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The first few days back were a shit show. Inmates were causing trouble. He received news some of them were trying to plan a breakout, some were planning a riot, and others--perhaps the most frustrating of all-- were up to something he couldn’t quite place. He could tell they were planning something by the way they acted, but he didn’t have anything conclusive. It was Wednesday night before he had a moment to really settle back in.
He was still on edge and he knew it. A hot shower was exactly what he needed. Well, maybe the shower less so than the heat of the water he needed and more so the silicone appendage that lived in his shower. Last night he’d tried his fingers and much to his dismay, he couldn’t get quite enough sensation without being able to properly touch himself. He’d stared way too long at the key on his nightstand, debating whether or not to just break the seal and take the cage off… But then he remembered the sweet, sweet promise of Neuvillette flogging him if he managed to last.
That night he’d taken a cold shower and went to bed. Tonight though, tonight, he was determined to crack the code. It wasn’t fair Neuvillette knew his body’s needs more than Wriothesley did. He let water warm up and pressed the suction cup of his toy against the shower wall. He snatched his lube from his cabinet and applied generously to his fingers. He was much less gentle with himself than Neuvillette was with him, pressing a finger past his tight rim. He made himself relax, taking slow deep breaths as he worked it as deep inside as he could go. He was as hard as the cage would allow, straining against the metal inside. It was uncomfortable but fuck did that only make it hotter. He worked that finger in slow circles, easing himself open and pressing his finger tip in exactly the right spot. He whimpered, his hips jerking a little making him thrust into the air. Slowly he worked another finger in, the rough pads of his fingers sending shivers up his spine. The tip of his cock was leaking, he managed to thrust his hips back against his fingers just right and sent another shiver of delight coursing through his body and down to his curling toes.
He worked in another finger, twisting and curling them, he needed to open himself up wide enough to take his toy. He was trying to be patient, he really was. By the time he could fit three fingers all the way into his knuckles, the last of his patience snapped. He put more lube on his toy, lining up the pretty blue tip and he found himself wishing it was the real thing again. When he first got this, it was easy enough to pretend it was Neuvillette, but now that he’d taken the real thing he found himself noticing the differences. ‘ Neuvillette’s bigger than this, a little wider, a little longer, and so much warmer. Oh fuck and he has more ridges-- ’ He gasped, his image of Neuvillette doing this to him changed to instead Neuvillette telling him what to do.
‘ Slow down, beloved, I’m going to make you work for this. ’ Fantasy Neuvillette was sitting on the other side of the shower glass, just watching him. He was still in his nice court robes, his legs crossed and he looked down his nose at Wriothesley, ‘ Take it all the way in, nice and slow. Come on, beautiful, I know how excited you are but I don’t want you to hurt yourself.’
Wriothesley gasped, doing as he was told. He pressed his palm to the cage, trying to get some relief as he rolled his hips back.
‘ Oh, beloved, you’re so needy. Did you forget you don’t get to touch yourself? Your pleasure is mine Rio, my sweet boy. Put both of your hands on the glass. I want to watch you move those pretty hips of yours. ’
Wriothesley felt good, but not good enough. He needed more, he needed relief. He started moving his hips none too gently. The toy slid easily inside him, the more he rolled his hips the better he felt.
‘ Good boy, taking your silly little toy so well. I know you want me instead, but you were going to take your cage off last night. I’m not going to give you a reward for trying me. I gave you that key for emergencies. This is a matter of trust. You’re lucky this is your only punishment. ’
Wriothesley’s cock throbbed, he was dangling on the edge but he just couldn’t get himself there. The Neuvillette in front of him was giving him the most wicked of smirks, “Please… please I… Mmmm….”
‘ Please what? Use your words.’
“Lemme cum… please please let me… please I need it please,” He whimpered. Fuck he sounded wrecked. His cheeks heated up from the embarrassment of it all. He moved his hips ever so slightly faster, resting his forehead against the cold glass, “please, please--”
‘ So soon? Oh Rio, you aren’t going to be good for me, are you? Come on then, if you’re going to be a bad dog then do it. You never wait for my permission anyway. Come on, do it now. Cum for me.’
Wriothesley doubled his efforts, riding the toy as hard and fast as he could, getting it in just the right spot but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get there. Eventually he sobbed in frustration and pulled off it. The key, where was that stupid fucking key? If he could just touch himself he knew he’d cum.
‘ Ah ah ah, I thought you wanted me to flog you? Are you going to take off the cage you wanted, and break my trust just because you’re that horny? Filthy mutt. I’m going to have to give you another time out aren’t I?’
Wriothesley growled, changing the temperature of the water to cold, using it to shock his system and soon enough his throbbing erection softened. He glared at the offending cage, and then the dildo. He couldn’t believe he was going to be left horny and wanting another fucking night just because he couldn’t fuck himself as well as Neuvillette could. Now that he’d had the real thing he knew nothing else would be enough. That night he went to bed in an even worse mood than the one he woke up in.
The next day got even worse.
Fortunately most of the prisoners were still behaving, but there was enough of a vocal minority that it had to be dealt with. He and his guards went through and collected everyone they could, so it was as smooth as things could be for now. Another issue arose as they often did and before he knew it they were on lockdown, searching dorm by dorm for contraband. One of the inmates had been stabbed trying to warn the guards about their roommate’s intentions, and so, Wriothesley was escorting him to the infirmary. The doors unlocked, and on one of the beds sat Neuvillette. He had been talking to Sigewinne when the lockdown occurred, so he’d been forced to stay in place.
“How long have you been here?” He asked a little too harshly. He knew he was overreacting, he knew he was just agitated from the rest of the week.
