[ Maybe it's actually down to how long it's been, Kaveh wonders mildly to himself as crimson eyes trail to watch the Iudex dab at the corner of his mouth, then pick up the wine glass to swirl the water around in it. There shouldn't be anything sexy about it, and yet all he can think about are how those gentle hands might guide him to where Neuvillette wants him, how those lips might suck bruises into the column of his throat as he's taken apart.
There's no doubt that his eyes gloss over as he absently licks his lips, tasting the sugary sweetness of the meringue once more. But he takes a breath to try and shake himself out of it, to focus on Neuvillette's words and not the things he might do once they get up to Kaveh's hotel room. He smiles, although it's something of a distant expression. ]
Your Archon must be grateful that you take such good care of her.
[ He's remained at her side for several centuries now, working hard for the sake of her nation and it's no exaggeration to say that she would've run it into the ground ages ago had he not taken up the mantle as her right-hand dragon; she's the mascot character of the country, a ruler lacking the necessary skills to properly lead her nation so that role falls to Neuvillette instead. There is no way she isn't grateful for everything he has done for her and Fontaine.
Their conversation continues for some time as they eat, with Neuvillette learning a few things about Kaveh: the Darshan he graduated from, some recent projects he's been working on and how he's been commissioned for a structural renovation and expansion project in Port Ormos that will begin in a few months, his hobbies, and so on. In return, Neuvillette tells him about the Melusines, his work, among other things. Eventually their meals are paid for, and it's time for the "temporary satisfaction" that is the end goal for this encounter.
However, it won't be as simple as going to Kaveh's room together. Neuvillette doesn't want to risk having the two of them ending up on the front page of tomorrow's edition of the Steambird. Thankfully, he has a trick up his sleeve to avoid unwanted attention. ]
You go on ahead; I'll be there in a few minutes.
[ With that, he stands up and leaves the restaurant to find the nearest restroom. Once he's made sure no one is nearby, he lets his body transform into water. It gathers into a spherical space and darts out of the room, moving swiftly to the third floor where Kaveh's room is located. An intoxicated man who sees him mistakes him for a Seelie but otherwise he manages to stay out of sight and after hovering briefly in front of the door to make sure the number on the bronze plaque is the right one, he squeezes into the space between the bottom of the door and the floor and returns to his humanoid, solid shape once he's on the other side. ]
[ The conversation is certainly an enjoyable one; of course Kaveh always loves to talk about the upcoming works in which he takes a lot of pride, and it's interesting to get to know more about this man who is different to him in so many ways— and yet also similar in some. The blonde is genuinely impressed by the other's attitude toward his work and the pride he takes in it; and his care for the Melusines warms his heart.
When it's time for them to move up to Kaveh's room, Neuvillette sends him ahead by himself— something that makes sense, given what Kaveh now understands about the other— and the architect takes the chance for a moment alone as an opportunity, smoothing out his hair and re-lining his eyes with his favorite kohl, even taking a moment to gloss his lips with a light, tasteless balm.
(Never mind that he'll be a mess soon enough— he wants to look as good as possible by the time the Iudex joins him.)
The alluring effect is somewhat spoiled by the way he yelps, though, jumps practically a whole foot in the air as a small amount of water floods under the door, catching his attention quickly as it shifts and changes into a humanoid man— the very man for whom he is waiting. ]
Archons, [ he gasps, hand pulling up over his mouth to hide the way it's dropped open, trying for a moment to catch the breath he's very suddenly lost. ] I was— wow, I was wondering how you were going to make it up here without being seen... I guess that explains it.
[ And he doesn't even look wet. It's kind of a marvel, Kaveh thinks, staring at him in unabashed wonder. ]
Every time I think you can't possibly get more amazing, you go and outdo yourself again. You're— [ Kaveh bites his lip, takes a step closer ] —wow. Amazing.
Such praise is unnecessary, but appreciated all the same. Thank you. [ Turning his body into water is a mere parlour trick compared what he's capable of even without his full dragonhood, but he supposes that even those must look amazing to an ordinary human who doesn't possess a Vision.
As Kaveh steps toward him, Neuvillette moves closer as well, a gloved hand reaching up to playfully brush along Kaveh's neck, the leather smooth against his bare skin. There's something in his gaze that wasn't there before, a glint of desire sparking across those serpentine eyes. ]
This will be my first time with a human, so I may need some guidance at times. I hope you won't mind.
[ Honestly, it'd be more accurate to say he's a virgin because he hasn't had sex in this lifetime and he only has vague memories of the reproductive activities of his predecessor, who sired many offspring over the years until the First Usurper descended from beyond the heavenly sphere to wage war against his kind. ]
[ Kaveh just smiles, shakes his head at the way he's thanked— really, he needs to tell Neuvillette that he doesn't need to be so formal with him.
But he's distracted with almost shameful speed by the spark in the other's eyes, the leather glove smoothing along the skin of his neck— and then again by the Iudex's admission that Kaveh is his first human, a statement that makes his crimson eyes widen even as a delightful heat gathers in his abdomen.
Why, oh why, is that such a turn-on? ]
I don't mind at all. [ His soft voice is edged with a thread of huskiness as he replies, as his own hand lifts, teasing fingers tracing the lines of the other man's mouth. But there's a question, too: it's there in the raise of his brows, in the curious trail of his other hand down over the fine material of Neuvillette's vest. ] But I have to ask— are we really so different?
My clothes hide most of the differences between my body and yours. [ The reason he wears his elegant Iudex garb on a daily basis is twofold; the first is because he wants his attire to match his standing, the second is because he prefers to cover every inch of skin from the neck down is so his and Furina's citizens won't see what makes him visibly not human.
