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[His laugh comes out somewhat breathless.] I did tell you not to think too hard. [He is 1000% eating his words right now. He only has himself to blame. He was a fool. He thought that Neuvillette would be...more proper? No, he doesn't know what exactly he thought. Maybe he just assumed the other would reject him or simply have no interest in this.

Absolutely maddening, this man.

That exposed throat is too tempting and he trails kisses on it. He sucks on the skin to leave a few marks. It's too tempting for him not to and he is a weak, weak man.] If I stop holding back, we're going to fuck. [He'll just be blunt about it. If they don't stop, he's going to get hard and he's going to want to relieve it somehow.]

I didn't think the Chief Justice would be so willing to fuck in a storage closet with me, honestly speaking. [That entire sentence sounds insane to him.]

[A shudder of pleasure is audible in his exhale, the softest moan punctuating the breath. It does feel good, shockingly so. He'll be even more shocked later when he sees the marks that are left but for now he all but leans into his mouth, his fingers curling into his hair to tug him closer.

He makes a quiet, grumbled noise in the back of his throat at his wording.] Wriothesley, please. There's no need to be so vulgar. [His eyes narrow.]

If it feels as good as all of this, I'm surprised you're willing to hold back.

[He pauses, needing a moment to think and collect his thoughts.] This place seems built on intimacy. I believe it will be required sooner or later and... although I would prefer a more comfortable location, I would prefer a mate I'm familiar with.

Are we even... compatible? Is copulation a possibility? [They are both men after all, unless he's missed something very important about human anatomy, he doesn't understand what they would do or how.] Or are you speaking of stimulating one another? [They could obviously use their hands... or mouths. That would likely feel extraordinary. His curiosity is piqued.]

[Oh, the noises do a lot to encourage him. The idea that he would be the first to see Neuvillette like this and mark him up does a lot to encourage him even more. He grazes his teeth against pale, smooth skin. A smile lingers on his lips.

He laughs again.] What do you want me to say? I want to have sex with you? I'm just getting to the point. [He is not going to say something like fornicate. He rather get his mouth washed out with soap. This will surely not be the last time Neuvillette chides him for his mouth, so the other will just have to get used to Wriothesley's dirty mouth.

The words spoken to him do make him pause.] What? [He had always had his suspicions about Neuvillette, but the use of mate and their concern for compatibility...] Why wouldn't it be possible?

[He kind of uprights himself and tilts his head as he tries to figure out where the other was struggling to understand. After all, sex was sex. Anything was possible with enough preparation and what got someone off differed from person to person.] I mean, if you want me to suck your dick of jerk you off, I can. There's a lot of ways we can enjoy ourselves.

[His gasped groan is louder this time, dangerously close to a lewd, needy moan. This is quickly becoming a favorite of his, though if it all feels this good, he'll likely be adding a few more things to that list.

He levels Wriothesley with a glare of feigned disapproval.] 'Sex' is a marginally better word, yes. [He expects Wriothesley will continue to say what he wants, but Neuvillette will continue to chide him. Sometimes he wonders if he enjoys provoking him.

But as for their compatibility...] We're both men... Anatomically speaking, how would we- [He trails off but ends up huffing softly at the termination Wriothesley uses.] Wriothesley, please. [Chiding again already.

He almost looks flustered. Or as close to flustered as Neuvillette can look, gaze darting as he tries to consider their options but feels overwhelmed and uncertain.]

[In for a penny in for a pound. He sinks his teeth down at the junction between Neuvillette's shoulder and neck. It'll leave a mark, but doesn't break the skin. He soothes the bite with his tongue before leaning back to admire it.]

They're the same thing, Neuvillette. Does it matter that much? [Which just is his way as implying that he'll continue to say things as he has. Maybe if Neuvillette didn't make it fun to provoke him, he wouldn't.

