Neuvillette hoisted the barely-dressed maid up into his arms, hands settled firmly on the roundness of Wriothesley's ass, made easily accessible through the layers of torn petticoats. The housekeeper laughed brightly as he was carried up to the completely untouched third floor, the sound devolving rapidly into exuberant moans as he was pressed against several walls and treated to the familiar taste of his lover's tongue deep in his throat in the process.
He cinched his thick thighs tighter over a slender waist clad in the finest fabrics money could buy, leveraging his hips forward to tempt Neuvillette with a most fantastic finale to the evening. Wriothesley had every intention to deliver nothing but the best service, satisfaction guaranteed.
Around the estate, eighteen intruders lay dead, but they paid the cooling bodies no mind, stepping around the massacre as Neuvillette escorted them to his private quarters. Wriothesley knew he would have to deal with the bodies afterwards, but that could be a tomorrow problem. His only current concerns were the numerous layers of clothing the master of the house was wearing, including a waistcoat and spats, each with an excessive number of buttons and buckles.
"If I cut your spats off, will you be upset?" Wriothesley asked in a rush, air forced from his lungs as he was tossed roughly onto the sumptuous bed. The soft comforter billowed around him with his landing, and he made sure to spread out as Neuvillette took a moment to remove his outer layers and toss them neatly to the side.
"Yes. Your attire, however…" Neuvillette trailed off as he loosened his jabot and slid it from his neck in one fluid motion, gloves quickly following one after another, placed delicately atop the nearby vanity.
Wriothesley surveyed what remained of his maid uniform, most of it in tatters from the fighting and the rest of it smeared with oxidizing blood in various haphazard splatters.
"Going to rip it off me? It is rather soiled." His blue eyes flashed with mirth, his grin an invitation and challenge all in one.
"I am considering it. Any objections?" Neuvillette raised an eyebrow as his fingers descended the row of buttons on his own shirt, plucking them free one at a time until his shirt fell open, revealing turquoise, scale-dappled skin, and a chest pretty enough to inspire works of art for centuries to come. Wriothesley's eyes were glued to those deft fingers and their strategic movements, all too aware of the strength behind them, strength that would have no issue ripping him out of frilly layers and the waist cincher tight around his middle. Maybe if he prodded enough, the claws would come out and slice right through the laces, cutting them to ribbons to bare his skin for his master's uninhibited perusal.
"Leave the stockings and the garter, but other than that, none at all, sir." His cheeky smirk said it all as Wriothesley unzipped one heeled combat boot and then the other, kicking them off and letting them clatter to the floor haphazardly.
He did it just to press Neuvillette's buttons, seeing as the man had just finished stepping out of his own shoes, placing them meticulously to the side before working on his spats. The twitch of his eyebrow was exactly what the housekeeper had been looking for, a sure sign that he was treading the line between enticing and irritating.
Exactly where he wanted to be.
"Are you misbehaving intentionally?" Neuvillette inquired, as the bed dipped under his weight. Wriothesley rolled onto his stomach, hiding his shit-eating grin in the soft pillow as he hiked his legs up underneath him and arched his back, fully aware of how it would cause the remains of his skirt to hike up, barely covering his ass. He was dripping, still, from earlier, his thighs a right mess, and if he was correct about where exactly his skirt was torn, then Neuvillette hopefully had the most teasing view of the bare skin where thigh met butt cheek.
"Me? Misbehaving? Sir, I am your most dedicated housekeeper; I would never dream of misbehaving in your presence." Wriothesley peeked over his shoulder, batting his dark lashes in a show of put-upon innocence that was as fake as his tone.
"I see." The master of the house sounded decidedly unconvinced and unimpressed.
A thrill rocketed down Wriothesley's spine.
There was just enough time to inhale before hands seized his skirt and, with a mighty ripping sound, tore it and the petticoats underneath fully in half. Wriothesley's eyes widened when it didn't stop there, another yank sending the split seam travelling along the curve of his back. Strong hands followed it up until the collar popped open, the entire dress slumping off his form to the bed below. It rested there for all of two seconds before Neuvillette snatched it away, the ruined uniform cast aside entirely, leaving Wriothesley in nothing but his arm and neck wraps, the requested stockings, garters, and the black waist cincher that sat prettily above his hips, accenting his curves.
That was where Neuvillette's hands settled, before he yanked Wriothesley back under him, the hardness straining against his half-unbuttoned trousers grinding ruthlessly into the housekeeper's ass.
"Oh, shit– !" A startled laugh fell from his lips, those fingers squeezing over hipbones, pinpricks of claws digging into flesh in warning. Heat pulsed in his core, the promise of what lay behind those layers of fabric exactly what he'd been craving all night.
