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Is it? I... hm, I suppose I have experienced some very light pain and found it quite pleasurable. But this- [He's not sure if he'd enjoy this kind of treatment. But that isn't important at the moment. Wriothesley does and that's all that matters.

He continues to look down at Wriothesley, a glint in his eyes at what he says. He makes a soft, deep noise, a singular, rare chuckle.] Then I am adequately expressing my desires. [He rubs the pad of his finger along the slit of Wriothesley's cock, once again skating the line between teasing and painful. As he does, he runs the tip of his sharp thumbnail up along his shaft.]

I am not immune to seeing you like this. [He leans down to tug at Wriothesley's lips with his teeth again. He all but growls when Wriothesley once again tries to thrust against his hand, flicking his cock mercilessly as a punishment.] But you'll take what you are given.

You going to judge me again, Chief Justice? [There's no malice in his voice though. It's teasing and playful.

Besides, the importance is that this was consensual. As far as consensual goes when they're somewhat forced into it, but Wriothesley doesn't think he'd enjoy this if it were a stranger. It was because he knew that Neuvillette respected him highly that being degraded by the man was more arousing than insulting.] It's enjoyable because it's you.

[Being desired by the man he respected and being treated like this was arousing. He keens as a cocktail of pain and pleasure wracks through his body as the other funs a nail against the sensitive skin of his erection. And, oh does that growl make his cock twitch with want. He wants to hear it again.

He shudders, but gives the other a grin.] Mm, and what if I don't behave, huh? What are you going to do about it? [Man who knows better not to be disobedient definitely being disobedient.]

If it were up to me - no. There are laws against being tried for the same crime more than once. [The fact that Wriothesley is attempting to tease and flirt seems lost on him. This is a very important principle of the law. It's obviously vitally important that he makes sure Wriothesley understands it right at this moment.

He tilts his head slightly, but seems to very much appreciate that answer.] Very well. I will try to make it as enjoyable as possible but please do not hesitate to make requests. [It's obvious he's still pretty unsure of himself, but eager to try to please.

His approval only seems to increase at the question, pupils dilating as he thinks of the possibilities.] Then you will force me to make you behave. [He grabs his chin firm, forcing Wriothesley to look up at him.] Is that what you want? [He shifts his foot, this time tucking his foot under Wriothesley and nudging upward to press against his sack teasingly as he continues to stroke him, fingers now wrapped around his cock for firm, slow strokes.]

[Wriothesley can't help but laugh in response. The flirting was completely lost on the other, but he can only feel endeared about it. It's just expected that Neuvillette would not have any idea. Sure, it's not sexy and probably doesn't help them get out of this elevator any quicker, but a guy can laugh during sex. Even if his dick is being a bit abused by the other.]

Aren't you supposed to be punishing me? I don't think I should be making req-ahh. [He shudders as the other presses against his balls as they continue to stroke his cock, precum leaking from the tip.

Wriothesley could be good and behave, but the exhilaration at Neuvillette putting him in his place is too alluring.] I just don't think you have it in you to do it. [Challenging words and haughty tone.]

[The laugh certainly seems to throw him off a little. He'll be pouring over that particular exchange a few times when he thinks about this whole thing later. For the moment, he knows he needs to simply move past his confusion.]

I never promised to honor the requests, Wriothesley, only that you could make them. [He rubs his finger along the slit, smearing around the precum before bringing his finger to his mouth to taste Wriothesley, pupils dilating with obvious desire.]

You say as much, but you've been quite obedient so far. [He's learned a little bit since their first time together and he's fairly confident he can tease Wriothesley without allowing release until the man is desperate and begging. It seems like a suitable punishment in his mind. In fact, he can think of a few suitable punishments.

Tangling his hand into Wriothesley's hair, he tilts his head back, stepping closer and pushing the rather risque panties he'd been dressed in aside, parting his vent to free his cocks, stroking one as he pushes the other closer to Wriothesley's mouth.] Open your mouth.

