just as you are

Sacrilege

CW: Contains Smut

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"The water here is..." Neuvillette frowns slightly, dragging the tip of his toe through the hot water, hissing softly.

"Not to your standard?" Wriothesley is already settled into the spring, his back against the craggy and slick rocks. His face is flush, pinked by the steam. He flicks at the water idly, dragging circles through the surface, and then with a soft hum, continues, "Come on, get in at least. Not many get this opportunity."

The enigmatic Yae Miko has extended an invitation for visitation under the guise of politeness. Neuvillette is no fool; with the death of Focalors and his Authority handed back to him, it would make sense for her to play nice. He meant to decline, citing his work, but Wriothesley told him that it would make for a nice vacation. Neuvillette is usually stronger than this but it is hard to say no to his mate, particularly when it's a matter of gaining some well-deserved alone time.

"Work," muses Neuvillette, then. "We've done nothing but work since we've come here."

It's work to him, at least. Neuvillette is not good at rubbing elbows and as it turns out, Yae Miko is a slippery woman with unknown motives and prettily painted words that mean more than she gives. Thankfully, Wriothesley is better at it, taking the reins effortlessly, and guiding their conversations thus far. Neuvillette's brain hurts.

"All the more reason to get in the damn spring and relax."

Neuvillette sighs softly and drops the towel around his hips to the side. Wriothesley looks. He stares, his gaze going half-lidded with heat as it drags across Neuvillette's body before stilling on his vent. That look—pleasure curls in Neuvillette's gut too, stirring heat in his depths. His cock stirs whether or not he wants it to. It's been long enough since they've been able to touch each other properly that he finds himself needy.

Later.

"This is a shrine," he reminds Wriothesley as he steps into the hot spring. He groans, the warmth of the water seeping into his sore muscles and bones. He didn't realize just how tired he was until everything began to loosen.

"Yeah, I know," replies Wriothesley, holding out his arms, calling for Neuvillette to come closer with the curl of his fingers.

Despite Neuvillette's reminder to behave, he goes, sliding through the water until he's settled across Wriothesley's lap, knees resting on the stone bench, locked against each side of Wriothesley's hips. "I don't think this is what the gods have in mind for visitors. Isn't this a holy place?"

"For some, maybe. Last time I checked my only god is you."

"Wriothesley—"

"You don't want to?" Wriothesley's hand sears as it drags down Neuvillette's side. "I'm all for waiting until we get back to our lodgings, but I'm just saying we can enjoy both."

A delicious prospect. When was the last time they fucked more than once in a day? Usually, their trysts are short and sweet, tucked into the late hours of the night, or the tight moments of their thinly-veiled 'tea breaks'. Neuvillette prides himself on being polite and as much as it annoys him, Yae Miko has extended her grace—but he finds himself leaning into the tilt of Wriothesley's mouth and his goading words nonetheless.

"You are a wicked, despicable thing at times, aren't you?"

"Fucking in hot springs dedicated to the local Archon? Sweetheart, you can't tell me that doesn't appeal to you."

Oh, it does. And Wriothesley knows that which is why he draws Neuvillette close, grinding against him. Neuvillette's cock slips from his vent, already hard and needy. He moans softly when Wriothesley squeezes at his ass, pulling at his cheeks, pressing his fingers against his rim.