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[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.

[He moans, needing to swallow slightly to keep from choking as Wriothesley rocks his hips. He's gentle enough that he's able to adjust and take him. The tight hold on his hair feels unbelievably good. Once he's gotten used to Wriothesley's rhythm, he begins to bob his head again to meet his thrusts, driving him deeper until his nose is practically brushing his abdomen with each one.

And he can taste him, bitter and salty, but he hungrily wants more of him and eagerly tries to draw his orgasm out of him.]

[It all feels ridiculously good. It's the whole mix of it all. The delicious warmth around his hard length and the fact that he has his cock down Neuvillette's throat of all people. How can he not be pushed so close to climax? His nails dig into the other's scalp a little as he feels that wonderful pressure build up in the put of his stomach.

The pleasure he built up from sucking the other off and now getting serviced in return is pushing him to his limits.]

Ah, N-Neuvillette- I'm...

[Neuvillette hollows his cheeks, tongue winding around Wriothesley's cock. He can't be completely sure how that sentence is supposed to end but he has a good inkling as to what it is and he feels a warmth in the pit of his stomach in anticipation. He somehow leans closer, swallowing around the warden as he slides his hands up his thighs and over his abs with a muffled moan.]

Fuck. [Isn't it unfair that the man has a tongue as sinful as that? How often can he say he felt a tongue wind around his cock like that?

Wriothesley doesn't last much longer like that. A few more thrusts and Neuvillette's name coming out in a strangled cry as he finally spills his seed into the other's willing mouth. His hands tug at Neuvillette's hair as he curls around the other, body shaking as he climaxes.] N-Neuvillette!

[He groans softly as he's tugged forward, the groan dissolving into a low moan as he feels Wriothesley come. Despite expecting, and even encouraging, it, it's still overwhelming and he struggles to swallow, come dribbling from the corner of his mouth as he gazes up at Wriothesley and continues to bob his head slowly as if he wants every last drop.

Finally, he leans back, letting Wriothesley slip from between his lips slowly, his eyes never leaving his face. Tilting his head slightly, he leans into Wriothesley's hand and flicks his tongue over his cock, cleaning him completely.]

[It's impossibly hot to see the other like this. His cum dripping down their chin and them kneeling in front of him as they are. Amateur or not, it felt damn good to fuck Neuvillette's mouth like that. Their tongue also being sinfully good at sensation a normal tongue couldn't manage and obviously being very willing to try was good enough for Wriothesley to very much enjoy the money.

His knees are shaking and he definitely is keeping his weight on the wall as his fingers languidly card through Neuvillette's hair.] Neuvillette...

[He settles back, sitting back on his feet so he can look up at Wriothesley more easily, raising a hand to wipe his chin with a delicate swipe of his thumb before licking it clean as well.] I liked that. I dare say I almost liked seeing you pleasured more than coming to my own release.

[Moving with seeming effortless grace, he pushes up onto his feet, gaze locking in on Wriothesley's lips as the warden catches his breath.] I can see why humans engage in this activity often.

Fuck. [His voice is a little hoarse as he wheezes out a chuckle.] You can't just say things like that. You'll make me swoon.

[Really. He's just a bit weak for the man. He let's his head fall back, a quiet little thunk as he lets it hit the wall behind him.] I mean, there's a lot of good reasons why, yeah.

[He thinks for a moment and recalls-] Hey. You have two dicks right. If one climaxes, does the other too? Or do you have to get both of them to that point? [This is a very important question, okay. Should he have asked in a less blunt way or maybe with more finesse? Probably. But he only sucked one off, so what about the other one??? Maybe he should have paid better attention at the time, but he didn't in the moment.]

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