Wriothesley blinks though. It takes him a moment to finally figure out that the man has no idea how two men have sex. He chuckles a little. It's mostly out of surprised.] Sex isn't just penetrative, you know. There's plenty of nonpenetrative ways for us to enjoy things and it would count as intercourse. If you mean penetrative though, it's anally. [He's really having this conversation with Fontaine's Chief Justice in a closet of all places. This is actually happening.

He feels like this is a fever dream. Out of everything that he has experienced for now, this is the most insane thing he feels like.] Didn't I tell you not to think too much of it?

That- yes, those are what I was referring to. We could... stimulate one another...

[He doesn't comment further on the notion of anal penetration. It doesn't seem like something that could feel very pleasant for the receiving partner but he also would have expected that being bitten would feel so good.

Don't think too much... But that's what he did, how he learned. And Wriothesley was giving him quite a lot to think about at present.

He guides Wriothesley closer, tilting his chin up so their lips meet again. He lets his eyes drift shut as he pulls Wriothesley into a fierce, heated kiss. When he eases back moments later it's to barely leave a space between them.]

Whatever you think would be best - I agree. But I found it easiest not to think too much while we're kissing, so I propose we continue that.

[Instead of resuming the kiss, he uses his hold on Wriothesley's hair to guide his mouth back down to his neck, tipping his head back.]

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[He can't help but laugh. Neuvillette is so old fashioned sometimes. What an unsexy way to say it.] No one says it that way, you know. Your sexy talk could do with improving.

[Wriothesley easily melts back into that kiss, his eyes fluttering closed as he moans into it. There is something about kissing the other that sets his whole body alight. Whatever thoughts he had into holding back had been discarded as some point in favor of just enjoying the moment.

And enjoying he definitely will do.]

If that's what you want, then your wish is my command. [Something possessive in him flares at the idea of leaving marks on Neuvillette's perfect skin. Neuvillette isn't his, but people might see the hickeys and bites he leaves. It's enough for him to sink his teeth down before lapping at it with his tongue. He pushes the robe away a bit so he can bite and suck at the meat of the other man's shoulder, intent on leaving plenty for the other to remember him by.]

[He makes a grumbling, disapproving noise in the back of his throat at Wriothesley's comment. He has to acknowledge that he's more than likely right. Yet one more thing he lacks and needs to improve when it comes to social interactions.

Surprisingly, kissing, this new skill he's just learned, seems far, far easier than the prospect of having to flirt.

He immediately relaxes into the kiss. Returning to this, he almost feels a sense of relief. He pulls Wriothesley closer, moaning softly against his lips. It feels as if his entire body lights up, humming with electricity, pleasure, as Wriothesley's lips trail down his skin. He twists his hand in Wriothesley's hair as the bite edges from pleasurable to sharply painful, drawing a growl of warning from Neuvillette. But the way his tongue feels dragging across the aggravated skin is too good to stay irritated at the bite.

Wriothesly pushes the robe from one of his shoulders, but at this point, it's obviously just in the way. He easily tugs on the tie struggling to hold his robe closed and shrugs it off, letting it fall to the ground. Not that there had been much left that was still covered, except the obvious, his peculiar anatomy now on full display and half hard from the bites and kissing alone.]

[The growl does nothing but egg him on, his cock twitching from the sound of it. It would definitely be a noise that he'll remember for nights alone. Neuvillette's growl is not the only sound as Wriothesley groans in delight at the sting of his scalp.

With the robe gone, he's crowding the other's space again, hand wandering down to feel the other up as he leaves more kisses and bites. He pauses though when his hand blindly grasps to stroke the other and finally glances down.

A sharp intake of breath.] Oh.

[His nails dig into Wriothesley's shoulder as his other hand grabs ahold of him to keep himself upright at the jolt of pleasure that being touched by someone else provided. He hadn't thought to warn Wriothesley that his anatomy strayed slightly from a human's. His hemipenis split vertically, both shaped similar to a human's but distinctly different - smooth, lacking as distinct glans, and, most notably, blue in tone, a similar blue as his 'horns'.