"You did so well earlier. Why, now, are you trying to ruin it by being fresh with me?" Neuvillette growled directly in his ear, fangs brushing the outer edge down to his neck. Sharp teeth snapped, closing around the leather strips covering his neck, and with a tug, they tightened around his throat, briefly cutting off air supply and lessening blood flow. With another harsh yank, the leather tore, sliced open by the razor's edge of draconic fangs. In a rush of blood to the head, Wriothesley sucked in a lungful of air, and immediately let it loose in a hearty groan.
"B-because, I like it when you're mean to me." He panted each word, reaching up to tug the loose leather strips free from around his throat. Very suddenly, they were wrenched from his grasp, slipping through his fingers entirely, much to his confusion. "What are you doing?"
"You like it when I'm mean to you?" He caught a glimpse of Neuvillette's expression, the furrowing of his brow a sign of his confusion and calculation in equal measure.
"Of course. I love how possessive you get." Wriothesley grinned, even as his arms were caught and jerked roughly behind his back. At first, he wasn't sure what to make of it, until he felt familiar leather wind strategically around his wrists, cinching tightly with a hard tug.
Oh.
Two fingers slid beneath the makeshift wrist tie, checking to make sure there was still room for proper blood circulation. Even then, it was still tight, and his arms were indeed fully secured behind his back. It left him vulnerable, unable to do anything as those same fingers dipped between his thighs, tracing along the slick outer lips of his cunt where he was decidedly dripping with want. His legs shifted needily, trying to get those fingers to touch him properly. He wanted them inside him, rubbing at his inner walls, or at least petting his hard clit, which throbbed with heat and desire at the teasing touch.
Wriothesley groaned, looking over his shoulder, his cheeks flushed with heat as he caught sight of Neuvillette bringing his fingers to his mouth, pointedly licking the slick from them with a long, forked tongue.
"Fuck, Neuv, you're killing me here," he complained, shifting restlessly on the sheets. The sheer stockings slipping against the soft comforter beneath him.
"I've been tormenting you? You've been running around, flaunting your arousal everywhere you went inside this house. You smell positively divine, beloved, and this entire estate reeks of your desire for me. You taste twice as delectable, and I've been contemplating whether or not I should taste you properly before giving you your reward." Neuvillette bent forwards, scraping his teeth along the curve of his housekeeper's ample rear, biting down to leave a mark.
The promise in those sharply-lined lilac eyes sent pleasant shivers down Wriothesley's spine, his hands fisting tightly against the small of his back as he gasped. The bite stung, but it was quickly soothed with the pass of a cool split tongue, leaving nothing but pleasurable throbbing in its wake.
"Are you offering to tonguefuck me?" Wriothesley asked, breathlessly delighted.
"Must you be so crass?" Neuvillette bemoaned, as his fingers parted the folds of Wriothesley's wet entrance, leaving him rather exposed. He flushed crimson at the dedicated attention, suddenly struck by the desire to close his legs, which was very much not an option with how Neuvillette's knees pushed his own wider. The knowledge that Neuvillette could see all of him sparked along his skin, burned across his cheeks and the nape of his neck. Wriothesley wasn't often prone to true embarrassment, but this came pretty close, and he was surprised to find that it turned him on. It must have been obvious to the dragon between his thighs; he could feel himself growing wetter, dripping down his own thighs in eager anticipation, right where Neuvillette could see.
"Well –" Wriothesley huffed "– how would you describe – HMN!" All coherent thought left him as Neuvillette pressed his long, forked tongue directly into his slit without preamble and licked inside him, slow and pointed. That wet appendage curled against his inner walls and left the housemaid moaning as it pressed ever deeper.
"O-oh, fuck. Love, your tongue is so long. Shit!" Wriothesley could hardly think, the vibrator having been nothing compared to the way Neuvillette's tongue thrust in and out of his drenched hole. The sounds it made were obscene, the slick squelch seemingly loud each time he licked further inside. It was hardly the first time they'd done this, but not a day went by that Wriothesley didn't think about how well his master's tongue ate him out.
It wasn't long before a lubricated finger pressed slightly above, sinking into his ass easily, drawing a stuttered whine from deep in his chest as both of his aching holes were filled. A thumb and one admittedly very dexterous and talented tongue were not enough, but this dedicated care spelled a future for Wriothesley he quite liked. Neuvillette wouldn't have bothered testing the give of his ass if he'd only been planning to fuck his cunt.
A single thumb quickly became two fingers, and then three, and Wriothesley found his coherency slipping away rather suddenly as Neuvillette ate him out to his heart's content. It was when that heat in his groin coiled tight, threatening to tip him over the edge, that he fought for words that weren't moans of "yes" and "more."
"N-Neuv – Love, I'm gonna –" he gasped sharply as those fingers hooked inside of him. "If you keep that up.-" His eyes crossed a little, vision gone hazy. Neuvillette's tongue left him all at once, the sudden withdrawal worse than anticipated as it left him empty, clenching around nothing but the fingers still in his ass.