His jabot feels more restrictive around his neck than it did mere minutes ago, a tendril of heat stirring in his veins as he moves on to trace his hand along Kaveh's jawline. When those teasing fingers brush over the seam of his lips, he parts them slightly to show one of the inhuman things about him; the front teeth that lightly graze over Kaveh's fingertips lack the flat edge similar to chisels that humans have. Instead, they have pointed tips designed for puncturing and tearing food—though thankfully they aren't quite as sharp as they would be if he had a fully draconic form. ]
[ Every single thought in Kaveh's mind is silenced and taken apart by the glimpse of pointed teeth, the sharp graze over his fingertips; his eyes widen and his other hand stills against Neuvillette's chest, a sharp breath filling his own lungs. Archons— whatever species the man is hardly matters when all he can think about now is how those teeth might feel leaving bites in his skin— and he steps closer once more to erase the gap between the two of them, body flush against the justice's as his fingers tug at his lower lip, giving him a better view of the pointed enamel. ]
Tell me, [ he murmurs, voice thickening still more with gravel, breath shorter than it should be on his lips over foreplay that has barely started, and the fingers of his free hand fist into Neuvillette's vest, as if to tug him still closer as he leans, mouth barely ghosting over the corner of the other's lips. ] Tell me more about this— about the differences between us.
[ Such a demand may be difficult for the Iudex to meet with any haste, however, because Kaveh's fingers shift to his jaw just in time to be replaced with his mouth, a low sound tripping over his tongue as his mouth captures Neuvillette's, nothing chaste in the way he immediately seeks to lick into the space between the other's lips, the way he answers the coiling pleasure in his abdomen with hunger. ]
[ Neuvillette is just about to answer the question Kaveh just asked him, but then the blonde's lips capture his own in a searing kiss that smothers the words, leaving them to die on his tongue. It's not his first kiss—the dubious honour of having claimed the Iudex's first kiss goes to Heloise Castaignède, who made a small footnote in Fontaine's history books as the woman who 237 years ago was sentenced to forty days in Meropide after being found guilty of having kissed the Chief Justice without his consent.
The way Neuvillette kisses back is clumsy, a little slow, but in no way lazy; it's much like an oceanic tide soothing its way towards the land as it almost imperceptibly rises and engulfs everything in its path. He cants his head for a better angle, the forked ends of his tongue flitting over Kaveh's in his eagerness to taste him. He's not sure what to do with his hands at first—so for... most of the first half or so they just hover awkwardly until he eventually settles them on the other's back.
A thin, glistening string of saliva connects their lips for a fraction of a second before breaking as they pull apart. There's a paint dusting of pink on his otherwise pale cheeks and he takes several deep breaths before finally giving him an answer: ]
My limbs are covered with scales, and my reproductive organs... [ He pauses here, not out of shame or embarrassment (nudity and sex is a human taboo), but rather because he wants to choose the right words for his explanation. ] I have two phalluses, rather than the single one present in human anatomy. They are also shaped differently.
[ The clumsiness doesn't bother Kaveh— gods, he barely even notices it, caught up instead in the feelings the kiss elicits in him. First, an ephemeral feeling like the ocean crashing down on him in a way somehow both gentle and overwhelming; then, the more physical sensation of a forked tongue dancing over his own. He gasps out a soft sound, and when the kiss is broken, he almost chases the other's mouth before he gathers himself together and bites his lip instead, his own breathing short as ruby eyes explore the other's face, the dusting of pink over his cheeks.
And then comes the answer to his question, and his brows lift under his bangs, eyes widening— and perhaps, a similar coloration finding his own cheeks now. ]
Your— you—
[ Even someone who struggles with emotions at times may well be able to read them as they pass visibly over Kaveh's face like chapters in an Inazuman light novel. Surprise, mixed with mild embarrassment, as the Iudex volunteers such personal information with a calmness and rationality that has his head spinning. Shock, as the words settle in his brain for long enough for him to understand their meaning. Something summarily smug and pleased as the implication sinks in— a pause as it sinks in further— and a hint of nervous anxiety as it settles, even as he slides a leg, as if searching, between both of Neuvillette's. ]
I have so many questions. [ The words are brushed as whispers against the other's lips, and it's true: is he some kind of draconic species, like a vishap? Were the displays earlier— fighting against the Ruin Guard, and turning himself into water— actually his own, rather than those of a Vision wielder?
Can Kaveh even take two cocks at once?
He so wants to know the answer to that last one. But first— ]
Tell me, Monsieur Neuvillette... do you prefer to fuck, or to be fucked?
[ He watches Kaveh's face intently, taking in each shift in his expression and gauging them for any sign of discomfort at the information he just provided about his anatomy. He's not entirely sure how such information should be shared and the appropriate moment for it, but he figured he should be up front about it to avoid any unexpected surprises. That said, he can say with reasonable confidence that Kaveh doesn't seem bothered by it once the initial surprise passes. Good. He finds that the faint blush creeping along his cheeks suits him, and the way the light catches in the red of his eyes makes his earlier comparison to rubies even more apt.
When a tailor politely asks a customer which way they position their penis, they do so by asking "Which way do you dress, sir?"—and in Neuvillette's case, the answer is both. Though they're on the smaller side while in a flaccid state, Kaveh will definitely feel something on the inside of each leg as his thigh presses into the Iudex's groin. ]
Unless you have any objections, the former. [ His whispered answer comes almost immediately, without him having to think it over. Parting his mouth slightly, he darts the tip of his tongue out to playfully flick over the other's lips. ]
[ Oh, there is certainly no discomfort. Perhaps among humans, that makes Kaveh a little strange— but it's not like he's ever particularly cared what anatomy his partners have, anyway. Neuvillette may not be human, but he's close enough to one for all practical purposes, and his intelligence speaks for itself.
