Perched upon a wooden chair painted a dainty pale yellow, with a teacup delicately pinched at the handle between two fingers, Wriothesley sat and waited for his guests to arrive.
Impatiently.
They were late, and he was making every conceivable effort to not be irritated about it as he smoothed out the wrinkles in the long-skirted maid uniform he currently wore. This style of the uniform was decidedly modest, with long sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a neckline most would consider reasonable. He'd opted for his platform thigh-high boots as a matter of practicality, all too aware of the perils of attempting to wear stilettos on cobblestone streets.
Clorinde was also late, but she was an allowable exception. She'd called ahead to let him know she would be running behind due to her efforts keeping Neuvillette in the dark about this particular appointment. She was, obviously, playing a very crucial role, and her communication was impeccable; he had no complaints.
No. It was the other two tap-dancing away on his last nerve.
One in the afternoon, they'd agreed. It was almost twenty past, now. It was the military training, he reminded himself, that had made him feel like punctuality was a life-or-death situation.
Sometimes people were late, and that was perfectly fine.
Except that Wriothesley couldn't be gone from the estate for too long, or it would be obvious that he was not simply out for a regular check-in with his armaments contact. Those usually lasted all of thirty minutes, and he often met them only slightly off-premise. Neuvillette was extremely intelligent, likely to pick up on the time differences with even the barest amount of thought applied. The last thing Wriothesley wanted was for the dragon to take note of the discrepancy and worry about him or what he was getting up to. He'd have to come clean eventually, but Wriothesley would much rather do it on his own terms, without needlessly worrying his mate.
Sovereigns forbid his handsome and capable lover come looking for Wriothesley and find him out to lunch with Zhongli, of all people. The resulting tidal wave might be catastrophic.
As if summoned by his ire, Wriothesley heard a sharp laugh cut through the soft afternoon windchimes, twittering birds, and gentle din of the streets. Childe waved animatedly as he and his plus one were led over to the outdoor table by the server, who the arms dealer was happily chatting up.
"Wriothesley! Good to see ya. Looking good. I must say, I was skeptical at first, but the maid dresses really suit you. I can't put my finger on why, but it's a good look." Ever the chatterbox, the ginger was speaking before he was even within a few feet of the table. On his shoulder, he carried a rather hefty-looking duffle bag that landed with a thunk onto one of the four available chairs sat around the circular table.
"Good afternoon, Childe, Mr. Zhongli." Wriothesley toasted his teacup to each of them in turn before taking a sip to further soothe his raised hackles.
"I apologize for our tardiness; it is my fault. There was some confusion on my behalf taking the train into the city. I did not realize one needed money to access public transportation services." Zhongli settled into his chair gracefully; at the same time, Childe twirled his around on one point until it faced backwards, straddling it like one might attempt to ride a horse.
Wriothesley stared in muted horror at the pair before him. It took him longer than normal to process the words leaving Zhongli's mouth, his own opening and closing at least twice before he sorted through the bizarre string of words.
"You thought public transportation was free?" he asked, tone wooden with disbelief. Wriothesley was painfully reminded of ages past, when he'd first met Neuvillette, and quickly learned that while the dragon sovereign possessed a myriad of terrifyingly powerful skills, he didn't know how to drive, use a modern washing machine, or work any phone that wasn't a rotary.
"Well, yes. As a public service, should it not be funded for the public?" Zhongli stated frankly.
Wriothesley stared. Blinked. Drained the rest of his teacup and poured himself another one.
"While your point is enlightened, how we got there remains questionable. That being said, I suppose that brings us, indirectly, to exactly why we're here today. The government in question, who has failed to fund public transportation on behalf of the public, needs to be put in check." He shifted forward in his seat, setting cup and saucer aside to clasp his hands upon the table.
"Right. You want to blow up Celestia HQ." Childe whispered the latter half of the sentence, glancing around at the other tables – ones Wriothesley had already ensured were sufficiently far away or empty enough to provide a sound cushion to keep their conversation private. Unless, of course, they started yelling everything at one another.
"Correct. I'm tired of them staging assaults on Monsieur Neuvillette's estate. They still haven't gotten the message; despite the six times I've sent their operatives back in body bags. I'm tired of needlessly having to repair the columns in the atrium and also taking the lives being unnecessarily sacrificed." He tapped a finger against the tabletop, eyeing the gentlemen across from him.
"Will your concentrated assault ensure this doesn't happen anymore?" Zhongli inquired, taking one of the empty teacups and pouring himself a steaming cup.
"Yeah. What makes you think this won't just piss them off further?" Childe frowned, folding his arms over the back of the chair so he could rest his chin upon them.
"It will piss them off further without a doubt," Wriothesley admitted with a haphazard shrug. "But I happen to loosely know how their funding program works. Archons decide which projects they want to back –" his sharp blue eyes cut to Zhongli "– Correct me if I'm wrong. It is their direct support for a project that garners proper funding and public motivation. Neuvillette became a target as soon as Focalors elected to give her Authority back to him, instead of passing it on to an heir. Current working theory is that Celestia has been making a case for funding this project, and one of the Archons has been backing it as a result. Naturally, Celestia had plans for that authority and they're pissed it never came back to their hands."
"Ah, so we need to demonstrate to whichever Archon this is how futile it is to keep chasing this dream." Childe finished for him, chin captured between his thumb and forefinger as he nodded along.
"While mostly correct, there is a small hiccup in your theory." The former Geo Archon frowned, brow creased in deep thought. "Celestia operates independently of the Archons, despite their intertwined involvement. As much as it is possible one of the remaining five archons has continued to provide necessary funding for these endeavors, Celestia could be launching this assault entirely on their own."
Wriothesley frowned, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed Zhongli carefully.
"Then what do you propose?"
"On top of dismantling their structure beyond repair, one should ensure they do not have the funds to repair at all. Both economically and socially." He plucked one of the petit fours from the tower and gently unwrapped it with a claw.
"What do you mean by that?" Wriothesley asked. Childe laughed, the sound cutting through their subdued conversation.
"Like most organizations, a large portion of Celestia's funding comes from Liyue's profitable markets. I happen to know someone who might be of help to you, seeing as Ninguang holds a personal grudge against them for the somewhat recent destruction of her private property. Socially, should the public become aware of Celestia's wrongdoings as a result of such a large calamity taking place, it would be much more difficult for them to recover and fund new efforts to trap Sovereign dragons." Zhongli popped the bite of almond cake into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.
Wriothesley stared the retired Archon down, beyond pleasantly surprised with his contribution. The feeling of despair at working with a team subsided ever so slightly.
"Then we'll get in contact with your lady in Liyue and I'll see about reaching out to the Spina Di Rosula in an effort to get a political smear campaign going. I reckon I have enough security footage to ruin their reputation a smidge. Not to mention the laundry list of work Neuvillette has been putting in helping to restructure the social programs in Fontaine anonymously as well as the conservation efforts he's been doing for centuries on the oceans. That alone should put him in the people's good graces." Wriothesley reached for his phone, making several notes in the device for later.
"So, we're really going to do it? We're storming in and blowing it all up?" Childe leaned forward in his chair, eyes alight with unbridled anticipation. Wriothesley's cold gaze flicked up from his phone.
