The consideration never really crossed my mind. [Because honestly, it hadn't. It was absolutely -- terribly possessive of him... but that seemed to be just what they both wanted. Even with the possessive direction of their conversation though, his smile was rather soft -- gaze warm... the affection there was clear as could be.
He chuckles softly, the sound low and full of unspoken promise -- even as he retrieves his own hand with some reluctance.] I'll hold you to that.
[The food he'd ordered was rather impressive, and it certainly fit the description of comfort food... too bad his focus was entirely on Neuvillette, as it had been since they met in the fountain plaza. He'd have to return sometime in the future to give them the proper try that they deserved.
For all that his half of the small talk sounded fully present -- and in a way he was because he was speaking with Neuvillette -- he was also handily distracted. Were he thinking about it, he'd be thankful he could maintain conversation while all he was thinking was how he wanted to bury a hand in Neuvillette's soft hair as they kissed -- how badly he wanted to be backed into a wall.
... no. Stop that thought right there. Thoughts like that could be entertained when they'd finished with their dinner -- when they'd left and found somewhere... passably more private. The time felt like it was passing incredibly slowly as they ate, but after what felt like something of an eternity they'd both finished, the meal had been paid for and Wriothesley had stood first this time.
In an intentional echo back to their afternoon together, he offers Neuvillette his hand. At the time he hadn't expected anything to come of the gesture... but this time was rather different -- the desires between them having only grown more intense as dinner passed.]
Shall we? [Head tilted ever so slightly toward the door, he couldn't keep the desire from his eyes even if he'd tried.]
[ In all his centuries of trying to understand the human tongue, none of what he's learned is able to describe this sight of Wriothesley stood before him, hand outstretched and a gentle look of affection on his face. A part of him, however small, wonders at it; whatever deep-seated instinct exists in him speaks to the fact that dragons aren't taken to warmth the way humans are.
At the same time, though-- like a predator that's found their prey-- Neuvillette wants to sink his teeth into Wriothesley and never let him go.
At least he can do so metaphorically, he thinks, fingers brushing the tips of Wriothesley's in sly acceptance. At least when he takes Wriothesley's hand and rises, the firmness of his grip is reflected in Wriothesley's own.
He only barely remembers to leave a tip, but feels as satisfied as he can get with how much he still wants as they walk through the door. ]
How opposed would you be to leaving the Court with me until I have to return to the Palais? [ The question is posed considerably innocently; outside the Court of Fontaine, Neuvillette isn't as burdened by the weights he carries as the Iudex, after all. ]
[Neuvillette's hand in his sparks something in him -- just touching the other man at all, even as innocently as this, felt... right. Still with both of them on their feet, Wriothesley has no intention of losing this contact. They'd held hands on their way into the restaurant, so unless Neuvillette pulled away or shifted them in any way, he was content to remain like this.
Part of him hoped that this proximity would appease his desire for far more, at least for the moment. So far... it hadn't helped that at all.]
Not opposed in the least, really. Do you have somewhere specific in mind? [Even if Neuvillette hadn't decided on a destination, Wriothesley was still not opposed. The logical part of him, tucked away now at the back of his mind in favor of his desires, could easily argue they both needed a chance to just get out of their respective domains... but that was really the farthest idea from his mind.
As for how long Neuvillette could have him, well...] I made arrangements with my staff to cover my absence for several days, honestly. So 'all night' and the next few, if you want that of me.
[Sigewinne had suggested a vacation, since in all his years as administrator he never took one. All of his trips to the surface had been only a handful of hours at a time. He would have to thank her for her insistence.]
[ The twist in his chest is a foreign sensation, but Neuvillette entertains the notion of spending time with Wriothesley for many nights in a row and it happens entirely outside his control. His surprise, fortunately, is masked, but some unspoken instinct has his heart beating a little bit faster in his chest. ]
I fear knowing you'd be waiting for me nightly may impede my work. [ But he says so lightheartedly, turning his head enough to glance at Wriothesley with a thoughtful hum. ] ...but I'd like that. [ His expression turns wry and fond all at once, then. ] I'm sure you must have anticipated such an answer, though.
[ There are proper channels for exiting Fontaine, of course, but Neuvillette takes Wriothesley to an older, less used lift in the city-- one that leads not to the aquabus but to a part of Fontaine that had fallen to the rising waters decades past. It's still here, quiet compared to the hustle and bustle of the Court even in the evening; the waters outside the Court are always so calm to begin with, though, and there's a noticeable slackening of Neuvillette's shoulders as he allows the calmness to wash over him. ]
What do you think of the lake we live in, Wriothesley?
[Wriothesley laughs quietly, head turned after a moment to glance toward the other. The feeling of his laugh carries over into his voice.] Oh something like that, yes.
[As far as offering temptation was concerned, he was entirely unrepentant. He could still remember how it sounded when Neuvillette said he wanted him. Surely tempting him a little was only fair.
Their walk through the Court takes them to somewhere Wriothesley only saw once, back when he was still a child on the streets trying to find safe shelter. He'd never worked up the courage to use the lift at the time, and his curiosity had never really faded over the years. Did he actually have anything to be nervous about? ... sort of.
Neuvillette isn't the only one at peace once they reach the water. For all the surface had stopped feeling like home to him, Wriothesley still found the waters themselves to be home. Sure he was in the Fortress with less time to swim, but he often made his way to the large window on the way in -- often gazed out at the underwater landscape, at all of the curious creatures out there... just as he looked out over the water's surface now.]
Well, ever since partway through my sentence, the first thing that always comes to mind is that the waters of Fontaine are home, for me. Even in a sturdy underwater fortress, I always feel like... the lake floor and its inhabitants are my equivalent to the sky or birds to those who live on the surface. [He smiles softly, the gentle breeze tousling his hair.] But whether I look from the surface or below, I think it's a beautiful place.
[ It's a wonderful answer. At risk of sounding trite, it makes Neuvillette feel safe-- safe to be here with him, safe to be around him. Once upon a time, it was the heart of the Hydro sovereign that made the rivers ebb and flow; though his Authority was taken from him even before his birth, and likely it may never come back, the waters of Fontaine nevertheless feel like an extension of his being.
For Wriothesley to call such things "home" is as humbling as it is something that gives Neuvillette great peace. ]
I first came to this land through its waters, though back then it was less the city of machinations you see today and more a nation recovering after the fall of Remuria. [ Neuvillette steps forward, taking Wriothesley with him, until they're stood at the very edge of the submerged brick tower. ] Even before then, however-- and for as long as I can remember-- water has been part of my life... I believe I was swimming before I was walking, even.
[ With the index and middle fingers of Neuvillette's free hand, he draws a quick circle in the air. A single seal, one Wriothesley might recognise since that prolonged span of time Neuvillette had been in the fortress with him, appears in the air for a moment before disappearing, and the palm pressed against Wriothesley's starts to glow blue. ]
Come. [ Neuvillette takes a single step, and while it does lead downward, he doesn't plunge into the waters below. Instead, he drifts gracefully until he's hovering a few inches above its surface, still placid without any weight to ruin it.
Their hands remain connected, but Neuvillette doesn't pull-- only waits for Wriothesley to follow his lead, looking up at him with an undoubtedly serene expression. ] I won't let you fall.
[ And like this, they'll walk the lake until they come to the other side to step on grass again. ]
[The phrasing Neuvillette used to speak of how he came to this land was rather curious. Wriothesley knew, of course, that Neuvillette wasn't human... and with a couple of instances in the past he had some suspicion of what all of this meant. He'd decided long ago, though, that he would let Neuvillette speak about any of it without pressure. He would learn one day, or not. He was Neuvillette regardless of the answer, and that was enough.
For the moment, Wriothesley listened as Neuvillette spoke of the city of centuries past -- peered down into the water toward the ruined tower. He was no stranger to the submerged ruins all throughout Fontaine, but that had always been while swimming, and there was something different when viewing them from the land.]