Now, he has to bite back a small sound of pleasure as his thigh finds a slight prominence on each thigh rather than just the one; although the sound slips out a moment later as that tongue flicks playfully over his lips before he can find the words for which he's searching. ]
No objections. [ His own reply comes in the same whisper, hands bracing on the other's chest for a moment before his fingers start working over the buttons on his vest instead, taking them apart one by one. His knee stays wedged between the other's legs, rubbing up against his crotch, angling first against one leg and then the other. ] Although in the interest of being your guide to the human body, I should probably tell you that you'll need to take your time with me if you're gonna fit both of those in.
[ Despite the words, there's nothing anxious or worried about his tone— rather, it's rich with excitement and arousal, awaiting the promise of what's to come. ]
[ The press of Kaveh's knee into his groin sends a pang of arousal flicking upward along Neuvillette's spine, the sensation almost catching him by surprise—in his centuries of life, his sexual urges have been few and far between, and he would only rarely seek gratification through masturbation. Really, the fact that he sought out a partner at all for mutual satisfaction is practically a miracle. His arms shudder minutely from it as the last button is undone and he begins to ease his arms out of the vest; he doesn't let it drop to the floor and instead takes a moment to throw it onto the back of a nearby chair. ]
Ah... typically, only one is used at a time. [ There's an awkward edge in the way he responds; he thought it went without saying that he'd penetrate his partner with only one, but it looks like he must've given Kaveh the wrong impression. But then he tilts his head, assessing the excitement he had caught in the other's tone, and— ]
...Though unless I'm misunderstanding, you seem rather eager to try taking both. We can start with one and then make an attempt with the other as well.
[ As he speaks, he twists the catch of the pin holding his jabot in place; the fastening gives way, allowing him to remove the jabot from around his neck and expose the pale column of his throat. ]
[ At first, Neuvillette's words spark something of a disappointment in him, an awkward embarrassment in the way he smiles and shakes his head, ready to tell the Iudex that it's alright if that's the case, he got ahead of himself— but the other man is already acknowledging the excitement he already saw, opening the door to possibility, and the blonde bites his lower lip, awkwardness melting into something pleased and excited. ]
I'm hardly about to say no to that, [ he murmurs, watching as Neuvillette removes the jabot from his neck, and Kaveh's own throat works visibly as he swallows. Fuck, has his dry spell really been that long? Or is the other man really just that irresistible— untouchable— that the sight of his damned neck can make him want so desperately? ]
Archons—
[ He lowers his head, pressing a flurry of kisses into the newly-exposed skin, knee continuing to press and rock into his groin as he does; his lips part and his tongue tastes, and only then does he pause. ]
...You don't usually show off your bare throat in public, right?
[ Seeking confirmation, because the man holds an important role— the last thing Kaveh wants is to bring a scandal down on him out of his own selfish desires to see that skin darkened with his own teeth and tongue. ]
...I cannot recall the last time anyone other than Lady Furina saw my bare throat. [ Somehow, Neuvillette manages to keep his voice even without stumbling over any words despite the distracting trail of kisses Kaveh is planting along the curve of his neck, his warm breath drawing out a shudder and sending a tingling sensation down south; this sensation is only amplified by the continued presence of Kaveh's knee pressing into that particular area. Neither of his cocks have begun to swell into hardness, but they are twitching with interest at the repeated friction, reminding him that he should probably divest himself of his pants at some point in the immediate future. Arching his neck into the kisses in a silent demand for more, he continues on a breathy exhalation: ]
I never leave my suite without a jabot or similar neckwear.
[ Lifting a hand, he reaches up to tug the loosened collar away from his neck, exposing more of his skin for Kaveh to claim. ]
[ In response to Neuvillette's words— not to mention the silent arch of his neck— Kaveh smiles. ] Good, [ he whispers, and only then does he let his teeth latch into that pale skin, a sharp nip that his tongue soothes over in the next moment. He's not sure why, but the thought of going to the Opera Epiclese again tomorrow, seeing Neuvillette passing judgement from that high throne and knowing all the while of the dark marks lying hidden under his clothing— ngh, it does something to him.
Apparently, a lot of things about the other man have that effect on him.
While Neuvillette works on tugging his collar from his neck, Kaveh's attention mostly remains on marking up the skin; but one hand slips between them, nudging its way between the other man's legs, caressing one of his cocks through the material of his pants while his knee presses against the other.
(A little hurried in his actions, perhaps, but who can blame him?) ]
[ The scrape of teeth along his skin carries a pinprick of pain that makes Neuvillette's shoulders lift for a brief second from the surprise of it—or rather, how good it feels accompanied by the drag of that tongue, hot and wet against his flesh. It's not until this moment that he realizes that a little pain can enhance the sweet pleasure, like how a good wine (or water, in his case) can bring out the sublime qualities of a meal. Kaveh is rewarded with a moan for his efforts, low and breathy.
The swell of lust converging in his groin seemingly triples in intensity the second Kaveh presses his hand to his cock, causing it to stiffen into hardness and begin to grow against the other's palm.
Meanwhile, the shirt's collar is loose enough to expose the majority of his collarbone; had it not been for the buttons keeping it closed, it might've threatened to slip past one of his shoulders. Neuvillette begins to fumble with the topmost buttons when he realizes how warm his hands feel under the leather gloves, giving him pause. Inching his neck away from Kaveh's mouth, he looks him in the eye as he presses two fingers to the other's lips. ]
Take it off for me, Monsieur. [ Although breathy with lust, there's a commanding lilt to his voice. ]
[ The low moan on Neuvillette's tongue sends a shudder of pleasure down Kaveh's spine; it's the blonde's intent to reward it with another teasing bite, but there's a sudden space between them, and then leather-clad fingers press against his lips, lavender eyes meeting his with an expression behind them that makes Kaveh's heart pound against his ribcage. And then come the words, and the older man's commanding tone is enough to make his hand fumble in its movements, a sharp pulse of heat lancing through his veins as he swallows and nods.