"Nah, we're gonna walk in and invite them to tea." He waited for confusion to settle on both their faces before he chuckled. "I'm pulling your leg. Yes, we're going to blow them to pieces. I'll explain how as soon as Ms. Clorinde sees fit to grace us with her presence –"
"Present and accounted for, your Grace." A smooth voice spoke from behind him. Wriothesley took a single deep breath, willing all of the muscles in his body to relax from their suddenly tense position.
She was one of the few who could successfully sneak up on him. It seemed to be happening more often as he got older, too.
"Ms. Clorinde, please take a seat. I was just about to go over the plan. I take it the master of the house is occupied?" One dark eyebrow rose as calloused fingers pulled free one of the many blueprints he'd made copies of earlier.
"For now. He had questions. I deferred to your expertise on the matter. I would expect a thorough questioning when you return to the estate." Clorinde settled into the available chair, gaze sweeping judiciously over their perimeter.
"Peachy," Wriothesley muttered under his breath, clearing a space on their table to lay out one of the larger maps. "That aside, here is the tentative plan. We're going in through the roof and clearing a path to this staircase; that gives us access to all floors. I will secure the doors to each floor. Childe and Zhongli will proceed immediately to the ground floor. You two are setting charges on their foundational support beams in the basement here, here, and here." His finger traced over the places marked with small red x's. "Anything you can do to weaken the beams before the blast is encouraged." Ice blue eyes alighted to Clorinde's face, her own gaze tracing different access points.
"How are we getting in through the roof?" she murmured, leaning forward at the same time Childe punched the air in excitement.
"Helicopter and your girlfriend equipped with a rocket launcher and all the ammo she could dream of ." Wriothesley's hands flew out to the sides placatingly at the sudden scathing side-eye sent his way.
"You're giving her a rocket launcher?"
"Before you get defensive, she's already agreed enthusiastically. Melus and Silver will be flying the chopper" Wriothesley waited for her protest, practically watching the gears turning in her head as she went over scenarios from all known angles. He knew what she was doing, had run those mental exercises again and again for the past two weeks while staring at this same map.
"Understood…" she finally relented, reluctantly, gaze sweeping back to the map. "I don't like that she'll potentially be dealing with heavy artillery by herself."
"Actually, that's where you come in. You and I are running interference. Fourth floor is their communications department. One good Electro grenade should have their ability to organize nipped in the bud, giving Navia free reign to fire at will. Lack of communications also means lack of their own aerial response as they won't be able to coordinate any sort of take-offs." Wriothesley watched as she accepted each new part of the plan.
"Impressive; you've really thought this through at every angle," Zhongli murmured, as he picked through the various papers.
"I have. The question remains, however, on whether or not you're in. Regardless of prior planning this is inherently risky, and I won't force you to put yourselves in harms way." He fiddled absently with the edge of one of his forearm wraps.
"Are you kidding me? You think I'd miss the opportunity to blow up a building?" Childe snorted derisively and Wriothesley was relieved to see both Clorinde and Zhongli nodding in agreement.
"Well, then, that settles it. We'll have to get you fitted for a uniform as soon as possible. I'll send you Chiori's details tonight." Wriothesley declared with the beginnings of a smirk dancing along the line of his mouth. Zhongli's expression sobered immediately.
"When you say uniform, you don't mean…"
"Are we getting maid uniforms?!" Childe interrupted, mouth dropping open in confused excitement.
"Naturally," Wriothesley grinned.
Wriothesley made it two steps into the foyer before he heard his name, and he knew from the severe tone of Neuvillette's voice that he was in trouble. He froze, one hand holding onto his key, hovering over the crystal bowl sitting on the entryway table.
"Wriothesley, is that you?" His mate's voice sounded again from the first floor, likely the library.
Shit. Wriothesley had been hoping to shower before encountering the other man, in an effort to wash off the lingering scents of the people he'd been around. That, and the various kinds of gunpowder and elemental weapon residue on his hands. He'd spent longer than anticipated testing new weapons with Childe at the gun range after the café.
"Yes. Just got in," Wriothesley called up the stairs, making his way past them and towards the kitchen as quietly and quickly as possible. He stopped by the coat closet and quickly lifted his skirt, unstrapping the two pistols he'd had on him and also the knife, removing the additional thigh garter belts entirely. The ammo came next, all neatly returned to the various compartments allotted to each type. He closed the door gently, locking it up tightly.
"Come here for a moment."
Shit.
He stilled at the base of the stairs, one hand on the banister as he looked longingly over at the kitchen doorway.
"I was planning to take a quick shower. Is this urgent?" Wriothesley's lips pursed into a flat line, fingers flexing and relaxing on the polished cherry wood as he peered up those grand stairs, waiting to see whether his evening was about to be easy or extremely difficult.
"Yes. Come here, please."
Damn it all.
Wriothesley started up the stairs, long skirts swishing around his thick boots as he turned over explanations and excuses in his mind like a rapid-fire machine gun. He had a litany of responses armed on his tongue, ready to fire at a moment's notice by the time he reached the library's ornate double doors.
"Yes, my love?" He paused in the doorway, strategically keeping his distance.
Too bad that didn't do shit.
The moment he laid eyes on Neuvillette, perched in one of the high-backed chairs with a book open in his lap, and those piercing eyes narrowed over the rim of his reading glasses, Wriothesley knew he'd fucked up. The flare of the dragon's nostrils as he scented the air, scented Wriothesley from a distance, was the equivalent of being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Wriothesley's pre-loaded excuses evaporated into ash upon his tongue, their acrid taste lingering like overboiled shame in his throat, effectively closing it up.
"Come closer," Neuvillette commanded, his tone turning authoritative as he closed the book and set it aside, patting the arm of the chair in invitation.
Son of a duck.
Wriothesley took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and readied himself to face the music. He'd known the consequences of pursuing this project before he set out, and he was no stranger to facing those kinds of things head on. His feet carried him across the room, from hardwood to the plush blue rug that softened each step. The swish of his skirts was the only noise, until that too fell silent as he perched on the arm of the chair like he'd been asked to do.
Neuvillette reached up, fingertips caressing the edge of his jaw, before they closed vice-like and firm around it, dragging him closer until his nose brushed the side of his neck.
The dragon inhaled deeply, exhaling in a growl that vibrated in his chest.
"Wriothesley," Neuvillette began, voice tense with barely restrained anger as his grip tightened ever so slightly. The maid in question stared over his head, swallowing thickly as that nose passed back and forth over the length of his throat, in a way he usually found sweet or arousing and now only felt slightly terrifying.
Okay, maybe it was still a little arousing.
"Yes, love?" Wriothesley wheezed, trying not to think with his dick when there were very real things that needed to be discussed, lest he end up sleeping on the couch.
"Why do you smell like Rex Lapis?" The question came in a completely level tone, and perhaps that was the most terrifying part. The calm was the sort that struck right before a storm.
"Well, you see, funny story." Wriothesley wheezed out a laugh, brain spinning fruitlessly for a way to explain everything, that wouldn't make the situation worse.
"Funny?" Neuvillette growled the word, pulling away enough to level him with an unamused look. Wriothesley backpedaled like he was a professional unicyclist on a highwire.