"Should I not bring you off like this? Have you not been edged enough tonight, dearest?" Neuvillette held him still, forcing his hips steady despite the way Wriothesley ached to roll them against something, impale himself on something, anything. He'd certainly been edged more than quantifiably enough but –
"I want to cum on your cocks. Sir, please," he begged breathlessly, wide, muscular back heaving with each inhale. He'd been craving that feeling, being stuffed full while his mind blanked out, feeling himself spasm around their girth inside of him.
He needed it.
There was a considering hum behind him, one that left Wriothesley wondering if his wishes truly would be considered, or if the dragon sovereign was more content to play with him as he saw fit until he was satisfied.
There was plenty of appeal in either scenario.
"That can be arranged. I hadn't realized just how desperate our earlier game made you. My apologies, love." Those fingers gave a slow and pointed thrust inside of him, and another for good measure, leaving Wriothesley trembling on the edge before they, too, were withdrawn, truly leaving him gaping and hollow.
"Please," Wriothesley groaned, the aching pulse of his arousal near unbearable as it thrummed in time with his pounding heart.
"Patience. Just a moment more, treasure." Neuvillette purred the words against the shell of his ear, his low tone barely disguising the sound of cloth rustling. Wriothesley pushed back in anticipation, and was rewarded with the slick sensation of the heads of not one but two cocks rubbing up against his slit. Deft fingers plucked at the laces of his waist cincher, loosening it until the clasps at the front could be popped open, the entire piece dragged away and discarded over the edge of the bed. Wriothesley didn't understand why, at first, why, but the subtle caress of fingers down the lean lines of his stomach foretold exactly what Neuvillette was hoping to feel. Those smooth planes would undoubtedly be interrupted soon by the shape of his cocks inside, and Wriothesley felt himself grow even wetter at the prospect.
A firm hand once more latched onto his hips, holding him still as Neuvillette lined himself up. Wriothesley didn't have to beg again as the warm, tapered heads of those thick cocks caught on both of his holes, testing the give of his slick asshole and wet cunt.
Both cocks pressed into him, spreading him wide around each flared ridge without any hesitation, driving Wriothesley near insane with how good it felt. He arched, pressing into them, putting himself on more than just display as cool air was sucked over his teeth and exhaled back into the pillow pressed to his cheek. It was a lot, not his first time taking both in one breath, but the stretch was always so much to adjust to. It always made him feel a little stupid, how his mind would blank and become nothing but an endless repeat of sensations.
"F-fuck, so full –" Wriothesley's hands flailed uselessly, pinned together behind his back, grasping at his own wrists, nails digging in as Neuvillette bottomed out, pressing deep enough that he swore he felt it in his gut.
A large, clawed hand traced up his thigh, dragging across sheer tights, shredding the already frayed material before continuing its journey up over his hip to his stomach. There, it splayed across his abs, pressing against the bulge that could just barely be made out from where Neuvillette's cocks sat nestled inside of him.
"You take me so well, beloved. I can feel myself in you," Neuvillette's thumb caressed a line down from Wriothesley's navel along the trail of hair that led towards his clit. The shiver it elicited was enough to have Wriothesley's knees shifting against the comforter as he glanced down at exactly where the master of the house pointed. He most definitely could see the faint imprint of Neuvillette's cocks, the very sight driving him to whine pathetically as he tried to move his hips. That desperation for friction kicked into high gear, the weight of the dragon's lengths inside of him a threat he needed the other man to make good on.
"Baby, please! Fuck me so hard I feel it for days –" Wriothesley growled the request, and the responding snarl, loud and close to his ear as Neuvillette folded over him, trapping him in against the bed, set his nerves alight.
Neuvillette's hips shifted, sliding his lengths nearly entirely free before he thrust forward, burying them just as deep in one smooth stroke that punched the air from the maid's lungs. He felt it in his spine, delight singing through his veins as Neuvillette set a punishing pace, thrusting into his holes without remorse or restraint.
Wriothesley lost his breath and never caught it, torn between moans and the drool escaping from the corner of his mouth, pooling on the pillow cushioning his cheek as strong hands clamped tightly over his hips, yanking him back onto every thrust.
"O-oh, fuck! Fuck! You feel so good, love!" Wriothesley felt fangs scrape along the back of his neck, anticipation building for the moment they might finally sink into his skin. He could hardly keep the sensations rocking his body straight, his focus ping-ponging between the heat in his groin from the friction of the cock in his ass and the one rubbing up against it from inside his cunt.
"Wriothesley," the breathy growl caressing the back of his neck had him trembling, the sound of his name falling like a prayer from the lips of the most beautiful and powerful man he knew; it was almost more than he could take. The heat in his groin spiked, spurred on by sharp, deep, thrusts. The slap of their hips meeting kept time to the beautiful melody of their chorus of moans and gasps.
Wriothesley's eyes crossed, the press of Neuvillette's hand over his stomach, over where his cocks mercilessly made a home for themselves, was more than he could take.