(Fuck, he knew Neuvillette would sound good ordering him around—) ]
Y-Yes, sir. [ The word slips from his mouth before he can stop it, a red heat burning his cheeks with desire as his teeth close around the leather of the glove, careful not to nip the other's finger before he tugs at the garment and pulls it free of Neuvillette's hand. There's a moment where the glove hangs between his fingers, his eyes dark with lust as they meet the other man's, and then he lets the leather fall between them.
And he should work to remove the other glove too, but instead he tips his head forward to take those same two fingers into his mouth, tongue brushing and lapping over skin and scales, eyes still fixed on Neuvillette's, hand and knee still working between them to bring his pleasure to the fore. ]
[ Neuvillette doesn't understand why, but something about the combination of being called sir and it being immediately being followed by the other man taking his fingers into his mouth has his arousal reach a broil that stirs something primal in him. Sir is a perfectly normal form of address in the common Teyvatian vernacular, but in this context it becomes something more; it's like seeing someone yield to his draconic authority scratches an itch he didn't even know he had in him.
Similarly, there's nothing inherently pleasurable about feeling that hot, wet tongue lave over the scales—somewhat cool to the touch, smooth and finely textured, and a dark blue that brings to mind the depths of an ocean—that cover his fingers. But the sight of it is amplifying his mental arousal with the sheer eroticism of it. ]
Mhn... Kaveh— [ He says the name on a breath heady with want. The building ache between his legs brought on by the combination of Kaveh's hand and knee has his other cock stirring into an erection as well, the front of his pants visibly tenting outward as both of his organs strain against the material keeping them trapped.
Sliding his fingers out Kaveh's mouth with a wet little plop, his hand lowers down between them to nudge at the knee, signalling him to stop doing that. ]
...I need a moment to divest myself of these pants, Monsieur. [ They are uncomfortably tight and the stimulation, while pleasurable, is not helping. ] And, ah, can you call me that again?
[ Sir, he means, phrased as a question rather than an order because he doesn't know it's appropriate to just.. tell him to do that. ]
[ Kaveh's name on Neuvillette's lips has the blonde moaning around the fingers in his mouth, eyes fluttering briefly closed in response to the shudder of pleasure that runs down his spine, heating his veins with liquid anticipation and desire. For perhaps the first time in their acquaintance, the other man no longer seems so perfectly put together, and the knowledge that he's the one doing that to him is arousing on its own, even without the heat between them.
At the iudex's request, he smiles, and there's something almost cheeky on his lips as he nods, pulls his hand and knee back so as not to overstimulate the other before they can even get started. He's not shy though about the way his eyes lower to the front of the other's pants as he does so, the strain of twin bulges against the fabric making his tongue dart along the bottom of his own lips in anticipation. He can already see himself on his knees, taking one cock into his mouth while his fingers work the other—
He swallows hard. No need to fantasize about it when he can just help the other with his pants...
But Neuvillette keeps speaking, asks one more thing of him, and Kaveh feels himself twitch in pleasure. With a smile, he leans in just enough that his mouth brushes against Neuvillette's ear, and there's a dark sweetness in his words when he speaks, voice low and trembling with want. ]
I'll do anything you want me to. All you have to do is ask... sir.
[ His pulse seems to hasten at those whispered words; he definitely likes the sound of that. Pulling away, he starts by bending down to pick up the glove Kaveh had dropped between them after tugging it off his fingers with his teeth. Removing its twin from his other hand, he sets both gloves and the jabot aside. The next garment to be removed is the white dress shirt, the row of buttons unbuttoned with deft fingers and the entirety of his arms are exposed as he takes off the garment; about halfway down his upper arms, mortal skin transitions to that of scales. They shimmer faintly with an iridescent sheen that seems to be changing colour as the light from the ceiling lamp plays upon them, the deep blue scales looking closer to purple or green depending on the angle.
Settling on the edge of the bed, he begins to peel the spats down and off his legs before slipping his heeled shoes off. He then stands up and begins to unlace the front of his pants—and before long, he's standing before Kaveh wearing nothing but a pair of socks kept in place by garters around his calves, his pants and underwear bundled around his ankles. Like his arms, his legs are covered with scales that reach almost all the wau up to the junction between thigh and pelvis. His dual cocks jut up proudly from a nest of white curls, both fully erect; they're curved with visible ridges on the underside and the base are a dark blue that gradually fades to a lilac, then to a pale lavender at the head. ]
[ Kaveh watches in pleased, awed silence as Neuvillette removes the rest of his clothes. He looks good, and the blonde can't help but move his head from side to side— probably looking quite silly doing so— to see the way the light plays against the scales. He could draw this, he thinks, sketch out the interplay of iridescence under the room's dim lighting—
His attention is pulled quickly from his wandering thoughts though as Neuvillette pushes down his pants and underwear, moving to stand back in front of him; there's an unconscious lick of his lips as he takes in the shape and color of the other man's twin cocks, a sharp twitch in his own pants that has him aching to remove his own pants.
But there's something else he needs to do first, isn't there?
Without a word, but a slow smile on his lips, Kaveh sinks to his knees on the floor in front of Neuvillette, one hand offering itself to each cock, slow and curious strokes to gauge their shape and feel, exploring until he's confident while aiming to pleasure the Iudex at the same time. Fingertips run across each slit, gathering and smearing the precum beading there, and then with a final glance up at the other man, Kaveh drops one hand, moving to replace it with the heat of his mouth instead.