"Eh, no. Not really. Let me explain; I have a good reason. Several, actually." The housekeeper held very still, keeping his own voice as level as possible as Neuvillette leaned forward to scent him once more, a displeased rumbling disturbing the ruffles on the sleeves over his uniform as Neuvillette exhaled heavily.
"You best have more than one good reason. Off. Now. I will not have you smelling like usurper trash in our home." There was an unmistakable snarl in his tone, barely restrained as Neuvillette slipped a clawed finger below the collar of his maid dress, tugging on it insistently in an effort to get better access to his skin.
"Wouldn't it be nicer if I showered it off?" Wriothesley attempted to suggest, even as he complied with the command, reaching up to his own throat to unbutton the top buttons of his shirt as quickly as he could manage.
Neuvillette's hand released his jaw, sliding down the front of his throat, igniting a fire in Wriothesley's groin as the possessive touch settled at the base, where a collar might sit. One clawed thumb pushed up under the leather wraps wound tight around his throat, tugging on them insistently. Needily.
"No. I will replace it with my own scent," the dragon muttered darkly, patience running thin as he slung an arm around the maid's waist, lifting and dragging him backwards to sit sideways across his lap.
Wriothesley went willingly with a sigh, working the last visible button of his black shirt open until it parted enough to reveal most of his pecs and collarbones. He sat draped across the dragon's lap, ass to thighs, as Neuvillette's free hand raked down his front, loosening the tie on his waist apron until it slid free to the floor.
"If that's what will help you. Can I talk while you do that?" Wriothesley draped his arms above his head, arching slightly, more than content to let his mate have his way with him if it meant making their conversation an easier one. As it was, the drag of Neuvillette's fingers against his bare skin had arousal pooling low in his groin, causing the slight wetness of his cunt to grow more persistent with each caress.
"Yes. Explain yourself. Where did you go this afternoon, and why did Ms. Clorinde see fit to take me on a tour of the grounds for an entire hour before abandoning me without a word in the library?" Neuvillette bent over him, rubbing his cheek against Wriothesley's jaw on his way to the maid's throat. Teeth scraped the skin there, followed quickly by a warm tongue.
Wriothesley had not accounted for Neuvillette's tongue getting involved in his strategy for forming coherent sentences. His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly.
"I was at café Lutece, meeting with our arms dealer and his… partner?" Wriothesley's brow furrowed as he tried to dissect whatever the apparent relationship between those two actually was, or if it even had a defined title. Were they mates, too? Hard to say; he hadn't seen a bite, but maybe Geo dragons were different, and forget ex-Archons, for that matter. "You've met Childe, or Ajax. He's Fatui, technically, but he's kind of a loose cannon when it comes to reporting back to the Tsaritsa. He's got a thing going with Zhongli, so –"
Wriothesley cut off as teeth sank very suddenly into the skin above his clavicle, inhaling sharply at the pain. His hands clenched into fists above his head, eyes tracking the movement of Neuvillette's hand as one of them slipped lower, cupping the edge of his pec and squeezing the muscle there. His thumb traced along the faded line of his surgery scars, reverent in its caress. Wriothesley's breath caught in his lungs, distracted entirely from his train of thought as Neuvillette touched him.
"You still have not explained why you were meeting these two individuals," Neuvillette growled against his skin, working his way over to Wriothesley's shoulder with nibbling kisses and deep, scenting inhales.
"Right, uh…There is no good way to say this, I guess. They're helping me infiltrate and blow up Celestia headquarters –"
"WHAT?!" Neuvillette jerked away from him, wide eyes boring straight through Wriothesley's with unfiltered alarm and concern. "Wriothesley, that is reckless, even for you! Especially for you!" His clawed hand tightened reflexively over the maid's pec, claws digging in.
"Ah, ow – sweetheart, your claws –!" Wriothesley groaned, the sharp pinpricks of pain causing him to squirm until Neuvillette relaxed his hand. "It's only as reckless as we make it; there are precautions being put in place and Clorinde and Navia will be assisting."
"No." Neuvillette's nostrils flared, pupils shrinking to nearly invisible slits amidst a kaleidoscope sea of violet and cobalt.
"No?" Wriothesley balked, mouth dropping open at the refusal. He'd known Neuvillette would be resistant to the idea, had planned to break the news to him very gently, but the outright refusal? That was unanticipated. It was a rare day that Neuvillette wouldn't at least hear him out. "You haven't even listened to the plan yet, or the explanation of why I came up with it in the first place." The housekeeper half-sat up in his mate's lap, gaze hardening in turn with stubbornness to spare.
"I said no. It's too dangerous for you, and anyone involved. Celestia is too dangerous. We are perfectly fine out here –"
"Are we?" Wriothesley interrupted, his jaw clenching tightly. "Are you really okay with this? With being attacked every month? Having to clean up bodies and send them back to the government like this in some kind of sick game? How long are we going to keep doing this?" Wriothesley's imploring stare hardened like crystal as he kept Neuvillette's eyes pinned with his own.
Neuvillette swallowed, the first to break as his gaze fell towards the floor.
Wriothesley realized quickly that perhaps he'd gone too far.
"If our…" Neuvillette paused, searching for the words somewhere in the fibers of the carpet. "…arrangement is no longer to your liking, you do not have to continue acting as the security for the estate." The master of the house spoke softly, his words true but the hurt barely withheld, plain as daylight.
Oh, he'd definitely gone too far.
"That is not what I meant, nor what I said," Wriothesley growled, hoisting the long black maid skirt up towards his hips so he could straddle Neuvillette's lap properly and with maximum contact. His hand closed on either side of the dragon's face, smooshing his cheeks together with thumb and fingers until pale lips were left puckered in a silly mimicry of a fish. "You better not mean that. We're literally dragon-married, Neuvillette. If you think for a single second that I am going back on any of my promises, you are sorely mistaken. You're mine, and I'm yours, and nothing will ever change that, or impact my desire to protect our home." Wriothesley took a deep breath, "Did that get through your thick dragon skull yet?" A single dark eyebrow raised in clear challenge as Neuvillette blinked up at him, looking a little ridiculous.
"Yes," Neuvillette managed to say through pursed lips, brows drawing ever closer together in either annoyance or concern; it was hard to tell.
"Good," Wriothesley muttered with a sigh, releasing his grip and instead smoothing both his palms over those pretty, slightly flushed cheeks. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to even vaguely imply anything about our arrangement or life being unsatisfactory. Quite the contrary." Lips quirked upwards in a wry smile, brief as it was. "What I wanted to convey was that I want both of us to feel safe here, always. Threats to the safety of our home should be minimal, and infrequent. Celestia is going to continually send people after you until they get bored of it, which could be the entirety of my lifetime. That's a lot of bodies, too many lives lost over something silly that they're never going to win. I want to nip this problem in the bud, and I have a team to do it." He watched Neuvillette's eyes closely, letting the dragon sit with his words as long as he needed.
"Your solution to this problem is blowing up their headquarters?" The dragon asked eventually, still looking incredibly unconvinced.
