Author's Note
Hi everyone, I don't honestly know what this is but I've had brainrot about these two and I know Neuvillette comes out today. (also I know that wriothesley isn't a villian in the story, but i decided to go off the trailer in an AU of sorts)Just a lil warning there is some heavy smut in this chapter! Not sure if I'll continue this or leave it as a one shot but enjoy :)
He was burning.
His stomach was on fire, curling in small coils deep down inside him. His palms were resting on the large white desk in front of him, fingers clenched and sweat dripping down his forehead. His pupils were large and his vision was hazier than normal, heat spreading from his stomach down to the tips of his fingers. His face was pure red no doubt, it brought him great shame to even think of how he looked in this state. But he had a duty. A job to do. Not once had Chief Justice Neuvillette ever missed a day of work. Not even when this happened to him, once a year.
Once a year he felt his self control slip. Once a year he felt the same heat rise inside of him, threatening to consume him entirely if he gave it even the smallest chance. Once a year, the dragon inside him would not be satiated by the mere fact that Neuvillette kept him at bay. No, it crawled at his stomach and limbs. It turned his body into a bright red, heavy breathing mess. It made his hands shake, a deplorable action in the eyes of a man who was believed to be able to do anything. And his self control slipped. His inhibitions would take over and eat away at his body, Neuvillette was powerless to do anything about what was happening deep inside him. He would usually spend the single day out of the year in his room, doused in a mix of self-pleasure inside his room, panting all day from the unspeakable acts he would do to himself. It was the only way to keep the monster inside him from coming out. And he despised it.
But this year was different. The terrible day had landed on a work day, a work day he could not miss if his life depended on it. So he had told himself everything would have been fine. He typically didn't see anyone else and kept an office alone, so he had shut himself in and began his work for the day. But not even an hour in and he was panting, palms sweaty against the desk as he tried to keep his thoughts from jumping out of his head. His gloved fingers trembled slightly as they hovered over a quill he had kept dipped in ink, threatening to betray him unless he focused his entire concentration on keeping his hands still. He gave up on the pen and ran a shaky hand through his hair, combing it off his forehead that was getting warmer by the moment.
"Gods."
He whispered to himself, shocked at the voice that escaped his throat. He was so composed, so used to playing the role that everyone else had expected of him. He had mastered the correct tone to use at all times, the flat and emotionless voice that he had come to know over the years. It was the tone of voice that had commanded him so much respect over the years. But his words didn't sound at all like that. They sounded pleading and desperate, like he was searching for something. They were soft and breathless, feeling strange in his throat as the word came out. He gently shook his head to himself, just a few more hours. Just a few more hours and then he could finally go home and drown himself in pleasure. And so it was almost a cruel twist of fate when he heard a loud, brass knock on the double doors housing his office, and the dragon that was burning inside.
He froze in his chair, panting as he slowly raised his head from the desk, trying not to utter a single word. If he said anything then the other person would no doubt know he was inside, letting themselves in to see him. He almost couldn't imagine a worse fate.
What should I do?
Neuvillette whispered in his mind, thoughts dulled by the warm sensation filling his body. He hated not knowing what to do, with a passion. He was always calm and composed, had a solution to everything. But at this moment he was slipping miserably, and all of his worst fears were about to come true. Whoever was behind that door would see him and it would all be over.
"I'm coming in."
A gruff voice snapped from the other side, certainly a voice he had heard before.
No.
He whispered in his head, squeezing his hands together and closing his eyes. That was the absolute last thing he needed right now. He knew that voice, maybe a bit too well. The person standing on the other side of the door was none other than Wriothesley, possibly the person Neuvillette despised the most. They had met on numerous occasions before, each time in less than friendly circumstances. Wriothesley was an advocate of everything Neuvillette hated, rebelling against order and judgment. He was a criminal, no doubt had snuck inside the building for the sole intent of entering his office. He was sly and quick, Neuvillette had even failed to catch him the few times their paths had crossed. But each time they did, Wriothesley intrigued him. The way his eyes moved onto Neuvillette was different. Every other person had expected something of him, being Chief Justice gave him the power to grant someone anything they wanted.