We both approached that from opposite directions, then. [A hum.] If I'm remembering right, I think I taught myself to swim when I was ten.
[His parents had never bothered to teach any of their children to swim, and Wriothesley's own lesson had only really happened when he fell into the lake when running from others equally down on their luck. A young boy on the streets garnered more sympathy, except from adults in the same situation.
Snapped out of his thoughts by the glow, the familiar seal is enough to draw his gaze up from the water, enough to bring back memories of Neuvillette spending the extended period of time in the Fortress -- of Neuvillette without the robes of the Chief Justice. But Neuvillette's first step over the gentle waters is enough to handily shift his attention out of these memories and draw his gaze up to Neuvillette.
There's the barest flicker of uncertainty -- only natural as a human, even one who could use his Vision to cross the water -- before he takes the first step. His movement didn't show any hesitation after that, though. He would never doubt Neuvillette.]
I trust you, as always.
[Each step they take following the first, Wriothesley's interested gaze trails back and forth over the water's surface. This view was something he'd never really experienced before. When on a boat, the wake created obscured everything below, and everything looked vastly different when beneath the surface. He didn't keep his eyes off Neuvillette for long at a time, though. For all Wriothesley was a relatively mildly expressive person, his eyes were the giveaway for those who knew him.]
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One day, [ with both his boots in the grass once more, Neuvillette turns to look over his shoulder and meet Wriothesley's gaze ] I'd like to swim with you.
[ But for now, he's pleased to lead Wriothesley through the grass until they reach a path, and further still until they reach a shallow pond with a small waterfall to the northwest. With most, there might be an expectation to speak, but with Wriothesley no such thing exists; he's comfortable in the silence, and in the warmth of Wriothesley's hand felt even through their gloves. As the cool breeze of evening blows, as the crabs scuttle over the shore, as the Fatui slink in the shadows and keep their distance... all that stimuli fades away, leaving Neuvillette walking unburdened by the eyes of the Court with the person he feels most himself with.
Another lift of the hand and one-two-three seals appear in the air, bringing to light what look to be steps of contained Hydro energy in the shape of a staircase. They lead up the side of the waterfall right to the very top, disappearing once again once they make it to their destination.
It isn't very high up, but Neuvillette doesn't have enough time for more than this distance. Maybe one of these days he'll take Wriothesley higher-- somewhere more special than this little stream and the flowers at its side, somewhere that he can overlook all of Fontaine with him. Still, there's peace in this as well: in sitting in the grass and caring little for his robes, and in getting Wriothesley to join him.
Some creatures of the wild-- slimes, Hydro Phantasms-- roam freely around them, but seem to lose interest once they catch sight of the Iudex. It must be that "affinity for Hydro" he always claims to have... but at least it means they'll be uninterrupted and safe out here.
A few Hydro crystalflies titter over the stream, glittering prettily under the moonlight as the muted sound of rushing water continues. Neuvillette, whose gaze had been skyward for a few seconds, looks at Wriothesley again. ]
At this hour, this far from the Court, I'm the only sentient being here more often than not. [ Which is to say they'll have privacy. ] I'm not sure if you'd agree, but at least to me, I find the outdoors-- and the fresh air, and the nature that surrounds me-- to be more comfortable than being in the walls that form our Court.
Truthfully, however, I... [ Stripped of his title and his image, Neuvillette clears his throat, looking the slightest bit flustered as his gaze falls over the rushing stream. ] ...I wanted to have you to myself without worry of others. Even if only for an hour or two more before I had to return.
Your smiles come wider when we're the only ones present, I noticed.
I'd like that. [He hardly left the Fortress as it was, and swimming in the nearby waters was certainly not recommended as he'd discovered. It was a bit of a shame since he'd learned over the years that he rather enjoyed swimming. Being able to do so with Neuvillette was honestly quite appealing.
The silence they slipped into over the course of their walk was remarkably comfortable, just the sounds of the wild creatures around them, their soft footsteps in the grass... Neuvillette's hand in his, solid and warm. With each breath of the crisp breeze, Wriothesley feels himself relaxing -- certainly he hadn't been tense before, but there was nothing quite like feeling nobody watching, feeling only Neuvillette's presence by his side. He could only imagine how much better it would feel to Neuvillette, having no others around.
Since the very first moment of uncertainty before they'd crossed the water had passed, Wriothesley hadn't thought twice about even a single step. The stairs created of nothing but water before them was no different... Though he does glance back briefly as the steps vanish behind them -- the things Neuvillette could do with such ease always amazed him.
At their apparent destination and settled into the grass -- Wriothesley with the leg nearest Neuvillette bent lightly at the knee while his other is propped up over that one, his arm rested idly there -- he lets his eyes drift closed for a moment, sighing out a relaxed breath as the wind lightly toys with his hair.
It's when Neuvillette speaks that his eyes open once more, head tilted to allow him to meet Neuvillette's gaze. He does consider it a moment, the comfort of nature as opposed to the Court's walls.]
I spend most of my days unable to see the sky at all... to the point that by the time I'm on the surface again, I'd forgotten just how much peace coming out here brings. [For all the words imply melancholy, Wriothesley sounds comfortable -- at peace. Certainly due in no small part to the man at his side.
As Neuvillette breaks the eye contact, he shifts just a little, the hand still held so warmly by the other shifting just enough to brush his knuckles against Neuvillette's leg. He really understood the sentiment. He wanted time with only them... time with no risk of unexpected company. He wanted, if only for a while, to forget about duty, prophecy, anything that wasn't just them.
The chuckle brought about by Neuvillette's observation of him is soft, fond... deeply affectionate.] When it's only the two of us... I don't have to put on an act either.
[He'd never before admitted to anyone that when he could be observed he would put up something of a front. He had to appear in control -- had to appear unflinchingly confident -- while still simply being just an ordinary man. Still just a man who feared losing everything good in his life as he had once before so long ago. Someone who wasn't as intimidating as he looked. He could only be himself completely around Neuvillette.]
[ Neuvillette shouldn't be so surprised that Wriothesley has his own masks, but he can't help the curious tilt of the head as he watches him all the same. When he looks at him, he sees all of him-- every facet that Wriothesley could hope to express, every fascinating aspect he's ever decided to share with him-- and somehow can't reconcile the fact that he'd ever be anything he isn't.
But it's comforting, in a way, knowing that Wriothesley feels as he does in a manner so acutely similar. So while it pains him some to separate his hand from Wriothesley's own, Neuvillette reaches up to brush the backs of his knuckles against Wriothesley's cheek. ]
I'm glad to offer you any respite from the role you have to play, Wriothesley.
[ And he does mean it. If he could give Wriothesley the same peace of mind that the other no doubt provides for him, then Neuvillette would be content. With all the good that he does, Wriothesley deserves it. ]
For centuries I believed I could only find peace when I was alone. [ His hand turns, cupping Wriothesley's cheek with his palm. Neuvillette's thumb strokes the rise of his cheekbone and the corner of his lips. ] It wouldn't be the first time you've proven me wrong, though.
[ The corner of his own mouth tugs up fondly-- minute, but nevertheless there. ]
[There had been so many times in the past where Wriothesley wished he didn't need any masks... but his long years as an inmate had drilled it into him that in order to survive, he would have no other choice. The Fortress of the past had an aura of danger that you could never escape, where people he'd spoken to the day previous had at times simply vanished. Hiding fear or uncertainty had become so second nature...that the first time he'd dropped that mask around Neuvillette had been an unfamiliar, safe peace.
Over the years, the peace the other brought him had only become more pronounced. Tonight was a perfect example of it. The brush of Neuvillette's knuckles against his cheek, that soft touch that felt so... accepting, was enough to draw his eyes to lightly close.]
If I can give you anything at all, anything you want, I will... so I'm glad to be able to give you that same peace.