Neuvillette raised a brow. He was surprised by he tone but understood Wriothesley was in work mode. He was about to answer for himself when Sigewinne spoke up, “He’s my guest, your grace, I invited him here on my lunch break because he had some concerns.” She said, seeing the wounded inmate she jumped up and went to go perform first aid.
“You need to tell me when you have people come in. As the administrator, I need to be aware of who is in my fortress.” He said firmly, his voice was sharp and his words cut more than he meant to.
“Really?” Sigewinne asked, raising a little brow, “Is this how you’re going to be? My job is to care for my patients and that’s what I’m doing.” Sigewinne scoffed and said, “I’m sorry Armen, I’m going to tend to you right now okay? Monsieur will you please hand me my bag from--”
Neuvillette was already up. His coat laid neatly folded on the bed where he’d been sitting and he was already handing Sigewinne her medical bag. He pulled his hair back, ready to assist her however she needed. “How can I be of assistance?” He asked, putting some plastic gloves on over the ones he normally wore.
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave, your honor, we’re in the middle of lock down and you shouldn’t have been down here without permiss--” Wriothesley was puffed up for the sake of his guards, but Sigewinne wasn’t having it.
“You’ll do no such thing!” She snapped, “You signed off on this visit. Lockdown Protocol dictates no one leaves, or enters the fortress until we’ve received the all clear. I have the signed request form I submitted on Monday on my desk if you need to verify. This may be your Prison, but this is my infirmary.” She waved him off, “Monsieur, you’re familiar with the process of packing a wound, yes?”
Neuvillette nodded, he could deal with Wriothesley’s frustration later. If Sigewinne required his assistance he was more than happy to give it. They worked together quickly, soon the wound was dressed and Armen was being escorted back to his dorm to rest by the guards.
“Thank you for your help Monsieur.” Sigewinne hummed, “I usually have some assistants, but with them also being on lockdown, I might not have managed if it weren’t for you.” She shot another glare at Wriothesley as he walked over to her desk, finding the form in question and grimacing. There it was, clear as day. It was next to a coloring book and some stickers. She even had some new lotions to review from the surface. It was clear Neuvillette had been thoughtful with his gifts.
“You are too humble, head nurse. If anyone was capable it would have been you.” Neuvillette assured, “And I’m sure the guards or his grace would have been able to assist as well.” He disposed of the gloves he’d put over his own, and was relieved to see his own remained unsoiled.
Sigewinne looked to the guards then, “Thank you for your help, please go back to your previously assigned tasks. I believe I need to have a word with both the Duke and our Iudex.” She says simply, and when they hesitate, Wriothesley waves them off.
“You heard her. Go back to searching for contraband.” Wriothesley sighed, and when the door was closed, Wriothesley locked it from the inside.
“My apologies, I was under the impression that I’d followed the proper protocol.” Neuvillette really hated putting his partner out like this, and to have it affect his daughter was even worse. He cared for them both so deeply and to be cause of their frustration was particularly vexing for him.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Sigewinne assured, “You know you don’t have to bring me gifts every time either.”
Wriothesley sighed, pinching his brow, “Look, I--”
“...Look?” Sigewinne snapped, “I know you’re tired and stressed, and that’s part of the job. I followed protocol, I submitted the proper paperwork because I know my job. He’s my patient I’ve had the longest, and I’m not going to turn him away. I did my job. Just because you forgot doesn’t mean you get to scold me in front of the guards or my patients.” She huffed, “Now please, get out. We weren’t done with our tests.”
“Sigewinne…” Neuvillette tried.
“No, you heard how he spoke to me. He can come back to see you off when the lockdown is finished. Now go, shoo shoo.” She said, waving her tiny little hands.
Wriothesley growled and looked at his partner, “You.” He pointed at Neuvillette as he spoke, “I need to see you in my office before you depart.”
“No, you’ll come here to fetch him when you’re done.” Sigewinne insisted, “Since you’re being rude about protocol.”
Wriothesley stormed out. He wanted to get through this search as quickly as possible. He knew he needed to apologize. He knew why he was being a dick--because he couldn't use his! The worst part was that he loved this, it was so hot, and he loved being completely at Neuvillette’s mercy. He just needed release, he needed to be good and behave and he needed to get off. The rest of the searches went by in a blur, his guards seeing how distracted he was and taking over for him. That left him waiting, pacing, and eventually he was informed they were all clear.
He released the lockdown, and had to control himself as he walked the long way to the infirmary. He opened the door, and stopped immediately at what he saw. Neuvillette was sitting on the infirmary bed, with their head nurse putting some lip gloss on his lips. She’d braided his hair, delicate little flower pins were speckled throughout his long white locks. He looked ethereal, delicate. Wriothesley’s heart threatened to thump right out of his chest as his eyes locked on those lavender ones. He was stunning. Wriothesley could feel himself stirring in his cage again, and now Wriothesley understood why Neuvillette enjoyed putting makeup on him so much. It could accent features, and it would no doubt look even more stunning running down his cheeks.
“--llo? Hello? Tevat to Wriothesley?”
He hadn’t realized Sigewinne was talking to him. He shook himself and made himself look at Sigewinne. She had her little hands on her hips and asked, “Were you even paying attention to me? Or is Monsieur so lovely all of your blood flowed so far south you can no longer understand speech?”
Wriothesley’s cheeks flooded with crimson, caught red handed. If it weren’t for the cage there would be even more evidence he needed to worry about. He looked up then, “Sigewinne you’re a menace. Have you finished all your tests?”
“I’m not allowed to disclose patient information that is not relevant to you.” Sigewinne hummed. She was being a little shit and she knew it. If Wriothesley was going to make a big deal about protocol she would as well. She wanted her apology after all.
