[ 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. ]
[ Neuvillette begins to move, hunching forward a little over the other man as his hand settles on the top of his head; he begins to roll his hips in what starts out in a slow rhythm, the muscles in his thighs jerking spasmodically a few times as a white-hot burst of pleasure cascades through him and makes his toes curl. ]
Nghh— [ A grunt, followed by a sharp intake of air; even the way the Iudex breathes is practically dripping with arousal. He's starting to feel a knot form in the pit of his stomach, building toward climax every time the entirety of his length slides into that wet heat, fingers tightened impossibly firm upon those blonde strands. ]
...If you need me to slow down, tap your fingers against my leg.
[ And as soon as those words have passed his lips, he picks up the pace—in, out, in, out, moans spilling like honey from Neuvillette's lips. The beat of his crystalline heart picks up in intensity, pulsating wildly as though it has every intention of bursting out of his ribcage. It doesn't take long before he feels something tug at his midsection, signalling his impending orgasm. There's a stutter of his hips that breaks up the rhythm before he makes the split second decision to pull out just in time to spill his release over Kaveh's lips and chin in thick strands, his expression contorting with pleasure.
And if Kaveh is paying attention to anything than the ropes of seed Neuvillette is decorating his pretty face with, there are two things of note: the first is that the tip of his cock is glowing a soft lilac just like his eyes did when he dealt with that Ruin Guard. The second is that both phalluses do not climax simultaneously—while the other one is dripping a copious amount of precum in a physiological response to its twin's climax, it's not the same as proper ejaculation. ]
[ Kaveh thinks about making a sound of assent, but his ability to do so is quickly taken when Neuvillette starts to move; instead, he does his best simply to relax his throat as he lets his eyes flutter shut. The Iudex's moans are liquid fire in his veins; his cock aches with his want, but in his need to anchor himself against the other's snapping hips he is forced to leave it straining and aching, untouched and leaking against the front of his black pants.
The stutter of the other's hips is a telltale sign of orgasm, but what Kaveh isn't expecting is the sudden withdrawal, the thick strands of Neuvillette's release spilled over his lips and chin instead; his eyes open and widen, and then widen yet further at the glow, a shudder of pleasure running down his spine. ]
Archons...
[ He takes a few seconds to just look at the other, breath short and rough over his lips and more panted than anything else. Neuvillette's second cock, dripping with precum, still hard and aching with his desire— he finds himself licking his lips absently as his eyes trail to it, a low sound in the back of his throat at the salted heat on his lips. ]
Ah.. Look at you. You're still...
[ Without even finishing his sentence, Kaveh shifts to spear his mouth on the man's other cock, nose flush into the grey curls of hair as he makes a soft, wet noise. He can't move his head quite as quickly as Neuvillette can snap his hips back and forth, but he gives it his best shot, fucking his own mouth down onto the other's cock over and over, even as the spend from the other's first orgasm still wets his face.
His fingers dig firm into the other man's thighs, holding him steady; this time, he wants to drink him down. ]
[ Neuvillette's orgasm subsides to just a single trickle of ejaculate dripping from the head, his cock softening to a half-mast—not entirely flaccid but he'll probably need a minute or two to get it back to full hardness. The pleasant post-orgasm haze begins to settle around his mind... only for it to evaporate when he hears that word from Kaveh's mouth. Archons. He bristles inwardly and outwardly, one of the feelers on his head twitch. He wants to open his mouth and ask Kaveh not to utter the title bestowed upon the usurpers when they're copulating, but his body hasn't quite caught up with his brain yet; his chest is rising and falling at a rapid pace, making it difficult to properly articulate anything.
All he can do his stare down at him, admiring his handiwork as his breath begins to return to normal. Kaveh looks so good with his seed dripping down his chin—and that's the only thought he gets to finish before that sinful mouth descends on his other cock, taking all of it in one go, and Neuvillette falls headlong back into that pleasure. He doesn't move his hips this time, only gripping onto Kaveh's hair like his life depends on it.