His orgasm took him by surprise.
It crashed into him like a tidal wave, his cunt and ass left to spasm uselessly around the lengths continuing their merciless thrusts, his walls milking the ridges of Neuvillette's cocks like it was their only purpose.
Wriothesley muffled his broken cry into the pillow, biting into it as his hips shook and his knees gave out, leaving him to suddenly slump towards the mattress. Before he could get far enough to accidentally slip off Neuvillette's lengths, an arm snaked around his hips, hauling him up and back onto both cocks with a firm tug. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he was held steady, Neuvillette slowing the pace of his thrusts but not bothering to stop as he used the housekeeper for his own satisfaction.
Wriothesley would be lying if he were to ever say he didn't love it. The tears that spilled from his eyes were ones of blissful overstimulation. He craved the incoherency that came from being pushed past his own limits. It was a bliss he'd only found in Neuvillette's bed and it choked his airways and left him buzzing from head to toe as he was plowed into. Truly, it was all he could do, to remain limp and shivering, supported entirely by the other man, his arms trapped behind his back as he was fucked into like a toy, his cunt sloppy and wet with his own release, dripping down until it soaked the edges of his stockings. It was surely a sight, one he couldn't hope to perceive through his blurry vision and pleasure-crossed eyes.
"Look at you," Neuvillette's lips caressed his ear, teeth nipping at the tip as he sucked in a sharp breath of his own. "Such a mess, and you're only one orgasm in. Shall I wring you dry tonight? Make you cum until you can't anymore?" The filthy promises fell so eloquently from his master's lips, and Wriothesley whimpered in gleeful submission.
Fingers brushed teasingly over his clit, and his hips jerked with the sudden jolt of sensation that shot through him. Wriothesley whined and twitched, but the fingers tormenting his clit didn't stop stroking it, not until his sharp, keening cries turning to delirious moans as he was pushed forcibly back into the realm of pleasure.
"I love the way you tighten around me when you feel good, beloved." Teeth finally broke skin, sinking deep into the meat of his shoulder, and it was agony and bliss all wrapped into one.
"I-I'm gonna –" Wriothesley tried to speak, was cut off by a ragged moan, torn from him by the fingers furiously stroking his clit in time with the deep rhythmic thrusts driving him ever closer to the crux of insanity.
"Don't hold back." a hot tongue laved over the wound on his shoulder, words murmured sweetly into flushed and sweaty skin as Wriothesley's eyes rolled back and the burning warmth in his groin peaked once more, shuddering through him. His stocking-clad toes curled with the exquisite pleasure that danced along his nerves. If his previous orgasm was a tidal wave, then this one was a riptide, pulled from him mercilessly, leaving him gasping for air as Neuvillette's hips finally slowed and he gently lowered the poor maid towards the bed.
The ghost of a breath caressed the back of his neck as the static sound in his ears slowly cleared, and Wriothesley managed to crack his bleary eyes open, clearing tears from his vision one lethargic blink at a time. Something brushed the back of his neck, trailing along the side, becoming the sweet caress of lips along the edge of his jaw.
"Are you still with me, beloved?" Neuvillette asked, breathy and sweet, in the soft rumbling tone that Wriothesley associated with early mornings shared together beneath skin-warmed sheets. The housekeeper managed a grunt, shifting his hips only to realize that both cocks were still rock hard inside of him.
Fuck, but that was hot.
"Y-yeah… M'good." Wriothesley slurred, shifting his arms against his lower back. He glanced over his shoulder, meeting inquisitive lilac eyes seconds before lips pressed to his own, capturing him in a slow and sensual kiss that melted his insides and warmed his bones.
"Roll over for me." The ties around his arms released suddenly, and a hand coaxed him onto his back as Neuvillette pulled out. Wriothesley complied with a moan, slowly straightening out his arms, carefully rolling his wrists and shoulders as he settled onto his back, parting his thighs wide as the other man settled between them.
"I thought you were planning to..." His breath hitched as Neuvillette rubbed his lengths along his slit, through the ample slick left from Wriothesley's multiple orgasms, "...wring me dry, darling?" His flimsy bravado faltered as Neuvillette's top cock rubbed over his clit, the second longer and thicker one sinking back into his cunt in one fluid motion.
"Did it appear that I was finished with you?" The master of the house smirked, pleased, no doubt, with the way Wriothesley's lashes fluttered and his hands fisted in the sheets. His thighs were pressed wide and towards his chest, leaving him folded in half and plenty open for Neuvillette to sink his cock nice and deep inside with a fluid thrust.
"F-fuck! If you don't come inside me, I'll quit." Wriothesley choked out the threat, unsure where exactly his bold words were coming from. The very notion was preposterous enough to drag a soft and startled laugh from Neuvillette as he carded clawed fingers through Wriothesley's hair and tugged his head back gently, baring his throat to greedy lips and sharp fangs.
