Neuvillette is too quiet in bed so Wriothesley decides to tease him about it.

CW: Contains Smut

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Neuvillette watches him with a too-sharp gaze.

So quiet—too quiet. Wriothesley straddles his thighs and hangs over him, a smirk on his face because he's determined to get Neuvillette to crack, crumbling underneath the weight of his arousal. His hand is hot against Neuvillette's stomach, his thumb trailing down. Neuvillette just watches with a placid gaze, interested and alert, but that's it.

Nothing else; not a twitch of his muscles, no nostrils flaring. Not even a catch of his breath, just a serene gaze locked onto Wriothesley's form as Neuvillette leans back on his elbows in the bed.

Wriothesley's hand drops, dragging his knuckles down the length of Neuvillette's erection. He wants this—there is no doubt. Neuvillette's cock is rock hard and glistening, precome dribbling from the tip. "At least your dick is honest," teases Wriothesley, thumbing over the head.

"Wriothe-sley." Neuvillette sighs his name, only for it to curl into a groan as Wriothesley strokes his length from base to tip.

Better. A solid four out of ten. Wriothesley knows that Neuvillette can give him even more.

He's already loose and slick. Neuvillette loves to open him up with his fingers, his nose buried into Wriothesley's nape as he breathes in his scent. Wriothesley could climb right over him and just sink down until he bottoms out. Would it leave Neuvillette reeling? Would he reach out and ground himself holding Wriothesley's waist?

"Sweetheart—" Neuvillette's jaw tenses at the pet name. Wriothesley chuckles, dropping his cock and pressing closer. He cups Neuvillette's face between his palms, stroking the high arches of his cheekbones. "One day, you'll like it."

"I will not."

"You already do."

Neuvillette huffs at that but doesn't look away, his gaze softening ever so slightly. And oh, that's sweet. Wriothesley loves these moments where that facade is slowly chipped away. Neuvillette isn't an unfeeling man, he just doesn't know how to express what he does know to be true, having spent centuries perfecting his calm nature that he wears by default.

"Handsome," says Wriothesley, dipping forward for a kiss. He tilts Neuvillette's face back and presses their mouths together for a soft, lingering thing. Here, Neuvillette indulges. His hands find Wriothesley's ass and brings him closer, claws digging into his plush backside. And he sighs when Wriothesley pulls away, tapping the tip of Neuvillette's nose with his finger. "Anyway, as I said—Sweetheart—" Neuvillette's face looks as if he's smelled something foul. "Hydro, please."

Wet, viscous slick condenses in Wriothesley's palm. He reaches down and slicks Neuvillette's cock. "Can't wait to feel this guy—"

"Don't call it that."

"Fine, fine," says Wriothesley, squeezing the base of his dick. "Your cock, then."

"So crude," murmurs Neuvillette. But he still holds Wriothesely gingerly by the waist and still guides him to settle over his hips.

Wriothesley gives him a few more strokes, taking in the length and girth. Even with the prep, even wet with Hydro, it'll be almost too much. That's what he loves, though. Nothing like being so full he feels like he can choke on it. He presses the tip of Neuvillette's dick to his hole and lets gravity do its work.

He groans at the stretch, head tipping back as he breathes. So good. So good. Wriothesley's thighs tremble as he sinks slowly, fucking himself open on Neuvillette's cock. Up and down. Gentle rolls of his hips as he drops further with every grind.

Neuvillette is still calm. Collected. He lays underneath Wriothesley as he guides his movements. But he still—

Wriothesley grunts. He knows that Neuvillette isn't unaffected. There are subtle things that give it all away. The pinpricks of his claws as they dig into his skin. The way his chest rises and falls just a little faster. How his horns glow a soft blue in the dimly lit bedroom.

His ass meets Neuvillette's thighs finally as he bottoms out after what feels like eons. "Oh," he gasps. He's so full. The heft of Neuvillette's cock carves through his insides, leaving Wriothesley to loose a shuddering breath.

Neuvillette's cheeks are flushed pink. Beautiful. Perfect. Wriothesley still wants more. A little teasing never hurt anyone, least of all the dragon in his bed.

"Hey—watch."

Neuvillette's gaze drops from Wriothesley's face to where he's seated. Wriothesley palms at his own cock which aches, giving it a quick stroke before his hand slips lower to tug his balls to the side. He offers a good view as he rises on his knees before sliding back down. Again, and again. Neuvillette's gaze doesn't waver but his mouth does part slightly, the tip of his tongue just barely caught between his sharp fangs.

Perfect. Wriothesley has him, so now it's time to put on a show.