[His eyes drift slowly open as Neuvillette's hand shifts -- as he leans into the warmth of the other's touch. He really did allow himself to be completely open around Neuvillette alone, the other man's fond look returned with one of his own, warm and open.
He lifts his hand after just a moment, palm rested softly over the one Neuvillette had raised to his cheek, his whole body seeming to relax here in the quiet of nature -- allowed to relax because he's here with Neuvillette. Nothing else could be better... and after a moment, the touch at the corner of his lips draws them to part ever so slightly.]
In that case... [ Neuvillette trails off, momentarily distracted by the slight motion of Wriothesley's parted lips.
And, ever so softly, he whispers, ] I want to be as close to you as I can.
[ So he leans in, capturing Wriothesley's mouth once more. It's all so novel to him still-- the pressure of Wriothesley's lips, the warmth of him and how his scent elevates with the rise of his heartbeat-- but for once, Neuvillette welcomes the change. He likes the way Wriothesley feels, and he likes the security of coming nearer, and out of instinct not entirely connected to his rationality his torso moves so he can set his free hand more steadily onto Wriothesley's waist.
The kisses are gentle and exploratory in the newness of this physical intimacy, but something about being out here-- here where he's nothing but himself-- makes the sensations all the more acute. Neuvillette feels impatient, and in that sense reprieve only lasts for a moment at a time before he kisses Wriothesley again, over and over, deeper and deeper.
And briefly, even boldly, his tongue brushes Wriothesley's lip the next time he leans in, and the taste of him makes Neuvillette shiver before he kisses him harder. ]
[The whisper alone is enough for his heartrate to pick up its pace, and when Neuvillette leans in, Wriothesley's response is eager -- wanting. Kissing Neuvillette had been on his mind from the moment they'd met in the fountain plaza, had only grown more intense when he'd been kissed outside of the restaurant... more intense when Neuvillette had made his own desire clear with those three words.
Out here now, not another sentient soul within a considerable distance, Wriothesley allows his own desires to bleed into the very way he moves. His free arm slides around Neuvillette's shoulders -- fingers threaded into soft hair as his nails drag gently against the other's scalp. His legs shift just a little with the touch of Neuvillette's hand on his waist, his very posture practically asking for more even without conscious thought directing such.
Neuvillette's impatience is perfectly reflected in the way Wriothesley meets each kiss as they grow deeper and deeper, as the hand that had covered Neuvillette's at his cheek shifts -- as his fingers find puchase in the soft fabric of the robes of the Iudex. There's clear, desperate desire in the way he holds the other man, in the way his heart races -- desire in the very way each breath trembles.
Wriothesley's breath catches a moment at the brush of Neuvillette's tongue, lips parting involuntarily as Neuvillette isn't the only one who shivers. He'd never wanted anyone or anything in his entire life more than he wanted the other in this moment, and it's instinct as opposed to thought that has him leaning closer still.]
[ The more Wriothesley's blood pumps, the more potent his scent becomes. It's addicting, for lack of a better term-- it's incredible and wonderful and makes the sensation of being close to him all the more overwhelming. The taste of him... the heat of him, even, as Neuvillette's tongue meets Wriothesley's own, is so new it sends a thrill through him that he'd never expected.
As Wriothesley comes closer, Neuvillette considers the idea of offering. And that, if nothing else, has him breaking the kiss to utter a short, ] Come here.
[ There's a sense of demanding in the grip of his hands as his fingers slip to Wriothesley's thigh and hold there. Neuvillette pulls with a gentle tug, his head dipping to nuzzle Wriothesley's jaw and neck, and he kisses over the collar wrapped around his throat. ]
I want you closer.
[ Onto his lap, preferably, and if Wriothesley's pliant that's exactly how Neuvillette plans to manoeuvre him. ]
[When their tongues meet, a shiver runs down Wriothesley's spine. The feeling -- the heat -- the taste of Neuvillette were all far more intoxicating than he could've ever imagined. The hand in the other's hair trails slowly, fingertips drifting down the back of his neck -- only to pause as Neuvillette breaks the kiss.
Wriothesley is far more breathless than he'd realized, and he takes a slow, trembling breath as half-lidded eyes glance first to Neuvillette's mouth before raising to his eyes.
The first two words -- the demanding way Neuvillette's hand grips his thigh are more than enough to get Wriothesley moving. One knee pressed into the ground, he follows Neuvillette's gentle tug -- body shifted carefully until he can settle, straddling the other man's lap. There was something about the position -- about being settled so close to another -- hands on him as he can feel Neuvillette's warmth between his thighs, that causes the heat prickling at the back of his neck to spread through the rest of him.
Neuvillette's name is a soft gasp on his lips as the other nuzzles into his neck, and Wriothesley doesn't even have to think about it before his head tips back... before he so willingly gives Neuvillette easy access to what bare skin the collar hadn't hidden away from him.
In the back of his mind, he gives hazy consideration to unfastening it -- to giving Neuvillette something that he'd never even been willing to bare in front of any others. He just may... if he could untangle fingers still clinging firmly to Neuvillette's clothing.]
[ Neuvillette's mind halts for just a moment, and before he knows what he's doing he's got his lips sucking a mark in the flesh that peeks between two crossed lines of leather.
When he pulls away, there's a soft noise that comes with it as the pressure releases. And in the haze of it all, as he eyes the mark he's left he can't say he feels guilty.
If anything, the look suits him. I'm yours, Wriothesley's said. If I can give you anything you want, I will.
Neuvillette's gaze lifts, darkened eyes on Wriothesley's own. He's not sure what to do what his hands, but he likes the proximity-- wants enough of it that his touch finds the small of Wriothesley's back to encourage him to press flush against him.
His other hand, meanwhile, cups the side of Wriothesley's neck. And every point of contact between them-- from their hands to their hips to the perfect weight of Wriothesley's body atop his legs-- brings with them a desire for more.
His thumb strokes along Wriothesley's jaw, his other arm looping more firmly around him. ] Open your mouth. [ Because, hungry again, Neuvillette wastes no time licking between those parted lips. The new closeness between them makes the whole thing even headier. ]
[The pressure of Neuvillette marking his skin is a wholly unfamiliar experience... and Wriothesley couldn't deny that he enjoyed how it felt. Every single touch, every taste, every demand... he wanted all of it. He wanted more of it. He wanted to feel it as Neuvillette took anything he wanted from him -- wanted to give all of himself freely.
There was little else he'd been as sure of as he was of wanting to belong to the other.
The color of his normally bright eyes had deepened with his desire as his gaze meets Neuvillette's. His breathing clearly hitches as he's encouraged to press their hips together, eyes darking further as he automatically shifts to make the motion much easier to maintain.
Still breathless, more and more overwhelmed, Wriothesley does deliberately manage to release his grip on the front of Neuvillette's ceremonial robes -- manages to slide that touch around to his back, to dig fingertips into the fabric once again as the fingers of his other hand curl in Neuvillette's hair.
Every touch, every little bit of friction, everything adds further depth to his desires -- desires so strong he's powerless to do anything but give in to each and every one. Neuvillette's words reach him in a way that feels like a command -- one that he wastes absolutely no time in following.
When their mouths -- when their tongues -- meet, Wriothesley's response is eager. Eager especially as he'd fully given himself over to fulfilling every single desire Neuvillette wanted of him. He could feel the beat of his racing heart in each motion, each shift of his hips as he settled fully flush against Neuvillette's lap. They were far, far beyond the other needing to ask.]
[ It's the hunger that gets him, in the end. Wriothesley holds him with a greed that matches Neuvillette's own-- a desire that flares in the base of his stomach and licks through his veins, only made worse with the slotting of Wriothesley's hips against his own.