"Will you now?" Neuvillette was rightfully skeptical, and all it took was a single roll of his hips to cut short any retort Wriothesley might have formulated. His already frayed nerves were instantly back on high alert, the new angle rubbing the tapered head of Neuvillette's cock delightfully over the bundle of nerves deep inside his cunt that dripped liquid pleasure down his spine.
"Hhhhn!"
"That's what I thought," Neuvillette chuckled, leaving a tender bite just under his favorite housekeeper's chin.
Neuvillette snapped his hips forward, burying his cock with a hard thrust, the second one rubbing directly against Wriothesley's clit. He pressed down into each thrust, picking up the pace until his lover couldn't keep his shouts of pleasure contained. Their breaths mingled in the scarce space between their lips, capturing one another in searing kisses filled with teeth and tongue whenever the motion of their bodies brought their faces together.
Wriothesley's hands gripped powerful shoulder blades, his own fingers strong enough to dig half-moons into Neuvillette's back as he scrambled for anything to hang onto while being railed into the mattress.
"Think you can come again?" Neuvillette gasped against his wet lips, teeth dragging against Wriothesley red, kiss-swollen bottom lip. The maid nodded furiously, one hand dropping clumsily to loosely grip the dragon sovereign's second cock, ensuring that it slid perfectly against his clit with each rapid thrust of his hips. The extra pressure drew a sob out of Wriothesley's mouth, his ankles crossing behind Neuvillette's neck with how bent in half he was, knees hooked over his mate's shoulders.
"Wriothesley – beloved." Neuvillette sighed his name, pressing tender kisses everywhere on the maid's tear-wet cheeks he could reach as his hips eagerly sought both their climaxes.
Wriothesley could hardly hear the sound of Neuvillette's moans, his own sobbing exclamations drowning them out as he found himself on the brink of a fourth climax. He practically screamed Neuvillette's name when the man hit an angle so devastating that Wriothesley had no choice but to hang on for dear life and tumble gracelessly over the edge of world-shattering satisfaction. He felt the press of something thick at the base of Neuvillette's cock as his wall squeezed tight around the length inside of him. Wriothesley realized what it was the moment Neuvillette pressed it deep inside him, the knot popping past his spasming walls, locking them together tightly.
He gasped, head thrown back as he was stuffed completely full, barely enough presence of mind to squeeze the knot at the base of the cock pressed flush with his clit, milking it for the satisfaction of hearing Neuvillette snarl above him in pleasure.
Neuvillette thrust forward harshly and found his own release, grinding both his cocks in short, aborted movements as he filled Wriothesley with his spend and painted his stomach with it simultaneously. The maid luxuriated in the sensation, shivering as he felt the throb of the length inside him echoed by the thrum of his own heart and residual aftershocks of pleasure.
Wriothesley must have briefly blacked out, as his vision returned to him slowly, eyelids heavy with the effort of fluttering open. Fingers raked gently through his hair, drawing him further into awareness as he caught his breath.
"There you are," Neuvillette murmured sweetly, smoothing the sweat-slick hair away from the housekeeper's forehead as his lilac and cobalt eyes swept over him with hints muted concern. Wriothesley shifted his legs, groaning when he realized they were still locked tight over Neuvillette's shoulders.
Sensing what he was doing, Neuvillette helped lower his legs one by one until they could wrap more comfortably around his waist. The point where they were locked together shifted minutely, sending fissures of pleasure along well-spent nerves. Wriothesley dragged his own fingers through the mess of cum on his stomach, bringing it to his mouth where he pointedly licked them clean.
"I thought I told you to come inside me," he whispered hoarsely, the hint of a grin tugging the corners of his mouth upwards as he shifted his hips and got comfortable. It would be a bit before Neuvillette's knot went down and they would be able to separate, so they might as well enjoy the proximity while it was mandatory.
"I did," Neuvillette growled, giving a short thrust of his still-hard length, enough to punch a gasp out of the housekeeper in his grasp.
"I-I'm joking, love. Point taken!" Wriothesley quickly wheezed, ignoring the smug look shot his way as he slumped back against the pillows.
"That mouth of yours," Neuvillette chuckled, smoothing his hand down Wriothesley's chest, caressing his pecs and scars reverently.
"You love it," Wriothesley retorted with a shit-eating grin. Their foreheads collided with a gentle thunk as they inhaled one another, settling into their intimacy like two well-oiled gears.
Wriothesley's hands also began to wander, tracing over patches of scales here and there, memorizing the dips and curves that made up the man he loved all the imperfections that made him beautiful and all the natural beauty that kept his heart neatly caged. His pale blue gaze swept over Neuvillette in his entirety, taking in the picture they made twined together, and he melted in contented happiness.
A fierceness blossomed in his chest, the reminder of the infiltrators from earlier, of Celestia and their determination to wipe the sovereigns from the world to ensure their continued grasp of power went unchallenged. Wriothesley surged upwards, his calloused hands grasping Neuvillette by the sides of his neck as he stared deep into his eyes.