His second orgasm comes only a few moments later, his entire body shuddering as his ejaculate spills down the blonde's throat. ]
[ Of course, Kaveh has no idea that Neuvillette would find the idea of the Archons so distasteful, and he would certainly correct himself if he did know, but his attention is otherwise drawn, and at least for the moment, the dragon seems content for it to be drawn in such a way too. The hands in his hair are tight, and Kaveh hums his pleasure, swallowing around the other man to clear his mouth before he pulls back, licking his lips and looking up at him with dazed, contented eyes. ]
I could certainly get used to this. [ It's a mumble, half a joke and half-serious, because Kaveh is very much enjoying the feeling of ejaculate coating his tongue while it still decorates his face— he knows how it must look to the other man, and that only makes the whole thing even better. What comes next though is certainly a tease, almost a taunt, even: ] I only hope I haven't just worn you out.
[ He leans forward, licking one last stripe up that second cock, collecting any stray semen onto his tongue and admiring the way it glows like an empowered Vision. Leaning back again, he lowers his hands to his waist and pulls off his shirt, tossing it lightly aside before finally standing again, a new smile tugging at his lips. ]
[ Neuvillette lets go of Kaveh's hair and grunts quietly when the other drags his tongue over his cock one last time, shuddering a little at the sensation; while not painful, the stimulation is a little much immediately after orgasming. A few seconds pass as Neuvillette waits for his breath to slow down and return to normal before he attempts to speak, his blood to stop pounding. As his cock softens to half-mast, the glow dims and then fades entirely. ]
You haven't, no. I only need a few minutes before I can become erect again. [ He smiles faintly, watching with interest as the shirt comes off. When Kaveh moves to stand, he brings a hand to the side of his face, tracing the shape of his jawline with a scaly finger. He's got such a pretty face that's even prettier with his seed on it, and those lashes catch the light in the most arousing way possible—while Neuvillette would never intentionally aim for the eyes, part of him rather enjoys the mental image of droplets of semen ending up clustered in those lashes. ]
Until then, I believe it's my turn to touch you, Monsieur.
[ He purrs, leaning in to flick the forked ends of his tongue over Kaveh's cheek, catching a droplet of semen. ]
...But before that, do you want to clean this up?
[ It's lovely to look that, but it might not be pleasant to leave it to dry on his face? ]
[ A few minutes? Oh, Kaveh is going to have the best kind of fun with this gentleman. A slow smile curves his lips, his tongue tracing over them in the next moment to catch anything he's missed, his eyes staying on Neuvillette's face the entire time— although closing for a moment when that forked tongue flicks against his cheek.
Mm, he probably should clean his face up.
The idea of stepping away to wipe himself down isn't appealing, though, and so Kaveh smiles, eyes crinkling as he nods, and then lifts a finger to his cheek, wiping away one streak of the dragon's seed at a time before bringing the same finger to his lips, making a show of dragging it along his tongue and his lower lip before licking it clean.
He smiles slowly. ]
Do you like what you see, Chief Justice?
[ Another streak, eyes on Neuvillette's face the whole time. Another, until his face is mostly cleared off— only then does he reach for a tissue from the nearby table to finish cleaning himself. His eyes are bright and curious as he watches the other man, wanting to see his reaction to the little show he just put on. ]
[ He's about to lick him a second time, but stops mid-movement to simply watch the blond raise a finger to his cheek and drag it through the seed clinging to his skin before bringing it to his tongue; the Iudex tilts his head slightly to the side, a slight crease briefly forming between his brows before it occurs to him that this is meant to be a show. A rather obscene show, not at all like the performances that play out upon the grand stage of the opera house. But he drinks in the sight like it's some kind of divine ambrosia, almost forgetting to blink because he does not wish to miss even a microsecond of it.
It takes a second or two before his brain catches up with what's being said because he just can't stop staring. ]
...Yes. That was quite a titillating sight to behold, Monsieur Kaveh.
[ It's spoken with desire permeating every syllable, practically radiating from his entire being. ]
I wish to touch you and explore your body. And if you are amenable to it, take you into my mouth as you did to me a moment ago.
[ But he understands if Kaveh has reservations about his mouth going anywhere his cock; he won't bite, but those sharp teeth of his may nick his skin. ]
[ There's nothing quite as enjoyable as being able to watch the expression on Neuvillette's face change from something almost confused into something hungry, a sharp desire in his eyes that burns through Kaveh's veins like the finest of wines. He smiles, and with the tissue crushed in the palm of his hand, leans forward to press a teasing kiss to the corner of the Iudex's mouth as he talks—
and where the dragon asks, the blonde finds himself nodding even before the statement is finished, hips shifting to press Neuvillette's thigh so he can feel just how much he fucking needs. ]
I'm definitely amenable, [ he whispers. He has no reason to fear the other's teeth; he trusts him to take the care he needs. ] Although I'll warn you that I don't have quite the same stamina as you— once I'm spent, I'll need a little time to warm up again.
