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[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.

[He groans a little. Neuvillette is really way too hot sometimes. It's unfair, really. He rests his arm against his forehead as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes are trained on that sinful tongue lapping up his spend, shuddering as he remembers the way it had wrapped around his cock. Damn, it really is unfair.

His eyes trail down though and-] What about you? [He merely didn't want this to be one-sided. Nevermind that he has definitely been fine not getting off as long as his partner did, but he merely couldn't imagine the reverse. That, and Neuvillette was a gorgeous man who definitely deserved to experience pleasures of the flesh.]

[Neuvillette continues cleaning off his fingers, certainly not appearing to hurry at all despite being asked a question. Once he's satisfied, he lowers his hand to trail his fingers lightly down Wriothesley's chest.]

I am feeling surprisingly content. [He is still hard, the lower of his cocks resting heavily on Wriothesley's abdomen, but he doesn't feel the aching need to reach his own climax.] Watching you was more than satisfying.

You didn't take me to be such a shameless man. [It's hot. It's really hot.

A hand reaches down to stroke the other though.] But I think it would be a shame and a waste if we didn't deal with this too, you know. You don't think I don't want to see you climax? I'm no saint, Neuvillette.

[Though, maybe they should move locations regardless of what they do. The elevator working and they definitely are not exactly fit to be seen in the public eye.

[Despite what he's said, his breath still catches at the feeling of Wriothesley's hand on him. His pupils dilate, eyes going lighter as his bright pupils widen.] Who am I to argue such sound logic?

[There's a waver in his tone as he struggles to maintain some semblance of control. He shifts closer, sliding up to practically sit on Wriothesley's chest, well within reach of both his hands and, with a bit of a reach, his mouth.

Neuvillette, for his part, doesn't seem to be paying any mind to whether they're moving again or not.]

Your body is so honest. [He chuckles softly, shivering as he sees the way the other reacts to his touch.] Why argue? You are allowed to enjoy pleasures of the flesh as much as the next person.

[Oh, And does he love the sight of the other looking like they do. The thinning grip of control and the lust evident in their gaze. He loves seeing the man's body more bare than he has ever seen the other in his life.

And, you know what? Call him shameless, a slut, a pervert, or whatever else, but seeing Neuvillette's cocks right there sitting so prettily in front of his face has his mouth watering. Temptation is too much as he tilts his head forward to press a kiss to one of the tips.] Let me help you with these, monsieur...

I'm still often caught by surprise at how pleasing something as simple as a touch feels. How could I do anything but react? [His voice is quiet, deceptively calm considering how quickly his heart is beating and how much his body is suddenly aching for Wriothesley's attention.

He nods at what Wriothesley says, sending some of his hair tumbling forward. His intention hadn't been to abstain because he didn't think he deserved it; he'd simply been quite content until Wriothesley had begun touching him.

Shifting his hips closer, he runs his hand messily through Wriothesley's hair, cupping the back of his head to help him tip his head forward, groaning softly when Wriothesley's lips brush the tip of one of his cocks.] Wriothesley...

Touch might be simple but it means a lot. Something as a simple as touch can bring you comfort. Relief [He wraps a hand around one of the hardened lengths to stroke.] Pleasure.

[He carefully runs his tongue against ridges and the crown of one of Neuvillette's cocks as he strokes the other. Wriothesley teases the slit with his tongue, lapping up any precum before covering the head with his lips and sucks.]

[Neuvillette doesn't fight down the groaned gasp as Wriothesley gives him a firm stroke, a tremble of raw need running up his spine as he rolls his hips into the touch.]

Nngh-Wriothesley. [He groans again at the feeling of the wet, probing, heat of Wriothesley's tongue before the tip of his cock is enveloped by pure bliss. His hand curls in Wriothesley's hair as he rocks forward to push further past his lips.] More, Wriothesley. I need more.

[If he hadn't just came, hearing Neuvillette groan his name out would probably get him hard in an instant. It's hot to hear his name uttered with so much lust like that.

He opens his mouth wide to take more of the length into his mouth, tongue rubbing against the underside and teasing the crown of the head as he starts a steady stroke of the other cock. It's a bit awkward of an effort with the way the other is sitting atop of him, but he wants the other to feel as much pleasure as possible. He wants to Neuvillette to reach his climax with both.]

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