"I would burn down all of Celestia for you…" he declared unflinchingly, sealing that promise with a kiss that burned as brightly as the sun in the sky as his eyes fluttered shut. The rumbling purr that started in Neuvillette's chest was answer enough as they kissed lazily, lost in the taste of one another and the promises sealed between their lips – those of the past, present and eternal future.
"There is no ocean too wide, nor mountain too tall, to keep me from you. I wear your adoration like the night sky wears the cosmos, resplendent and ethereal and all the better for its continued presence." Neuvillette pressed his words into Wriothesley's skin as he kissed along his throat, words so beautiful his eyes stung with unshed tears. The sincerity in each one twisted his heart. Wriothesley found himself wondering for the hundredth time how he got so damn lucky. "Your decision to stay all those years ago changed the trajectory of my existence, and not a day goes by that I am not grateful for that choice. Grateful for your presence in my life, Wriothesley." His lips stalled as he reached Wriothesley's chest, where his heart sat, punching a steady rhythm as if to prove its adoration with every beat. Lilac eyes flicked upwards, and Wriothesley's breath caught in his throat, tears threatening to spill forth from their unstable containment.
"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," Wriothesley choked out around the emotions threatening to render him mute.
"I love you too," Neuvillette sighed, capturing him once more in a fatal kiss that Wriothesley lost himself in. Neuvillette's knot had long since gone down, his length softened, and still neither of them moved, wrapped up tightly in one another's embrace.
They stayed like that until Wriothesley found himself drifting off, and the fluids on his thighs and stomach began to dry and itch obnoxiously.
"Come, beloved, let's get you cleaned off and into bed proper," Neuvillette whispered into his ear. Wriothesley grumbled and stubbornly refused to let go, leaving Neuvillette with no choice but to scoop him up in his arms and carry him towards the bathroom.
"I have to clean up the bodies…" Wriothesley whined, remembering the actual mess and destruction, left down below on the first and second floors of the estate. There were at least twelve hours before everything would truly start to smell, but there were certainly stains in the carpets, and he was pretty sure he blew up the dining room table.
"I will call Sedene and have her and the other staff take care of it first thing tomorrow. You did more than enough tonight, Wriothesley." He glanced downwards, and Wriothesley pouted back up at him, feeling very much like he was slacking on his responsibilities. "Can you even stand, beloved?"
"I don't know, I haven't tried yet," he grumbled. Although, the twinge in his lower back was a good indication of exactly how well he would be walking in the next twelve hours, much less cleaning up dead bodies and getting them ready to be sent back to Celestia tied up neatly with a bow. Wriothesley prided himself on ensuring that those who died by his hand found their way back to whomever sent them, if possible. After all, their families deserved closure. Whether or not Celestia ensured that was the case, he had no clue, but at least he'd done his part.
They'd once offered mercy to those that trespassed, but that got messy fast, and the first time one of them managed to grab a gun and shoot him in the shoulder, nearly at point blank range, made it quite apparent that lethal force against lethal force was only fair if they wanted to survive.
Neuvillette turned on the shower water, pausing to set Wriothesley down on the counter. He made a face, already sore and leaking, but didn't complain as he set about removing the tattered remains of his stockings and the garter that had somehow survived everything. It was with shaking legs that he made his way into the shower, all too aware of how Neuvillette hovered even as he stripped the rest of his layers away and followed him under the warm water.
Sturdy but lean arms wrapped around his waist as his lover curled around his back, subtly giving Wriothesley something to lean against, which he took without complaint. They rocked gently under the warm water, letting it wash away the evidence of their good time and any remaining blood splatters from the conflict. Neuvillette nuzzled into his neck, absently kissing and licking over the deep bitemark on Wriothesley's nape, both the long-since scarred mark signifying their bond and the fresh one from earlier that had scabbed over already.
In the silence, Wriothesley's mind had kicked into high gear. As much fun as the evening had been, the frequency with which these attacks kept happening was steadily increasing and it bothered him. He knew that, despite his best efforts, all it would take was one misstep, a single mistake on his part, and something, or someone, could be lost forever. He knew what the soldiers of Celestia were meant to do should they get their hands on Neuvillette –kill anyone that got in their way and incapacitate the dragon to be brought into the main headquarters. There were contingencies for whether or not the dragon behaved, but there was plenty of equipment. Namely, tranquilizers that were dosed to take down a full dragon, and plenty of live ammunition that was authorized to be shot directly at the target.
After all, a dragon could endure a lot before they would die.
"Your thoughts are incredibly loud, beloved." Lips pressed to his temple, cutting through the warm water trailing down from his soaked salt-and-pepper hair.
"Ah, sorry." Wriothesley slicked his hair back, sighing as he closed his eyes and leaned into his chest.
