Book of One-Sh!ts

[Neuvillette x Wriothesley] Missed Spot on the Clock

"This is fucking bullshit," Wriothesley scratched the back of his neck and shook his head. He'd been working this job for years now but he still didn't understand the fascination omegas had for fucking up rutting alphas like this. They were people, more than just their secondary sex, and yet they were treated like goddamn toys. 

"I just work here. I just work here," he repeated to himself. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't demolish society by pitching a fit in one establishment when so many other existed. 

"Hey, did you hear someone actually wanted that dragon?" a coworker whispered to another. 

"Are you serious? But there are so many chains he had to have been insane!" 

"I heard there is another dragon showing up now who is basically the polar opposite of that one. Do you think he'll get more attention?" 

Wriothesley was relieved that the dragon didn't have to suffer rutting alone anymore. He'd heard it was quite painful and based on what he'd seen working in this shit show-- it was. Curious about the new guy, he wandered into that section of the establishment. 

"I guess it was dumb of me to assume he'd be in rut now..." Wriothesley wanted to hit himself. His curiosity had gotten the best of him just based on what he'd heard. 

"I knew dragons were fucking disgusting but two cocks? I'm not doing this shit!" A worker shoved a bucket of water into Wriothesley's hands and walked off. "You go in there!" he grumbled. 

"What?" Wriothesley took a few more steps and nearly dropped the bucket at the sight. A man with long white hair and beautiful skin. He took out his keys and fumbled for the right one to enter the room. It was normal to have to clean up the place after an omega visited but dragons rarely got visitors. They had to suffer through rut alone because omegas were terrified that they'd succumb to alpha instincts and break the chains keeping them bound. 

Wriothesley closed the door behind him and lowered the shades on the giant display window to give the dragon some privacy. He placed the bucket beside him and wrung out the towel to wipe him down. He looked severely overheated but he was probably still in the early stages of rut. What was that other guy so terrified for? His skin was so smooth, reminding him of pearls. His face stoic despite the situation. 

His hands moved along the dragon's body but somehow, he was the one getting flustered instead. He'd never had this issue with other alphas in this place. Now he was starting to understand why his coworkers slept with alphas between omega's paying for them. Everyone hired here was a beta so it didn't particularly matter. And the higher ups didn't care. 

Wriothesley desperately avoided the crotch area, skipping to the legs. The redness of his cheeks hidden in the dim lighting. He dropped the towel in the bucket and was about to stand but the alpha spoke. Surprised by the silkiness of his voice and the fact he talked to him at all, Wriothesley became a statue while listening.  

"You missed a spot." 

It took a moment to register what he'd said and another moment to realize what spot he'd missed. Thankful once again for the dim light to hide his cheeks, Wriothesley sat back down. He wrung out the towel again and faced the area he'd been trying not to look at. 

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath feeling his ears join the heat of his cheeks. Why was that other guy disgusted? Sure they were normal dick shaped but the color reminded him of shells. He didn't know what was more embarrassing: staring at this guy's dicks or the fact that he found them pretty. 

Wanting to slap himself, Wriothesley carefully wiped them down. He thought far too hard about how to maneuver his hands in a way that wouldn't upset this alpha. He forgot, of course, that anything he did would make the alpha react due to the sensitivity brought on by rut. Hearing the small grunts and moans urged him on. He wanted to stay and assist him. He'd better get out of here before anything else happened.