Wriothesley bit back the growl, “Head nurse, you don’t have to tell me anything but the patient himself is allowed to disclose whatever he wishes.”
Sigewinne gave a knowing little smirk and started putting her makeup away. Neuvillette on the other hand frowned ever so slightly, “I do wish you two wouldn’t behave like this.”
“He started it by being mean earlier, you saw that.” Sigewinne recalled, pouting a little, now that she was getting scolded too it wasn’t as fun.
“You should have told me when he arrived. I’ll admit that in the rush of the week I admit I forgot I signed off on your form.” Wriothesley sighed.
“Patient visit times, procedures, and test results are all protected health information. I keep you up to date about Fortress residents because you are in the chain of command who needs to know. You don’t need to know about Monsieur Neuvillette’s tests because you are neither his doctor, his boss, or his husband. You are not on any of his forms.” Sigewinne reminded, “And I did try to inform you he’d arrived. You were in the Pankration ring blowing off steam and you didn’t respond to my summons.” She said simply, “So I did my job.”
Wriothesley took a slow, deep breath through his nose, and then exhaled through his mouth. He did that twice more, regulating himself before saying, “My apologies, head nurse. It appears several measures fell through today.” He managed.
“Good, now, say sorry for being mean to me.” Sigewinne prompted, a little pout on her round face.
“You were also instigating things, Sigewinne.” Neuvillette reminded, “I believe you both owe each other an apology.”
Wriothesley took another deep breath, needing it, and said, “I’m sorry I jumped on you and was a dick in front of the guards. We need to present a unified front, and I chose the wrong time to discuss it.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry I was snippy.” Sigewinne admitted, but then said, “But you also owe Monsieur an apology for being a dick.”
“You needn’t worry about that, Miss Sigewinne, I’m going to go speak with his grace, privately.” Neuvillette said with a little smile and stood, collecting his outer robes. He draped them over his arm and looked to Wriothesley, “Let us speak in your office.”
“Wait… shouldn’t you um…” Wriothesley didn’t want to wait, he was just trying to be considerate, “Take your makeup off? What if others see?”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m being personally escorted by the Duke, isn’t it?” Neuvillette answered and stepped towards the door, “Are you coming?”
“Fuck, I hope so.” Was out of Wriothesley’s mouth and he was on Neuvillette’s heels. He pulled himself together and was about to step ahead when he heard Neuvillette clear his throat just loudly enough that his step stuttered and he fell into his place beside Neuvillette. He tried to look poised, he really did. He puffed out his chest and set a scowl on his face, only for Neuvillette to still somehow glide gracefully next to him. His eyes flicked about, daring anyone to try to stop them.
They made it halfway before Wriothesley saw any of the inmates coming back out, and he could feel every set of eyes on them, specifically on Neuvillette. He glanced at Neuvillette, seemingly unphased. In that brief moment, he watched an inmate try to approach them but a sharp glare made them stop. Wriothesley was going to send them away, but Neuvillette said very calmly, “Your Grace, I believe this young man needs to speak with you.”
“And I believe he should see that I’m busy, isn’t that right, Matthias?” Wriothesley said, looking to the inmate in question.
“Yes, your grace… I’m sorry but I don’t know when I’ll next see you, your Honor.” Matthias said, glancing at his hands.
Neuvillette mentally braced himself. He couldn’t imagine anyone having anything nice to say about him in here, “Ah, Mr. Matthias, I didn’t expect you to wish to speak to me, that was my mistake. How can I help you?” Neuvillette asked.
“Thank you for being lenient in my sentencing.” Matthias said and gave a little bow.
“I never enjoyed sentencing people harshly, particularly not for self defense.” Neuvillette admitted, “So please, there is no need to thank me. I was following the letter of the law to the best of my ability now that we no longer have the Oratrice.”
Matthias stood again and the teenager’s cheeks colored ever so slightly, “My apologies again, your Honor, but I… didn’t remember you being so lovely.”
“Alright kid you got to say your piece, I have business with the Iudex. Don’t you have a shift in the production zone or something?” He said, waving him off. He tried to walk more quickly this time but Neuvillette gave a polite little nod and resumed his pace. They went up the ramp to the elevator, passing Galvaryet at her post, where Wriothesley gave her the signal to keep an eye on Matthias. He didn’t want them to be followed after all. She gave a nod of acknowledgement and they boarded the elevator to go down to the administrative area. The ride was quick, and in silence because as soon as the doors opened, they were passing Estienne on his rounds. Too many eyes and ears in the fortress for Wriothesley to address any of the things he really wanted to.
They turned right, going past the hall that led to the Rag and Bone Shop, and then made a left away from the fortress entrance, towards Wriothesley’s office. There was someone new posted there; Wriothesley couldn’t recall their name off the top of his head and instead played it off by asking, “Is there anyone in my office I should know about?”
“No, your grace.”
“Good. Keep it that way. I need to have an important meeting with the Iudex and we are not to be disturbed. Do I make myself clear?” He instructed.
“Yes, your Grace.”
Wriothesley gave a little nod and led the way inside. He locked his office door behind them just to be safe, and together they ascended the spiral stairs to the left and up into his office proper. Wriothesley let Neuvillette go first, watching him as he draped his coat over the railing of the stairway, and perched himself neatly on Wriothesley’s desk. He rested his palms on either side of himself against the desk, and crossed one leg neatly over the other.
“It appears you have something to tell me.” Neuvillette mused, a little smirk on his face.
“I may, but I’d love to hear your thoughts first, sweetness.” He stepped closer, standing in front of Neuvillette and he gently threaded his fingers through Neuvillette’s. He pressed his forehead against Neuvillette’s and breathed deeply.