"Partially. Zhongli suggested we leverage your outstanding reputation against theirs in what amounts to a social campaign to reduce support of their Sovereign-hunting program as well as crippling them financially. The Spina Di Rosula is handling that, and Zhongli is contacting someone he knows in Liyue about the funding. So it's all of that, in addition to blowing up their shiny building." Wriothesley grinned.
Neuvillette sighed, pulling his face away from Wriothesley's hands only to drop it back against the cushions of the high-backed chair.
"You're going to get hurt – I can't risk losing you. This is immeasurably risky, Wriothesley," He pinched the bridge of his nose. "How do you know you can trust Rex Lapis?' Lilac eyes sparked with malice. "He was the one who sold out my location, all those years ago." The growl returned to Neuvillette's voice, and for good reason.
"I know love, I know. He was genuine in showing up to this meeting. He's retired from being an Archon, faked his death and everything if the headlines about his funeral in Liyue are to be believed. You don't ever have to like him, or trust him, but he willingly brought crucial information with him about how to cripple Celestia, information that he shared freely. Childe trusts him with his life, and while I wouldn't say I trust Childe in most things, I do trust him to have my back in a fight, to provide me with quality weaponry, and to bring his best into any fights he agrees to – and he brought Zhongli along." Wriothesley's hands settled uselessly onto Neuvillette's shoulders, rubbing circles absently into the fabric of his suit.
A silence flourished between them, one that Wriothesley let ride as Neuvillette became lost in his own thoughts. He dared not add any further points, well aware that he'd said his piece, and he wouldn't be able to sway his lover any better by piling on too much information.
It was a handful of minutes later that Neuvillette's hands settled on Wriothesley's waist, giving a soft squeeze as his lips parted to speak.
"I agree with your assessment that they won't stop until they have what they want, and that perhaps taking a more aggressive approach is worthwhile. However, I do not appreciate being left out of your planning, and I will be going with you when this takes place." Gleaming eyes narrowed up at the housekeeper, daring him to disagree.
Wriothesley could hardly believe what he was hearing, rearing back slightly at the unanticipated bargain leveraged his way. "That defeats the purpose of keeping you safe. If you simply walk into their headquarters of your own free will, that is counterproductive to everything we're doing."
"No, it does not. If your plan is as good as you claim it to be, then everyone should be leaving in one piece, correct?" Neuvillette's eyebrow rose in challenge, igniting Wriothesley's pride in the worst way. He couldn't assert that Neuvillette would be captured and maintain that he had a foolproof plan at the same time, but that didn't account for things going wrong.
"That is… Neuvillette that is not a fair assessment. Accidents happen, even with proper planning – "
"Have you not gotten me out from under their heel once before all by yourself? Do you not think yourself capable of ensuring it again? You had even less of a plan then, and a quarter of the resources at your disposal. Have the years of pampering in this estate made you doubt your capability as my private security so much?" The dragon smirked up at him, hiding nothing of how he knew he was pushing all of Wriothesley's worst buttons.
The maid gritted his teeth, eyes narrowing in a halfhearted glare, trapped between a cunning dragon and a wall of his own making. "You do not play fair. Pitting my sense of responsibility against my confidence… cruel dragon." He huffed his words, feeling the incoming loss long before he was willing to admit it, his stubbornness an equal contender in their discourse.
Strong hands slid up from his waist, caressing the muscles of his lower back as Neuvillette leaned forward, preventing Wriothesley from leaning away any further. The housekeeper's jaw remained tense, gaze cast aside and admittances of loss trapped behind the cage of his clenched teeth. Even as Neuvillette's breath ghosted over his lips he did not cave, pressing them to a flat line instead, in an effort to stave off his inevitable defeat.
"I'm a dragon, and the master of this house. I have no need to play fair, especially when it comes to you." Neuvillette's lips brushed along Wriothesley's jaw, sliding slyly towards his ear where sharpened fangs caught against the black gauged earring in his lobe, tugging on it teasingly. "You enjoy it when I don't play fair; it makes you more honest." Each word caressed his ear, further heating him from the inside.
Wriothesley knew what Neuvillette was insinuating, hinting at breaking him down to his most vulnerable, past all his barriers of deflection and blind refusal to a place where he outright admitted what he wanted and tossed embarrassment and pride aside in favor of unfiltered desire and honesty.
"I still don't like the idea of you being there…" Wriothesley forced the words out, his hands shifting restlessly against Neuvillette's shoulders. "But I can see the logic in your point. I will account for your presence in the plan." It took all his willpower to fight through the surge of defiance and protectiveness that disagreed wholeheartedly with letting Neuvillette within one hundred miles of Celestia's headquarters.
"Good boy," Neuvillette purred the words into his ear, the praise and his body betraying him as those two words shot heat directly to his groin, dampening his underwear where he straddled the Sovereign dragon. Wriothesley's hands flexed gently against muscled shoulders, thumbs petting over soft cotton fabrics as he relaxed a fraction.
"Rude," Wriothesley muttered with a roll of his eyes, primarily annoyed at himself for how quickly he caved.
One of Neuvillette's hands snaked upwards, closing around the back of his neck with the faint threat of claws. Wriothesley was yanked back, enough to be on the receiving end of Neuvillette's unimpressed stare.
"Do you think yourself out of danger already? You lied to me about where you were going today, were plotting a dangerous mission without my knowledge for weeks, and came home smelling of another dragon, one you knew I have poor relations with." His mate inclined his head, gaze assessing the human as Wriothesley's brain kicked into overdrive. While Neuvillette's tone was serious, there was a playful gleam to his eyes that the housekeeper hoped meant what he thought it did.
"To be honest, I was hoping that letting you scent me and agreeing to bring you along was enough to get me out of hot water. I'm realizing now that may not be the case…" Wriothesley tried for his sweetest smile, sliding his hands down Neuvillette's chest in a caress as he leaned forward, intent upon plying his lover with tender kisses.
He was yanked back by his neck instantly.
"Certainly not. In fact, I'm rather under the impression that I ought to punish you properly for this misbehavior… What do you think? We could settle this now, or later this evening, depending upon how you feel. You did only arrive home minutes ago." Neuvillette's clawed thumb slid up and down the side of his neck, grip relaxing faintly as he posed the question.
They'd been doing this long enough that Wriothesley could recognize the proposition for what it was: an offer of intimacy to soothe over both their ruffled feathers, an inherent question of whether or not Wriothesley was in the mood, all of it without the pressure of forced submission. Their unique relationship, and the kinks contained within, demanded a level of constant negotiation that Wriothesley had been wary of at first. Over the years, Neuvillette had done nothing but impress him with his frequent but subtle check-ins that assessed both of their needs and let Wriothesley exercise necessary control over every interaction.
There was no doubt in Wriothesley's mind that Neuvillette was a little hurt by his dishonesty, and it was something they would likely circle back to later tonight, but there was an opportunity for mutual catharsis and pleasure in a little immediate play. Neuvillette would get to put Wriothesley in his place for misbehaving, and Wriothesley would get quality time, pleasure, and the undivided attentions of his mate as reassurances of Neuvillette's continued affection, despite his fuck-up.
How could he possibly say no to that? Especially when he was already wet with anticipation, held so steadily straddling Neuvillette's lap.
"What did you have in mind?" Wriothesley asked, smirk forming on his mouth, cocky and a hair challenging as they settled into the familiar routine.