"Wow." Wriothesley draws out the word, rolling his hips in a low and sensuous grind. Tears leak at the corners of his eyes from the fullness, and the sting of his rim stretched wide. "Now that you're all the way in, I can feel you allllll the way up here." Wriothesley presses his hand against his stomach, just underneath his navel. He cups the muscle and even if there isn't a proper bulge, he groans as if there is one.

Neuvillette's cock twitches at the thought and sight of it. It swells ever so slightly, leaving Wriothesley to let out a ragged moan. He bottoms out again, Neuvillette's cock shoved so deep it's almost as if he can feel it in his throat.

"Gods," he hisses. "Hah, I can—" Wriothesley finds words to be hard as Neuvillette's cock fills out entirely. Well. Wriothesley keens softly, shifting over him to grind that cock against his prostate. "I can feel you getting bigger, you know."

He doesn't think he's ever seen Neuvillette's face so red. Wriothesley knows why. Despite his typical teasing, even Wriothesley isn't particularly vocal in bed by way of dirty talk. This is merely a performance for the sake of a specific end goal. But it seems to be working.

Neuvillette seems to be caught by the sight of him impaled on his cock. His pointed ears twitch as Wriothesley tells him how much it fills him, how it twitches and swells so deliciously. His grip around Wriothesley's hips is crushing. There will be bruises and Wriothesley will see them as victory scars, purple imprints of those divine palms.

"Alright," mutters Wriothsely next. Enough of the teasing. He's sufficiently ruffled enough of Neuvillette's feathers to last a lifetime. He laughs, reaching out to grasp Neuvillette's chin and tilt it up. "Hey, eyes up here."

Neuvillette's face is so easily guided. He nuzzles against Wriothesley's palm, kissing the calloused skin. But then his gaze dips low again, which makes the heat in Wriothesley's gut spread like a wildfire.

He tugs Neuvillette's face back up. "I'm flattered," says Wriothesley, tracing Neuvillette's bottom lip with his thumb. Soft and pliant. Perfectly kissable. "To think that the Chief Justice himself is so enticed by the sight of me—what a treat."

Neuvillette pouts, his mouth curving downward into an unamused frown. Oh. Such an annoyed expression framed by a flush that ghosts his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Adorable.

Wriothesley wants to kiss that look right off Neuvillette's face. He snorts, leaning forward and pressing their foreheads together. "I'm teasing," he says affectionately. "No need to be so embarrassed."

"I'm—not."

He is. He absolutely is, and Wriothelsey loves him all the more for it. He guides Neuvillette's mouth to his for another kiss, laughing against his mouth. And Wriothsely does kiss that pout away—it's a sweet and searching thing that Neuvillette falls right into.

"You feel good." Wriothesley whispers it against Neuvillette's mouth. "Do I feel good too?"

"Wriothesley."

"Come on, tell me. I want to hear it."

"I—you already know—"

Wriothesley's hand curls around Neuvillette's neck, threading into his loose hair. "You're always so quiet," he says. "I want to see you shatter apart because it feels so good."

"Wriothesley—"

"Is my name the only thing you know how to say?" Which is funny, coming from him; he's quiet too, but he's in a playful mood. Wriothesley nips at his mouth as he lifts his hips, Neuvillette's cock sliding through him hot and thick. He's so full it nearly hurts, but the burn of Neuvillette's length leaves a lasting impression he wants to feel for days.

Neuvillette sighs against his mouth. He holds Wriothesley there, bucking against him, driving the tip of his cock deeper. "You—" He settles one hand against Wriothesley's hip and the other against his back, pulling them together until their chests are flush. "Wonderful. You feel wonderful."

If any previous partner said that to him, Wriothesley would have laughed. But when Neuvillette says it, heat spreads through his chest, coiling tight. Wriothesley is not a wonderful person, but at this moment he almost believes it.

Neuvillette guides his movements, the roll of his hips, the up and down as he falls against his cock. His hands wander, tracing gnarled scars and squeezing at muscle. His claws raise gooseflesh and the hairs on Wriothesley's skin, and Wriothesley can't help but moan when the sharp tips catch against his body.

"And you smell—" Neuvillette tilts his head, pressing his nose against Wriothesley's sweaty temple. He licks away a tear that drips down Wriothesley's cheek. "You cannot fathom how much I love your smell."

"I—that's—"

"Didn't you ask for this?" Neuvillette's tone is coy and amused. "I am unaccustomed to showering you with overt affection but whatever you ask for, you shall receive."