[ Not that he's anywhere near opposed to Neuvillette continuing to enjoy him to the point over overstimulation— ]
I do not mind at all, Monsieur. [ A tiny smile tugs at the corners of his lips and he breathes out a light airy chuckle. ] It isn't as though either of us are in a hurry.
[ The night is still young, leaving Neuvillette with ample time to explore the other's body to satisfaction. It feels as though something ancient and feral has been roused within him, stirring a desire to find out how Kaveh looks at the height of pleasure. What sounds he'll make as he's brought over the edge.
As the other presses up against him and making it evident just how badly he wants him, Neuvillette experimentally slides a hand up against his chest, fingertips trailing along a pectoral. He pinches a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it with various degrees of pressure before letting go; his hand travels south across his stomach, stopping at the waistband of Kaveh's pants. ]
I think you ought to remove these before we continue.
[ The other's smile makes Kaveh smile too, and the chuckle is answered in kind, even as he's forced to bite back a soft moan as he presses his hips into the other, as pale fingers roll deftly over his nipple, teasing and testing. The truth is that he's very vocal, but also shy enough about the fact that even now, he hesitates, tries in vain to conceal it in some small way.
Not that it really works, not with the way his hips arch toward where Neuvillette's hand stops at the waistband of his pants, with the whimper on his lips so evident despite himself.
He flushes a pretty pink, and nods, another breathless chuckle on his lips. ]
Mm, of course.
[ And so his hands move to his waistband; undoing, pushing, until the fabric slip off his hips, baring his flushed, leaking cock to the dragon's eyes. ]
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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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Nghh— [ A grunt, followed by a sharp intake of air; even the way the Iudex breathes is practically dripping with arousal. He's starting to feel a knot form in the pit of his stomach, building toward climax every time the entirety of his length slides into that wet heat, fingers tightened impossibly firm upon those blonde strands. ]
...If you need me to slow down, tap your fingers against my leg.
[ And as soon as those words have passed his lips, he picks up the pace—in, out, in, out, moans spilling like honey from Neuvillette's lips. The beat of his crystalline heart picks up in intensity, pulsating wildly as though it has every intention of bursting out of his ribcage. It doesn't take long before he feels something tug at his midsection, signalling his impending orgasm. There's a stutter of his hips that breaks up the rhythm before he makes the split second decision to pull out just in time to spill his release over Kaveh's lips and chin in thick strands, his expression contorting with pleasure.
And if Kaveh is paying attention to anything than the ropes of seed Neuvillette is decorating his pretty face with, there are two things of note: the first is that the tip of his cock is glowing a soft lilac just like his eyes did when he dealt with that Ruin Guard. The second is that both phalluses do not climax simultaneously—while the other one is dripping a copious amount of precum in a physiological response to its twin's climax, it's not the same as proper ejaculation. ]
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The stutter of the other's hips is a telltale sign of orgasm, but what Kaveh isn't expecting is the sudden withdrawal, the thick strands of Neuvillette's release spilled over his lips and chin instead; his eyes open and widen, and then widen yet further at the glow, a shudder of pleasure running down his spine. ]
Archons...
[ He takes a few seconds to just look at the other, breath short and rough over his lips and more panted than anything else. Neuvillette's second cock, dripping with precum, still hard and aching with his desire— he finds himself licking his lips absently as his eyes trail to it, a low sound in the back of his throat at the salted heat on his lips. ]
Ah.. Look at you. You're still...
[ Without even finishing his sentence, Kaveh shifts to spear his mouth on the man's other cock, nose flush into the grey curls of hair as he makes a soft, wet noise. He can't move his head quite as quickly as Neuvillette can snap his hips back and forth, but he gives it his best shot, fucking his own mouth down onto the other's cock over and over, even as the spend from the other's first orgasm still wets his face.
His fingers dig firm into the other man's thighs, holding him steady; this time, he wants to drink him down. ]
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All he can do his stare down at him, admiring his handiwork as his breath begins to return to normal. Kaveh looks so good with his seed dripping down his chin—and that's the only thought he gets to finish before that sinful mouth descends on his other cock, taking all of it in one go, and Neuvillette falls headlong back into that pleasure. He doesn't move his hips this time, only gripping onto Kaveh's hair like his life depends on it.