But the way Wriothesley looked at him was different. He had a cold look in his eyes, a look that told him this was someone who would never ask him for anything. But also someone who would accomplish their goals at any cost. Neuvillette didn't quite understand everything about him, but he knew that Wriothesley was quite well known in the underground of Fontaine. His name sparked fear and rage by many, something that quickly caught Neuvillette's eye. He had sworn to himself he would catch him one day, Wriothesley being the only person that had ever escaped the Chief Justice's grasp. But this was not the time. He was in no state to be able to fight him, let alone even use his vision. If he saw Neuvillette like this it was more than over. There was no telling what he could do in this moment, he could steal the quill off his desk and Neuvillette would be powerless to fight against him.
However, the black-haired man behind the door had something very different in his mind. He had done his research before coming, something any practical person would do before breaking into the hydro dragon's office. It had taken him months to find a book with information on him, and several successful heists in a row. But what he found was purely invaluable. He read that once a year on a very specific day, the hydro dragon was powerless. Normally it would be the one day a year where the dragon would unleash itself, bringing chaos and destruction upon the very planet it had been placed. But Wriothesley knew Neuvillette. He knew he would never let himself turn into a dragon and lose that much self control. That much he was sure of. So while Neuvillette was using all of his willpower to keep the beast at bay, he would make his move. A sly smile danced on his lips as Wriothesley placed his palms on either side of the door, throwing them open to reveal the white office before him, and the panting hydro dragon leaning over his desk.
He was not ready for what he saw.
Neuvillette was leaning over the desk, one hand running its way through his hair and the other, trembling ever so slightly by the quill sitting on the corner. But when his eyes fell on his face, shivers wracked his entire body. His face was pure red, but there was something far more different about him. His eyes were literally glowing with a look Wriothesley had never seen on someone before. They were dripping pure lust it was practically flowing down his face. His lips were slightly agape and he was heaving small pants as he looked to meet Wriothesley's eyes for a moment, looking away a second later when he realized what the man in front of him was seeing.
He was magnificent.
"Leave. Before I....... kill you."
Neuvillette gasped, but both of them could tell it was half an attempt at a threat. Wriothesley flinched back slightly, swallowing as he felt warmth start to pool in his stomach from seeing something he never thought he would ever be able to gaze upon. He was shocked at the way the Chief Justice's words sounded, they were breathless and pleading. Like he wanted something. Wriothesley shook his head to himself, he needed to focus on the reason he had come here. And he was getting so painfully distracted.
"It's not like you to give me such an easy chance to escape. Is everything alright, Hydro Dragon?"
He hissed, his words slicing through the air and sending shivers down Neuvillette's spine. No. He didn't want to be feeling this. It was painful how quickly the words of another person made him fall apart, lips basically quivering as he tried to keep his focus on the task at hand. He opened his eyes a moment later, trying to pour as much anger in them as he met Wriothesley. But they had the complete opposite effect.
"Didn't you swear to me that you would come and catch me the next time you saw me? You swore to me that you would apprehend me yourself, but you don't quite look like yourself. This really is going to be too easy."
Wriothesley teased, adding a hint of seduction to his voice as he walked into the office, taking steps getting closer to the desk until he leaned his elbow onto the desk, propping his chin in his hand as he looked into the Hydro Dragon's eyes. Neuvillette drew in a shaky breath, this was getting worse by the minute. Why was he getting closer...... and why had he decided to come today of all days?
"I will end you."
Neuvillette hissed, trying to lace his voice with as much malice as he could, knowing he was failing at every attempt he made at trying to sound intimidating. A slow, sinister smile spread over Wriothesley's lips as he smirked at the man sitting in front of him.
"You aren't very intimidating like this, face bright red and voice shaky. It doesn't fit you, Chief Justice. The book I read really was right. You're in no place to fight against me, or even stop me."
Wriothesley chuckled, standing fully up and leaning over the desk, face inches away from the man he swore he was going to defeat one day. His gray eyes loomed over Neuvillette's, panting in his chair, barely able to even keep consciousness.
"Just try and stop me."