“It depends really, I could ask a question or make an assumption. Though I feel asking you a question I may already know the answer to could be in bad form.” He moved his knee ever so slightly, allowing it to brush Wriothesley’s groin and feel the metal of the cage. “But there is one piece of evidence I’m lacking. So correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m going to guess you haven’t taken it off.”
“I thought about it, but no I didn’t.” Wriothesley answered, bringing one of Neuvillette’s hands up to press a kiss to the back of it.
“Hmm, and may I assume you’ve been perfectly well behaved in that time? Perhaps that’s why you’ve been so short.” He mused and yet before Wriothesley could speak, understanding lit up those lavender eyes and the most sinful smirk graced those angelic features, “No, you haven’t been. You tried to play with yourself and found it unsatisfactory.”
Wriothesley’s cheeks flushed slightly, “You never told me not to.” He tried to play it off, “Just said to keep it on and you’d give me a reward.”
“Ah there is my brat. So you’ve made yourself all pent up just trying to get around the rules, is that right?” Neuvillette lifted their hands from the desk, gently placing Wriothesley’s hand on his shoulder and his hand went to Wriothesley’s hip, pulling him closer, “Now tell me, do you really think you’re still deserving of your reward?”
“If we were to interpret this the same way as a legal code, yes.” Wriothesley tried to hide the worry in his voice. He didn’t want his reward to be taken away now when he had still been trying so hard for it.
“I would say you followed the letter of the rule, but not the spirit.” Neuvillette mused. He wasn’t making this decision yet, just wanting to give Wriothesley a chance to stand up for himself. That fire in those icy eyes was part of what he loved so much.
“I followed the letter, and the spirit.” Wriothesley contested, “I kept it on despite wanting to take it off, it’s not nearly as much fun if I’m not worked up for you, is it?” Wriothesley mused, “I could have behaved myself, but then when it comes off it’s just as though I waited a week. It’s not like I haven’t gone without before.”
“Ah yes, but you're snipping at your guards, you nurse… even me. Doesn’t that violate the stipulations of our terms as well?” Neuvillette countered, “After all, I specifically said you’d get your reward only if you behaved and ‘as long as we do not quarrel beforehand’.”
Wriothesley had forgotten that part. He deflated a little, “You’re right. You did say that. And in the infirmary, I was harsh with you.” What he wanted was falling away again because of his own stupid mistakes. Archons, he was a fucking idiot and--
Neuvillette’s expression softened and the hand that remained in Wriothesley’s went to his cheek, gently guiding him to look into his eyes, “Breathe my love, I’m going to let down the mask. You were a little terse, but I don’t believe you were as bad as Sigewinne made it out to be. You were a little short, but you didn’t lash out despite your frustration, that’s progress. I’m proud of you.”
Wriothesley’s heart started pounding in his chest, “Wait, really? Does… do I still…?”
“I’m going to give you a chance to make it up to me.” Neuvillette hummed, “You’re going to start by bringing me the key. I need to see for myself if it still has its seal.”
Wriothesley flushed, “Drawer of my desk.”
“You brought it into your office? Thinking about rubbing one out on the clock?” Neuvillette mused. He took his gloves off and laid them on the desk. He guided a hand that had been on Wriothesley’s hip moved down the front of his pants. The tip of his fingers delicately touched him through the gaps in the cage. “And take these off.”
Wriothesley gasped softly, doing as he was told. He kicked off his boots and then his pants, his underwear next. He draped his coat over his chair before he was guided to lay on the desk next to Neuvillette on his back with his legs spread, putting himself on display, “No, was gonna wait… Couldn’t get off anyway.”
“And why is that, love?”
“Tried to and it didn’t work.” He admitted.
“Oh? I want you to tell me about it.” Neuvillette hummed. He coated his fingers in hydro and pressed one against Wriothesley’s entrance. “Mmm, you’re so soft. Let me guess, you were playing in here?”
“Sweetness, please…”
“Answer your Sovereign.”
Wriothesley’s dick twitched in the cage, trying to stir to life and straining against the metal. His cheeks were on fire even as his hips thrust into his hand involuntarily. “Yeah… I did, a couple times.”
“Tell me about it, beloved, I wasn’t there. I want details.” He purred and pressed a finger inside him gently, watching as Wriothesley reached back, trying to grab ahold of anything for stability and knocked some of his books off. Neuvillette could only chuckle, “you’re too cute, my sweet boy, come on, tell me what you did. I want you to be as descriptive as possible. If you stop talking, my fingers stop. If I stop long enough that I pull out, I stop and you have to wait until tomorrow.”
“Neuv please…”
“You protest and yet you’re getting so worked up.” Neuvillette hummed and shifted so he was straddling the desk and was giving Wriothesley his full attention. “You love when I tease you.”
“Well, yeah but--”
“Color?”
“...Green… really green.”
“Such a good boy Rio, thank you for indulging me in my check in.” He whispered and circled his finger around Wriothesley’s entrance, “Now tell me love. I want to hear every dirty detail.” Slowly he pushed a hydro coated finger inside him.
“The floor, the ceiling fan, that light over there…” Wriothesley knew he was pushing his luck but the thought of telling Neuvillette how he pleasured himself made the words catch in his throat. He didn’t think he would be mocked, not seriously anyway, but it was still so embarrassing, not the kind of thing he ever thought he’d be talking about.
Neuvillette caught on, the finger stopped inside him and he mused, “Perhaps I should have been more specific. I want to hear every dirty detail of how you touched yourself, not everything in your home or office that needs cleaning.”