His second orgasm comes only a few moments later, his entire body shuddering as his ejaculate spills down the blonde's throat. ]
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I could certainly get used to this. [ It's a mumble, half a joke and half-serious, because Kaveh is very much enjoying the feeling of ejaculate coating his tongue while it still decorates his face— he knows how it must look to the other man, and that only makes the whole thing even better. What comes next though is certainly a tease, almost a taunt, even: ] I only hope I haven't just worn you out.
[ He leans forward, licking one last stripe up that second cock, collecting any stray semen onto his tongue and admiring the way it glows like an empowered Vision. Leaning back again, he lowers his hands to his waist and pulls off his shirt, tossing it lightly aside before finally standing again, a new smile tugging at his lips. ]
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You haven't, no. I only need a few minutes before I can become erect again. [ He smiles faintly, watching with interest as the shirt comes off. When Kaveh moves to stand, he brings a hand to the side of his face, tracing the shape of his jawline with a scaly finger. He's got such a pretty face that's even prettier with his seed on it, and those lashes catch the light in the most arousing way possible—while Neuvillette would never intentionally aim for the eyes, part of him rather enjoys the mental image of droplets of semen ending up clustered in those lashes. ]
Until then, I believe it's my turn to touch you, Monsieur.
[ He purrs, leaning in to flick the forked ends of his tongue over Kaveh's cheek, catching a droplet of semen. ]
...But before that, do you want to clean this up?
[ It's lovely to look that, but it might not be pleasant to leave it to dry on his face? ]
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Mm, he probably should clean his face up.
The idea of stepping away to wipe himself down isn't appealing, though, and so Kaveh smiles, eyes crinkling as he nods, and then lifts a finger to his cheek, wiping away one streak of the dragon's seed at a time before bringing the same finger to his lips, making a show of dragging it along his tongue and his lower lip before licking it clean.
He smiles slowly. ]
Do you like what you see, Chief Justice?
[ Another streak, eyes on Neuvillette's face the whole time. Another, until his face is mostly cleared off— only then does he reach for a tissue from the nearby table to finish cleaning himself. His eyes are bright and curious as he watches the other man, wanting to see his reaction to the little show he just put on. ]
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It takes a second or two before his brain catches up with what's being said because he just can't stop staring. ]
...Yes. That was quite a titillating sight to behold, Monsieur Kaveh.
[ It's spoken with desire permeating every syllable, practically radiating from his entire being. ]
I wish to touch you and explore your body. And if you are amenable to it, take you into my mouth as you did to me a moment ago.
[ But he understands if Kaveh has reservations about his mouth going anywhere his cock; he won't bite, but those sharp teeth of his may nick his skin. ]
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and where the dragon asks, the blonde finds himself nodding even before the statement is finished, hips shifting to press Neuvillette's thigh so he can feel just how much he fucking needs. ]
I'm definitely amenable, [ he whispers. He has no reason to fear the other's teeth; he trusts him to take the care he needs. ] Although I'll warn you that I don't have quite the same stamina as you— once I'm spent, I'll need a little time to warm up again.
[ Not that he's anywhere near opposed to Neuvillette continuing to enjoy him to the point over overstimulation— ]
So as long you don't mind that...
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[ The night is still young, leaving Neuvillette with ample time to explore the other's body to satisfaction. It feels as though something ancient and feral has been roused within him, stirring a desire to find out how Kaveh looks at the height of pleasure. What sounds he'll make as he's brought over the edge.
As the other presses up against him and making it evident just how badly he wants him, Neuvillette experimentally slides a hand up against his chest, fingertips trailing along a pectoral. He pinches a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it with various degrees of pressure before letting go; his hand travels south across his stomach, stopping at the waistband of Kaveh's pants. ]
I think you ought to remove these before we continue.
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Not that it really works, not with the way his hips arch toward where Neuvillette's hand stops at the waistband of his pants, with the whimper on his lips so evident despite himself.
He flushes a pretty pink, and nods, another breathless chuckle on his lips. ]
Mm, of course.
[ And so his hands move to his waistband; undoing, pushing, until the fabric slip off his hips, baring his flushed, leaking cock to the dragon's eyes. ]