He whispered, forcing Neuvillette to keep his eyes on the man towering above him, seeing him when he was at his absolute weakest. And the worst part, was there wasn't a damn thing he could do to stop him. But once he had awoken from this state, once tomorrow had come he knew one thing was for sure. He would stop at nothing until Wriothesley had been captured.
A second after Wriothesley whispered the words, his fingers closed around the book sitting right in front of Neuvillette' plucking it off his desk in a mere second. His eyes lit up when his hand closed around the book, this really had been too easy.
"NO!"
Neuvillette gasped, lurching forward as he threw his arm out, trying to grab the edge of the book. Wriothesley smirked, pulling the book away with a flick of his wrist, leaving Neuvillette to drop his hand at the edge of the desk, panting from the simple action of moving his wrist. Wriothesley's eyes flickered with a twinge of hunger as he watched Neuvillette's attempt, finding it almost comical at how easy it was to defeat him. Neuvillette's body twinged again, he absolutely couldn't let him take that book. It was a record of each very specific way the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale worked, the exact way it delivered judgment and every judgment it had made since the day it was created. It was invaluable knowledge, something that Neuvillette kept at an arm's length at all times. He had always been able to protect it before, no one would dare to provoke the hydro dragon and steal the book from in front of him. But he was powerless now.
All he could do was watch as the book slipped from his fingers, being stolen by the man that stood against everything he was for. And it disgusted him. Neuvillette pushed himself to his feet, stumbling around his desk towards Wriothesley. He needed to get that book back, no matter what it cost him. Even if that thing was his pride in this moment.
"Oh come on."
Wriothesley hissed, taking a step forward and pressing his boot against Neuvillette's knee, hidden by the boots he was wearing. The touch was soft, he didn't at all use his entire strength. But the smallest touch was enough to make Neuvillette fall to his knees, panting and gasping as he felt himself fall to the ground.
"What is happening to you?"
Wriothesley whispered, placing the sole of his boot on Neuvillette's upper thigh. Neuvillette didn't expect the touch, the warmth multiplying as he felt the sole of Wriothesley's boot make contact with his clothes. He let out a small breathless gasp, feeling his body start to lose control at the smallest of actions. Wriothesley noticed how he gasped, eyes flickering with pleasure and face getting more flushed. Neuvillette heaved a sigh, realizing there was no use in hiding it to him now that he had seen everything.
"I cannot help it. Once a year my dragon form threatens to take control. It eats away at me, threatening to consume me unless I keep it at bay. And doing so uses all my strength."
He whispered, lips quivering as he looked up at Wriothesley.
"Hmmm."
Wriothesley hummed, leaning down so he was at the helpless man who was lying on his knees, face flush and practically begging before him.
"So you're telling me-"
He whispered, snaking his lips around to brush against the man sitting in front of him, lips brushing against his ear ever so slightly.
"-That you're in heat?"
His words were soft and deep, adding a seductive twinge that practically made Neuvillette fall apart on the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut at the words, hands shaking in his lap as he tried to cling on to any semblance of control.
"That's not- how dare you even assume something of me?"
Neuvillette hissed, but Wriothesley saw straight through him. He reached his hand over, his body moving before his head even understood what he was about to do. His fingers wrapped around the soft flesh that was Neuvillette's chin, holding a tight grip as he pulled the man towards him, garnering a slight gasp from Neuvillette in shock.
"So you're telling me that there's nothing you want from me? Absolutely nothing?"
Wriothesley whispered, watching Neuvillette fall apart in his hands. He couldn't believe how different he was being, he couldn't believe that he had this side to him at all. But he couldn't help but find this more beautiful than anything he had seen in a long time. Neuvillette let out a low whine, clamping his teeth down on his lip to cut it short, but the noise did not go unnoticed by the man still holding his chin. He knew it would be easy to let himself go, it was the easiest way to solve his problem. For just this once he could let someone control him, he could let someone cure the insatiating heat that was gnawing inside him. But at what cost?
His mind was cloudy and inhibitions lowered, of course he thought this was a good idea. He was so desperate for the smallest amount of sexual pleasure he was basically begging on his knees for the man above him. This was someone he hated, someone who had actively tried to destroy the world Neuvillette had worked so hard at building. This was a man who was cunning and ruthless, one could tear him apart if he let him.