Wriothesley draped his arm across his face. He tried to hide himself, to preserve any dignity. True to his word though, Neuvillette stopped moving his fingers, waiting patiently for Wriothesley to begin. “I… only did it twice… once with my fingers and once with my toy. It was Tuesday and Wednesday night.” As he spoke, the finger slid deeper into him. He rubbed it in firm little circles, making Wriothesley’s legs shake ever so slightly as Neuvillette pressed right into his prostate. It felt so much better than his own fingers. But then they stopped, oh shit, that’s right, he stopped talking.
“Tuesday night, I used my fingers, tried to touch myself through the cage and then when I realized I couldn’t I… fuck, I fingered myself, okay?” He gasped. “Couldn’t make it feel this good, your fingers feel better, so much better, your scales feel so good.”
“Stop hiding yourself beloved, I want to see you as you talk to me.” Neuvillette murmured, “you’re too lovely to hide.”
“My Sovereign, please… spare me at least some of my dignity.” Wriothesley pleaded.
“This is a kindness Rio. I’m giving you a chance aren’t I? To make it all up to me? I want to see you. I’ll dim the lights, but if I do you’re going to have to make that worth my while as well. Fortunately for you, I have something in mind.” Neuvillette was kind enough to keep his fingers moving while he spoke, but when he was done and didn’t get an immediate response, they stilled again.
“Mmmm thank you, please at least make them dimmer please I--” He felt too exposed like this. In their home was one thing but in his office like this it was too much. Neuvillette’s fingers began to move again and at the same time the lights got dimmer. Wriothesley carefully peaked around his arm to see Hydro tentacles floating through the air and they turned off lights one by one. The last light was turned off, and then only the glow of Neuvillette’s Rhinophores and eyes illuminated the room. It was just bright enough to see, barely, but Wriothesley knew Neuvillette could still see him perfectly. Somehow this was worse, it was even more intimate.
“As you were saying beloved?” Neuvillette prompted, he leaned down and the tips of his forked tongue carefully poked into the cage and collected the bead of precum collecting at his tip.
Wriothesley’s voice grew quieter, he sat up a little. The dim light made it harder for him to see his partner. The soft blue and purple glow accented Neuvillette’s features, with such beautiful makeup, Neuvillette looked even more ethereal. He couldn’t look away now even if he wanted to. He found the words spilling from his lips like when he’d been drugged what felt like forever ago now. “I fingered myself in my bedroom, didn’t think of much, just tried to settle into the feeling. My fingers--ah~ They didn’t feel like yours. Couldn’t cum. Mmmm took a cold shower and went to bed angry.”
“And the next night?” Neuvillette prompted, pressing a second finger into Wriothesley as a reward.
“Climbed into the shower, was so fucking horny and frustrated.” He couldn’t help the little shudder of his hips, he started grinding his ass down into Neuvillette’s hand, trying to ride his fingers. Fuck, he felt so good, so much better than his own fingers ever could. “I turned the water up hot. I stretched myself and tried to fuck myself on my toy.” He gasped and gave another little roll of his hips, “And that… that fucking toy. I bought it because of--ah~ because of you. I’ve always pretended it was you. Ever since I bought it with the first real money I got-- when nnnngh~ when I turned eighteen.” He licked his lips, his mouth going dry, “but--fuck you’ve ruined me. Now that I have the real thing I know how different it feels and-- oooooh fuck yes~ mmmmm~ I co-ah~ couldn’t pretend it was you anymore. I know what you feel like now.”
Neuvillette chuckled at that, “Oh my sweet boy, that’s too cute.” He whispered and kissed the inside of his thigh, giving it a little nibble. He looked up through his long lashes, “What did you do next?”
“Mmm I--Ah~ pretended you were watching me, telling me what to do with it. Still couldn’t cum, couldn’t fuck me like you can when I can’t touch myself. You told me to cum, I tried so hard but--” he managed, “Was gonna take it off, but I heard you call me a filthy mutt for breaking your trust. Took a cold shower again.”
“Oh, beloved, no wonder you’re so pent up. Don’t worry, beautiful, I’m not going to leave you wanting.” He whispered. He added a third finger then and curled them all, making Wriothesley’s toes curl too. “Tell me, love, do you want me to show you how to use your toy?”
“Nnnngh no… ‘s stupid. Isn’t you.”
“I see, and if I were to give you what you wanted, would you want it down your throat or in here?” Neuvillette whispered. He knew he had Wriothesley right where he wanted him. “I'll only get you off once, just enough to take the edge off.”
“Here please please please--”
“Since you’ve been so good for me, I’ll oblige you. Get onto your hands and knees.” Neuvillette purred and took his fingers out.
Wriothesley gasped and rolled almost too fast that he very nearly rolled off the desk. Neuvillette caught him though. He was grabbed by his hips then and manhandled into place. Wriothesley’s cock throbbed in the cage, he pushed his hips in the air and let his face smack into the desk as he reached back and grabbed ahold of his butt, spreading himself wider for Neuvillette’s convenience.
“Careful, beautiful.” Neuvillette whispered, “Careful, I’m bringing something over. I’m going to put it right here so don’t move around too much okay? Try to stay still for me?”
Wriothesley gave a little nod, fuck! He wanted this so fucking bad. “Please, please fuck me.” He heard Neuvillette moving behind him and felt his hands on his hips. He felt his lips on his shoulder and felt Neuvillette’s lips on his ear.
“Breathe, my love.”