"Turning you over my lap and spanking you to start, maybe more depending upon how apologetic you seem after that. Maybe some edging, orgasm denial, using your throat, it really depends upon whether or not you feel like behaving, doesn't it?" The dragon's free hand slipped lower down his back, curving around the swell of his ass over his layers of black skirts. Wriothesley's interest heightened with each new proposition, his hips shifting subtly over Neuvillette's.
"Seems like a fair punishment to me," Wriothesley licked his lips, fighting a growing grin as he played coy. "If you're looking for an apology, though, you're going to have to work for it." He laid down the challenge, pleased by the flare of Neuvillette's nostrils and the way his pupils dilated in obvious desire.
"Lay down across my lap. Now." The dragon's tone snapped with immediate authority, straightening Wriothesley's spine as excitement flooded him. Defiance was quick on its heels.
"Make me." Wriothesley made no effort to move, simultaneously giving Neuvillette permission to be rough with him.
There was no reply, no warning, merely the flex of fingers at the back of his neck before he was hoisted up and shoved down, face first over Neuvillette's lap, half-draped over the arm of the chair. The cushioned piece of furniture knocked the wind out of him for half a second, but he recovered with a wheezing, delighted laugh – at least, until the hand clamped down harder on the back of his neck pinning him firmly where he lay draped, his hips over Neuvillette's lap, knees tucked into the corner of the chair on the other side of the dragon's thighs. His booted feet were left to dangle haphazardly in the air.
"Make you? I will greatly enjoy making you. I was going to start off slow, but perhaps that's not what you need, is it? Wriothesley, you're going to count each and every single strike, and if ever you fail to count correctly, I will add another to the total." Neuvillette slipped a hand beneath the hem of his long skirt, dragging it upwards as he dragged his clawed fingertips up the back of Wriothesley's leg from his thigh to butt. He flipped the hem of the skirt over, letting it pool around the maid's waist, exposing his black panties and the upper hem of lacy black stockings attached to a waist garter to hold them up. The roundness of Wriothesley's ass was accentuated by the cut of the underwear and the thin elastic strips that curved around the outside, tension apparent where they strained around the definition of his butt.
His gaze was locked on the ornate carpet, held down by the strong grip on the back of his neck, unable to see anything Neuvillette was doing. Oh, but that gaze burned across his skin, trailing heat as a single clawed finger began to trace along the side of one on those straps, dipping underneath before pulling it back far enough to let it snap harshly with a faint sting right against the curve of his left cheek.
"Sweetheart –"
"What was that?" Neuvillette's voice cut like a knife, disappointment sharp and pointed.
Shit. He knew better than that.
"Sir," Wriothesley corrected quickly, but it was too late, a hand sailing through the air before leather-clad fingers suddenly connected with the meat of his right cheek.
Neuvillette was wearing his leather gloves. Oh god, he'd somehow put his gloves back on. Wriothesley's mind frayed with the realization, as the sharp sting of the first hit settled into his skin. His entire body jolted at the intense spike of pain before it relaxed with his hissed exhalation through his teeth. He'd not been expecting such a merciless first hit, but it set the appropriate tone, the slow smoothing of that velvet leather over his still-tingling skin sending all sorts of sensations scattering up and down his spine.
"Yes, treasure? You wanted to say something?" Neuvillette prompted, continuing to drag leather-clad fingers over Wriothesley's bare skin. He was so wet between his legs, aware of how obvious it probably was, darkening the thin fabric covering his cunt. Neuvillette ignored that entirely, preferring to drag the now-blunted claws along in teasing patterns, leaving Wriothesley guessing as to where he might hit next.
"Yes, Sir. One." Wriothesley complied with the earlier instructions, withholding his previously sassy comment for the moment.
"Good boy. Give me your hands, and stay put." Neuvillette released his neck with his left hand and the housekeeper complied, staying exactly where he'd been pressed down, chest to arm of the chair, as he maneuvered first one, then the other arm behind him. Neuvillette collected each by the wrist, guiding him to bend at the elbows and fold them neatly against the arch of his lower back. "Grab your own elbows," his mate commanded, and Wriothesley once against complied, glancing over his shoulder to survey how he looked.
Neuvillette's left hand found the back of his neck again, immediately pushing him back down to where he'd been.
"I thought I told you to stay."
"Yes, sir, my apologies." Wriothesley fought his grin, passing his tongue over his lips instead as he bowed his head once more. He squirmed slightly, adjusting his hips as the dragon's other hand resumed its torment, sliding a single leather-clad finger along one of the garter straps again, only to snap it harshly against his already red ass.
"Count aloud," Neuvillette reminded him sharply, the only warning before Wriothesley was gasping with the force of several hits across both cheeks, the second strike layered immediately on top of the first and the next few alternating sides. The last landed upon the back of his thigh, right above the line of his stockings, and a small whine slipped out past his lips when it connected hard. He was faintly winded by the series of hits, the tingling pain raising along his nerves, sending his pulse skyrocketing with adrenaline.
The sudden gentle pass of friction-warmed leather over raw skin had him jerking upwards, torn between pressing into the contact and shying away from the texture against sensitive skin.
"Two, three, four, five, and six…" he counted on his next exhale, given only a second to inhale before leather collided with skin again right where thigh met the curve of his cheek.
"S-seven," he choked out as soon as he could manage. Neuvillette was not pulling his hits, each one harder than the last. Wriothesley had no doubts his skin was bright red. Maybe if he was lucky, there would be a bruised handprint left later.
"Good." Neuvillette purred the praise, and Wriothesley squirmed significantly when his ass was squeezed, a single thumb caressing down along his crack, continuing over the damp fabric covering his cunt. Pleasure spiked suddenly, a simple tease of a touch that had him pressing back, more wetness and heat gathering in the wake of that stroke.
"So wet for me already. If you keep behaving, perhaps I'll do something with that," Neuvillette muttered absently, as if he weren't tormenting Wriothesley with the possibility of being touched or fucked, as if his thumb hadn't begun lightly rubbing back and forth over his slit, driving him crazy. "Regardless, you won't be needing these," the dragon continued, the sound of fabric being torn reaching him at the same time there was a harsh yank on his panties.
A laugh startled out of him as Wriothesley felt, rather than saw, his underwear being pulled away from his hips, leaving him in just the garter and stockings. Cool air caressed the wet lips of his cunt and the too-warm skin of everywhere he'd been spanked so far.
"Why do I even bother wearing underwear around you?" he choked out, right before another spank landed on his ass, leaving him wheezing once more.
Neuvillette pushed him harder after that, laying hit after hit onto his ass and thighs, leather on bare skin until he could feel the thundering throb of his heartbeat in the pulse of heat on his skin. By the time Wriothesley counted to eighteen, Neuvillette had started to intermittently slide his fingers along his cunt, parting the outer lips to drag soft leather over his clit in slow, even motions that were more torture than relief. When he gasped out the twenty-fifth hit, two of those fingers sank into his cunt properly, fucking in and out of him painfully slow as he writhed, panting, a moan escaping him as he was finally given a smidge of relief amidst a sea of pleasurable pain.