But at this moment, all of his logic was gone. And the only thought that remained in his mind was one thing.
I need him.
They both whispered in their heads at the exact same time, eyes flickering with lust as they exchanged glances.
"Fuck the book."
Wriothesley hissed, tossing the brown leather book over his shoulder as he pulled Neuvillette's chin closer to him, colliding their lips together in one fluid motion. The kiss was lacking love and empathy, it was completely devoid of any soft and caring feeling. Instead, lust and pure pleasure took over, igniting a fire in both of them that they never knew was possible. Wriothesley gasped at how warm Neuvillette's mouth was, he had never experienced anything like it. It was like he was made for kissing him, almost like he had been waiting all this time for Wriothesley to come in and steal him away. And Neuvillette, he basically fell to pieces the second he felt Wriothesley inside of his mouth. He let out another low growl, one that wasn't cut short this time, and stretched out throughout the kiss as Wriothesley harshly snaked his hand around the back, grabbing a fistfull of Neuvillette's hair.
"So desperate. You can barely wait for me, Chief Justice Neuvillette."
Wriothesley hissed in his ear, running his hand along the top of his thigh, feeling the warmth of his flesh through his pants as his nails snaked along the folds of his pants, pushing their lips again to feel more of the man who was going to make him fall to pieces. He couldn't believe who he was kissing right now, let alone the fact that Neuvillette was a mess under him. He could barely keep up with the kiss, so much pleasure building in Neuvillette's stomach that he felt like he was about to explode at any moment.
"I almost can't believe this is what you're really like. Your body is practically begging me to fuck you."
Wriothesley smirked, and in a quick moment he wrapped his fingers around Neuvillette's neck, depriving him of oxygen as quickly as he had kissed him the first time. Neuvillette's eyes flew open at the action, but body went slack with pleasure as he let Wriothesley guide him to his feet, barely able to stand on them as he felt his back get pushed against the desk that he had been sitting at moments ago. Wriothesley couldn't wait a moment longer, he felt his fingers tearing at the buttons that kept Neuvillette's outfit on, tearing them off one by one as he watched the cape fall off his shoulders and pale skin underneath finally becoming visible. Wriothesley let out a small gasp as his eyes fell on Neuvillette's chest, his clothing hanging off one shoulder, showing tens of scars littered across his chest. They all seemed very clean and straight, lines not deviating from a simple line a few inches long.
"Don't....look."
Neuvillette whispered, mind getting so foggy he could barely manage to actually utter a sentence.
"Why would I tear my eyes away from you? You're the most beautiful thing I've laid my eyes on."
Wriothesley whispered, turning his attention towards the man's chest. His words were completely true, seeing Neuvillette like this had done more to him than he ever thought was possible. He placed his lips on Neuvillette's collarbone, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh lying before him. The noise that the other man made was unimaginable, his low whine echoed in Wriothesley's ears, running straight down his stomach and to his cock, where he tried to keep his breathing steady. Neuvillette instinctively tilted his head away giving Wriothesley the exact opening he needed to devour him. His bites were anything but gentle, teeth tearing the skin as he spread from his collarbone down to where his sensitive nipples were, placing them between his teeth and giving the softest bite every few seconds.
The torture was unimaginable, the pain was seeping through Neuvillette's body. But it was mixing with pleasure a bit too well. He kept lifting his neck to give the man who was devouring him better access, shifting his body so he could get more. He almost couldn't believe how needy he was, in any other circumstance he would have been mortified with the way he was acting. But right now he was losing his mind, all he could think about was the warm mouth on his neck and how it threatened to tear him apart with every kiss. His lust-filled eyes closed as he focused on the pain ripping through his chest, bringing a shaky hand up and digging it into Wriothesley's black hair. He pulled a bit too hard, Wriothesley gasping in response to the sudden movement. He wanted to destroy Neuvillette, he didn't want to stop until the man was a moaning mess at his feet. He would never be able to have this again, and his body was moving faster than his mind could.