The glide was smooth as Neuvillette pushed inside him. Wriothesley felt so good, he was melting around his length. Neuvillette set a slow place, easing Wriothesley into it. He didn’t have to do very much more before Wriothesley was completely relaxed around him. He rolled his hips back begging for more, “‘S good, feels so good fuck, more. Please, more I need--” Neuvillette gave a sharp little thrust and Wriothesley sobbed in delight, “Oh fuck~” Neuvillette thrusted harder and Wriothesley grabbed at the edges of his desk, trying to ground himself. “Neeeuv~ Please please please pl-” Oh Archons, he was so close. Neuvillette could take him apart so easily, there was no way this was happening so quickly--
“Such a good boy, I bet you could cum for me right now.” He whispered in Wriothesley’s ear. He nipped the lobe of his ear before he whispered, “Come on, my sweet boy, cum for me.”
Actually hearing those words sent shivers down Wriothesley’s spine and then he came. He sobbed in delight and came so easily as white hot pleasure rippled through his body. His eyes fluttered shut and when Neuvillette’s hips didn’t stop tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He whimpered, trying to crawl away and he was pulled back roughly onto Neuvillette’s cock. He slammed in over and over, Wriothesley’s legs shaking and threatening to collapse from the pleasure.
He could feel it in the stutter of his boyfriend’s hips, he was close, and just before he came he pulled out. Wriothesley sobbed, at being empty. He looked over his shoulder, but he never felt the warmth. He was guided up onto his knees and into Neuvillette’s arms. Wriothesley whimpered and lifted his arms, trying to hold onto him too. He rolled his hips back and could feel his partner wasn’t hard anymore. He whimpered again, but he was struggling to find the words, “No… why… where did you… was I bad?”
“Shhhhh shh not at all, beloved. You were perfect. I just wanted to leave you a present.” He whispered and reached down, collecting something from the table. When Wriothesley managed to look down, he saw one of his teacups in Neuvillette’s hand and it was filled with… with both of their… oh fuck, that was hot.
Wriothesley didn’t ask, instead he managed to untangle one of his hands from his partner to join his hand with the one holding the cup and he brought it to his lips. He tilted the little porcelain cup back and their salty spend filled his mouth, peace washing over him as he drank deeply. It was gone far too soon though, and he found himself licking the cup trying to get more. It was in him now, where it was supposed to be. Wriothesley noticed the room getting brighter, Neuvillette’s rhinophores glowing brighter. He looked back at his partner and saw a truly ravenous hunger in those lavender eyes and their lips crashed together. Neuvillette’s tongue plunged into his mouth as if trying to claim some of that taste for himself.
When they parted because Wriothesley needed air, he heard his partner whisper, “My sweet boy, you’re going to be the death of me.”
Wriothesley was gathered properly into Neuvillette’s arms and carried over to the sofa. He was held so close, he was cherished. Wriothesley was so content, enjoying these soft moments in the aftermath. Slowly, Neuvillette carried him around the room, keeping him close as he turned the lights on. He was carried in such a way that Wriothesley’s face was pressed into his neck and every light that turned on wouldn’t be too overwhelming. As he came back into himself they were sitting on the couch again. Neuvillette had cleaned them up, a blanket from his quarters was draped over them both. He felt so warm, tender. He looked up at Neuvillette and smiled so warmly, the look he got back was just as full of affection.
“How are you feeling love?” He whispered, carefully a cup was handed to him and thoughtlessly he took a drink. It was simply some cool water, and he really needed it.
“Mmm, good. Fuck I needed that.” Wriothesley hummed and shifted in his lap and straddled his partner's hips. “When’s round two?”
“Not tonight, love, remember? I told you we were only going once to take the edge off.” Neuvillette whispered. “How does the cage feel? Are you still doing okay?”
Wriothesley huffed, “But I want to go again…” he pouted. “But it’s better. I can function again.”
“Good, are you okay to keep it on until tomorrow? If not, we can take it off.” Neuvillette whispered, giving him another way out. He wanted him to be comfortable after all.
“If we take it off, will you you fuck me again?” He asked.
“I would, but remember, if it comes off we don’t have your reward tomorrow.” He reminded, “Unless it’s because you’re in pain, then it needs to come off.”
Wriothesley had to consider that. What did he want? To be honest he wanted both. He wanted to get absolutely railed, and yet he wanted to get flogged too… He decided to try his luck, “Is there any way we can do both?”
Neuvillette considered it, he was a fair man after all. He decided, “You’re my last meeting of the day tomorrow.” He mused, “If you’re still wearing that tomorrow when you walk into my meeting, with this inside you,” He produced a little pouch from his briefcase and set it on the coffee table, “Then it will be a little bit of a lighter impact session, but I’ll make it worth your while. I’ll give you everything you want then, but only if you wait for it.” Neuvillette answered.
“...And our meeting tomorrow, am I correct in remembering it was at the Opera Epicles and not the Palais Mermonia?” Wriothesley asked. It was closer to the fortress… he might actually be able to do that…
“That is correct. After the trial, you and your men may be escorting someone to the fortress… But if your men can handle the task at hand or if the prosecution fails to prove their case, then once everyone clears out… I may just sequester you to my chambers.” Neuvillette mused.
Wriothesley reached forward, taking the velvet bag in hand and he knew what it was even before he opened it. It was the vibrating plug. The remote was not in the bag… so that was the game. “Let me make sure I understand, you want me to wear this, and you’ll turn it on whenever you please?” He asked, “Is this during the trial, is it for after…?”
“I did not plan to use that feature. I know public things make you uncomfortable. I merely wanted you to be ready for me when we meet.” He explained gently. “First I wish to clarify that the trial itself is a more modest one. The accused crime is breach of patent, nothing violent. I deeply suspect it will be uneventful, and the likelihood is a fine, not jail time. The plug is for you to wear when or if you wish to. There will be no punishment if you don’t, only a reward if you do. If you wish to simply insert it after the trial but before you come see me, that is also acceptable. You have every right to tell me no. You do not have to agree to any of this. You are allowed to take the cage off and we’ll have sex right now. This is only if you wish to keep it on and earn an extra reward for yourself.” Neuvillette answered.
