[ speaking of the sheets, itās a shame to think of where theyāre headed nowāconsidering how snugly theyād been wrapped up in each other, both tangled in warmth and sleep. that comfort, precious as it was, barely stands a chance once the moon crests so early in the morning.
heās still trying to hold on to softness when neuvillette rouses slowly beside him. the quiet sighs, the way the other's fingers graze over his earsānone of it truly helps in soothing him. if anything, it only fans the burn and sharpens the edge of his want. but itās the way neuvillette breathes out his name, still softened by the last dredges of sleep, that does him in completely. wriothesley presses closer, burying himself in the other's armsānot just to steal the comfort, but to grind in deeper, to give in to what his bodyās already decided. his kisses grow hungrier, scenting more desperate, as the heat of his cock presses shamelessly against neuvilletteās hip. and he lets the full weight of his body settle over neuvillette, pinning him down with quiet intent.
thereās a flash of teeth, a low huff of a laugh, and when wriothesley finally speaks, his voice curls warm and unhurried by neuvilletteās ear. ]
There you are.
[ thereās no further warning before his hand slips down, fevered and single-minded. he shoves beneath neuvilletteās waistband, fisting both cocks in one rough grip. his moan spills out low by neuvilletteās temple, breath shivering as he nuzzles in close, smearing his scent alongside the precum already slicking both lengths. neuvillette is still blessedly coolājust enough for wriothesley to drag some measure of relief from their closeness, even if itās a losing game. the more contact they share, the more heat pours off him, cloaking them both in the weight of it. and still, being surrounded by neuvillette in all the ways that matter feels right. it feels like survival. ]
Keep up with me, would you? Just this once.
[ the words come slurred with heatādelirious ramblings that barely string together his usual clarity. but the way his hand works faster now, coaxing, is deliberate. if heās lucid enough to say anything at all, itās only to signal neuvillette for the usual hydro slick. and then heās already moving, already goneāstripping his briefs in one breath, tugging neuvillette's draconic cocks free with the next. in a few slow, fevered beats, he straddles him.
the winter sky hangs low behind his shoulders, pale light from the balcony windows pouring over him. the solstice dimness makes the moon look closer than it should, like itās watching. and under its glow, wriothesleyās eyes catch darkāblown wide, glassy with need. when he leans forward, the angles of his face are drawn with something hungrier than usual. something that almost looks like surrender.
his breath catches as he grinds back against neuvilletteās groin. thereās a stuttering gasp, a half-snarl of focus as he finds the angle, seats neuvilletteās slimmer, top-most cock between his cheeks, and sinks down slow. thereās no ceremony to it nor words. just the low hiss that breaks from his lips as the initial stretch burns him open. some spit on his palm helps a little, but not enough; as he works it down over the rest of the length he hasnāt taken in yet, bracing, then drops another few inches in a slow shudder.
itās rareāthis look on his face. something naked in the way his brow furrows and his mouth parts around another moan. wriothesleyās rarely this desperate and hardly this willing to outright take or demand. but this morning, he looks every bit the creature he tries to hold back: flushed, greedy, focused only on being filled. and he doesnāt stop moving until heās stuffed full, hips rocking with dogged intent to take all that neuvillette has to give. ]
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heās still trying to hold on to softness when neuvillette rouses slowly beside him. the quiet sighs, the way the other's fingers graze over his earsānone of it truly helps in soothing him. if anything, it only fans the burn and sharpens the edge of his want. but itās the way neuvillette breathes out his name, still softened by the last dredges of sleep, that does him in completely. wriothesley presses closer, burying himself in the other's armsānot just to steal the comfort, but to grind in deeper, to give in to what his bodyās already decided. his kisses grow hungrier, scenting more desperate, as the heat of his cock presses shamelessly against neuvilletteās hip. and he lets the full weight of his body settle over neuvillette, pinning him down with quiet intent.
thereās a flash of teeth, a low huff of a laugh, and when wriothesley finally speaks, his voice curls warm and unhurried by neuvilletteās ear. ]
There you are.
[ thereās no further warning before his hand slips down, fevered and single-minded. he shoves beneath neuvilletteās waistband, fisting both cocks in one rough grip. his moan spills out low by neuvilletteās temple, breath shivering as he nuzzles in close, smearing his scent alongside the precum already slicking both lengths. neuvillette is still blessedly coolājust enough for wriothesley to drag some measure of relief from their closeness, even if itās a losing game. the more contact they share, the more heat pours off him, cloaking them both in the weight of it. and still, being surrounded by neuvillette in all the ways that matter feels right. it feels like survival. ]
Keep up with me, would you? Just this once.
[ the words come slurred with heatādelirious ramblings that barely string together his usual clarity. but the way his hand works faster now, coaxing, is deliberate. if heās lucid enough to say anything at all, itās only to signal neuvillette for the usual hydro slick. and then heās already moving, already goneāstripping his briefs in one breath, tugging neuvillette's draconic cocks free with the next. in a few slow, fevered beats, he straddles him.
the winter sky hangs low behind his shoulders, pale light from the balcony windows pouring over him. the solstice dimness makes the moon look closer than it should, like itās watching. and under its glow, wriothesleyās eyes catch darkāblown wide, glassy with need. when he leans forward, the angles of his face are drawn with something hungrier than usual. something that almost looks like surrender.
his breath catches as he grinds back against neuvilletteās groin. thereās a stuttering gasp, a half-snarl of focus as he finds the angle, seats neuvilletteās slimmer, top-most cock between his cheeks, and sinks down slow. thereās no ceremony to it nor words. just the low hiss that breaks from his lips as the initial stretch burns him open. some spit on his palm helps a little, but not enough; as he works it down over the rest of the length he hasnāt taken in yet, bracing, then drops another few inches in a slow shudder.
itās rareāthis look on his face. something naked in the way his brow furrows and his mouth parts around another moan. wriothesleyās rarely this desperate and hardly this willing to outright take or demand. but this morning, he looks every bit the creature he tries to hold back: flushed, greedy, focused only on being filled. and he doesnāt stop moving until heās stuffed full, hips rocking with dogged intent to take all that neuvillette has to give. ]