He's never touched like this, never really felt the need to. But there's pleasure in their connection, and so as Wriothesley presses against him, Neuvillette's own hips rock up. Experimental as the friction is, the rub of their cocks makes Neuvillette shiver; he'd never realised how touch starved he was until Wriothesley, but he also never realised just how sensitive he could be to touch to begin with, either. ]
Hah... [ There's a sense of awe there, a low hum in Neuvillette's throat as he sucks on Wriothesley's lip like he's eating candy. Gloved hands slip to Wriothesley's ass and hold him there, guiding him in lazy, easy ruts against each other.
Breathlessly, lovingly, Neuvillette murmurs, ] You taste incredible.
[Wriothesley had never really been all that interested in sex -- something no few men, who made advances when he'd been in his late teens, found impossible to understand. The women seemed far more confused than incredulous, something about him not being like a 'normal teenaged boy'. It was actually pretty simple, to him. To let someone this close to you required more trust than he was willing to give to any one of them.
He only recently realized that all this time the only person he'd ever trusted this much, even back before they'd spoken years after his trial, was the very same man now between his legs.
When Neuvillette's hips rock up against his, Wriothesley couldn't (and frankly didn't want to) stop his own hips from rocking down in response. In his years since finishing his sentence, he did understand how touch could bring pleasure... but he'd never imagined just how different it would be when it was someone else touching him. Even through their clothes, the friction makes his breath catch in his chest -- makes his hand clench firmly at the back of Neuvillette's robes.
When the other moves only just enough to speak, Wriothesley tilts his head only just enough to rest their foreheads together. He has to take a moment, the hand in Neuvillette's hair loosening the careful grip he'd only just noticed -- shifting to brush callused fingertips against the underside of Neuvillette's jaw.
Even after somewhat catching his breath, his murmured response is similarly breathless -- utter adoration, and of course desire, coloring his tone.] I could easily say the same.
[His breath hitches only just, thoughts hazy as the shift of his hips follows the guidance of Neuvillette's hands. The tone of his voice becomes a low rumble, quiet between them and still no less breathless than before.] I'm looking forward to tasting more of you.
[ With a mouth as sweet as the one Wriothesley offers to him now, the thought of feeling him elsewhere appeals to instincts Neuvillette had worked hard to keep dormant. It'd been less a matter of shame and more the need for assimilation-- there's no place for a dragon in the Court of Fontaine, after all.
But the thought of it-- of Wriothesley using his mouth, his body, in some form of offering-- sends a shiver down his spine. Neuvillette had never truly paid attention to his station of being Sovereign of anything, considering all that had been taken from him before his hatching, but he likes the idea of this far more than he should. Of Wriothesley's appreciation and affection... of his lips showing just how much he appreciates him...
It makes him realise they both have too many clothes on. ]
We need to... [ The slow slide of Wriothesley's cock against his own distracts him thoroughly. Pleasure crackles in his head and down his spine like electricity. ] ...ah.
You're wearing too much. [ But so is he, and the thought of that has one hand moving away from Wriothesley to take his wrist and guide it to the front of his robes where the clasps are. ]
Undo them. Please. [ His breath is warm against Wriothesley's cheek, the kiss he presses to the corner of his mouth gentle compared to the way he'd so selfishly taken him earlier. ] And I'll do the same for you.
[ He's already moving to unclasp Wriothesley's coat from where it hangs off his shoulders, even. ]
[When Neuvillette says he's wearing too much, Wriothesley finds he couldn't agree more. Really, he thought they were both wearing far too much, and as one of his hands is guided to the front of the robes of the other's station his other draws forward as well. He can't quite resist the brush of his fingers against Neuvillette's jaw with the motion, though he doesn't delay long -- one layer at a time, beginning with the other's cravat.
He'd seen Neuvillette dressed down once before... and the thought of seeing him that way again -- seeing more of him draws a shiver of anticipation down his spine.]
How much would you like me to undo? [For all his breathing is still somewhat unsteady -- each idle shift in Neuvillette's lap creating friction that shoots waves of pleasure up his spine -- his breathless, murmured words are clear as his lips move against the other's cheek.
As he finishes with the cravat and his hands trail lower, a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth -- he turns just slightly, eyes only half open and lips brushing against Neuvillette's as he murmurs just one question.] Or should I ask... how much of you will I get to see...?
[For all the clasps were unfamiliar, Wriothesley doesn't find himself having too much trouble as he dutifully works his way through each layer. He would stop if Neuvillette told him -- if he made him stop... but he couldn't shake the desire to feel bare skin against his hands... against the rest of him.
... once he was able, he would have to see about removing his gloves -- removing the wraps that obscured his scarred arms. If Neuvillette didn't do so first, at the least.]
[ For once, Neuvillette doesn't have a real answer. He's caught by the feel of Wriothesley's skin peeking between his open waistcoat and shirt, caught by the warmth of him and how difficult it is to pull away when he has him so near, so exposed.
His voice is lower, rough around the edges: ] However much you can manage before I find it impossible to resist you.
[ ...a point that's rapidly approaching, he finds, as he shrugs the layers of his own clothing off and allows himself to really look at Wriothesley in the middle of it.
There is some aesthetic quality to it, he's sure. Wriothesley's a lovely human, with bright eyes and pretty lips and a build typically associated with the heroic athletes and warriors of any tale. But to Neuvillette, whose perception of aesthetic beauty is a bit more skewed away from human physicality, the darkening of his irises happens more because Wriothesley is exposing himself to him.
From his bare chest to his belly, all these spots just full of sensitive human organs-- the things used to sustain life, even-- Wriothesley shows himself without shame. Neuvillette follows every scar, hungry and wanting, and some unspeakable instinct in him (untouched for hundreds of years now) has him gripping Wriothesley's middle and turning him over until his back lands on the discarded robes of the Iudex below.
Like this, he really is offered to him: prey caught in the hunt, heart beating fast. Without thought, Neuvillette's teeth catch the end of his glove at his index finger and pull, leaving his right hand exposed and the shining sign of his Sovereignty on his palm in clear view. He wants to touch him, to feel Wriothesley's skin against his own, and as he looms over him with the open sides of his shirt hanging off his torso, he presses his palm to his belly (he could rip Wriothesley apart, and yet Wriothesley trusts him--) and exhales quietly as his touch leads up to his heart.
Bare, callused fingers come up Wriothesley's neck, brushing the swollen petals of his lips. Neuvillette's other hand finds Wriothesley's thigh, guiding him to wrap it around him as he bends lower to bite lightly at his ear. ]
You said you wanted to taste more of me. [ His index finger teases at the bottom of Wriothesley's lip. ]
...show me.
[ And, demanding and gentle all at once, he slips his bare fingers into his mouth. ]
[As Neuvillette shrugs off the layers of clothing that Wriothesley has already finished unfastening, he takes the moment to do the same. His upper body is bare this way, save for the leather wrapped on his neck and arms -- save for his gloves. His hands resume unfastening the last layer of Neuvillette's shirt.
With his torso bared to the other man, Wriothesley spares the briefest thought for the scars only seen by Sigewinne as she patched him up each time. She had seen most of them back when they were fresh injuries -- several of them in quite dangerous places. He's been hurt many times, had people attempt to kill him in the Pankration ring back before the fights had any rules. By all rights, even though he isn't self-conscious about how he appears, Wriothesley shouldn't be willing to let himself be this vulnerable. And yet, he is. If Neuvillette wanted to cause him serious harm, he is incredibly aware of how easily it could be done. Aware of just how much trust he had given the Iudex without question.
Aware as he is of these things though, they're far from what's on his mind. Especially when Neuvillette grabs him -- when he turns them and Wriothesley's back comes to rest against the recently discarded soft robes. Being trapped like this sends such a thrill down his spine that Wriothesley's breath catches audibly, eyes dark with clear desire. His gaze -- that had shifted to the expanse of bare skin he could see beyond the remaining layer Neuvillette still wore -- is caught by the raise of the man's hand. The breath he takes is shaky when Neuvillette removes the one glove with his teeth -- teeth that Wriothesley wanted to feel more of on his skin. He does take notice of the shining mark on Neuvillette's palm... but his focus is entirely elsewhere.