“But… What if I wanted you to turn it on?” Wriothesley asked. His mind drifted to riding Neuvillette at the party they went to and how good it felt to be toyed with for so long. One of his deepest most forbidden wishes was to sit beneath Neuvillette’s desk while he was overseeing a trial and to warm him down his throat where no one could see him. He would live there if he could.
“If you wish for me to use it… then I suppose that I would have the remote to use at my discretion. However I promise you that I would not use it unless I feel it is a safe time to do so, so not when you’re moving or the room is quiet enough that it would be heard. You also do not have to give me a decision right now. You are free to change your mind if or whenever you like.”
Wriothesley nodded and thought about it more, “And… in the event that this is something I’m interested in… If I wanted to stop at some point how would you propose we check in? I don’t think snapping my fingers is the most appropriate action to take mid trial.”
“My position in the courtroom allows me to see everything. If I touch my hair at all, I’m asking how you’re doing. I’ll be keeping an eye on you. If you tighten your tie, I’ll turn it down. If you take it off I stop completely. If you play with your collar, I’ll assume you’re good to continue. If something requires so much attention that I cannot watch you properly, I will turn it off until I can give you my attention again.”
Wriothesley nodded, “And… If I do want to do this… how do I tell you I’m wearing it?”
“The remote has a light on it. If it’s turned on and within range, then it will light up. So if you want to do this, just make sure it’s on. If you don’t, don’t turn it on.” He explained, “Entirely your choice.”
“You said I don’t have to decide tonight. So I’m going to sleep on it I think.” Wriothesley knew his answer, but he also knew he would be putting a lot of trust in his partner. This was outside his comfort zone, and he needed to reassure himself that it was okay to say no. He loved saying yes to anything his partner wanted, but he also wanted to test his safety net to make sure it’s still there. After all, it was one thing to tell someone that it was okay to say no, but he wanted to see how his partner would honestly react when he did. If this reaction didn’t go well, he’d also know to drag his feet more with moving.
‘ He deserves someone who would say yes though… he deserves to have his every desire fulfilled… Can I really give him everything he wants?’
“Take as much time as you need Mon Trésor. There is no pressure.” Neuvillette reiterates. He gently kisses Wriothesley’s brow, “Though I think that if we were to want to go again, it might be the best time to begin so we don’t keep your guards worried for too long.”
“I wanna see if I can hold out… I really want my reward.” Wriothesley admitted. Knowing now it would take place in Neuvillette’s quarters back at the Opera… well, It was the only reason he could stand his ground. Getting fucked and flogged there would be a truely erotic experience. It might even be the second time his life changed in that building.
“Then I should take my leave soon, otherwise I may tempt you too much.” Neuvillette kissed him softly.
“Do you have to go?” Wriothesley said with a pout.
“I’d be happy to stay, but do you want me to stay?” Neuvillette asked gently, “Your guards know I’m here, and a lot of the inmates saw me on the way in. I could leave and come back through the emergency hatch?” He wanted to be considerate of his feelings and need for secrecy.
“Shit… You’re right…” He sighed, “I want you to stay… but…”
“But…?” Wriothesley sighed, he was struggling to come up with the words. Neuvillette understood though, “But you aren’t ready. That’s okay.” He smiled but Wriothesley felt like something was off. “If you have some things packed, I can take them back with me tonight so you don’t have to carry so much?”
“I don’t have very much Neuv… all the things I care about I can carry in a backpack. The rest usually stays in my office.” To be fair though, he didn’t need much.
“I see… if you don’t wish for assistance so I will not rush you.” Neuvillette said, giving him all the space he wanted.
Wriothesley nodded again and climbed out of his arms. He stretched a little, he felt more grounded in his body now. Together they got dressed again, and as much as Wriothesley wanted Neuvillette to stay, he kept pushing him away for the night,. He didn’t want to seem desperate. He felt better, and he knew Neuvillette was right. If his Hydro Sovereign stayed he knew he would misbehave before morning. So for the sake of his pride, and his reward, Wriothesley toughed this out. Once they were both dressed and ready, Neuvillette gave him a sweet kiss as a parting gesture, and Wriothesley felt so warm. He took with him the bag Wriothesley had ready, wanting to help make the process as much as possible.
That night though was awful. Wriothesley missed his warmth, missed his cuddles, all the affection that he usually received after they had sex was absent because he’d sent his partner home. He missed him a lot, felt lonely without him. ‘ I made a mistake… I could have him here… ’ he stared at the ceiling fan above him, wishing it was the beautiful string lights Neuvillette had hung for him in their home. He wished he had his partner, wanted his shark… he missed their bed. This bed had served him well for so long and yet now it was just another reminder of what he was missing. His sheets weren’t as soft, the blankets not as warm, and most importantly he didn’t have the comfort of his partner to hold and be held. He did some late night packing and got ready for the next day. He hoped the trial was an easy one.
There was only darkness, and Wriothesley felt so alone. He was terrified, cold, and in the darkness he knew there were thousands of prying eyes. His chest physically ached, it hurt even worse than when he was done in the Pankaration ring, worse than when his neck had been carved open but he knew he hadn’t been injured. The pain came from inside his chest and it throbbed so deeply it was as if his heart was trying to jump from his chest. It was absolute agony. Eyes opened in the darkness like stars of judgment in a sea of paranoia and uncertainty. All of them were locked on him, blinking on their own but never giving him a moment of peace. An ominous thumping could be heard, it was loud and booming in his ears as he realized it was the beating of his aching heart. His breath was coming too fast, but he was getting no air, he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t--
“Help me, help me, somebody save me please--!” Wriothesley screamed inside but the words couldn’t leave his lips.