Getting a guy's hopes, ahh hah..., up... [Not that Wriothesley has always been big on making requests to Neuvillette. His requests had always been strictly business before and it seemed that wasn't changing anytime soon. At least he doesn't think the other will be able to force a request out of him at the moment.

But now that Neuvillette has given him a reason to disobey, he definitely was going to. Just that bit of challenge and the other's words incite him to be less than cordial. He wants to see if Neuvillette can make him behave. They seems to sure that he'll continue to be obedient.

So he doesn't open his mouth. He barely moves his lips when he speaks, determined not to give the other the satisfaction.

Even if he would love to go to town on Neuvillette's cocks again. He can resist his wants to be a bit of a brat though. A disobedient dog.] Mm...make me.

[He moves quickly, without warning, his hand tangling into Wriothesley's hair to tug his head back with a sharp pull. He hopes this will either result in a gasp or naturally start to pull his mouth open because of the angle.

And, just in case that is not convincing enough, he reaches down to pinch one of his nipples hard.]

If you continue to be difficult, I'm quite confident I can tease you until you beg. Is that what you want? [He says it like it's a threat, a low, stern growl, but they both know it likely isn't.]

[He chokes back a moan when the other yanks. Oh, how he loved the way the other was treating him roughly. He thought about this the first time too, but he never expected Neuvillette to be such a domineering lover and he was honestly drinking it up. His cock twitches with want and precum leaks as the other abuses his nipple.

Still, he stubbornly refuses to open his mouth for the other.

He was so damn aroused though. Wriothesley loved sucking the other off the first time, but he wanted to push more and see if Neuvillette could actually get him to beg. The idea was hot. He shudders a little but manages to smirk all the same.] I bet you can't.

Very well. But I can assure you, my patience will outlast yours. [His voice is a low rumble.

There's suddenly a distinct lack of contact, Neuvillette's hand gone from his hair as he puts just enough space between them to push him backward onto his back. Just as quickly, he's on top of him, straddling his chest squarely to pin him in place.

This position gives him a good amount of room to work. Putting one hand firmly down just above Wriothesley's collarbone to hold him in place, he reaches back with the other. Instead of stroking his cock, however, he merely wraps a finger and thumb tightly around the base to keep Wriothesley from climaxing even if he wanted to.

Neuvillette's horns glow faintly, a telltale sign he's using magic, though what he's doing isn't clear until a tendril of water teases over Wriothesley's thighs and up over his cock, engulfing it tightly for a moment before slipping away and trailing down between his legs to tease over his entrance and then back up to his balls, Neuvillette's gaze intensely watching Wriothesley's every reaction.]

[There's a sound of surprised as the other pushes him back.] Wha-!

[Oh. It wasn't the force in which the other pushed him back and sat on his chest, but merely the situation of it all that steals the breath from his lungs. The way the other is so scantily clad and forcing him down. It's hot as hell and he can't find the words until he feels a cool tendril start slinking up his thigh.] Neuvillette- What- [Oh. Holy shit. He never thought about the other's control over hydro other than it was natural to the man. He certainly didn't think about its use in a sexual setting. Where did Neuvillette learn...?

He instinctively clenches when he feels it tease over his entrance, his cock twitching. Oh, he wanted it. How can he not? Seeing Neuvillette put him in his place and use Hydro in a way that he was pretty sure not how one would consider applying it is was a huge turn on. His gaze lifts to Neuvillette's face, eyes unfocused with a haze of lust.]

[It all seemed like a natural progression to him. His hands were busy but he still wanted to touch Wriothesley in other places, so why not create a tendril of water to run along the skin he couldn't touch at the moment? It seems to him a perfectly reasonable solution.

He watches Wriothesley's reaction closely for any hint of discomfort, instead what he feels is the way Wriothesley's cock twitches to attention in his watchful grasp and the unmistakable way he looks up at him. He nearly smirks in response, his expression mostly unchanged but somehow still slightly smug.

The tendril moves back to where he'd garnered the most reaction, teasing over his hole.] Should I push inside? It certainly seems like what you desire...