For something that didn't feel that challenging when this started, the stretch is a lot for his lips, Kaveh moaning as he eases himself down against the other, teasing him with his tongue as he takes him in inch by inch. And once he's pressed himself down as far as he can (for now), he pulls back with a soft pop of his lips, pressing a wet kiss to the tip before he switches hand and mouth, repeating the same motion with the other cock. ]
Good? [ he gasps out as he pulls away a second time, eyes seeking Neuvillette's face, voice hinting at something roughened. ]
[ Neuvillette watches with half-lidded eyes as the other man kneels before him, a shaky little breath escaping his lips as his dual cocks are both enveloped in the heat of Kaveh's hands; goodness, how wonderful that feels and the other has barely even started. It's one thing to stroke yourself to the point of sweet, sweet climax and another to have someone else touch you like this; the combination of the visual stimuli and the explorative yet masterful movements along his rigid lengths elevate the sensation to a whole new level—
—and then that sensation is brought to even greater heights as Kaveh replaces one hand with his mouth, arousal soaring like a humid surge of steam as he watches those pretty lips stretch around his girth as he takes him into his mouth, slowly, inch by inch and enveloping the head of his cock in a wonderfully wet heat. The Iudex makes no attempt to stifle the moan that slips out when the blonde drags his tongue along the length, making his toes curl inside his socks, the heat against his sensitive flesh sending goosebumps along his skin.
He almost whines when Kaveh pulls back to switch his hand and mouth, his hand coming down to settle at the top of Kaveh's head, slipping between the soft strands of hair in wordless encouragement. ]
...Yes. Really good. [ He replies after a moment, his brain needing a second to catch up and process that he was asked a question. His nails gently scrape against the blonde's scalp as he meets the other's gaze. ] Please continue, if the shape doesn't cause discomfort or anything of the sort.
[ A delighted shudder passes down Kaveh's spine at the scrape of nails against his scalp, at the look in Neuvillette's eyes; in response to the other's statement, he just shakes his head with a smile. No, there's no discomfort from the shape. If anything— and even now he notes it only as a vague afterthought— perhaps the strangest thing was the temperature, not flushed and hot in the same way Kaveh knows his own cock is now, trapped against his pants, but almost cool, like the air of the room around them. Certainly nothing to put him off. ]
Good.
[ It's all he says before he lowers his mouth over one of the other man's cocks again, taking him deeper this time as his tongue laps languidly at the head; his fingers work over the other, mimicking the movement of his lips, pumping him from base to tip in a smooth, steady rhythm. Soft, muffled moans fall from his mouth in answer to any sounds the Iudex makes, Kaveh's breath rough and ragged around the other's length as he works him further.
This time, he doesn't pull back until Neuvillette is hilted between his lips, a sound in the back of his throat as he fights his gag reflex for a moment or two before his mouth pulls free. Half-lidded eyes search the other man's face for his pleasure as he catches his breath; then, he switches once more, mouth coming down on the other cock as his fingers pick up where it left off.
Meanwhile, his own length strains needily against the front of his pants, a wet stain forming in the fabric, and it's almost absent-minded the way that Kaveh reaches down with his free hand to palm at himself through his clothes, another low moan vibrating around Neuvillette's arousal as his hips arch into his own touch. ]
[ Neuvillette closes his eyes, breath coming out heavier as he feels that sinful mouth sink down on his cock; the suction that soon envelops the entirety of his length is scalding hot, that skillful tongue of his almost maddening and the vibrations brought on by Kaveh moaning so wantonly around him shoot up his spine like a jolt of Electro. And he is so good at multitasking, too, with how his other hand attends to his other erection with masterful strokes—it's nowhere near as intense as being sucked off, but it adds to the pleasure building like waves approaching the shore.
His grip on Kaveh's hair tightens and he opens his eyes once more, pupils now blown into large ovals from the sheer arousal, not wanting to miss out on the sight Kaveh on his knees anymore with his nose touching the patch of pubic hair. It's so captivating it makes his mouth feel simultaneously overstimulated with saliva and bone dry. ]
Mind if I...? [ Rather than finishing the sentence, he draws his hips back and pulls about half of his cock out of the other's mouth before slowly sinking back inside, gauging his body language for signs of discomfort or if he can go ahead and fuck his mouth until he reaches his climax. ]
[ It's hard for him to get a good look at Neuvillette's face when he's pressed in this close, but the harsh sound of the other's breath is a delightful consolation prize. So too is the grip that tightens on his hair, causing Kaveh's eyes to flutter open half-lidded as the Iudex demonstrates what he wants with the slow drawing back and sinking forward of his hips, those beautiful eyes on his face as he asks an unfinished— but oh so promising— question.
With his mouth full, it's hard to answer; he does so then with the slightest incline of his head, eyes sinking shut again as he lifts the hand palming at his own pants to instead find a firm grip on the outside of Neuvillette's thighs, anchoring and steadying himself against what the other wants to do. At the same time, he relaxes his throat as well as he can, takes a breath lest he can't for the next few moments.
His fingers, curled around the pale of the judge's flesh, squeeze in ever so gently: a confirmation that he's ready and okay as much as it is a request for more. ]
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There's no doubt that his eyes gloss over as he absently licks his lips, tasting the sugary sweetness of the meringue once more. But he takes a breath to try and shake himself out of it, to focus on Neuvillette's words and not the things he might do once they get up to Kaveh's hotel room. He smiles, although it's something of a distant expression. ]
Your Archon must be grateful that you take such good care of her.
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[ He's remained at her side for several centuries now, working hard for the sake of her nation and it's no exaggeration to say that she would've run it into the ground ages ago had he not taken up the mantle as her right-hand dragon; she's the mascot character of the country, a ruler lacking the necessary skills to properly lead her nation so that role falls to Neuvillette instead. There is no way she isn't grateful for everything he has done for her and Fontaine.
Their conversation continues for some time as they eat, with Neuvillette learning a few things about Kaveh: the Darshan he graduated from, some recent projects he's been working on and how he's been commissioned for a structural renovation and expansion project in Port Ormos that will begin in a few months, his hobbies, and so on. In return, Neuvillette tells him about the Melusines, his work, among other things. Eventually their meals are paid for, and it's time for the "temporary satisfaction" that is the end goal for this encounter.