"Very good." Neuvillette purred his praise, his left hand slipping upwards to tangle in Wriothesley's hair, caressing strands until he tightened it into a fist, drawing the maid's head back and up from where he'd been letting it hang.
"S-sir," Wriothesley whined, feet kicking gently as he was yanked into the demanding position, his lower back protesting faintly. Those fingers drove deeper, crooking slightly on the thrust to slide deliciously against that place inside of him that made his toes curl. Wriothesley felt the 'please' on the tip of his tongue but clamped down around it.
He would not give in yet, not so soon.
"Yes? Something I can help you with?" Neuvillette inquired, his tone so level one might have assumed he was still reading his book from earlier, not knuckles deep inside his housekeeper and lover. "You know how to ask for things that you want, beloved."
Wriothesley whined, glancing at the master of the house from the corner of his eye, able to make out his ever-so-slightly smug expression. He could feel the tenting of Neuvillette's pants against his hip bone, the effect of Wriothesley's torment obvious on both of them.
Neuvillette slipped his gloved fingers from inside the maid, tracing them along his slit to his clit, stroking over the hardened nub in teasing circles. Wriothesley's hips bucked against his will, grinding down against the given friction like a man desperate. He was quickly falling apart, even with the slow pace, as heat built in his groin, mirroring the throbbing heat of his ass and thighs.
"How I love to see you like this, barely coherent, distracted by every touch I give you. You're the most amusing toy, beloved, and I know all of your buttons." Neuvillette leaned in until his nose brushed Wriothesley's temple, lips caressing the upper curve of his ear with each uttered phrase. "How hard it must be, to be kept just on the edge of pleasure, when we both know how well I can make you scream."
Wriothesley shuddered, the confirmation that Neuvillette was merely toying with him setting him ablaze with defiance.
"I can do this all day," he bluffed, nails digging slightly into his own skin where he gripped himself at the elbows to lock his arms in place.
"Can you?" Neuvillette drew his hand back, lightly slapping directly over the maid's cunt, steadily increasing the force with each subsequent hit until Wriothesley was gasping and squirming in his grasp. His clit throbbed, each hit electrifying his nerves further.
"Y-yes –" He choked off as three fingers were abruptly shoved back into him, thrusting much faster than before. Wriothesley cried out, dropping forward over the arm of the chair as his hair was released. "Fuck!" He couldn't move, any attempt useless with his positioning, leaving him at Neuvillette's mercy as he played with him.
"Would you like to cum, beloved?" Neuvillette asked sweetly, his pace increasing to drive Wriothesley ever closer to the edge of an orgasm. And Wriothesley, the fool that he was, believed him when he asked.
"Yes! Yes, please, Sir!" The plea slipped past his guard, falling freely from his lips as he gasped and trembled faintly across the master of the house's lap, skirts rucked up around his waist, the tops of his stockings slipping down despite the garters trying to keep them up.
"No," Neuvillette said cooly, yanking his fingers away at the first signs of Wriothesley's cunt clenching around them.
"Fuck!" Wriothesley cried out, the first swear tumbling into an entire series of choice curses as he kicked his legs, the beautiful peak he'd been climbing towards ruined. "Screw you!" he snarled, chest heaving faintly as he came down from the ruined orgasm.
Truly, he should have expected the slap that landed harshly on his already-sore ass. Expected or not, he still yelped, wincing at the sting that quickly turned to warmth dripping out of his cunt and onto his already wet thighs. A heavy groan left him as his head dropped, the faint count of "Twenty-six," leaving him in an exhale.
"Beg me, and you can have what you want," Neuvillette warned in a level tone that spoke of an unshakeable will.
Wriothesley was doomed to lose this fight, and that was exactly how he liked it.
He made it to the thirty-first hit before he caved, once more worked up towards his orgasm by Neuvillette's leather-clad fingers. He was sweating, eyes smarting with the beginnings of tears as Neuvillette fucked him on his fingers, his thumb rubbing directly over his clit in combination, meant entirely to drive him wild. It worked; he was rapidly falling into a state of mind that left him pliable and needy.
"Please! Please, sir, please, I can't, I can't, no more, please! I need –! I'm sorry, please –" Wriothesley's barely coherent words slipped past his tongue and fell from his mouth in a constant stream of consciousness. He was going to lose his mind if he was edged for any longer, his clit and cunt aching in tandem.
"Good boy. You may cum," The dragon sovereign purred, fingers stroking through Wriothesley's sweat-dampened hair. The relief that flooded the maid at those words was enough to make him sob in pleasure. That hand travelled down, caressing his face, over his lips before two digits were shoved between his parted lips, thrusting in time into his mouth and against his tongue.
Wriothesley's eyes rolled upwards as he sucked on those fingers, moaning incoherently around them. His teeth caught on the leather, the texture against his tongue delighting his senses further.
Neuvillette sped his other hand, his fingers rhythmically hitting all the right places until Wriothesley was falling to pieces in his lap. He felt the cresting wave of pleasure spike deep in his core, an incoherent whine building in him before the tension snapped with a gasp. His back bowed, ass in the air as his legs shook with the force of his orgasm.
"Yes! Yes, fuck!" He practically sobbed in relief around the intrusion in his mouth, the tension bleeding out of him as he fell limp in his lover's lap. Those fingers continued to stroke inside of him, slowing until they pulled free entirely, leaving him empty on both sides.
Only for Neuvillette to slide two of them through the mess of fluid left from his orgasm, rubbing pointedly against his clit.
Wriothesley groaned, realizing that his punishment was far from over. The sensation was too much, his hips jumping at the sharp stings of pleasure that bordered on painful. Neuvillette's free hand pressed down on his upper back, holding him firmly in place as he continued to overstimulate the housekeeper.
"P-please – Fuck, I can't!" Wriothesley sobbed, as he was forcibly worked up again, unable to think through the torment. His nails dug halfmoons into his own skin, stubbornly still clasped behind his back as he accepted the agony Neuvillette bestowed upon him. His begging was useless now, and even his squirming and kicking of his feet did nothing to stop the fingers stroking over his clit.
Wriothesley shouted as he was brought to a second orgasm, much too soon, shivering with the sudden violent burst of pleasure that blanked his mind and left him dizzy. He could feel the wetness between his thighs, vaguely aware he must have gotten his release all over Neuvillette's lap as well as his own stockings.
"Please, sir…" he rasped hoarsely, trembling faintly as Neuvillette pet lazily along his soaked folds.
The dragon hummed before he relented, fingers sliding away. Wriothesley blinked deliriously, craning his neck at an awkward angle if only to watch dumbly as his mate brough his fingers up to his own mouth and licked them clean.
Fucking Archons. Wriothesley felt betrayed by his own body when new heat sparked in his groin at the sight. He groaned, letting himself fall limp once more as he took steadying breaths.
"You taste delicious, beloved. Have you learned your lesson?"
"Yes," Wriothesley croaked, practically upside-down with how bent over he was.
"Wriothesley, let your arms go," Neuvillette murmured suddenly, and he obeyed in an instant, releasing his elbows. It was only as he did so that he realized his shoulders ached, as did the skin of his forearms.
Warm hands eased his arms back into a more neutral position, and with a strength that seemed improbable, Neuvillette scooped his hands under him and lifted him to sitting in his lap. He hissed when his tender and raw skin hit the fabric of Neuvillette's lap.