[Even in his haze, Wriothesley is still sharp. Or maybe it has been years of being close to the other man that makes them so easy for him to read. While some would not notice the slight change in expression, the warden certainly had. Confidence has never looked so hot until the Chief Justice has you under their thumb.

And if he wasn't weak to it.

He writhes and squirms and an embarrassing whine leaves the back of his throat. He won't beg. He still has his wits, but oh, he wants it. He wants the other to fuck him already.] A-Ah. Neuvillette, come on...

[He continues teasing, coming tantilizingly close to pushing into him but holding back, making him squirm. That whine makes his cocks twitch and forces him to quell his own eagerness. At least, for the moment.

His fingers fan across Wriothesley's throat as he shifts, rocking his hips to grind a cock wetly along Wriothesley's defined abs.]

Come on? Hm. That's not a very polite way to ask, is it? I think you can do better. [He trails his fingers lower, pointed nails lightly scraping over his chest before pausing to first tease and then pinch one of his nipples, wanting to see the reaction again.]

[He really wants to learn where on Teyvat that Neuvillette learned how to fucking tease like this. There's no damn way this man was a virgin who didn't even understand the concept of anal was now teasing him into a tizzy. And he thanks whatever damn Archon gave him the opportunity to be in this situation because he is so damn turned on.

His moans are shameless as he bucks his hips, an instant reaction to the other teasing his chest.] Fuck. [Oh, this was a losing battle, and yet-]

H-Hah...no. [Stubborn to the end, even if his body was being far more honest about what he truly wanted.]

[Unfortunately, as usual, Neuvillette likely has no more answers than Wriothesley does. Ancient memories, perhaps? Instinct? Who could say?

Neuvillette looks down at him, the writhing and gasping, and raises an eyebrow at Wriothesley's stubborn refusal to simply say please. If he wants any relief, however, he'll need to give in and Neuvillette is prepared to drag it out of him. The thumb and forefinger he has ringed around the base of Wriothesley's cock tighten slightly, wanting to ensure he won't find any relief there, before sliding back slightly, just enough so that the head of his cock rubs against his ass. Yet another source of stimulation for him as the tendril of water teases against him and his free hand circles a nipple, pinching when he thinks Wriothesley needs an extra little jolt.]

All it takes is one simple word, Wriothesley... I would very much like to give you what you want, but...

[Look, some people are stubborn and some people get really turned on when they're pushed to an edge. Wriothesley is that kind of person. It's so much more enjoyable to hold off on as long as possible. How good it will feel when he finally has it.

And Archons does he want it so bad right now. To be filled. For any friction on his cock. His body is cracking.]

Neuvillette. [His tone edges into desperation.] Please.

[Something very close to a satisfied smile plays across Neuvillette's features. The desperation in Wriothesley's voice causes a wave of deep desire that he hadn't quite expected.

He's quick to reward him now that he's given him exactly what he'd wanted.]

Good boy. [He hums the words as he runs his finger through Wriothesley's hair as he sinks the water tendril into him slowly, quickly finding a faster rhythm once he feels Wriothesley relax under him.

And, mercifully, he loosens his grip around the base of his cock, turning his hand to instead stroke him in time with the thrusts of the tendril.]

[Oh. Oh. Honestly, if he were a weaker man, hearing Neuvillette calling him good boy could make him come on the spot. That velvety voice praising him settles on his mind like a weighted blanket. It earns a moan and a shiver as he soaks in those wonderful words.

What is more wonderful is the feeling of being filled. It's stinging, not quite prepared to take it, but it only earns a pleasured, pained groan in response. His hands find Neuvillette's thighs, nails lightly digging in as he writhes under the other.]

A-Ah. Yes. [He can barely focus his gaze on the other, his mind stuck on the feeling of the tendril inside him and Neuvillette's hand on his cock. The friction like electro running up his spine.]

[Wriothesley's reaction to everything is immediate and obvious, making it so much easier for Neuvillette to know he's doing the right things. Wriothesley's enthusiasm only encourages him to give him more, the tendril of hydro working in and out of him faster, matched by a quickening of his hand on Wriothesley's cock.