"Anything you care to share?" Neuvillette's hands, lathered with soap, began to roam his body, caressing him and washing away the evidence of the evening and any close calls. Wriothesley let him, accepting the pampering for the moment, the routine a balm to his frayed nerves.
"Hmn…" He hummed, contemplating whether or not to worry his mate with any of his racing thoughts. "Thinking about Celestia and their…tenacity," Wriothesley admitted quietly.
Neuvillette's nostrils flared slightly, a testament to his control that he didn't actively scowl at the mention of the organization.
"I'd prefer you not think about the government when I finally have you all to myself," he muttered tersely. "Haven't they taken up enough of our evening already?"
Oh. How cute.
Wriothesley grinned, turning a slow circle against the soapy hands holding fast to his hips until he could loop his arms around the other man's neck and stare mischievously up into his eyes.
"Is someone jealous, perhaps?"
The silent and calculating look Neuvillette leveled at him was enough of an answer in Wriothesley's book, and he couldn't help the spark of excitement that shot to the surface anytime he caught his dragon being possessive with him. A snicker escaped him, but he quickly smothered it into the pale column of Neuvillette's neck, nuzzling into the spot he knew the dragon liked. It had something to do with draconic instincts and scenting, which he understood in basic principle, even if he couldn't possibly ever experience the aromas or pheromones that Neuvillette had once described to him.
"Is my big, scary, Hydro dragon sovereign jealous of me thinking about the government in our shower?" Wriothesley cooed into his skin, dragging his blunt teeth along the line of Neuvillette's throat when he felt the preemptive rumbling of a displeased growl building in his chest.
"Wriothesley." He grumbled his name in warning, one the human took more or less seriously.
"I'm teasing, sweetheart. I like it when you're jealous, but I can promise that you have no reason to be. My thoughts about Celestia are merely calculations – whereas my thoughts about you are too inappropriate and sappy for public consumption." Wriothesley pulled away, raising a single finger to gently boop his dragon on the tip of his nose. Said nose scrunched rather adorably, sending Wriothesley's heart in free-fall all over again.
"I see. Is that a topic you need to contemplate at this very moment?" Neuvillette asked, his brow creasing slightly.
"No, but you know me, my mind is always busy." Wriothesley shrugged nonchalantly, as if that wasn't the understatement of the century. There was a reason he could take a rifle apart and put it back together blindfolded, and it wasn't because his brain was quiet.
"I'm well aware; it is one of the many things I love about you." Neuvillette's claws traced over wet, soapy skin, helping to wash away the suds. They dragged along bruised hips and found the roundness of Wriothesley's ass, grasping it firmly to his delight and intrigue. "Should I distract your busy mind? Did I not do a good enough job earlier?"
"No, you did a remarkable job." Wriothesley could still feel the ache in his hips, a testament to exactly how well Neuvillette had fucked him. "That being said, you're welcome to distract me with your mouth until we get back to bed." His grin was wickedly sharp as hands pulled them flush and their noses bumped against one another, the slick slide of their bodies a wonderful reinforcement of their earlier proximity.
"I ought to put your unruly mouth to use with how you've been acting tonight," Neuvillette chided, sliding the pad of his thumb along Wriothesley's bottom lip. "Sometimes I wonder if your appetite isn't more voracious than my own." Blunt teeth nipped playfully at that digit as Wriothesley's dark eyebrow went up in challenge.
"Is that a complaint, monsieur?" he inquired as his hands caressed down the chest in front of him, thighs parting to invite one of Neuvillette's to slip between.
"Hardly," the master of the house scoffed.
"That's what I thought," Wriothesley whispered as their lips crashed together. Their shower lasted longer than anticipated as Neuvillette offered to clean him further by shoving first his fingers and then several inches of his tongue into Wriothesley's cunt until the man was gasping and clutching at wet, white locks of hair, grinding desperately against his mouth.
Wriothesley returned the favor eagerly, sinking to his knees under the hot shower water to take first one, then both lengths into his mouth, figuring that if he had the day off tomorrow anyway, he might as well destroy his throat too.
He took turns deepthroating each cock, until Neuvillette grew impatient and fucked his throat with one while Wriothesley jerked the second until the master of the house moaned with his second climax of the evening. Wriothesley swallowed what he could, licked clean what hadn't fit in his mouth and by the time their shower ended it was a miracle he could stumble to his feet with how dead tired he was – not to mention the loud, protesting pop both of his knees gave.
Neuvillette dried them both and promptly changed the bed sheets, despite Wriothesley's protests about that being his job, before he carried Wriothesley to bed. By the time Neuvillette joined him after having turned off all the lights, the housekeeper was almost fully asleep. He had enough presence of mind to drag Neuvillette closer, until he was wrapped up securely in his arms. It would take hell freezing over for Wriothesley to admit it, but he felt safer with the dragon at his back, slept more soundly with Neuvillette's steady heartbeat against his own.
