'til death do us part

8

"It would've been fine if you had simply held me close," Neuvillette spoke, placing his hand on Wriothesley's forehead. He'd moved him to the bed. 

"I feel awful," Wriothesley admitted. 

"Of course, you overheated," Neuvillette sighed. "Here, drink some water," he helped Wriothesley sit up and brought the cup to his lips. It was then that Wriothesley noticed Neuvillette was naked. 

"Were those scales always there?" he found himself asking, reaching out to touch them along Neuvillette's sides. 

Neuvillette inhaled sharply. 

"Sorry, did that hurt?" Wriothesley pulled his hand back but his fingers still grazed the scales. 

"No, no," Neuvillette's head tilted slightly, all of his long hair shifting too. "They'll go away on their own. I haven't been reduced to a snake in quite some time. The scales are simply sensitive." 

"I'll try to be gentler," Wriothesley placed his hand flat against the scales. Neuvillette clenched his teeth, holding back a noise. 

"Oh, I see," Wriothesley smirked, moving his finger along the scales downward to his lower torso. 

"Wriothesley..." Neuvillette cleared his throat. Caught off guard by Wriothesley grabbing one of his cocks, he lurched forward, grabbing the headboard of the bed for support. 

"I need to make sure you're fully heated," he snickered, grabbing Neuvillette and pulling onto the bed, rolling so he'd be on top. "What better way than this?" 

"You're simply doing what you want." 

"Correct, because what I want is you." He grabbed Neuvillette's dick again. "Don't you know how terrifying it was to see you disappear? I'd like a warning next time. There are so many things I don't know about my husband." One hand pumping his cock, the other running along his scales. Neuvillette closed his eyes tightly, opening them with a gasp. 

"It essentially happens when I reach my limit." 

"Then is it possible to fuck you so bad you turn into a snake?" Wriothesley's eyes were filled with humor. 

"I suppose?" Neuvillette winched when Wriothesley pressed his finger down on his tip. "Do you wish to find out?" The question was harmless in itself but Wriothesley found it a bit seductive. 

"One day, I think I would like to know," Wriothesley slathered the cum onto Neuvillette's torso, making sure to lightly touch his scales as he did. 

"Wriothesley, there is only so much I can do to control my impulses," his eyes narrowed. 

"Go wild, my love," he grinned. 

"Haaaah," Neuvillette let out a long breath and sat up. The long blue streaks in his hair stood up to reveal that they were horns and a blue tail grew out of his lower back. His teeth sharpened, eyes still narrowing. Nails growing longer. 

"Oh. Oh." Wriothesley flushed. He knew the love of his life that appeared on his door was a dragon but this was becoming increasingly more obvious in the last twenty-four hours. And he was here for that. 

Neuvillette pushed Wriothesley down onto the bed and straddled him. His tail falling between Wriothesley's legs. He grabbed Wriothesley's dick, bringing it closer to his ass. 

"N-Neuvi?" Wriothesley placed his hands on his face, peaking out between his fingers. "You didn't prep..." 

"Are you certain?" Neuvillette's ass grazed Wriothesley's tip. Liquid lightly pouring down his shaft. 

"You're wet?" Wriothesley couldn't be more confused. 

"Did you forget my element?" Neuvillette snickered, covering his mouth with his hand. 

"Are you sure you're okay with me?" Wriothesley asked, feeling self-conscious about his size. Bottoming was a different story. He felt wanted and adored while being on bottom. He never felt as if he satisfied anyone should he top. 

"Give me your hands," Neuvillette held out his own and Wriothesley grabbed them. He intertwined their fingers and rammed himself down onto Wriothesley's cock. Wriothesley gasped, picking himself up off of the bed, back arching. Neuvillette leaned back and supported himself with his tail while Wriothesley couldn't stop himself from thrusting his hips. He became intoxicated with the way that Neuvillette's ass felt around him. Tear drops formed on the edges of his eyes. 

"Can you feel it?" Neuvillette placed Wriothesley's hand on his lower torso. "How deep you are inside me?" Wriothesley's hand slipped, scratching Neuvillette's scales. He immediately tensed, and Wriothesley felt it, both of them feeling embarrassed.  

"I'm so sorry-" 

"It's fine," Neuvillette cut him off before he could continue apologizing profusely. 

"Did I hurt you?" Wriothesley asked, placing his hands on Neuvillette's hips. The dragon shivered, a sensation running down his spine all through his tail. 

Neuvillette shook his head. 

"They feel so smooth," Wriothesley admitted, moving his hands up along Neuvillette's sides. He felt him shiver underneath his hands, and tense around his cock, but he couldn't stop his curiosity. The more he touched the more Neuvillette writhed on top of him. Continuously stoic but revealing his rapid heartbeat in other ways. Until one of his dicks came all over Wriothesley's chest. 

"Twice..." Neuvillette used his hand to try and wipe the cum away. "But you haven't yet." 

"Neither have you," Wriothesley glanced at his husband's second dick. 

"Don't worry about that." 

"It must be difficult. It's been hard all of this time..." 

"It'll go away on its own." Neuvillette didn't want to elaborate but Wriothesley's confused expression encouraged him to. He cleared his throat, glancing away, before speaking: "That one knows the joy of being inside you so naturally it doesn't go down so easy." 

"Then we should hurry and give it what it wants," Wriothesley started up his pace again, thrusting inside of Neuvillette. 

"So fast..." Neuvillette forced out in a single breath. 

"Hm?" Wriothesley feigned innocent. 

"Not so fast..." Neuvillette's entire body arched backward, complaint made irrelevant with Wriothesley's cum inside. 

"It's my turn now," Wriothesley licked his lips, pressing Neuvillette against the bed. He slid himself out and spread his ass apart, moistening his fingers in his mouth before stretching himself. 

"Ah, fuck it," he gave up, slamming himself onto Neuvillette. It hurt. Horribly. But he didn't care. 

"You'll hurt yourself. You're too tight," Neuvillette motioned to sit up but was pushed back down. 

"I can take it." 

"Wha-" 

"I can take it," he repeated, firmly. "It's my turn now," he smirked.