'til death do us part

5

"I'm sorry," Wriothesley finally spoke. He was surprised to see that Neuvillette was still planning on sleeping in his bed after what happened. But, then again, he really shouldn't have been. He'd been acting quite normal after that incident between them. 

"What for?" 

"I've been pushing all of these human conceptions onto you forgetting you're not human at all. I'm so sorry." 

That was a first. No one had apologized to him for something like this. But, then again, he didn't exactly make it a well-known fact he wasn't human. 

"Then, I apologize for not being human enough." 

"No!" Wriothesley shook his head, waving his arms frantically, "Don't apologize for that! I'm messing this up. I'm not too good at apologizing... I didn't mean to make you feel inadequate." 

"Push me away," Neuvillette stated before crossing the room and grabbing Wriothesley's head. He pressed their lips together without another thought. Since the time Wriothesley had asked him for this, it was all he could think about. He wanted nothing more than to experience his coarse lips a second time. 

"W..." Wriothesley struggled to move his face far enough away to speak. "Wait!" He pushed Neuvillette, holding the back of his hand up to his mouth, blushing furiously. "I feel like I've known you for lifetimes but the reality is far from that..." he coughed, trying to regain composure. "I need more time to mentally prepare myself..." 

Neuvillette nodded. 

"I'm not rejecting you, okay?" Wriothesley assured, picking up Neuvillette's hand in his. 

Neuvillette nodded again. 

"I'm serious." 

"I understand." 

"Then why do you look so sad?" 

Neuvillette blinked, confused. Wriothesley was getting better and better at reading his mood even though countless times prior, everyone called him emotionless. 

"You misunderstand," Neuvillette pulled his hand away from Wriothesley's, scratching the nape of his neck. "I'm a bit disheartened, that is correct, but more than anything I'm attempting to hold back," his long nails dug into his own neck while his other hand crossed his body to dig those nails into his arm. "I have no prior experience with these emotions so my control over them is a bit..." he pressed his lips tightly closed, looking out the window instead of at Wriothesley. 

"Haha," Wriothesley chuckled, covering his mouth. "No, sorry, I'm not trying to laugh at you. It's just I feel as if we're one step closer to being true husbands in your eyes." 

"Please order me not to do anything," Neuvillette muttered quietly. 

Against his earlier proclamation, Wriothesley did the opposite: "Neuvillette, I order you to stop trying to control your emotions tonight." 

Neuvillette's arms slowly dropped by his sides as his eyes snapped back toward Wriothesley. There was a brief pause between them, as if Neuvillette were waiting for Wriothesley to take his order back, but those words never came. 

Wriothesley blinked and hands were tearing off his clothes, ripping them to shreds, while teeth bit down tightly on his shoulder. He winced, gasping, feeling the hands move along his body with an intensity no one else had given him. His knees buckled, he lost balance, but Neuvillette caught him, placing him on the bed. 

Self-conscious about his naked body, Wriothesley felt the urge to hide. His skin was far from flawless. He was hairy, battered, bruised, scarred, and overly muscular. Nothing at all like the beautiful Neuvillette who appeared on his doorstep. 

"You drive me mad," Neuvillette's voice, typically calm and collected, suddenly made Wriothesley shiver. As if there were a deep passion floating in between his words. Neuvillette grabbed Wriothesley's thighs, pushing them apart. Though he thought he should be intimidated by Neuvillette's sharp fangs, he instead felt more turned on. 

Neuvillette's long forked tongue slithered out of his mouth to graze Wriothesley's hole. He tensed, arching his back slightly, closing his eyes tightly. His dick twitched eagerly with how quickly Neuvillette discovered his most sensitive spot. 

"N-Neuvi..." Wriothesley's eyes watered. He couldn't fathom why. 

Neuvillette's fingers trailed along his thigh and up toward his tip. He pressed down lightly once he removed his tongue and pushed fingers into his ass instead. Pressing with precision where his tongue couldn't quite satisfy. 

"Are you going to cum with just my fingers?" Neuvillette asked. Wriothesley knew there was no teasing in his words but he felt called out all the same. 

"I'm not very...experienced..." his voice cracked while cum splattered over his own torso. 

"Ah," Neuvillette sighed, disappointed, which inadvertently made Wriothesley's heart drop, "what a waste," he continued, licking some of the cum off.

"Are you not..." Wriothesley exhaled sharply, embarrassed to ask this, "going to put it in?" 

"I want to see you writhe in pleasure not pain," Neuvillette glanced up at Wriothesley's face, scooting closer to it but pausing at his chest. "I wouldn't fit." 

"You wouldn't...?" Wriothesley looked down and his breath hitched. He found himself drooling at the thought of that inside him. 

"I don't care if I never walk again, put it in," Wriothesley grabbed Neuvillette's hair, pulling, demanding. "Put them both in," he insisted. 

"Haah," Neuvillette sighed (in a way to mentally prepare for the 'I told you so' later), shifting to an upright position to grab Wriothesley's legs and spread them apart as far as they'd go. 

"Relax," he slid his hands down, pressing his fingers into Wriothesley's hole, "you're too tense." With his thumbs he massaged and spread him apart. Wriothesley shivered, biting his lip at the strangeness of the sensation. 

Neuvillette had only put a little more than his tip inside, but a guttural throat noise shook Wriothesley to his core. Every fiber of his being twitched watching as the clear-calmness of Neuvillette's eyes turned into a ravenous lust-filled storm. Before he could regret any of his earlier words, his hips were grabbed by Neuvillette and pushed down onto his cock. Slamming into him over and over without so much as a chance to get used to his massive size. He could feel his intestines being rearranged. 

"Neuvi..." he lifted his arm hoping his dragon husband would understand his intentions. Those long blue nails wrapped around Wriothesley's wrist and pulled him up. Wriothesley draped his arms over Neuvillette's shoulders, hugging his neck, unable to hold back from moaning into his ear while Neuvillette's second dick rubbed up against his own. 

"Warm," he whispered, feeling the rush of Neuvillette's semen inside. His eyes closed wearily. 

"You shouldn't have ordered such a thing from me," Neuvillette held Wriothesley tightly in his arms, not allowing him to fall on the bed, "I won't be able to stop even if you fall unconscious." 

"I see," Wriothesley faintly smiled, "it's good to know that I am loved."