwards from 20, his tail swept away to make it easier for him and his legs starting to tremble as more blood pools between his thighs until he's noticeably aroused. ]
...good, that's real good, Neuvillette, and you're doing phenomenal. I'm impressed. [ he purrs, continuing to pepper the work out in praise as his hand moves up and down neuvillette's thigh. ] Finished, monsieur, ...not yet. [ he shakes his head and fits his leg in between both of neuvillette's, trying to spread his legs wide... and this is only because he wants to see him showing himself off. he really is gorgeous. ]
How are you feeling? I think we've stretched enough, don't you think, we can move on to something else.
[ Being praised by Wriothesley in that sultry tone of voice fills the pit of his gut with a compressed heat that threatens to billow outwards, and his muscles are already feeling scorched from straining so much to maintain his position that he's rapidly growing overwhelmed. He wants to reach back and keep Wriothesley flushed against him as he grinds down on his leg, but he's trying to be good. Trying to behave, even as his legs are racked with tremors. ]
I feel ready to move onto the exercise portion of this lesson.
[ He lifts himself up to his full height and tries to maintain his focus on actually exercising and not watching Wriothesley's matching bulge. ]
[ the both of them are doing their best to be good, but neither the duke nor the iudex actually want to be good. ] Now that we've finished stretching... [ he takes each of neuvillette's wrists, guiding them into something defensive. ] Let's see how well you can throw a punch. A quick jab, Monsieur... like this. [ he takes a step back to demonstrate. ] One, two, ...three. [ right, left, right again. ]
[ and then he's moving behind him to help with his form and get handsy. ]
[ The heat pouring off Wriothesley's body and the scent of his arousal flooding their way around Neuvillette's nostrils is enough to make him feel a little dizzy as he tries to shift into a proper boxing stance –both hands curled to fists as he waits for Wriothesley to adjust his form for him. ]
Should I spread my legs wider to maintain my center of gravity? And to which degree should I keep my upper body turned?
...hm, [ he hums, taking neuvillette's waist in hand. ] you know what, yeah, go ahead and widen your stance. [ but he doesn't wait for neuvillette to do so, and instead he wedges a leg in between both of his to move them apart himself. but, not only that, he rubs his knee up against him. ] Like this is fine. [ yeah, he's kind of over the lesson, so he lifts a hand to sweep neuvillette's ponytail aside so he can kiss the back of his neck. ]
[ His tail coils around Wriothesley's upper thigh a few times as Neuvillette starts to drop the pretense of working out as well. This feels a lot more rewarding, his fingers reaching back to dig into Wriothesley's hair as he pulls him tighter to his neck with a soft moan. ]
I have a suggestion for our next exercise maneuver, if you are willing. I believe it may provide an adequate amount of physical release for the both of us.
[ that tail is dangerously close to his erection, so it's not making it easy to keep his thoughts in order. ]
[ he chuckles against his skin, giving him another couple of kisses when he's prompted. ] ...mmm, I'm all ears, Monsieur. I think it's only fair that you're rewarded with choosing our next exercise.
[ His eyes flutter shut, indulging Wriothesley's lips on his neck for a few seconds longer, especially when they near his mating bite, before he reluctantly pulls away just so he can turn around and press Wriothesley up against the wall. He sinks to his knees a moment later and tugs Wriothesley's pants and underwear down his thighs, staring up at him as both his eyes and horns light up with excitement at the sight of Wriothesley already and ready for him. ]
It is your turn to spread your legs for me, Your Grace. I promise you will enjoy what awaits you.
[ he leans back against the wall, so he can more easily step out of his pants and kick them aside. he widens his stance with a smirk, because he’s way too pleased with this turn of events. ] I don’t doubt that, Monsieur. [ he reaches down to cup his face, running his thumb over his lips. ] You’d mentioned using your Hydro the next time we… get together, so how about adding that into the mix too, hm?
You appear to be reading my mind well, Your Grace.
[ His lips press just underneath Wriothesley's navel before he sits back on his legs just so he can focus on using his hydromancy, shaping it carefully into a dragon-shaped dick with defined ridges and a pointed tip, longer and with more girth than his own in his present human form but still able to fit. It takes some concentration to maintain it, but he has been practicing for Wriothesley's sake. ]
How is this? To your liking, or would you prefer a more human shape?
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It is admittedly peculiar being ordered by you as though I was one of your inmates. Peculiar yet unexpectedly stimulating.
Do you often make them perform drills such as this before pankration matches?
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[ he takes his heel and presses it into his belly. wriothesley takes another step forward, forcing him to stretch the muscle. ] Keep your other leg flat on the ground. Don't let it slide up.
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I would not be opposed to a repeat performance in a better venue and for purposes beyond simply meeting the requirements of your burden.
[ Once Wriothesley close enough, he grips him by the front of the shirt and yanks him even closer to whisper against his ear: ]
We could fulfill your own previous request to keep me bound as you command me, and I would meet your every whim and desire. And should I commit an error, you can also punish me, Your Grace.
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Why don't you finish stretching me until I am ready for something more physically intensive, then you can practice giving me orders? Please do not be gentle with me. My body is far from frail.
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I do, but only in so far as ordering me which position and exercise you would like me to perform. We can consider escalating matters from there once you have fulfilled your burden's required task.
[ His leg loosens to release Wriothesley, and he switches to the right one so he can continue his hamstring stretches. ]
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[ he moves into position to assist in stretching neuvillette, but he slots his foot right against his taint, so when he leans forward to aid in the actual stretch he's pressing his foot against the bottom of his dick. ]
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You are the one sending mixed signals now. I may not know much about proper stretching techniques, but this one seems highly questionable.
[ Not that he's doing much to stop it as blood rapidly swells between his legs. ]
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I want you to stand, feet together, and then try to touch your toes.
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Please phrase it closer to an order next time, Your Grace. You are supposed to be practicing.
[ He does as asked though, bending down and touching the tips of his feet with his fingers before maintaining the position. ]
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He can feel every stroke of Wriothesley's dick against his ass as he carefully counts backwards from 20, his tail swept away to make it easier for him and his legs starting to tremble as more blood pools between his thighs until he's noticeably aroused. ]
...I am finished, Your Grace.
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How are you feeling? I think we've stretched enough, don't you think, we can move on to something else.
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I feel ready to move onto the exercise portion of this lesson.
[ He lifts himself up to his full height and tries to maintain his focus on actually exercising and not watching Wriothesley's matching bulge. ]
What do you wish for me to do next, Your Grace?
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Should I spread my legs wider to maintain my center of gravity? And to which degree should I keep my upper body turned?
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I have a suggestion for our next exercise maneuver, if you are willing. I believe it may provide an adequate amount of physical release for the both of us.
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[ he chuckles against his skin, giving him another couple of kisses when he's prompted. ] ...mmm, I'm all ears, Monsieur. I think it's only fair that you're rewarded with choosing our next exercise.
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It is your turn to spread your legs for me, Your Grace. I promise you will enjoy what awaits you.
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[ His lips press just underneath Wriothesley's navel before he sits back on his legs just so he can focus on using his hydromancy, shaping it carefully into a dragon-shaped dick with defined ridges and a pointed tip, longer and with more girth than his own in his present human form but still able to fit. It takes some concentration to maintain it, but he has been practicing for Wriothesley's sake. ]
How is this? To your liking, or would you prefer a more human shape?
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