'til death do us part

10

"So, this is your home?" Wriothesley set down a few bags of food on the table, and the rings. 

"No," Neuvillette went to the stove to put a kettle on. "This is where I lived." 

"There's a difference?" Wriothesley leaned up against the tabletop, staring at Neuvillette. 

"You are my home. This is simply where I stayed." 

Wriothesley's face flushed. His hand slipped off of the counter and he fell on his ass. Hiding his face in his hands, he rested his forehead on his knees, and did not move an inch. 

"Are you alright?" Neuvillette squatted down in front of him. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine, it's nothing," Wriothesley insisted. "I should be used to your stoicism, but you always say the things that make my heart melt. I wish I could do a fraction to you of what you do to me." 

Neuvillette grabbed Wriothesley's wrist and pulled but Wriothesley refused to let him see his face so he continued to follow his own hand with his head until he collapsed into Neuvillette's chest. His face now hiding there, but Neuvillette let go of his wrist and placed his hand on the back of Wriothesley's head, pushing him closer and tilting his head to the side so his ear would be against him. There was no steady rhythm like Wriothesley anticipated. Just a fast-paced heart rate similar to his own. 

Wriothesley gently pushed Neuvillette toward the ground, hovering over him. "I want you." His previously flustered self was drowned out in his own desire. 

"Here?" The kettle whistled and his body shifted as he looked at the stove. Wriothesley moved his hand up to turn off the heat. 

"Mhm," Wriothesley nodded and kissed Neuvillette's neck. His fingers moved to the buttons on his clothing, undoing each one piece by piece. 

"It's alright," Neuvillette ran his fingers through Wriothesley's hair. "No need to hold back. I'm not human." 

"I'm not holding back. I want to treat you right." 

"Whatever you wish," Neuvillette nodded. 

"Wait..." Wriothesley sat up and stared down at Neuvillette, "could it be you want me to be rough with you?" Neuvillette's pointed ears turned a little pink as he closed his eyes. "Oh? What's this? A bit hypocritical of you, Mr. Your Ass Needs a Rest," Wriothesley chuckled. 

"I'm not human," Neuvillette sat up, to defend himself. "And it was only just now when you pushed me down that such notions came up in my min-" 

"Like this?" Wriothesley grabbed Neuvillette's shoulder, pushing him down hard enough to make his body bounce off of the ground just a tad. The pinkness on his ears traveled, turning redder. "Well, you always say you're mine to do with as I please, perhaps I take you up on it," Wriothesley said, tearing off Neuvillette's clothes. Buttons flew off and his pants ripped from being dealt with too roughly. Wriothesley was certainly getting into character, being egged on by Neuvillette's subtle reactions. 

He flipped Neuvillette onto his stomach, pressing his ass to his crotch and shoving his face into the floor. Wriothesley's hand wrapped itself in Neuvillette's long hair, pulling a bit. 

"What naughty liquid is this?" Wriothesley ran his finger over Neuvillette's asshole, spreading it just enough to watch it leak. 

"I'm saving some time by using my affinity with water..." Neuvillette confessed, curling his fingers under his palms to form fists on the floor. 

"I can't just... shove it in... you finally called me your husband..." Wriothesley pouted. "Hm," he got an idea. Wriothesley pressed Neuvillette's legs tightly together around his cock and shoved a finger into his asshole. He could thrust and stretch him at the same time. Neuvillette's body shook from the stimulation at the base of his two dicks. He rested his forehead against the ground but his hair was pulled so he couldn't hide his face. 

"Who said you could cum?" Wriothesley stared at the puddle on the ground. 

"Sssssorry," Neuvillette salivated, beginning to hiss like a snake. 

"Fuck," Wriothesley blushed like a lunatic, finally shoving his dick into Neuvillette's hole, "that was cute." 

"Hnn..." Neuvillette shifted enough to look back at Wriothesley. 

"Right, okay," Wriothesley grabbed Neuvillette's waist to hold him, trying his best not to feel guilty about going at a pace with little regard to Neuvillette. Every shiver, wince, grunt, groan, he had no idea which noises were from pleasure or pain but hadn't been told to stop so the guilt slipped away piece by piece replaced with some animalistic instinct Wriothesley didn't know he had. 

Lathered in post-cum clarity, Wriothesley shriveled up into a ball, noticing all of the bruises and abrasions now on Neuvillette's body from having done it on the floor. The redness of his cum-leaking ass and raw thigh skin didn't help either. 

"They're small, they'll go away quickly," Neuvillette scooted toward him, giving him a hug. "You didn't hurt me, it's okay," he hushed. 

"I'm sorry," Wriothesley's voice cracked. He wanted to cry. But he didn't. 

"It's alright, we won't do that again if you don't like it." 

"I just love you so much," Wriothesley sniffled, still resisting the urge to cry. 

"I know, I know, I love you too," Neuvillette kissed his forehead.