However, it won't be as simple as going to Kaveh's room together. Neuvillette doesn't want to risk having the two of them ending up on the front page of tomorrow's edition of the Steambird. Thankfully, he has a trick up his sleeve to avoid unwanted attention. ]
You go on ahead; I'll be there in a few minutes.
[ With that, he stands up and leaves the restaurant to find the nearest restroom. Once he's made sure no one is nearby, he lets his body transform into water. It gathers into a spherical space and darts out of the room, moving swiftly to the third floor where Kaveh's room is located. An intoxicated man who sees him mistakes him for a Seelie but otherwise he manages to stay out of sight and after hovering briefly in front of the door to make sure the number on the bronze plaque is the right one, he squeezes into the space between the bottom of the door and the floor and returns to his humanoid, solid shape once he's on the other side. ]
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When it's time for them to move up to Kaveh's room, Neuvillette sends him ahead by himself— something that makes sense, given what Kaveh now understands about the other— and the architect takes the chance for a moment alone as an opportunity, smoothing out his hair and re-lining his eyes with his favorite kohl, even taking a moment to gloss his lips with a light, tasteless balm.
(Never mind that he'll be a mess soon enough— he wants to look as good as possible by the time the Iudex joins him.)
The alluring effect is somewhat spoiled by the way he yelps, though, jumps practically a whole foot in the air as a small amount of water floods under the door, catching his attention quickly as it shifts and changes into a humanoid man— the very man for whom he is waiting. ]
Archons, [ he gasps, hand pulling up over his mouth to hide the way it's dropped open, trying for a moment to catch the breath he's very suddenly lost. ] I was— wow, I was wondering how you were going to make it up here without being seen... I guess that explains it.
[ And he doesn't even look wet. It's kind of a marvel, Kaveh thinks, staring at him in unabashed wonder. ]
Every time I think you can't possibly get more amazing, you go and outdo yourself again. You're— [ Kaveh bites his lip, takes a step closer ] —wow. Amazing.
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As Kaveh steps toward him, Neuvillette moves closer as well, a gloved hand reaching up to playfully brush along Kaveh's neck, the leather smooth against his bare skin. There's something in his gaze that wasn't there before, a glint of desire sparking across those serpentine eyes. ]
This will be my first time with a human, so I may need some guidance at times. I hope you won't mind.
[ Honestly, it'd be more accurate to say he's a virgin because he hasn't had sex in this lifetime and he only has vague memories of the reproductive activities of his predecessor, who sired many offspring over the years until the First Usurper descended from beyond the heavenly sphere to wage war against his kind. ]
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But he's distracted with almost shameful speed by the spark in the other's eyes, the leather glove smoothing along the skin of his neck— and then again by the Iudex's admission that Kaveh is his first human, a statement that makes his crimson eyes widen even as a delightful heat gathers in his abdomen.
Why, oh why, is that such a turn-on? ]
I don't mind at all. [ His soft voice is edged with a thread of huskiness as he replies, as his own hand lifts, teasing fingers tracing the lines of the other man's mouth. But there's a question, too: it's there in the raise of his brows, in the curious trail of his other hand down over the fine material of Neuvillette's vest. ] But I have to ask— are we really so different?
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His jabot feels more restrictive around his neck than it did mere minutes ago, a tendril of heat stirring in his veins as he moves on to trace his hand along Kaveh's jawline. When those teasing fingers brush over the seam of his lips, he parts them slightly to show one of the inhuman things about him; the front teeth that lightly graze over Kaveh's fingertips lack the flat edge similar to chisels that humans have. Instead, they have pointed tips designed for puncturing and tearing food—though thankfully they aren't quite as sharp as they would be if he had a fully draconic form. ]
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Tell me, [ he murmurs, voice thickening still more with gravel, breath shorter than it should be on his lips over foreplay that has barely started, and the fingers of his free hand fist into Neuvillette's vest, as if to tug him still closer as he leans, mouth barely ghosting over the corner of the other's lips. ] Tell me more about this— about the differences between us.
[ Such a demand may be difficult for the Iudex to meet with any haste, however, because Kaveh's fingers shift to his jaw just in time to be replaced with his mouth, a low sound tripping over his tongue as his mouth captures Neuvillette's, nothing chaste in the way he immediately seeks to lick into the space between the other's lips, the way he answers the coiling pleasure in his abdomen with hunger. ]
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The way Neuvillette kisses back is clumsy, a little slow, but in no way lazy; it's much like an oceanic tide soothing its way towards the land as it almost imperceptibly rises and engulfs everything in its path. He cants his head for a better angle, the forked ends of his tongue flitting over Kaveh's in his eagerness to taste him. He's not sure what to do with his hands at first—so for... most of the first half or so they just hover awkwardly until he eventually settles them on the other's back.
A thin, glistening string of saliva connects their lips for a fraction of a second before breaking as they pull apart. There's a paint dusting of pink on his otherwise pale cheeks and he takes several deep breaths before finally giving him an answer: ]
My limbs are covered with scales, and my reproductive organs... [ He pauses here, not out of shame or embarrassment (nudity and sex is a human taboo), but rather because he wants to choose the right words for his explanation. ] I have two phalluses, rather than the single one present in human anatomy. They are also shaped differently.