He uses Wriothesley's momentary distraction, pushing against him, hand slipping from his shoulder down to tug on the tie of his robe in return until he notices he's gone more still than he'd anticipated.]

You're surprised. [It's a statement, not a question, a blatant observation, but he voices it in case he's completely mistaken.] Should I have warned you? If you would prefer not to continue, I understand.

[Wriothesley's robe easily slides off his shoulders revealing scarred skin and a fit body. He was already half hard, and honestly speaking, seeing what he was working with was definitely a turn on and not a turn off. He's fucked. Ruined, honestly. He's going to be thinking about this man's body for days to come.

Neuvillette's words have him snapping his gaze back at their face and he can't help but grin.] Surprised, yes. Turned off? Absolutely not. I need these in my mouth. [As though to make sure the other knows he's still interested, he firmly grasp both and give them a few rough tugs.] You'll let me, won't you?

[Neuvillette is about to question what Wriothesley means by 'turned off', wanting to make sure he understands it, but his meaning is completely clear a moment later, feeling a strange mix of flattered, sheepish and excited at Wriothesley's apparent desire. Thankfully, Neuvillette isn't left to sort through his thoughts, everything is obliterated when Wriothesley wraps his hand around both of his cocks and strokes. He inhales raggedly before moaning deeply, pulling Wriothesley closer any way he can.]

Yes. [The word is hardly more than an exhale, neediness edging into his voice. Neuvillette looks down as well, reaching down to much more delicately run a finger along Wriothesley's shaft.] Will you allow me to do the same? [He finds himself wondering what Wriothesley will taste like and how he might be able to please him, what he might like.]

[Music to his ears. Every moan from the other just excites him. Encourages him to do more. He didn't think Neuvillette would be so responsive and willing, but now he knows that perhaps getting the man into bed isn't just some erotic fantasy he humours here and there.

Wriothesley presses their bodies together, grinding his hips against Neuvillette's with a pleased groan. He tries to wrap his hand around Neuvillette's cocks and his own to give a few strokes.

His pupils are blown wide when the other asks to also blow him.] How can I say no when you ask so sweetly. [This man would be the death of him, but he's going to try and push forward from that. Especially when he had such a desire to have his mouth on the other. He's immediately pressing kisses and bites on Neuvillette's body, but this time traveling lower and lower and sinking to his knees.]

[Most people likely wouldn't recognize the faint smile that plays across his features, curious and anticipatory. Neuvillette's own pupils dilate, resembling a cat that's spotted its prey.

He groans loudly as Wriothesley grinds their bodies together, doing his best to stroke them both at the same time. Wriothesley hand alone had already felt amazing but there's something so incredible about feeling Wriothesley's cock pressed against his own.

He runs his hands over Wriothesley's body, wanting to explore every inch of him. But then he's slipping lower. It doesn't stop him from tracing over Wriothesley's shoulders and chest, following scars and the curves of muscles. He finds himself wanting to go over all of him again but with his mouth and tongue, taking his time to memorize Wriothesley's body. Perhaps... perhaps they can do this again sometime...

His breath catches as Wriothesley sinks down in front of him and he feels a wave of heat coarse through his body, a completely foreign feeling. He runs his fingers through Wriothesley's hair, pushing it back so he can see his face clearly before it falls back into place.]

[There's something truly exhilarating staring up at the other from where he's kneeling. To see the imposing figure of Fontaine's Chief Justice looking down at him with so much lust. It makes his cock twitch with want.

His gaze from Neuvillette's face drops down to the two cocks in front of him and he feels his mouth water. It's a shame. He's pretty sure he can't fit both of them in his mouth and he feels rather saddened by that detail. Still, he gets to work because he would hate to keep the other waiting and he was feeling impatient himself. He runs his tongue up one of the undersides of Neuvillette's erections before pressing a chaste little kiss to the tip. He swirls his tongue over both heads, teasing the slits and lapping up any precome that might come out. Tasting the other was addicting.