The muscles in his stomach flex briefly -- involuntarily -- at the unfamiliar feeling of skin on skin, at the way it felt to be touched like this. Without thought as the touch trails up his body, as he feels his back slightly arch into the touch, his own hands lift -- rest on Neuvillette's waist beneath the fabric of his shirt. He had to touch him -- wanted so badly to feel more of him -- and callused hands wander idly.
There's a shiver to his breath as Neuvillette's touch brushes his neck, brushes his lips. The feeling was so remarkably different from every touch previous, callused skin instead of smooth gloves, and Wriothesley found he wanted more. Not just this night, no, but any time they could be alone together. When Neuvillette's other hand finds his thigh, Wriothesley is as cooperative and quick as back when he'd been guided into the Iudex's lap, leg wrapped securely around him -- shifting against the other man's clothes as he settles.
'Piercings dull sensation', someone had told him once... but oh how wrong they had been. Neuvillette's teeth on his ear is easily enough to pull a faltering gasp from him, to cause his hands which had trailed to the middle of Neuvillette's back to flex, fingernails pressing into skin. Wriothesley's lips part only just at the touch to his lips, and he has enough time to understand what Neuvillette demands of him.
Easily his mouth opens enough to allow callused fingers to slip inside, eyelids fluttering only half open. The taste of him then draws a low sound from his chest, pleased as he shifts -- as he slowly works Neuvillette's fingers deeper into his mouth with an ease that would've surprised even him if he were capable of thinking about that right now. He's rather content to start off slowly with the whole thing, sucking gently enough for now -- tongue caressing the length of the other man's fingers. He pauses to focus briefly on his fingertips as he pulls back before he once again takes him fully into his mouth once more.
There's a sly glint to his eyes as he moves. He would slowly get faster as he moved... but he wanted to build anticipation -- to indicate just what Neuvillette could look forward to, if he desired.]
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The consideration never really crossed my mind. [Because honestly, it hadn't. It was absolutely -- terribly possessive of him... but that seemed to be just what they both wanted. Even with the possessive direction of their conversation though, his smile was rather soft -- gaze warm... the affection there was clear as could be.
He chuckles softly, the sound low and full of unspoken promise -- even as he retrieves his own hand with some reluctance.] I'll hold you to that.
[The food he'd ordered was rather impressive, and it certainly fit the description of comfort food... too bad his focus was entirely on Neuvillette, as it had been since they met in the fountain plaza. He'd have to return sometime in the future to give them the proper try that they deserved.
For all that his half of the small talk sounded fully present -- and in a way he was because he was speaking with Neuvillette -- he was also handily distracted. Were he thinking about it, he'd be thankful he could maintain conversation while all he was thinking was how he wanted to bury a hand in Neuvillette's soft hair as they kissed -- how badly he wanted to be backed into a wall.
... no. Stop that thought right there. Thoughts like that could be entertained when they'd finished with their dinner -- when they'd left and found somewhere... passably more private. The time felt like it was passing incredibly slowly as they ate, but after what felt like something of an eternity they'd both finished, the meal had been paid for and Wriothesley had stood first this time.
In an intentional echo back to their afternoon together, he offers Neuvillette his hand. At the time he hadn't expected anything to come of the gesture... but this time was rather different -- the desires between them having only grown more intense as dinner passed.]
Shall we? [Head tilted ever so slightly toward the door, he couldn't keep the desire from his eyes even if he'd tried.]
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At the same time, though-- like a predator that's found their prey-- Neuvillette wants to sink his teeth into Wriothesley and never let him go.
At least he can do so metaphorically, he thinks, fingers brushing the tips of Wriothesley's in sly acceptance. At least when he takes Wriothesley's hand and rises, the firmness of his grip is reflected in Wriothesley's own.
He only barely remembers to leave a tip, but feels as satisfied as he can get with how much he still wants as they walk through the door. ]
How opposed would you be to leaving the Court with me until I have to return to the Palais? [ The question is posed considerably innocently; outside the Court of Fontaine, Neuvillette isn't as burdened by the weights he carries as the Iudex, after all. ]
How long can I have you, tonight?
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[Neuvillette's hand in his sparks something in him -- just touching the other man at all, even as innocently as this, felt... right. Still with both of them on their feet, Wriothesley has no intention of losing this contact. They'd held hands on their way into the restaurant, so unless Neuvillette pulled away or shifted them in any way, he was content to remain like this.
Part of him hoped that this proximity would appease his desire for far more, at least for the moment. So far... it hadn't helped that at all.]
Not opposed in the least, really. Do you have somewhere specific in mind? [Even if Neuvillette hadn't decided on a destination, Wriothesley was still not opposed. The logical part of him, tucked away now at the back of his mind in favor of his desires, could easily argue they both needed a chance to just get out of their respective domains... but that was really the farthest idea from his mind.
As for how long Neuvillette could have him, well...] I made arrangements with my staff to cover my absence for several days, honestly. So 'all night' and the next few, if you want that of me.
[Sigewinne had suggested a vacation, since in all his years as administrator he never took one. All of his trips to the surface had been only a handful of hours at a time. He would have to thank her for her insistence.]
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I fear knowing you'd be waiting for me nightly may impede my work. [ But he says so lightheartedly, turning his head enough to glance at Wriothesley with a thoughtful hum. ] ...but I'd like that. [ His expression turns wry and fond all at once, then. ] I'm sure you must have anticipated such an answer, though.
[ There are proper channels for exiting Fontaine, of course, but Neuvillette takes Wriothesley to an older, less used lift in the city-- one that leads not to the aquabus but to a part of Fontaine that had fallen to the rising waters decades past. It's still here, quiet compared to the hustle and bustle of the Court even in the evening; the waters outside the Court are always so calm to begin with, though, and there's a noticeable slackening of Neuvillette's shoulders as he allows the calmness to wash over him. ]
What do you think of the lake we live in, Wriothesley?
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[As far as offering temptation was concerned, he was entirely unrepentant. He could still remember how it sounded when Neuvillette said he wanted him. Surely tempting him a little was only fair.
Their walk through the Court takes them to somewhere Wriothesley only saw once, back when he was still a child on the streets trying to find safe shelter. He'd never worked up the courage to use the lift at the time, and his curiosity had never really faded over the years. Did he actually have anything to be nervous about? ... sort of.
Neuvillette isn't the only one at peace once they reach the water. For all the surface had stopped feeling like home to him, Wriothesley still found the waters themselves to be home. Sure he was in the Fortress with less time to swim, but he often made his way to the large window on the way in -- often gazed out at the underwater landscape, at all of the curious creatures out there... just as he looked out over the water's surface now.]
Well, ever since partway through my sentence, the first thing that always comes to mind is that the waters of Fontaine are home, for me. Even in a sturdy underwater fortress, I always feel like... the lake floor and its inhabitants are my equivalent to the sky or birds to those who live on the surface. [He smiles softly, the gentle breeze tousling his hair.] But whether I look from the surface or below, I think it's a beautiful place.
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[ It's a wonderful answer. At risk of sounding trite, it makes Neuvillette feel safe-- safe to be here with him, safe to be around him. Once upon a time, it was the heart of the Hydro sovereign that made the rivers ebb and flow; though his Authority was taken from him even before his birth, and likely it may never come back, the waters of Fontaine nevertheless feel like an extension of his being.
For Wriothesley to call such things "home" is as humbling as it is something that gives Neuvillette great peace. ]
I first came to this land through its waters, though back then it was less the city of machinations you see today and more a nation recovering after the fall of Remuria. [ Neuvillette steps forward, taking Wriothesley with him, until they're stood at the very edge of the submerged brick tower. ] Even before then, however-- and for as long as I can remember-- water has been part of my life... I believe I was swimming before I was walking, even.