Wriothesley lifted his fingers and made quick work of the clothing hanging off Neuvillette's shoulders, fingers flying down to his pants that he quickly started to pull off. Neuvillette kept his eyes shut, panting louder and louder with each touch, trying not to simply come undone by the feeling of Wriothesley's fingers on his thigh.
"You really want this, don't you?"
Wriothesley hissed in his ear, lifting Neuvillette the slightest bit off the desk so he had access to pull away the rest of the cloth that was hiding him from the man wanting to devour him. The hot breath against his ear made Neuvillette let out a breathless moan, his voice was so deep and hot it was sending shivers down his back with every word.
"I've never heard someone fall apart simply by touches like this before. You really are something, Neuvillette."
Wriothesley whispered again, fingers snaking up and wrapping around the throat that was sitting before him. He let out a growl himself, something about seeing the man he had swore to destory sitting on his desk, so needy and begging to be fucked was something that was going to be ingrained in his mind forever. In one quick motion, he pushed Neuvillette down on the desk by his neck, back slamming against the important papers and sending the ink pot spilling down the white wood that the desk was made of. Neuvillette let out a tiny whine as the ink sprayed across his chest, black liquid adorning his muscles and painting him like the prettiest picture Wriothesley had ever seen.
Wriothesley ran his tongue along his bottom lip as he pulled away from Neuvillette, speechless at the art that was lying before him. Neuvillette's face had gotten even redder and Wriothesley could see just how excited he was, his body was practically dripping from pre cum without even doing anything of substance. Yet Wriothesley found himself desperate too, desperate to make the man lying before him a moaning mess. His fingers twitched as he clamped his fingers down on Neuvillette's neck, depriving him of oxygen in one fluid motion. He used this as leverage to turn his body around on the desk, at a 90 degree angle so that Neuvillette's feet were facing the chair he had been sitting in moments ago.
Wriothesley silently walked around the desk, slowly unbuttoning his shirt at an almost painful speed. Neuvillette had lost all semblance of self control, he was drowning in his desires and only had one simple thought occupying his mind.
He wanted to be fucked more than anything.
He drew in another shaky breath as he watched Wriothesley remove his shirt, casting the clothing on his upper body aside as he leaned back down over the desk, lips hovering right above Neuvillette.
"Too bad I can't fuck that pretty hole of yours. I'm sure it would be a reminder to you for days that you were the one to finally lose to me. What a shame."
Wriothesley whispered, watching the look that spread across Neuvillette's face with pleasure. Neuvillette shuddered at the words, but he knew something that Wriothesley didn't. And under normal circumstances he never would have shared it. Under normal circumstances he would have tried everything to hide the fact that he kept a small bottle of oil in his bottom drawer, just in case his heat came at a time where he needed to deal with it. The bottle had been tempting him all day but he had told himself it would be wrong. He was supposed to be Chief Justice after all, it would be very unbecoming if someone had walked in his office to see what he had planned to do with that oil. But right now none of that mattered. The only way his dragon would be kept at bay was if Wriothesley used that oil to fuck him into oblivion.
"Bottom drawer. A small clear bottle."
Neuvillette whispered, words betraying him more than they ever have before. The words sent a chill through Wriothesley, he almost couldn't believe this was something someone as dignified as Neuvillette would keep in his office.
"You really are a slut. Your body is begging to be fucked, and you keep something as lewd as oil in your bottom drawer? For what reason, Chief Justice? Did you picture this exact scene so many times, me walking in and fucking you until you couldn't breathe?"
Neuvillette averted his eyes, he would be lying if he said at this moment he had never thought about the exact thing. But right now his cock was twitching in an almost uncomfortable way, his body was begging for some kind of release and Wriothesley knew that too. He needed this, oh Gods he needed to be fucked in the exact way that he had been waiting for. Wriothesley gave him another wicked smile, slowly climbing off the desk as he opened the bottom drawer, no doubt finding the object that had made Neuvillette's face so red. His fingers closed around the bottle of oil as he set it on top of the desk, marveling at how beautiful the man sprawled out in front of him was.