He felt something warm gently cup his hand, something else settle on his hip. It was a being of light blue light and he felt safe because he immediately knew who it was. His lover, the one meant only for him. He was so kind, so beautiful, but Wriothesley couldn’t remember his name. He couldn’t see his features. But he knew who this was. He let out a deep sigh, he could finally breathe and with it was the scent of the sea, of salt in the air and it spread from his lungs to the tips of his toes. His lover held him close, and they shined so brightly that the eyes began to close, letting it be the two of them once more.
He heard a familiar voice, “There you are, beloved, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I’ve missed you so much.”
“I missed you too, I was so lonely. Please, you can’t leave me again…” These were the words that could finally tumble from Wriothesley’s lips.
“I’ve got you, you don’t need to be afraid anymore Mon Trésor.” The voice said and Wriothesley knew deep in his very core it was true. As long as they were together he was safe, he could handle anything. The figure of light took a step back, leading Wriothesley along with him and the distant beating of his heart softened and turned into the sound of waves lapping at the shore. His feet were in the warm sand, and slowly the figure began to lead him in a waltz. His lover held him so tenderly, a warmth tingled through his body and they danced together. They danced together, around and around, and Wriothesley was happy to stay right here. Yet their trajectory changed, with each round they circled closer and closer to the water. The figure appeared unbothered by the rising tide and the crashing waves, if anything they appeared to be spurred on by them as the tempo picked up to match the sound of his beating heart blossoming with the waves once more.
“I can’t go out there, I’m not like you.” Wriothesley reasoned, “I’ll drown, I can’t float like you… I’ll only take you down with me.”
“I’ll keep us afloat, I’ll hold you until you shine for yourself.” His lover answered so sweetly, but the words alone weren’t enough, “Just have faith in me.” The figure tried again.
Wriothesley missed a step in their dance and the light of his lover dimmed ever so slightly. He stumbled and missed another, and another, and each missed step made his lover grow even dimmer still even as he continued to dance. Wriothesley realized they were on the water, dancing on it’s surface as if it were solid ground. It was enough to make Wriothesley hesitate, letting go of the beautiful figure of light. They stepped effortlessly still, as if Wriothesley was still in their arms and stepped out onto the waves. The relatively calm sea grew tumultuous around them where they had once glided so easily and the light of his lover began to dim even more. The eyes that had once been blinded by their brilliance began to open slowly all around them. So many eyes, so many eyes, so many so many so-
“You stopped…” came that soft, familiar voice. He looked at his lover, he could see tears coming from where his eyes would be and they stopped dancing. Slowly they walked over to him again, extending their hand, trying to resume that beautiful dance once more but no matter how hard he tried Wriothesley couldn’t lift his arm, couldn’t take that hand again. When he looked down at it, he saw heavy shackles and chains draped around his arms, trying to pull him beneath the waves. He could feel the water on his feet, slowly he was sinking into the sea. It was at his ankles now, and he knew if he didn’t take that offered hand he would only sink further. “...Why?” they asked, “why did you let go?”
“They’ll see me, they’ll see me and I’ll sink and--”
The figure that was once so bright, was now only the faintest glow of their former self, and the pain in Wriothesley’s chest returned. The beating of his throbbing heart echoed across the waves turning into the booming of thunder. Rain began to fall around them, the wind picking up into a raging storm and slowly, his lover gave up. The one meant for only him, let their hand fall to their sides, and those tears streaming from their face never stopped. “I see… I will miss you most of all. Goodbye, my love, I hope someone can make you shine like I never could.”
“No! No wait! Please! Please don’t--”
Behind them though another figure appeared, a figure of darkness, it’s body was like a void, absorbing all light that it touched, and it slowly reached out to the being of light. It took his lover’s hand, guiding him around in a dance of their own and while the being of light began to glow once more, never as brightly as when he first saw him. The eyes followed them briefly, watching as they danced so beautifully. Wriothesley was sinking. He could swim, he knew, and he tried! He was kicking and paddling all he could but his limbs felt like they were led. He was sinking, he was sinking and those eyes flicked over to watch him flail and struggle. Finally they turned into crescents with delight as his head was starting to sink beneath the waves, despite him clawing through the water, trying so hard to reach up and gasp for air, and the last thing he saw was the figure of darkness staring back it him. It was absorbing the light of his lover making it grow ever dimmer, and he realized then, the eyes he was staring into were his own.
Wriothesley shot up in bed, his body covered in a cold sweat. It took him some time to ground himself, to come back into his body. It felt too real, he could feel the burning of his lungs as he’d breathed in sea water, he could still hear the booming of thunder-- No, that was his heart pounding in his ears. ‘What the fuck was that? ’ he wondered, ‘ What bullshit is this, one nightmare resolves only for another to take it’s place? Sounds like an idea from a trashy novel.’ He made himself get out of bed and start getting ready for the day.
‘ That was Neuvillette… it didn’t look like him, but it sounded like him. It felt like him… fuck it even danced like him.’ Wriothesley replayed the memory in his head, and he wasn’t ready to put a name to it yet. No, he didn’t want to think about it anymore, he wasn’t so vain as to think he was getting some sign from the universe. He did get one of the less desirable meal tickets from the coupon cafeteria yesterday… maybe something in it was just off. He refused to think about it anymore.
He remembered it then, he never found out why Neuvillette had been in his dream before. That was why he was down here to see Sigewinne yesterday after all. He needed to remember to ask him about it later.