[ With the index and middle fingers of Neuvillette's free hand, he draws a quick circle in the air. A single seal, one Wriothesley might recognise since that prolonged span of time Neuvillette had been in the fortress with him, appears in the air for a moment before disappearing, and the palm pressed against Wriothesley's starts to glow blue. ]
Come. [ Neuvillette takes a single step, and while it does lead downward, he doesn't plunge into the waters below. Instead, he drifts gracefully until he's hovering a few inches above its surface, still placid without any weight to ruin it.
Their hands remain connected, but Neuvillette doesn't pull-- only waits for Wriothesley to follow his lead, looking up at him with an undoubtedly serene expression. ] I won't let you fall.
[ And like this, they'll walk the lake until they come to the other side to step on grass again. ]
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For the moment, Wriothesley listened as Neuvillette spoke of the city of centuries past -- peered down into the water toward the ruined tower. He was no stranger to the submerged ruins all throughout Fontaine, but that had always been while swimming, and there was something different when viewing them from the land.]
We both approached that from opposite directions, then. [A hum.] If I'm remembering right, I think I taught myself to swim when I was ten.
[His parents had never bothered to teach any of their children to swim, and Wriothesley's own lesson had only really happened when he fell into the lake when running from others equally down on their luck. A young boy on the streets garnered more sympathy, except from adults in the same situation.
Snapped out of his thoughts by the glow, the familiar seal is enough to draw his gaze up from the water, enough to bring back memories of Neuvillette spending the extended period of time in the Fortress -- of Neuvillette without the robes of the Chief Justice. But Neuvillette's first step over the gentle waters is enough to handily shift his attention out of these memories and draw his gaze up to Neuvillette.
There's the barest flicker of uncertainty -- only natural as a human, even one who could use his Vision to cross the water -- before he takes the first step. His movement didn't show any hesitation after that, though. He would never doubt Neuvillette.]
I trust you, as always.
[Each step they take following the first, Wriothesley's interested gaze trails back and forth over the water's surface. This view was something he'd never really experienced before. When on a boat, the wake created obscured everything below, and everything looked vastly different when beneath the surface. He didn't keep his eyes off Neuvillette for long at a time, though. For all Wriothesley was a relatively mildly expressive person, his eyes were the giveaway for those who knew him.]
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[ But for now, he's pleased to lead Wriothesley through the grass until they reach a path, and further still until they reach a shallow pond with a small waterfall to the northwest. With most, there might be an expectation to speak, but with Wriothesley no such thing exists; he's comfortable in the silence, and in the warmth of Wriothesley's hand felt even through their gloves. As the cool breeze of evening blows, as the crabs scuttle over the shore, as the Fatui slink in the shadows and keep their distance... all that stimuli fades away, leaving Neuvillette walking unburdened by the eyes of the Court with the person he feels most himself with.
Another lift of the hand and one-two-three seals appear in the air, bringing to light what look to be steps of contained Hydro energy in the shape of a staircase. They lead up the side of the waterfall right to the very top, disappearing once again once they make it to their destination.
It isn't very high up, but Neuvillette doesn't have enough time for more than this distance. Maybe one of these days he'll take Wriothesley higher-- somewhere more special than this little stream and the flowers at its side, somewhere that he can overlook all of Fontaine with him. Still, there's peace in this as well: in sitting in the grass and caring little for his robes, and in getting Wriothesley to join him.
Some creatures of the wild-- slimes, Hydro Phantasms-- roam freely around them, but seem to lose interest once they catch sight of the Iudex. It must be that "affinity for Hydro" he always claims to have... but at least it means they'll be uninterrupted and safe out here.
A few Hydro crystalflies titter over the stream, glittering prettily under the moonlight as the muted sound of rushing water continues. Neuvillette, whose gaze had been skyward for a few seconds, looks at Wriothesley again. ]
At this hour, this far from the Court, I'm the only sentient being here more often than not. [ Which is to say they'll have privacy. ] I'm not sure if you'd agree, but at least to me, I find the outdoors-- and the fresh air, and the nature that surrounds me-- to be more comfortable than being in the walls that form our Court.
Truthfully, however, I... [ Stripped of his title and his image, Neuvillette clears his throat, looking the slightest bit flustered as his gaze falls over the rushing stream. ] ...I wanted to have you to myself without worry of others. Even if only for an hour or two more before I had to return.
Your smiles come wider when we're the only ones present, I noticed.
As you should, especially as Neuvillette
The silence they slipped into over the course of their walk was remarkably comfortable, just the sounds of the wild creatures around them, their soft footsteps in the grass... Neuvillette's hand in his, solid and warm. With each breath of the crisp breeze, Wriothesley feels himself relaxing -- certainly he hadn't been tense before, but there was nothing quite like feeling nobody watching, feeling only Neuvillette's presence by his side. He could only imagine how much better it would feel to Neuvillette, having no others around.
Since the very first moment of uncertainty before they'd crossed the water had passed, Wriothesley hadn't thought twice about even a single step. The stairs created of nothing but water before them was no different... Though he does glance back briefly as the steps vanish behind them -- the things Neuvillette could do with such ease always amazed him.
At their apparent destination and settled into the grass -- Wriothesley with the leg nearest Neuvillette bent lightly at the knee while his other is propped up over that one, his arm rested idly there -- he lets his eyes drift closed for a moment, sighing out a relaxed breath as the wind lightly toys with his hair.
It's when Neuvillette speaks that his eyes open once more, head tilted to allow him to meet Neuvillette's gaze. He does consider it a moment, the comfort of nature as opposed to the Court's walls.]
I spend most of my days unable to see the sky at all... to the point that by the time I'm on the surface again, I'd forgotten just how much peace coming out here brings. [For all the words imply melancholy, Wriothesley sounds comfortable -- at peace. Certainly due in no small part to the man at his side.
As Neuvillette breaks the eye contact, he shifts just a little, the hand still held so warmly by the other shifting just enough to brush his knuckles against Neuvillette's leg. He really understood the sentiment. He wanted time with only them... time with no risk of unexpected company. He wanted, if only for a while, to forget about duty, prophecy, anything that wasn't just them.
The chuckle brought about by Neuvillette's observation of him is soft, fond... deeply affectionate.] When it's only the two of us... I don't have to put on an act either.
[He'd never before admitted to anyone that when he could be observed he would put up something of a front. He had to appear in control -- had to appear unflinchingly confident -- while still simply being just an ordinary man. Still just a man who feared losing everything good in his life as he had once before so long ago. Someone who wasn't as intimidating as he looked. He could only be himself completely around Neuvillette.]
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But it's comforting, in a way, knowing that Wriothesley feels as he does in a manner so acutely similar. So while it pains him some to separate his hand from Wriothesley's own, Neuvillette reaches up to brush the backs of his knuckles against Wriothesley's cheek. ]
I'm glad to offer you any respite from the role you have to play, Wriothesley.
[ And he does mean it. If he could give Wriothesley the same peace of mind that the other no doubt provides for him, then Neuvillette would be content. With all the good that he does, Wriothesley deserves it. ]
For centuries I believed I could only find peace when I was alone. [ His hand turns, cupping Wriothesley's cheek with his palm. Neuvillette's thumb strokes the rise of his cheekbone and the corner of his lips. ] It wouldn't be the first time you've proven me wrong, though.
[ The corner of his own mouth tugs up fondly-- minute, but nevertheless there. ]
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[There had been so many times in the past where Wriothesley wished he didn't need any masks... but his long years as an inmate had drilled it into him that in order to survive, he would have no other choice. The Fortress of the past had an aura of danger that you could never escape, where people he'd spoken to the day previous had at times simply vanished. Hiding fear or uncertainty had become so second nature...that the first time he'd dropped that mask around Neuvillette had been an unfamiliar, safe peace.