Both of their breathing was heavy from anticipation, anticipation they both never knew was there until they were lying practically naked in front of each other. Wriothesley slowly plucked the top off the bottle, turning it over so the liquid ran between his fingers. Neuvillette let out a whine watching the liquid fall down his fingers, a noise that made Wriothesley's eyes snap to him as the liquid flowed down to his knuckles. It was warm and smelled of flowers, something that Wriothesley had expected Neuvillette to use. It was almost as dignified as he was, other than the fact that it's sole purpose was to give someone more pleasure than they could know what to deal with.
"Turn around for me."
Wriothesley whispered, words making Neuvillette shiver. His body couldn't move, he had expected Wriothesley to turn him himself. This was so much worse. If Neuvillette turned his body around himself he really would be begging for it. He would be telling the man standing above him that all he wanted right now, all he needed right now was to be filled in the most lewd way possible. He would be practically giving himself away, admitting that he was nothing better than a slut who wanted to be stuffed as much as he could. But gods, did he want it. His mind was in a haze, enveloping him. And the more he kept going the more the dragon inside him pulled, this was what he needed. This was what he wanted. And so he did just that, he slowly lifted his body off the desk and turned around, pressing his chest to the top of the desk as he bent over, face beet red from the shameful act.
How quickly he had cooperated made Wriothesley let out a low growl, he almost couldn't believe how obedient Neuvillette was being. And it was fucking intoxicating. His fingers were warm, too warm. They needed to press into something, they needed to destroy something. So with the other hand that wasn't dripping with oil, he slowly cupped the soft halves of ass that were lying before him, letting him see that Neuvillette's entrance was twitching, begging him to fuck him open with his fingers.
He lined his pointer finger up to the hole and pressed in, Neuvillette's entire body shuddering and letting out a moan at the smallest of touches. Wriothesley couldn't help but gasp, he was so fucking warm around his fingers. He pushed his pointer finger farther in until he was slowly pumping it in and out of Neuvillette, the oil making soft noises as he gently fucked Neuvillette's hole at an almost painful speed, the slow speed making Neuvillette moan into the desk as he tried to push his hips up, trying anything to make Wriothesley destory him in the way he so desperately wanted.
Wriothesley sucked on his bottom lip, the action not going unnoticed. He decided to try something, something would destroy him. Instead of moving to two fingers he decided to try three, slowly slipping past the hole a bit too easily as he pushed them inside the tender walls, warmth filling around his fingers as he slowly started to scissor them, fucking Neuvillette open in a few quick actions.
"I see you've been pleasuring yourself in your free time. It's incredible how well you take my fingers, your body is reacting with every small touch. I really had no idea you were such a pleasure slut."
He growled, slowly spreading his fingers as he started pumping them in and out of the man bent over the table. Neuvillette's body was falling apart, his mouth was spread open and drooling all over the desk that his face was pressed against, the noises coming out of his mouth were so loud and barely muffled by the wood he was pressed up against. The pleasure was unimaginable, this was different from every other time he had ever tried to fuck himself. Wriothesley's fingers were cruel in how they spread him open, fingers pressing up against each spot inside him, building and building until he felt his pointer finger push against his prostate. The smallest action of brushing against his most sensitive spot made Neuvillette tip over the edge, not realizing just how close his body had been from being fucked open for just a few moments.
Wriothesley couldn't believe the way he tightened around his fingers, using his other hand to grab a mess of the white hair sprawled over dripping shoulders in front of him, pulling his head up so quickly he could catch a glimpse of the man in front of him. Neuvillette couldn't take the pleasure anymore, cock spewing hot ropes of white liquid on the desk in front of him, his legs trying to give out and body shuddering from pure pleasure. He had lost all self respect, mouth agape with a fucked look on his face, tounge panting as he relished in the way Wriothesley's fingers pounded against his prostate at just the right angle. But he wasn't done yet.
"Look at you. You've given into the pleasure, falling apart by just the touch of my three fingers. How would someone react if they walked in here just to see the powerful Hydro Dragon being ripped to pieces by my three fingers. Not caring who sees you, my dear Neuvillette you really are the biggest whore I've ever seen."