Once he has lapped at the two lengths for a bit, he finally takes the head of one into his mouth and sucks lightly, stroking the other one with his hand as he swirls his tongue over the head; groaning happily.]

[Neuvillette seems to enjoy this position quite a lot as well, unlike Neuvillette, Wriothesley can likely feel the effect he's having on the Iudex. His fingers curl into the hair at the back of his head, drawing him gently closer. Now that they're here, like this, he feels almost impatient.

He groans loudly as Wriothesley runs his tongue along cock, his hold on his hair tightening though he isn't guiding his movements. It feels like he needs to hold on tightly like his legs might give out.

He resists the urge to press into Wriothesley's mouth, exhale shaky as he watches him with an intense stare. He twists his hand in Wriothesley's hair again, unable to withstand any more teasing.] Wriothesley. Please. [The words are growled, more of a demand than anything else. But it seems Wriothesley is mercifully ready to give him more just as he needed it.

He groans again, not shy about starting to thrust shallowly into Wriothesley's mouth, the wet heat too enticing for him to hold back.]

[He's honestly going wild feeling Neuvillette's fingers tangled into his hair. Knowing the strength that thrums in the Chief Justice only seems to excite him more. What the other could do...

He isn't thinking too much about the what-ifs though. Not when he had the man exactly where he wanted him. The pleading that sounds less like pleading and more like demanding has his cock twitching with want and it makes his stomach do flips. Seeing Neuvillette desire this, desire him, was such a turn on.

How can he not give the other what they wanted? If this was going to be Neuvillette's first blowjob, he better make sure to start a high standard. He teases the head of Neuvillette's cock with his tongue a little more before deciding to swallow the other down to the hilt in one go; a groan as he feels it hit the back of his throat.]

[Wriothesley earns a deep groan as he teases one cock before switching and swallowing the other down. He continues to follow his advice, sinking into instinct instead of trying to overthink this. It has his hips thrusting, watching with a piercing gaze each time he pushes past Wriothesley's stretched lips, the slick sheen of saliva starting to make his cock slick, slipping easier, further with each thrust.

His pupils visibly dilate, snapping wide as he watches Wriothesley hungry and heated.

His lips part as he starts to pant softly, thrusts slowing so he can tilt his head and watch as he runs his thumb along Wriothesley's lower lip. It's breathtaking how striking Wriothesley looks like this, how impossibly good he feels.]

[Hearing the other groan makes his entire body tingle and, oh, how he wants to hear more of it. Hearing Neuvillette like this and seeing them look at him with such a hungry stare. It was delightful to say the least.

He moans around the man's cock, enjoying the slick slide of the hard length pass through his lips as the other doesn't hesitate to take what they want.

He rubs his tongue against the underside of Neuvillette's length, drool dripping down his chin. He isn't afraid of getting a little messy and he isn't thinking about the mess he'll look like after when the pleasure he was getting felt so good. He can't help but reach down to grasp his own cock and start stroking himself to the speed of Neuvillette thrusting into his mouth.]

[With no objection, Neuvillette continues, letting instinct guide him, giving in to what his body craved. It's a foreign feeling. In the five hundred years he'd been in this body, he'd never taken a lover or given in to his baser instincts and now it feels as if he's thrown open the floodgates, the power of the water held behind them too much to ever close them again.

His pace quickens, unaware of any potential strain or discomfort he might be causing. If Wriothesley didn't like anything he was doing, he certainly wasn't showing it. Neuvillette knows he could be misreading the Duke's reactions, but they certainly seem enthusiastic, something that sends an entirely new wave of desire and heat coursing through him.

His hold on Wriothesley's hair tightens, drawing in a sharp breath at the skillful way his tongue moves against him, hot and wet and far too good.