Over the years, the peace the other brought him had only become more pronounced. Tonight was a perfect example of it. The brush of Neuvillette's knuckles against his cheek, that soft touch that felt so... accepting, was enough to draw his eyes to lightly close.]
If I can give you anything at all, anything you want, I will... so I'm glad to be able to give you that same peace.
[His eyes drift slowly open as Neuvillette's hand shifts -- as he leans into the warmth of the other's touch. He really did allow himself to be completely open around Neuvillette alone, the other man's fond look returned with one of his own, warm and open.
He lifts his hand after just a moment, palm rested softly over the one Neuvillette had raised to his cheek, his whole body seeming to relax here in the quiet of nature -- allowed to relax because he's here with Neuvillette. Nothing else could be better... and after a moment, the touch at the corner of his lips draws them to part ever so slightly.]
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And, ever so softly, he whispers, ] I want to be as close to you as I can.
[ So he leans in, capturing Wriothesley's mouth once more. It's all so novel to him still-- the pressure of Wriothesley's lips, the warmth of him and how his scent elevates with the rise of his heartbeat-- but for once, Neuvillette welcomes the change. He likes the way Wriothesley feels, and he likes the security of coming nearer, and out of instinct not entirely connected to his rationality his torso moves so he can set his free hand more steadily onto Wriothesley's waist.
The kisses are gentle and exploratory in the newness of this physical intimacy, but something about being out here-- here where he's nothing but himself-- makes the sensations all the more acute. Neuvillette feels impatient, and in that sense reprieve only lasts for a moment at a time before he kisses Wriothesley again, over and over, deeper and deeper.
And briefly, even boldly, his tongue brushes Wriothesley's lip the next time he leans in, and the taste of him makes Neuvillette shiver before he kisses him harder. ]
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Out here now, not another sentient soul within a considerable distance, Wriothesley allows his own desires to bleed into the very way he moves. His free arm slides around Neuvillette's shoulders -- fingers threaded into soft hair as his nails drag gently against the other's scalp. His legs shift just a little with the touch of Neuvillette's hand on his waist, his very posture practically asking for more even without conscious thought directing such.
Neuvillette's impatience is perfectly reflected in the way Wriothesley meets each kiss as they grow deeper and deeper, as the hand that had covered Neuvillette's at his cheek shifts -- as his fingers find puchase in the soft fabric of the robes of the Iudex. There's clear, desperate desire in the way he holds the other man, in the way his heart races -- desire in the very way each breath trembles.
Wriothesley's breath catches a moment at the brush of Neuvillette's tongue, lips parting involuntarily as Neuvillette isn't the only one who shivers. He'd never wanted anyone or anything in his entire life more than he wanted the other in this moment, and it's instinct as opposed to thought that has him leaning closer still.]
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As Wriothesley comes closer, Neuvillette considers the idea of offering. And that, if nothing else, has him breaking the kiss to utter a short, ] Come here.
[ There's a sense of demanding in the grip of his hands as his fingers slip to Wriothesley's thigh and hold there. Neuvillette pulls with a gentle tug, his head dipping to nuzzle Wriothesley's jaw and neck, and he kisses over the collar wrapped around his throat. ]
I want you closer.
[ Onto his lap, preferably, and if Wriothesley's pliant that's exactly how Neuvillette plans to manoeuvre him. ]
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[When their tongues meet, a shiver runs down Wriothesley's spine. The feeling -- the heat -- the taste of Neuvillette were all far more intoxicating than he could've ever imagined. The hand in the other's hair trails slowly, fingertips drifting down the back of his neck -- only to pause as Neuvillette breaks the kiss.
Wriothesley is far more breathless than he'd realized, and he takes a slow, trembling breath as half-lidded eyes glance first to Neuvillette's mouth before raising to his eyes.
The first two words -- the demanding way Neuvillette's hand grips his thigh are more than enough to get Wriothesley moving. One knee pressed into the ground, he follows Neuvillette's gentle tug -- body shifted carefully until he can settle, straddling the other man's lap. There was something about the position -- about being settled so close to another -- hands on him as he can feel Neuvillette's warmth between his thighs, that causes the heat prickling at the back of his neck to spread through the rest of him.
Neuvillette's name is a soft gasp on his lips as the other nuzzles into his neck, and Wriothesley doesn't even have to think about it before his head tips back... before he so willingly gives Neuvillette easy access to what bare skin the collar hadn't hidden away from him.
In the back of his mind, he gives hazy consideration to unfastening it -- to giving Neuvillette something that he'd never even been willing to bare in front of any others. He just may... if he could untangle fingers still clinging firmly to Neuvillette's clothing.]
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When he pulls away, there's a soft noise that comes with it as the pressure releases. And in the haze of it all, as he eyes the mark he's left he can't say he feels guilty.
If anything, the look suits him. I'm yours, Wriothesley's said. If I can give you anything you want, I will.
Neuvillette's gaze lifts, darkened eyes on Wriothesley's own. He's not sure what to do what his hands, but he likes the proximity-- wants enough of it that his touch finds the small of Wriothesley's back to encourage him to press flush against him.
His other hand, meanwhile, cups the side of Wriothesley's neck. And every point of contact between them-- from their hands to their hips to the perfect weight of Wriothesley's body atop his legs-- brings with them a desire for more.
His thumb strokes along Wriothesley's jaw, his other arm looping more firmly around him. ] Open your mouth. [ Because, hungry again, Neuvillette wastes no time licking between those parted lips. The new closeness between them makes the whole thing even headier. ]
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There was little else he'd been as sure of as he was of wanting to belong to the other.
The color of his normally bright eyes had deepened with his desire as his gaze meets Neuvillette's. His breathing clearly hitches as he's encouraged to press their hips together, eyes darking further as he automatically shifts to make the motion much easier to maintain.
Still breathless, more and more overwhelmed, Wriothesley does deliberately manage to release his grip on the front of Neuvillette's ceremonial robes -- manages to slide that touch around to his back, to dig fingertips into the fabric once again as the fingers of his other hand curl in Neuvillette's hair.
Every touch, every little bit of friction, everything adds further depth to his desires -- desires so strong he's powerless to do anything but give in to each and every one. Neuvillette's words reach him in a way that feels like a command -- one that he wastes absolutely no time in following.
When their mouths -- when their tongues -- meet, Wriothesley's response is eager. Eager especially as he'd fully given himself over to fulfilling every single desire Neuvillette wanted of him. He could feel the beat of his racing heart in each motion, each shift of his hips as he settled fully flush against Neuvillette's lap. They were far, far beyond the other needing to ask.]
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He's never touched like this, never really felt the need to. But there's pleasure in their connection, and so as Wriothesley presses against him, Neuvillette's own hips rock up. Experimental as the friction is, the rub of their cocks makes Neuvillette shiver; he'd never realised how touch starved he was until Wriothesley, but he also never realised just how sensitive he could be to touch to begin with, either. ]
Hah... [ There's a sense of awe there, a low hum in Neuvillette's throat as he sucks on Wriothesley's lip like he's eating candy. Gloved hands slip to Wriothesley's ass and hold him there, guiding him in lazy, easy ruts against each other.
Breathlessly, lovingly, Neuvillette murmurs, ] You taste incredible.
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He only recently realized that all this time the only person he'd ever trusted this much, even back before they'd spoken years after his trial, was the very same man now between his legs.
When Neuvillette's hips rock up against his, Wriothesley couldn't (and frankly didn't want to) stop his own hips from rocking down in response. In his years since finishing his sentence, he did understand how touch could bring pleasure... but he'd never imagined just how different it would be when it was someone else touching him. Even through their clothes, the friction makes his breath catch in his chest -- makes his hand clench firmly at the back of Neuvillette's robes.
When the other moves only just enough to speak, Wriothesley tilts his head only just enough to rest their foreheads together. He has to take a moment, the hand in Neuvillette's hair loosening the careful grip he'd only just noticed -- shifting to brush callused fingertips against the underside of Neuvillette's jaw.
