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[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.

[The scars are quite distracting, an endless expanse he wants to explore and memorize. Perhaps here, in this odd pocket dimension, they'll have time to do so. That is, if the Duke agrees. He's fairly confident they've far exceeded the requirements to exit the closet, but there's still a chance in his mind that the reason they've continued is out of necessity.

He eases from the kiss so he can trace one of the scars with his split tongue, following it lower before switching to another until he's gracefully sinking down onto his knees in front of Wriothesley. He, admittedly, hadn't been focused enough to pay close attention to what Wriothesley had done. Use his mouth. He knows that much.

Settling his hand at the base of his cock, he glances up to watch Wriothesley's reaction as he slowly drags his tongue along the underside of his shaft, base to tip, the split ends up his tongue curling up along the sides of the shaft slightly. Once he gets to his head, he experimentally wraps his lips around him, working him past his lips, still slow, still adjusting to the odd sensation.]

[Wriothesley had already forgotten about it all. He has long since stopped thinking about the requirements to get out of the closet. That they're in a closet. The only thing on his mind is Neuvillette and the pleasure building up in his body.

He braces his hands against the wall as his eyes slide shut as the other lavishes his body with attention. His scars had always been on the more sensitive side, so to feel that wet warmth of Neuvillette's tongue on his body has him shuddering with delight.

His moan is shameless as the other makes it to his cock.] H-Hah. Fuck. [Wasn't this unfair? Most people can't curl their tongue around a cock like this, and damn if it didn't feel good. He clenches his fists as he tries not to thrust into Neuvillette's mouth.] N-Neuvillette...

[He drinks in all of his reactions. Doubtless, Wriothesley's moans will be seared into his thoughts, the way his knuckles turn white as his hands curl into fists. He begins a steady, experimental rhythm that is likely aggravatingly slow, movements unhurried as he runs his tongue along every detail, every vein, tracing along the head of his cock and along the slit, deeply curious about how he tastes, salty and slightly bitter.

He groans appreciatively, still exploring, seemingly completely unhurried. He runs his hands flatly up Wriothesley's abdomen and sides from his hips, letting his fingers explore more of his body as he bobs his head slightly faster, pace steadily increasing.]

[He does appreciate the other practically worshipping his body with how much they lavish every part of him with attention, but the pace in which Neuvillette was going was slowly driving him insane.

Maybe he's just impatient, but he is more used to something hurried and he doesn't remember the last time wanted to take their time like this that he feels like he's being slowly pulled apart.

One of his hands drop to tangle in Neuvillette's hair. A gentle little tug.] Sweetheart...please...

[Like so many things Wriothesley has done, the fingers tangling into his hair, tugging slightly, feel far better than he could have ever imagined. He leans into the touch but freezes at the pet name. Sweetheart... That is... most unexpected. The pause is likely noticeable but momentary, though even as he begins to bob his head again slowly that pet name keeps playing in his mind.

He steadily increases his pace, wanting to draw out Wriothesley's moans, to feel the way his muscles tense under his fingers as he struggles to hold back and maintain control. There's something intoxicating about watching Wriothesley slowly succumb to pleasure, to get to see him raw and vulnerable.]

[If it were anyone else, they might not really notice. Wriothesley's senses are too sharp though. Even in the haze of lust, he notices the pause. A hoarse little chuckle.] Not into that? How about darling? [His tone is light and sweet. Teasing in nature, though giving room for the other to decide they don't enjoy the silly little endearments.

The moans fall from his lips like water. He makes no attempt to quiet himself nor to stop as his nails drag against Neuvillette's scalp. His hips stutter and he's trying to not just start thrusting into Neuvillette's mouth with reckless abandon. Not when the other is still so new to all this. The wet warmth is intoxicating though. Incredible.]

[He's heard little pet names like this before, terms of endearment used between... between lovers. Surely, Wriothesley doesn't mean it like that. But in what other context are such names used? He feels his heart pounding faster as he tries to piece this together.

Luckily, Wriothesley's loud moan draws him from his thoughts. He'd been going in circles and getting nowhere, still unsure as to what it means now that Wriothesley had called him that. The way Wriothesley drags his fingers through his hair pulls him away from his thoughts completely, making him moan around his cock. He can likely feel the vibration as he does his best to relax his throat in order to swallow him down further. That's what he had wanted, to bury himself in Wriothesley, now he only wanted to provide the same. It's difficult to keep his saliva from slipping down the sides of his mouth. But he'll be able to clean up later, his only thoughts are on pleasing Wriothesley.]

[He throws his head back with a groan, not being able to hold back the rocking of his hips into that wonderful warmth. His grip in Neuvillette's hair tightens as he slowly finds himself getting lost in that delicious pleasure.] Ah, yes! You feel so damn good.

[He looks back down, not wanting to tear his gaze away at the sight before him. Neuvillette on his knees with their mouth around their cock was incredible. How can he not be taken by such a sigh?] Fuck, you're damn hot like this.

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