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And then comes the answer to his question, and his brows lift under his bangs, eyes widening— and perhaps, a similar coloration finding his own cheeks now. ]
Your— you—
[ Even someone who struggles with emotions at times may well be able to read them as they pass visibly over Kaveh's face like chapters in an Inazuman light novel. Surprise, mixed with mild embarrassment, as the Iudex volunteers such personal information with a calmness and rationality that has his head spinning. Shock, as the words settle in his brain for long enough for him to understand their meaning. Something summarily smug and pleased as the implication sinks in— a pause as it sinks in further— and a hint of nervous anxiety as it settles, even as he slides a leg, as if searching, between both of Neuvillette's. ]
I have so many questions. [ The words are brushed as whispers against the other's lips, and it's true: is he some kind of draconic species, like a vishap? Were the displays earlier— fighting against the Ruin Guard, and turning himself into water— actually his own, rather than those of a Vision wielder?
Can Kaveh even take two cocks at once?
He so wants to know the answer to that last one. But first— ]
Tell me, Monsieur Neuvillette... do you prefer to fuck, or to be fucked?
[ Archons above, please let it be the former. ]
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When a tailor politely asks a customer which way they position their penis, they do so by asking "Which way do you dress, sir?"—and in Neuvillette's case, the answer is both. Though they're on the smaller side while in a flaccid state, Kaveh will definitely feel something on the inside of each leg as his thigh presses into the Iudex's groin. ]
Unless you have any objections, the former. [ His whispered answer comes almost immediately, without him having to think it over. Parting his mouth slightly, he darts the tip of his tongue out to playfully flick over the other's lips. ]
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Now, he has to bite back a small sound of pleasure as his thigh finds a slight prominence on each thigh rather than just the one; although the sound slips out a moment later as that tongue flicks playfully over his lips before he can find the words for which he's searching. ]
No objections. [ His own reply comes in the same whisper, hands bracing on the other's chest for a moment before his fingers start working over the buttons on his vest instead, taking them apart one by one. His knee stays wedged between the other's legs, rubbing up against his crotch, angling first against one leg and then the other. ] Although in the interest of being your guide to the human body, I should probably tell you that you'll need to take your time with me if you're gonna fit both of those in.
[ Despite the words, there's nothing anxious or worried about his tone— rather, it's rich with excitement and arousal, awaiting the promise of what's to come. ]
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Ah... typically, only one is used at a time. [ There's an awkward edge in the way he responds; he thought it went without saying that he'd penetrate his partner with only one, but it looks like he must've given Kaveh the wrong impression. But then he tilts his head, assessing the excitement he had caught in the other's tone, and— ]
...Though unless I'm misunderstanding, you seem rather eager to try taking both. We can start with one and then make an attempt with the other as well.
[ As he speaks, he twists the catch of the pin holding his jabot in place; the fastening gives way, allowing him to remove the jabot from around his neck and expose the pale column of his throat. ]
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I'm hardly about to say no to that, [ he murmurs, watching as Neuvillette removes the jabot from his neck, and Kaveh's own throat works visibly as he swallows. Fuck, has his dry spell really been that long? Or is the other man really just that irresistible— untouchable— that the sight of his damned neck can make him want so desperately? ]
Archons—
[ He lowers his head, pressing a flurry of kisses into the newly-exposed skin, knee continuing to press and rock into his groin as he does; his lips part and his tongue tastes, and only then does he pause. ]
...You don't usually show off your bare throat in public, right?
[ Seeking confirmation, because the man holds an important role— the last thing Kaveh wants is to bring a scandal down on him out of his own selfish desires to see that skin darkened with his own teeth and tongue. ]
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I never leave my suite without a jabot or similar neckwear.
[ Lifting a hand, he reaches up to tug the loosened collar away from his neck, exposing more of his skin for Kaveh to claim. ]
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Apparently, a lot of things about the other man have that effect on him.
While Neuvillette works on tugging his collar from his neck, Kaveh's attention mostly remains on marking up the skin; but one hand slips between them, nudging its way between the other man's legs, caressing one of his cocks through the material of his pants while his knee presses against the other.
(A little hurried in his actions, perhaps, but who can blame him?) ]
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The swell of lust converging in his groin seemingly triples in intensity the second Kaveh presses his hand to his cock, causing it to stiffen into hardness and begin to grow against the other's palm.
Meanwhile, the shirt's collar is loose enough to expose the majority of his collarbone; had it not been for the buttons keeping it closed, it might've threatened to slip past one of his shoulders. Neuvillette begins to fumble with the topmost buttons when he realizes how warm his hands feel under the leather gloves, giving him pause. Inching his neck away from Kaveh's mouth, he looks him in the eye as he presses two fingers to the other's lips. ]
Take it off for me, Monsieur. [ Although breathy with lust, there's a commanding lilt to his voice. ]
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(Fuck, he knew Neuvillette would sound good ordering him around—) ]
Y-Yes, sir. [ The word slips from his mouth before he can stop it, a red heat burning his cheeks with desire as his teeth close around the leather of the glove, careful not to nip the other's finger before he tugs at the garment and pulls it free of Neuvillette's hand. There's a moment where the glove hangs between his fingers, his eyes dark with lust as they meet the other man's, and then he lets the leather fall between them.
And he should work to remove the other glove too, but instead he tips his head forward to take those same two fingers into his mouth, tongue brushing and lapping over skin and scales, eyes still fixed on Neuvillette's, hand and knee still working between them to bring his pleasure to the fore. ]
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Similarly, there's nothing inherently pleasurable about feeling that hot, wet tongue lave over the scales—somewhat cool to the touch, smooth and finely textured, and a dark blue that brings to mind the depths of an ocean—that cover his fingers. But the sight of it is amplifying his mental arousal with the sheer eroticism of it. ]
Mhn... Kaveh— [ He says the name on a breath heady with want. The building ache between his legs brought on by the combination of Kaveh's hand and knee has his other cock stirring into an erection as well, the front of his pants visibly tenting outward as both of his organs strain against the material keeping them trapped.