Wriothesley hissed, threatening to fall apart himself. But not yet. He wanted to push Neuvillette, he wanted to break him in every way that he could. And so he slowly undid the buttons on his pants, pulling them down so his dripping cock was exposed, long and hard, almost painfully as he slowly lined it up at the entrance without so much as another word. He had no doubt the man standing in front of him could take it, he had sucked in his fingers so well. He had expected some resistance from his cock, but the second he pressed it to the entrance he let out a low moan himself at how well he sucked in his cock. Neuvillette whined so loudly he swore all of Fontaine could hear him as he felt the sudden increase in pressure, his body already fucked out from the amplified pleasure. His feet faltered and he started to slip, but the firm grip Wriothesley had in his hair was enough to stop him from falling to the ground.
Wriothesley held a firm grip in his hair, using it to bend Neuvillette over in the exact pose that would allow him to hit his prostate as mercilessly as he could. He didn't waste any time in slamming in as deep as he could, making the man under him practically scream from the pleasure, tears pricking Neuvillette's eyes from the pure pleasure and bliss he was feeling. Wriothesley was dangerously close, his body teetering over the edge with each thrust. The man under him was so fucking warm, his hole was practically swallowing Wriothesley whole as it begged to be fucked harder, wanting more and more the harder he went on the trembling man under him.
Neuvillette's body was falling apart, the pleasure was too much to take as he realized just how large the man who was slamming into him was. His cock was huge and warm, thrusting against his prostate at a cruel speed, rendering his mouth to only make small fucked out noises as the sound of the oil colliding with body made horribly lewd noises. Neuvillette didn't care though, he was drowning with pleasure. He felt Wriothesley's grip on his hair tighten, pulling him farther up to give him a better angle to slam into Neuvillette. He gave up on fighting the pure pleasure running down his body, simply letting his mouth hang open like a dog as he panted and moaned, drool falling down his lips and onto the desk as he stopped hiding his noises, everything on full display from Wriothesley who was certainly taking notice.
"Look at you. This is who you really are, Neuvillette. Such a perfect hole for me to use, I can't believe you never begged me to fuck you earlier. You're so needy. And because you've been so good, I have the perfect gift for you."
Wriothesley gasped, body about to tip over the edge. A moment later and he was going to come inside Neuvillette, a moment later and he was going to pump him full of hot liquid. But he had a much better idea. He pulled his cock out, an absence that was immediately noticed by Neuvillette. But before he even had a moment to think he was lifted by his hair and shoved to his knees, mouth wide open trying to understand what was going on. Wriothesley let out a groan as white liquid spewed out of the tip, the hot liquid covering Neuvillette's face and running into his mouth, Neuvillette letting out a moan as he tasted Wriothesley in the back of his throat.
Wriothesley's body was shivering from the release, and the pure fact that Neuvillette was on his knees in front of him, dripping from his release. Neuvillette couldn't take the added pleasure that had been on his prostate earlier, and his cock that had been soft from coming had been hard again, and the liquid hitting his face was the exact thing he needed to let out another release. Again.
His body shuddered forward as his own cock twitched, white liquid running down and coating his legs as his body shook, so tired he almost couldn't sit on his knees. Wriothesley couldn't believe his eyes, he couldn't believe that Neuvillette had came again from the simple idea that his cum had covered his face.
Both of them lay there panting, both a dripping mess as Neuvillette hungrily snaked his tongue out, trying to lap up the liquid that ran down his cheeks.
"So hungry."
Wriothesley whispered, kneeling down to watch the man as he kept his mouth open, face still as red as ever. He reached his hand over, a small gentle act as he laced his fingers in the white locks, trying to put in some kind of care in the gesture.
"Because I'm so kind I can take you home. If anyone found you like this, you most certainly would be out of a job."
Wriothesley whispered, glancing into Neuvillette's eyes. The release had caused his heat to not be as bad as before, but there was still an aching in his stomach. A pain that would only be satiated by the feeling of pleasure through his entire body like it had a second ago. His heat made his twitching cock become hard a moment later, limbs exhausted from being held up from his hair.
"Give me more of you."