Even after somewhat catching his breath, his murmured response is similarly breathless -- utter adoration, and of course desire, coloring his tone.] I could easily say the same.
[His breath hitches only just, thoughts hazy as the shift of his hips follows the guidance of Neuvillette's hands. The tone of his voice becomes a low rumble, quiet between them and still no less breathless than before.] I'm looking forward to tasting more of you.
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But the thought of it-- of Wriothesley using his mouth, his body, in some form of offering-- sends a shiver down his spine. Neuvillette had never truly paid attention to his station of being Sovereign of anything, considering all that had been taken from him before his hatching, but he likes the idea of this far more than he should. Of Wriothesley's appreciation and affection... of his lips showing just how much he appreciates him...
It makes him realise they both have too many clothes on. ]
We need to... [ The slow slide of Wriothesley's cock against his own distracts him thoroughly. Pleasure crackles in his head and down his spine like electricity. ] ...ah.
You're wearing too much. [ But so is he, and the thought of that has one hand moving away from Wriothesley to take his wrist and guide it to the front of his robes where the clasps are. ]
Undo them. Please. [ His breath is warm against Wriothesley's cheek, the kiss he presses to the corner of his mouth gentle compared to the way he'd so selfishly taken him earlier. ] And I'll do the same for you.
[ He's already moving to unclasp Wriothesley's coat from where it hangs off his shoulders, even. ]
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[When Neuvillette says he's wearing too much, Wriothesley finds he couldn't agree more. Really, he thought they were both wearing far too much, and as one of his hands is guided to the front of the robes of the other's station his other draws forward as well. He can't quite resist the brush of his fingers against Neuvillette's jaw with the motion, though he doesn't delay long -- one layer at a time, beginning with the other's cravat.
He'd seen Neuvillette dressed down once before... and the thought of seeing him that way again -- seeing more of him draws a shiver of anticipation down his spine.]
How much would you like me to undo? [For all his breathing is still somewhat unsteady -- each idle shift in Neuvillette's lap creating friction that shoots waves of pleasure up his spine -- his breathless, murmured words are clear as his lips move against the other's cheek.
As he finishes with the cravat and his hands trail lower, a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth -- he turns just slightly, eyes only half open and lips brushing against Neuvillette's as he murmurs just one question.] Or should I ask... how much of you will I get to see...?
[For all the clasps were unfamiliar, Wriothesley doesn't find himself having too much trouble as he dutifully works his way through each layer. He would stop if Neuvillette told him -- if he made him stop... but he couldn't shake the desire to feel bare skin against his hands... against the rest of him.
... once he was able, he would have to see about removing his gloves -- removing the wraps that obscured his scarred arms. If Neuvillette didn't do so first, at the least.]
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His voice is lower, rough around the edges: ] However much you can manage before I find it impossible to resist you.
[ ...a point that's rapidly approaching, he finds, as he shrugs the layers of his own clothing off and allows himself to really look at Wriothesley in the middle of it.
There is some aesthetic quality to it, he's sure. Wriothesley's a lovely human, with bright eyes and pretty lips and a build typically associated with the heroic athletes and warriors of any tale. But to Neuvillette, whose perception of aesthetic beauty is a bit more skewed away from human physicality, the darkening of his irises happens more because Wriothesley is exposing himself to him.
From his bare chest to his belly, all these spots just full of sensitive human organs-- the things used to sustain life, even-- Wriothesley shows himself without shame. Neuvillette follows every scar, hungry and wanting, and some unspeakable instinct in him (untouched for hundreds of years now) has him gripping Wriothesley's middle and turning him over until his back lands on the discarded robes of the Iudex below.
Like this, he really is offered to him: prey caught in the hunt, heart beating fast. Without thought, Neuvillette's teeth catch the end of his glove at his index finger and pull, leaving his right hand exposed and the shining sign of his Sovereignty on his palm in clear view. He wants to touch him, to feel Wriothesley's skin against his own, and as he looms over him with the open sides of his shirt hanging off his torso, he presses his palm to his belly (he could rip Wriothesley apart, and yet Wriothesley trusts him--) and exhales quietly as his touch leads up to his heart.
Bare, callused fingers come up Wriothesley's neck, brushing the swollen petals of his lips. Neuvillette's other hand finds Wriothesley's thigh, guiding him to wrap it around him as he bends lower to bite lightly at his ear. ]
You said you wanted to taste more of me. [ His index finger teases at the bottom of Wriothesley's lip. ]
...show me.
[ And, demanding and gentle all at once, he slips his bare fingers into his mouth. ]
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[As Neuvillette shrugs off the layers of clothing that Wriothesley has already finished unfastening, he takes the moment to do the same. His upper body is bare this way, save for the leather wrapped on his neck and arms -- save for his gloves. His hands resume unfastening the last layer of Neuvillette's shirt.
With his torso bared to the other man, Wriothesley spares the briefest thought for the scars only seen by Sigewinne as she patched him up each time. She had seen most of them back when they were fresh injuries -- several of them in quite dangerous places. He's been hurt many times, had people attempt to kill him in the Pankration ring back before the fights had any rules. By all rights, even though he isn't self-conscious about how he appears, Wriothesley shouldn't be willing to let himself be this vulnerable. And yet, he is. If Neuvillette wanted to cause him serious harm, he is incredibly aware of how easily it could be done. Aware of just how much trust he had given the Iudex without question.
Aware as he is of these things though, they're far from what's on his mind. Especially when Neuvillette grabs him -- when he turns them and Wriothesley's back comes to rest against the recently discarded soft robes. Being trapped like this sends such a thrill down his spine that Wriothesley's breath catches audibly, eyes dark with clear desire. His gaze -- that had shifted to the expanse of bare skin he could see beyond the remaining layer Neuvillette still wore -- is caught by the raise of the man's hand. The breath he takes is shaky when Neuvillette removes the one glove with his teeth -- teeth that Wriothesley wanted to feel more of on his skin. He does take notice of the shining mark on Neuvillette's palm... but his focus is entirely elsewhere.
The muscles in his stomach flex briefly -- involuntarily -- at the unfamiliar feeling of skin on skin, at the way it felt to be touched like this. Without thought as the touch trails up his body, as he feels his back slightly arch into the touch, his own hands lift -- rest on Neuvillette's waist beneath the fabric of his shirt. He had to touch him -- wanted so badly to feel more of him -- and callused hands wander idly.
There's a shiver to his breath as Neuvillette's touch brushes his neck, brushes his lips. The feeling was so remarkably different from every touch previous, callused skin instead of smooth gloves, and Wriothesley found he wanted more. Not just this night, no, but any time they could be alone together. When Neuvillette's other hand finds his thigh, Wriothesley is as cooperative and quick as back when he'd been guided into the Iudex's lap, leg wrapped securely around him -- shifting against the other man's clothes as he settles.
'Piercings dull sensation', someone had told him once... but oh how wrong they had been. Neuvillette's teeth on his ear is easily enough to pull a faltering gasp from him, to cause his hands which had trailed to the middle of Neuvillette's back to flex, fingernails pressing into skin. Wriothesley's lips part only just at the touch to his lips, and he has enough time to understand what Neuvillette demands of him.
Easily his mouth opens enough to allow callused fingers to slip inside, eyelids fluttering only half open. The taste of him then draws a low sound from his chest, pleased as he shifts -- as he slowly works Neuvillette's fingers deeper into his mouth with an ease that would've surprised even him if he were capable of thinking about that right now. He's rather content to start off slowly with the whole thing, sucking gently enough for now -- tongue caressing the length of the other man's fingers. He pauses to focus briefly on his fingertips as he pulls back before he once again takes him fully into his mouth once more.
There's a sly glint to his eyes as he moves. He would slowly get faster as he moved... but he wanted to build anticipation -- to indicate just what Neuvillette could look forward to, if he desired.]