Sliding his fingers out Kaveh's mouth with a wet little plop, his hand lowers down between them to nudge at the knee, signalling him to stop doing that. ]
...I need a moment to divest myself of these pants, Monsieur. [ They are uncomfortably tight and the stimulation, while pleasurable, is not helping. ] And, ah, can you call me that again?
[ Sir, he means, phrased as a question rather than an order because he doesn't know it's appropriate to just.. tell him to do that. ]
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At the iudex's request, he smiles, and there's something almost cheeky on his lips as he nods, pulls his hand and knee back so as not to overstimulate the other before they can even get started. He's not shy though about the way his eyes lower to the front of the other's pants as he does so, the strain of twin bulges against the fabric making his tongue dart along the bottom of his own lips in anticipation. He can already see himself on his knees, taking one cock into his mouth while his fingers work the other—
He swallows hard. No need to fantasize about it when he can just help the other with his pants...
But Neuvillette keeps speaking, asks one more thing of him, and Kaveh feels himself twitch in pleasure. With a smile, he leans in just enough that his mouth brushes against Neuvillette's ear, and there's a dark sweetness in his words when he speaks, voice low and trembling with want. ]
I'll do anything you want me to. All you have to do is ask... sir.
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Settling on the edge of the bed, he begins to peel the spats down and off his legs before slipping his heeled shoes off. He then stands up and begins to unlace the front of his pants—and before long, he's standing before Kaveh wearing nothing but a pair of socks kept in place by garters around his calves, his pants and underwear bundled around his ankles. Like his arms, his legs are covered with scales that reach almost all the wau up to the junction between thigh and pelvis. His dual cocks jut up proudly from a nest of white curls, both fully erect; they're curved with visible ridges on the underside and the base are a dark blue that gradually fades to a lilac, then to a pale lavender at the head. ]
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His attention is pulled quickly from his wandering thoughts though as Neuvillette pushes down his pants and underwear, moving to stand back in front of him; there's an unconscious lick of his lips as he takes in the shape and color of the other man's twin cocks, a sharp twitch in his own pants that has him aching to remove his own pants.
But there's something else he needs to do first, isn't there?
Without a word, but a slow smile on his lips, Kaveh sinks to his knees on the floor in front of Neuvillette, one hand offering itself to each cock, slow and curious strokes to gauge their shape and feel, exploring until he's confident while aiming to pleasure the Iudex at the same time. Fingertips run across each slit, gathering and smearing the precum beading there, and then with a final glance up at the other man, Kaveh drops one hand, moving to replace it with the heat of his mouth instead.
For something that didn't feel that challenging when this started, the stretch is a lot for his lips, Kaveh moaning as he eases himself down against the other, teasing him with his tongue as he takes him in inch by inch. And once he's pressed himself down as far as he can (for now), he pulls back with a soft pop of his lips, pressing a wet kiss to the tip before he switches hand and mouth, repeating the same motion with the other cock. ]
Good? [ he gasps out as he pulls away a second time, eyes seeking Neuvillette's face, voice hinting at something roughened. ]
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—and then that sensation is brought to even greater heights as Kaveh replaces one hand with his mouth, arousal soaring like a humid surge of steam as he watches those pretty lips stretch around his girth as he takes him into his mouth, slowly, inch by inch and enveloping the head of his cock in a wonderfully wet heat. The Iudex makes no attempt to stifle the moan that slips out when the blonde drags his tongue along the length, making his toes curl inside his socks, the heat against his sensitive flesh sending goosebumps along his skin.
He almost whines when Kaveh pulls back to switch his hand and mouth, his hand coming down to settle at the top of Kaveh's head, slipping between the soft strands of hair in wordless encouragement. ]
...Yes. Really good. [ He replies after a moment, his brain needing a second to catch up and process that he was asked a question. His nails gently scrape against the blonde's scalp as he meets the other's gaze. ] Please continue, if the shape doesn't cause discomfort or anything of the sort.
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Good.
[ It's all he says before he lowers his mouth over one of the other man's cocks again, taking him deeper this time as his tongue laps languidly at the head; his fingers work over the other, mimicking the movement of his lips, pumping him from base to tip in a smooth, steady rhythm. Soft, muffled moans fall from his mouth in answer to any sounds the Iudex makes, Kaveh's breath rough and ragged around the other's length as he works him further.
This time, he doesn't pull back until Neuvillette is hilted between his lips, a sound in the back of his throat as he fights his gag reflex for a moment or two before his mouth pulls free. Half-lidded eyes search the other man's face for his pleasure as he catches his breath; then, he switches once more, mouth coming down on the other cock as his fingers pick up where it left off.
Meanwhile, his own length strains needily against the front of his pants, a wet stain forming in the fabric, and it's almost absent-minded the way that Kaveh reaches down with his free hand to palm at himself through his clothes, another low moan vibrating around Neuvillette's arousal as his hips arch into his own touch. ]
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His grip on Kaveh's hair tightens and he opens his eyes once more, pupils now blown into large ovals from the sheer arousal, not wanting to miss out on the sight Kaveh on his knees anymore with his nose touching the patch of pubic hair. It's so captivating it makes his mouth feel simultaneously overstimulated with saliva and bone dry. ]
Mind if I...? [ Rather than finishing the sentence, he draws his hips back and pulls about half of his cock out of the other's mouth before slowly sinking back inside, gauging his body language for signs of discomfort or if he can go ahead and fuck his mouth until he reaches his climax. ]
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With his mouth full, it's hard to answer; he does so then with the slightest incline of his head, eyes sinking shut again as he lifts the hand palming at his own pants to instead find a firm grip on the outside of Neuvillette's thighs, anchoring and steadying himself against what the other wants to do. At the same time, he relaxes his throat as well as he can, takes a breath lest he can't for the next few moments.
His fingers, curled around the pale of the judge's flesh, squeeze in ever so gently: a confirmation that he's ready and okay as much as it is a request for more. ]
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