A new, swelling feeling of intense, raw need unlike anything he's felt before is quickly crashing over everything. It makes it difficult to breathe in anything but sharp, panted breaths. The frantic, clawing feeling swells and builds before coming to an impossible crescendo as his hips thrust forward to bury deep in Wriothesley's mouth, pleasure rocking through his body with a moaned cry as he experiences his first climax as a human with another. His legs tremble and threaten to buckle as he takes a shaky half step back to lean heavily against the locked door behind him, breath equally as shaky and ragged as he looks down at Wriothesley with an unfocused look bordering on awe.]

[Even if there was discomfort, the pleasure he was feeling far outweighed it. He feels his eyes water as the other used his mouth as nothing more than an orifice for their pleasure. It was damn hot. The animalistic way that Neuvillette chased their pleasure was the most attractive thing he had ever seen

The sting of Neuvillette's grip in his hair and the large cock that's forced down his throat, almost making it impossible to breath made him delirious and lightheaded. If he were any farther along his arousal, he might have came just from hearing Neuvillette's voice crying out as they climax.

He doesn't though, but he stills his hand to focus on swallowing every drop of their seed. He makes sure not to waste a drop, a hazy and glassy-eyed expression as he looks up at the other with unfocused eyes. Wriothesley looked like a man in complete bliss, and he wasn't even the one who came.]

[Neuvillette pants softly, leaning heavily against the door for a moment as he catches his breath, gaze still piercing and heated as he looks down at Wriothesley. After a moment he shifts so he can card his fingers tenderly through Wriothesley's hair. He wets his lips unconsciously as his eyes trail down his body to his hand, pupils dilating ever so slightly upon realizing Wriothesley is touching himself.] That was exceptional...

I believe- [He pauses, his voice deeper and rougher than usual, making him stop to clear his throat.] I believe I should be more than capable of returning the favor... if you wish to accept it.

[He can't deny that he's curious to taste Wriothesley and keenly interested in seeing if he can pull a few moans from the man. Yes, he decides he absolutely wants to see that, to be the source of Wriothesley's pleasure.] To your feet. [He says, voice soft but firm as he offers him a hand to help him up.]

[Oh, that's nice. His eyes flutter closed for a moment and he sighs happily into Neuvillette's touch. The gentleness is a stark difference to the rough way Neuvillette had fucked his face. It felt good.]

Of course. I should only give you the best I can offer, should I not?[Wriothesley's voice is completely shot. Raspy and hoarse as he speaks. But, damn, if he isn't turned on at the idea of the other wanting to go down on him.] How can I say no?

[It doesn't matter if the other is inexperienced. He can teach the other. Just the thought of Neuvillette's mouth on him is arousing. He takes the hand held out to him, a slight stagger as he gets to his feet proper.]

[Neuvillette feels shaky as well but easily maintains his balance. He's eager to learn what kind of effect he can have on Wriothesley, and what noises he might drag from him.

Before anything else, however, he can't resist the urge to lean in and capture Wriothesley in a heated kiss, unable to keep from moaning deeply into it. It's with a mix of uncertainty and intense curiosity, that he trails his hands down to slip Wriothesley's robe open so he can trace his fingers over his chest, pointed nails lightly grazing his skin.

He breaks the kiss, needing to catch his breath. He bows his head, lips brushing one of the jagged scars that runs down Wriothesley's neck. He tentatively traces a finger over one of his nipples inquisitively, tilting his head as he guides the robe out of the way, gaze flicking between Wriothesley's face, wanting to see his reaction, and his cock as he gently wraps his fingers around him and gives him an experimental stroke.] Is that enjoyable?

[He easily melts into the kiss, coaxing the other to deepen the kiss and entwine their tongues together.

Wriothesley can't stifle the cry as the other gives attention to the sensitive parts of his body. He lets the robe around slide off his shoulders and lets it fall to the floor, letting the other see him completely bare. Every part of him was now for Neuvillette to see with nothing impeding their view. Countless scars over a well-toned body; a shudder from the man at the feel of nails over sensitive skin.

His hands find Neuvillette's shoulders and digs his nails into the meat of them as he rocks his hips into those wonder fingers.] Shit. It all feels good. Don't stop.

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