"I know, darling," Neuvillette soothed, checking over his arms, assessing the damage Wriothesley had done to his own skin in his incoherent pleasure. "Let me heal these for you –"
"No, don't. They're fine. 'm good," Wriothesley requested, slumping sideways into Neuvillette's chest until he could lay against him and nuzzle into his neck.
"Are you certain?" Neuvillette asked warily, to which the maid only nodded mutely. "Then I will let them be for now," the dragon murmured sweetly, pressing a kiss to Wriothesley's hair, his arms winding around the housekeeper until he was cradled gently into his chest. His long skirt fell haphazardly over both their legs, disguising everything that had just happened in a matter of seconds.
"Damn, you did a number on my ass," Wriothesley joked after a few contemplative moments. It drew a sweet laugh from his mate below him, one that warmed him to the fullest.
"I did; it was quite pleasurable. Did you enjoy yourself?" The dragon nuzzled into Wriothesley's sweaty hair, lavishing kisses down his cheek.
"Yeah. Hard not to when you're forcing orgasms out of me." He chuckled, shifting where he sat and feeling the distinct press of two hard lengths to his outer thigh. Wriothesley glanced at Neuvillette, raising an eyebrow as he slid his arms around his lover's neck, brushing the tips of their noses together. "Can I assist you further, sir?" he asked with a growing grin.
Neuvillette fought a smile of his own, hands wandering down Wriothesley's back and along his covered thigh.
"You may, if you're not too tired. I would… hmn." He trailed off, a sudden hesitance shuttering his expression.
"What?" Wriothesley encouraged, leaning in to ply two sensual kisses to his dragon lover's tempting lips. "Tell me what you want. I'll serve you however you wish." The teasing words came all too easily as Wriothesley shifted gears in his mind, focusing in on Neuvillette's pleasure and their mutual satisfaction.
"Would you let me use your mouth and finish on your face?" Neuvillette's cheeks pinked faintly at the admission, and Wriothesley failed to stop his snort of amusement.
"That's it? Of course you can. Sweetheart, I thought you were going to ask for something crazier than that, with how flushed your face is. Where was all this adorable shyness when you were obliterating my ass with your hand just now?" Wriothesley cracked a full grin, deriving great pleasure from the way Neuvillette's flush darkened even further.
"That was different. This is something the dragon in me wants. My instincts... they want you to smell like me, be marked by me." His nose wrinkled visibly, "It is a touch crass, but I want to overpower any scent left on you from this afternoon with my own."
Wriothesley's broadened grin softened at the confession, the vulnerability of Neuvillette's request obvious in how rarely he let his possessiveness rule his decision making. The maid leaned in to steal another kiss, parting his lips to invite Neuvillette's long forked tongue into his mouth to do as it pleased. He hummed as the dragon got the hint, licking the roof of his mouth, deepening the kiss until Wriothesley was moaning around his tongue.
He pulled away for air, petting Neuvillette's cheek fondly.
"Baby, you can mark me until you're thoroughly satisfied. I want you to fuck my throat and cum all over my face while I get off grinding against your boot. Then you can take me to bed and mark me from the inside, too. How does that sound?" Wriothesley watched Neuvillette's draconic pupils expand, satisfaction of a different kind filling him to see his lover so interested in the ideas he proposed.
"Yes, more than good," Neuvillette growled through a suddenly hoarse throat.
"Excellent." Wriothesley slipped from his lap, sinking down to his knees before the grand chair, hiking the long black skirt up and over his thick thighs so it could pool behind him on the soft blue carpet. The top of his uniform remained unbuttoned, displaying his collarbones and pecs, all for Neuvillette's hungry gaze.
He guided Neuvillette's leg between his spread ones, reached up to catch his hands, tugging one into his hair and the other to his lips. Wriothesley wasted no time sucking two of Neuvillette's fingers back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he made a display of taking them to the back of his throat.
"Treasure…" Neuvillette muttered reverently, blinking out of his daze as he sat up and took hold of Wriothesley's hair. The maid chuckled around the mouthful, pulling off to flick his tongue over the tips in an obvious tease.
"Come on, baby," he purred, sliding his hands up Neuvillette's thighs to the waistband of his pants, unfastening the button with ease as he looked up at him through thick, dark lashes. "Use me," he implored in a low seductive tone.
Wriothesley freed both of his lover's cocks, raising up on his knees to give himself better access. That was all the encouragement Neuvillette needed to snap back into the proper headspace, as he yanked Wriothesley forward towards his groin. The maid went with a giddy feeling in his chest as those curved, pretty dragon cocks met his lips. He kissed the tips of each, focusing his attention on the top one as he wet his lips and sank down onto it as far as he could comfortably go.
Neuvillette guided him at first, letting him bob his head, tracing the ridges and vein on the underside reverently with his tongue as he took him in and out of the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. Wriothesley waited patiently, adjusting to the familiar motions of giving head, swallowing around the length in his mouth until Neuvillette finally saw fit to take control.
"So handsome, on your knees for me," Neuvillette groaned, sliding his leg forward until shin connected with the apex of Wriothesley's thighs. The maid groaned around his mouthful, grinding his hips enthusiastically against Neuvillette's leather boot.
The hand in his hair tightened, twisting to get a grip at the roots, before dragging Wriothesley forward. He swallowed around Neuvillette's cock as the tip kissed the back of his throat. Pale blue eyes ringed with gold watered as he fought against his gag reflex, and with an encouraging tug, Wriothesley sank all the way down until his lips brushed the soft, curling white hair at the base of his Sovereign's cock.
Above him, Neuvillette sighed in bliss, his blatant enjoyment only encouraging the housekeeper as he stroked the dragons second cock, squeezing just under the head with each pass. Wedgewood eyes watched Neuvillette's face, swallowing him down, letting the master of the house fuck his throat in earnest as he shamelessly humped his shin.
Claws scraped gently along his scalp, each tug of that firm hand guiding Wriothesley to lean forward or away, accommodating the undulations of the Hydro Sovereign's hips. His cock felt divine, bullying his throat, cutting off his oxygen supply each time it pressed properly to the back. All of it left the housekeeper dizzy, drooling down his chin into his mate's lap as he slurped and gagged sloppily along his length.
Neuvillette used him relentless and quick, chasing his own pleasure, reducing his housekeeper down to nothing more than a warm hole to fuck into. There was no reason for it to be this hot, but Wriothesley couldn't stop rolling his hips against Neuvillette's boot, delirious with desire, chasing euphoria as if he hadn't just been forcibly brought to his climax twice.
Their eyes met, Wriothesley's blurred by shimmering tears, Neuvillette's opalescent gaze half-lidded with pleasure and possessiveness. The maid shivered where he kneeled, legs spreading wider, the stockings on his thighs squeezing into flexed muscles, leaving red impressions where the garter clips attached to the tops.
"If only you knew how salacious you looked right now, in your rumpled uniform. I've always liked you in the longer skirts –" Neuvillette's hips snapped up harshly as he yanked Wriothesley down, dragging him flush with his groin as the maid's eyes rolled upwards in bliss.
He couldn't breathe; it was perfection.