It isn't true; that he doesn't shower him with affection. Neuvillette may not speak sweet words but he lavishes Wriothesley plenty in other ways. When they share tea, or those soft, lingering touches, or how Neuvillette presses his palm against the small of his back—Wriothesley catalogs each and every moment, cherishing them.

Neuvillette's expression is one of rapture. Wriothesley rides his cock and they just watch each other, foreheads pressed together as all pretenses are lost. Neuvillette's hand slides down Wriothesley's spine, dipping between his ass cheeks. He is careful with his claws, feeling with the pads of his fingers. "So tight for me," he mutters into Wriothesley's ear, tracing the smooth edge of his rim where it's spread wide around his cock.

He shifts in the sheets, bracing his feet against the mattress. He thrusts languidly, rutting against him, pulling Wriothesley onto his length. No rush or hurry. It's maddening in a dizzying sort of way, but that in itself speaks volumes—Neuvillette is enjoying himself to the point of intentionally dragging it out.

Wriothesley clings to him, sinking back, meeting every thrust eagerly. "Fuck," he curses, arms slung around Neuvillette's neck.

Neuvillette laughs against his nape as he mouths at his throat. "A darling thing," he says. "How could I not enjoy my beloved?"

"That's—Oh—" Neuvillette reaches between them and grasps at his cock, stroking it. He fucks Wriothesley hard and deep, and Wriothesley just sputters against him as he feels followed out in the best sort of way. "I'm—fuck, feels good."

And that's all it takes—just a few more strokes of his cock and a heavy thrust that carves through his guts has Wriothesley spilling all over his hand. He tightens, clenching around Neuvillette's cock, sucking him dry.

Neuvillette groans, a sound that will haunt Wriothesley's dreams. His thrusts quicken, staggered in their rhythm as he chases his own end. "Wonderful," he says again, moaning the word right into Wriothesley's ear. "Always so wonderful for me. I didn't think—mhmn."

He tips over the edge quietly, the hand on Wriothesley's hip holding him firm as his cock slides deep. Dangerously strong, but gentle, his thumb teasing the line of bone there. White-hot heat spills into Wriothesley, flooding his ass. Neuvillette bites at his neck, teeth sinking into the juncture where it meets Wriothesley's shoulders, and the both of them are just gone.

Seconds and moments tick by. Wriothesley sags against Neuvillette who nuzzles every inch of his skin he can reach. "So good for me," he says, squeezing Wriothesley's asscheeks, holding him there until his cock softens enough to slip out.

Possessive dragon. Wriothesley hides a grin, laughing against Neuvillette's shoulder as he rests his forehead there. When he remembers how to think, he lifts his head. "You didn't think?"

Neuvillette floats in the hazy aftermath of his orgasm. At Wriothesley's question, his eyes flutter open, pupils dilating to focus. "Hm?"

"You said that you didn't think—"

"Ah." Neuvillette offers him a rare chuckle before brushing back Wriothesley's damp bangs. "I didn't think I would experience such wonderful intimacy with another. And I don't think I've told you that before." Now it's Wriothesley's turn for his face to burn pink in embarrassment, which doesn't go unnoticed. Neuvillette pays it no mind, though. He just leans forward and kisses the tip of Wriothesley's nose before guiding him off his lap. "Stay here. I'll find a towel."

The bed dips underneath Neuvillette's weight as he slides off it to root around for something to wipe themselves with. Wriothesley sits there awkwardly both as he waits and then when Neuvillette drags an old, decently clean shirt across his front.

When Wriothesley collapses into the sheets, Neuvillette tugs him close. "It is my turn to be needy."

"I wasn't needy," is Wriothesley's curt reply. Neuvillette hums. His chest is cool underneath Wriothesley's heated face. "I mean... okay, so I was... Look, you're just so quiet. Made me want to tease you."

Neuvillette tilts Wriothelsey's face up until the lock eyes. "Do you know what they say about a dragon scorned?"

Wriothesley blinks slowly. "Uh... no?"

"'A once scorned dragon will repay the favor twice-fold'," Neuvillette recites. "Tell me beloved, which do you prefer—your handcuffs? Or so many orgasms that you begin to come dry?" The blatant way Neuvillette asks leaves Wriothesley's mind whirring. But, before he can answer, Neuvillette just laughs and kisses his brow. "A better option," he then says, "is to leave you wondering."

"What does that mean?" Neuvillette says nothing as he pets his hair. "Wait, no really—what does that mean?"

"A tease, I assure you," is the eventual response.

But Wriothesley isn't stupid. For all of Neuvillette's coquettish nature in bed, he sure as hell knows to not ignore the subtle smirk that curves his lips.