In the morning, he would see about helping Sedene with the clean-up, and, when Neuvillette was busy at work, would revisit the troublesome thoughts about their persistent pests.
It was embarrassingly close to the middle of the afternoon by the time Wriothesley sat up in bed. Neuvillette had long since kissed him on the forehead and no doubt headed to his office to start work for the day. Wriothesley was, therefore, left completely to his own devices. There was a cute note scrawled on a slip of parchment sat next to a (now likely cold) cup of tea. His back ached something fierce, as did his throat, and despite technically having the day off, he dragged his sorry ass out of their bed and threw on a robe as he read the note.
Beloved,
Rest as much as you desire. Sedene has organized a team to take care of the mess, and Menthe is contacting the usual companies for repairs.
Come say good morning when you wake up.
Love,
N
Wriothesley took a sip of the cold tea, made a face, and drank it anyway, because it was a nice blend, and who was he to refuse a gift? He'd had worse.
Cup in hand, he wandered towards the office, stopping by to kiss Neuvillette on the cheek, before he continued to his own room and wardrobe. Once there, he dug through the various uniform options, opting for one of the maid outfits that had a longer skirt to wear.
His desire for an actually hot cup of tea brought him eventually to the kitchen, which was, miraculously, more or less untouched in the chaos of the previous evening. The dining room, however, was a complete disaster. His own fault, really; he knew better than to use full pipe bombs in the more heavily decorated rooms for this exact reason. The crown molding was missing chunks, the dining room table was… well, it was still standing, and he gave the credit for that entirely to the craftmanship of the piece. The chandelier was in pieces, shards of crystal littering the floor from corner to corner.
Wriothesley brewed a fresh pot of tea and continued his perusal of the estate as he sipped on a cup. He greeted the Melusines as they worked, and stepped carefully amongst the wreckage in his heels. Something about it all didn't sit quite right, and those bothersome thoughts from last night returned tenfold.
"…I would burn down Celestia for you..."
Wriothesley had said as much to Neuvillette in the heat of their embrace, and he'd meant it. Oh, did he mean it. He headed back towards the dining room, grabbing several things buried deep in his closet on the way as the gears in his mind started turning and didn't stop.
Scarred hands smoothed out the blueprint he'd pulled out so it laid flat upon the dining room table, or what remained of it. The scuff marks and gouges from errant bullets still marring the surface from the recent invasion did make for a difficult time, but he persisted. They were only a handful of the many scars that remained from yet another assault on the estate.
The assault on their home.
Cold cobalt eyes scoured the layout of the facility before him, analyzing entrances and exits, hallways and side rooms. Wriothesley's brow furrowed in concentration as the task before him loomed, large and foreboding.
No, if he was going to do this, then they were going to do it right. He would need help.
Wriothesley pulled the phone from his maid uniform pocket and scrolled through the contacts towards the bottom. His finger hovered over the call button until practicality won out over pride, and he lifted the receiver to his ear.
"Hello?"
"I'm calling in that favor you owe me, Childe."
"Oh, shit. You're still alive?"
"I'm not that old, you brat," Wriothesley grumbled, arms crossed over his chest as he stared up at the stained-glass skylight that blessedly hadn't been damaged.
"Still, I haven't heard from you in, like, years it feels like."
"It's been ten months. I ordered two new sniper rifles from you, and a case of ammo," he reminded the young man with a single raised eyebrow.
"Okay, but ordering guns and ammo and giving me a call are different. So, what's the occasion?"
Wriothesley took a deep breath and glanced back at the blueprint spread out before him. The headquarters laid bare down to its bones upon the paper. All five floors of its insidious glory.
"I require your personal expertise for this job. How do you feel about blowing up the Celestia Operations Headquarters?" Wriothesley heard a sharp inhale, followed by a distant but audible swear.
"I'm in, but I have conditions!"
"So do I. Let's talk about it over lunch. How does tomorrow at thirteen hundred hours sound?"
"What is that in normal people time?" Childe asked, leaving Wriothesley to pinch the bridge of his nose, barely containing an aggrieved sigh.
"One in the afternoon," he grumbled, already regretting his decision to involve other people. Coordinating a group was always a thankless task, and he usually had enough on his plate running the estate efficiently. This would all be additional work on top of his usual load.
"Eh, I can make that work." Wriothesley heard the sound of something being dropped, the clattering more than audible over the line, enough that he pulled the phone away from his ear.
"I'll meet you in the city, at Café Lutece. Don't be late, and bring me the specs on any new equipment you have. Clorinde will be joining us."
"Oh, sweet. Can I bring Zhongli? He might actually have some insight for all this."
Wriothesley pursed his lips, glancing towards the general direction of Neuvillette's office. Oh, he was so going to be in trouble for this one, but Childe made a rather good point.
"Fine. I'll see you there." And with that, he hung up the phone, and set about marking entry and exit points on the map, a detailed plan forming piece by piece in his mind.
It was high time Celestia got a taste of their own medicine.