Neuvillette watches Wriothesley's face and reactions like he's in a trance, completely enthralled that the things he's doing are getting these kinds of reactions, that he can affect another person this deeply, give them this much pleasure. He wants to give him everything.]

Tell me what you want, Wriothesley. [He's not even sure if Wriothesley can focus enough to do what he's asked, but he wants to know if he can do more, what he needs.]

[An arch of his back as he feels the delicious friction of the tendril working in and out of him. It feels so good, but it's also frustrating that it hasn't hit where he wants it to. The mind numbing pleasure that would make him see stars.

But Neuvillette is giving him so much; his mind slowly falling apart under all the sensation.]

More. Faster. [It doesn't matter. He just wants whatever Neuvillette will give him. He doesn't want to be greedy. To take too much. Whatever the other is willing to give him, he'll take graciously.] Whatever you'll give me.

More? Very well. [Unsure what exactly Wriothesley wants, Neuvillette gives him a bit of both. He thickens the tendril and begins to work it in deeper as he quickens the pace. Wriothesley has, after all, begged him so nicely and he really is eager to see his reactions to the adjustments.

He tries to stroke him faster as well, slicking his hand and Wriothesley's cock with more hydro to make the task easier but he finds he can only go so fast.

Shifting forward slightly, he can't resist tracing the fingers of his free hand along Wriothesley's sternum, the way the man arches far too beautiful to resist the urge to touch him, to feel his body twist in pleasure under him.]

[Wriothesley can't help the cuss that slips his lips, nails digging into Neuvillette's thighs and threatening to rip the delicate material under his fingertips. It felt so good. He felt so full.

The pace is brutal and it leaves him very little moments to gather his thoughts and merely enjoy the pleasurable sensations that wrack his body.

It's when he feels the almost too thick tendril brush passed his prostate that he really knows his body won't last too much longer from everything. He shouts out Neuvillette's name as his mind blanks at that wonderful pleasure. It's all too much; the tendril working in and out of him, the solid weight of Neuvillette on him, and the hand on his cock stroking him relentlessly.]

Neuvillette- [He can barely breath out the other's name.] Neuvillete, I can't- I'm- [He isn't going to last much longer at all.]

You've done well, Wriothesley. So, so well. [He praises, caressing the fingers of his free hand gently down Wriothesley's chest in direct contrast to the hard, quick thrusts and firm strokes that haven't slowed in the least bit.

He spares the quickest of glances toward the portrait. Judging by the half-lidded, blissful look on the portrait's face as it watches, Neuvillette believes it's safe to assume they've completed its request. Good.]

You've taken your punishment beautifully, Wriothesley. You're free to do as you wish. [He pauses the hand on Wriothesley's cock for the briefest of moments so he can lean forward and kiss him, sucking on his lower lip as the hydro tentacle pushes in deep and undulates, pulsing while staying buried deep inside him, pushing over and over again against the spots that seem to make Wriothesley moan and writhe the most. Straightening, he resumes stroking him, eager to draw out his climax.]

[Does Neuvillette know what his words are doing to him? How he easily melts when they praise him so sweetly. It makes his mind sink into something so wondrous that any of his worries seem to dissipate. He did so well. Neuvillette thinks he did well.

Well enough that the other is giving him permission. How Wriothesley went from being so stubborn and refusing to wanting nothing more than to please the other. To submit to the other.

It's too much though. The way the tendril pulses against his prostate as Neuvillette strokes his length is too much. He comes with a shout, Neuvillette's name on his lips. Semen splatters onto the wall and drips over Neuvillette's fingers as he rides through his orgasm.]

[Neuvillette strokes him firmly through his orgasm as if he wants to milk every last drop from him. The tendril's pulsing slows to a stop before slowly shrinking and slipping out of him.

He settles back, resting comfortably on Wriothesley's abdomen as he brings his hand to his mouth to eagerly lick Wriothesley's cum from his fingers, long tongue curling wetly around his fingers until he cleans them off.]

Delicious... You taste so very good.

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