"– Humping my leg like a dog in heat. You're positively perfect you filthy, filthy man," the dragon groaned, holding Wriothesley steady until he felt his vision start to swim ever so slightly. Wriothesley tapped twice on the dragon's thigh, and instantly he was pulled back, coughing as he gasped for air, drool trailing down his chin, connected in a long thread to the glistening tip of Neuvillette's dick.
He blinked back fresh tears, leaning forward to lick and drag his lips over the tip, swirling his tongue over the pretty tapered head as Neuvillette pet his hair in long soothing motions and gave him a moment to breathe. Wriothesley's hand resumed its stroking of his other cock, lips curling in a smile as he teased his lover and himself, slowing his own hips down to temper the growing heat in his groin.
"Going to cum on my face, love?" he rasped, voice wrecked from the earlier throat fucking. Both hands got involved, one on each length, stroking in tandem steadily. Wriothesley licked a wide stripe on the underside, dipping the tip of his tongue into the slit teasingly. He could feel Neuvillette's legs tense, hips rolling forward, pushing the head of his cock into Wriothesley's mouth.
"Yes," Neuvillette growled, nudging Wriothesley's hand out of the way to grasp his own cock at the base. The maid opened his mouth obligingly, groaning as the length slid back inside, fucking against the inside of his cheek with quick thrusts, Neuvillette seeking his end as he used his housekeeper.
Free hand braced around the back of his mate's leg, Wriothesley used the new handhold to direct his own thrusting, fucking his hips against Neuvillette's shin relentlessly. Dark lashes fluttered as heat shot up his spine, turning his coordinated efforts into something sloppy and desperate as he sought his own climax.
Absently, he realized that he was going to stain the rug if he came all over Neuvillette's boot.
Well, that sounded like a problem for future him to deal with.
He had much better things to concentrate on, like the tantalizing little growls of pleasure falling from Neuvillette's mouth as he clutched the back of Wriothesley's head and fucked once more into his mouth. He did his best to tongue at the head of Neuvillette's cock each time it pressed towards his throat, and it wasn't long until the master of the house was gasping, yanking Wriothesley off his length, and jerking himself to completion.
The housekeeper opened his mouth dutifully, sticking out his tongue and holding still as hot cum splattered salty and bitter across his tongue, cheeks, and even his forehead. To add to the intentional mess, and draw out the growling whines of his mate, Wriothesley increased the pace of his spit-slicked hand over Neuvillette's second cock. He was rewarded with a snarling groan as the Hydro Sovereign came again, painting Wriothesley's chin, neck, and exposed chest with splatters of white.
Ever the tease, he collected the cum in his mouth and let it dribble intentionally down his chin and throat, eating up the hungry expression on Neuvillette's face as those white, needle-thin pupils watched the display ravenously. It was that awestruck desire that tipped Wriothesley over the edge, his grip on Neuvillette's calf tightening near to bruising as he shuddered, grinding his hard clit against his mate's boot with a pleading gasp.
"Neuvillette – Fuck!" Wriothesley's vision hazed as he was swept up in a wave of bliss, hips trembling as he lost his grip and sank back onto his heels. The steel-plated back of his boots dug into his tender ass, causing a pained hiss to slip from between his lips.
"Careful, beloved." Neuvillette caught him by the forearm before he could fall over, balancing him with the attention one bestowed upon a priceless artifact. The dragon reached forward, smearing some of his own cum along Wriothesley's bottom lip before he pressed it into his mouth, smearing it against his tongue. "My word, you are a sight right now," he whispered reverently.
Wriothesley laughed, licking Neuvillette's finger and his lips clean with an exaggerated swipe of his tongue.
"Yeah?" he asked, rakish grin easing into place. "You seem to be enjoying it. Do you want to take a picture?" His glacial eyes sparkled with mischief as he smeared his hand upwards, through the mess dripping over his pecs. Neuvillette's pointed ears twitched, his nostrils flaring slightly as a faint purring became audible from where he sat.
Oh, what an adorable treat.
"I do not require a photograph," Neuvillette asserted stubbornly, tucking himself back into his pants and straightening his clothing.
"If you insist. I'm going to remember how much you liked this for later," Wriothesley laughed, wiping his hand and face off on the fabric of his long skirt as best he could, making to stand on still slightly unsteady legs. Ever the gentleman, Neuvillette offered him his assistance, helping him up.
"Of course you are," Neuvillette sighed, reaching up to attempt to fix Wriothesley's hair, only to promptly give up with a distressed noise made in the back of his throat.
"Only for fun and consensual reasons, love," the maid taunted, grabbing his mate by the chin to pull him in for a somewhat unpleasantly sticky, cum-flavored kiss. Neuvillette reared back instantly, making a face that had Wriothesley laughing even harder than before.
"Must you?" Neuvillette asked, tasting the inside of his own mouth like he'd eaten too-dry, rancid, fried food.
"Yes. I enjoy lovingly tormenting you. If I have to swallow it, you should at least share the experience every once in a while," the maid said with a carefree shrug as he turned and headed towards the library entrance.
"I think not. You volunteer enthusiastically to do that." Retribution was swift in the form of a firm slap through his skirt, right over his sore ass. Wriothesley's shout of alarm and pain went ignored as the master of the house grabbed him by the hand and led the way to the main staircase.
"Ow?" the maid scoffed, following tiredly up each step after his draconic husband. "Have I not suffered enough this evening?" he complained unseriously, playing up the weariness he felt to his very bones. Perhaps he was actually getting too old to be on his knees for that long; the stiffness in those crucial joints already was a bad sign.
"Perhaps. Let's get cleaned up. After all, you still owe me some more details, especially if I am to accompany you on this assault you've been plotting." Lilac eyes glanced back over a broad shoulder, appraising Wriothesley with something serious amidst their teasing banter.
Wriothesley shifted their hands, lacing their fingers together tightly, smile turning soft like the sky at sunset greeting the moon and stars.
"I think that's something we can discuss once we're comfortably in bed." His long skirt swished around his ankles as they reached the next landing, heading directly for the master bedroom. "I'm happy to answer your questions, love, and to take your opinions under consideration. However, there is one thing you should know…" Wriothesley tugged them to a standstill just outside their bedroom.
"Oh? And what is that?" Neuvillette raised one eyebrow, hand resting upon the doorknob expectantly.
"We'll need to get you fitted properly for a uniform." Wriothesley said with certainty.
"Uniform?" Neuvillette echoed, confusion running rampant across his face. "What uniform?"
"Why, a security uniform, monsieur. One of a kind, state of the art, made to fit you personally." He gestured down at his horribly rumbled and now stained maid outfit.
Neuvillette stared blankly for a long moment, until a small grin cracked the neutral façade.
"For you, beloved? Anything. I'll send my measurements to Chiori tomorrow morning."
Wriothesley leaned in, planting a wet kiss on his lover's cheek.
"Perfect. You'll look more than handsome, I'm certain." Wriothesley opened the bedroom door for them, tugging Neuvillette through into their room and towards the ensuite bathroom. "Now, help me wash all of this off, and tell me if any of your handprints look like they're going to bruise."
Wriothesley was worried about a good number of things revolving around his plan.
How good they would look rolling up in various custom maid uniforms was not one of them.