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Neuvillette only likes it when it rains.
Wriothesley’s come to understand all the many idiosyncrasies and complexities of the man he calls his. Namely his love of water. It’s in his nature, a part of what makes him whole. Hydro courses through his veins, fuels his heart, beats with every pump, and rules him.
The entire world spins with hydro and Neuvillette adores it. He likes it on his tongue, on his skin, beneath his clothes. And he likes it better when it’s inside him, when Wriothesley puts it there, fills him up, fucks him on the balcony while it’s pouring rain, drenching Neuvillette, submerging him into its overwhelming presence.
He feels at peace that way. And that’s why it’s the only time he likes receiving – It’s the only time it feels that good. That vulnerability doesn’t reach him, fears and worries. It’s only him, Wriothesley, and the rain. For as long as it lasts. Until the clouds clear and it’s just their bodies, slumped over the railing, panting and wet and exhausted.
The problem is that they’re having a dry spell. It hasn’t rained in weeks. Not organically at least. Wriothesley has caught Neuvillette walking into his own hydro shower a few times, holding his gloveless hand out and touching the self-made rain. But it’s nothing compared to the real thing.
They could get closer, though.
Being underwater, the Fortress of Meropide’s water comes directly from the ocean, and when the showers turn on, they rain and pour like clouds, some of Neuvillette’s favorite hydro sweeping across the floor.
So naturally, Wriothesley brings Neuvillette there when the showers are closed for the night and the inmates are all to be sleeping. Neuvillette hesitates, formulates a good, moral reason against what Wriothesley intends to do…
But then they kiss, the hot water puffing steam into the air… and Neuvillette slips.
He tears his gloves off, feeling Wriothesley’s wet skin beneath his clothes. His hands slide up the small of his back, across the scars, along his spine, settling on his shoulders. Fingers thread through Wriothesley’s hair, messy and rough, the thunder of rain drowning out the sound Wriothesley makes when Neuvillette presses into him, hard cock against his thigh.
“You want this.” Wriothesley breathes, eyelids heavy, “You’ve been waiting for it.”
Neuvillette gasps as Wriothesley palms his ass, cheeks reddening in the way they only do in moments like this, “So have you.” he says, his voice husky and erotic, “To bring me down here just for this…”
Wriothesley undoes the first of Neuvillette’s many buttons, “Yeah. Because I want you. And the rain won’t let me have you.”
Something akin to a chuckle stirs deep in Neuvillette’s chest, “Then have me.” He effortlessly pulls off his many layers, setting them aside on a bench, stepping back and allowing Wriothesley to see him in full.
His chest is broad, unblemished and toned. There are curious tattoo-like marks he explains away as being the marks of the Dragon Sovereign of Water. His muscles are perfection, the kind Wriothesley could strive his whole life to attain and never even manage to catch a taste of. Wriothesley always runs his hands across them, can’t help it, feeling the firm pectorals beneath his calloused hands, running his thumbs over those hard nipples, pinching at them to hear Neuvillette sigh.
It helps that those worship-worthy muscles are accompanied by the most attractive face Wriothesley has ever had the pleasure of holding. He doesn’t smile often around others, but with Wriothesley, he shines the prettiest smiles the eyes could ever see, and it leaves Wriothesley eternally grateful that he’s the one Neuvillette chose.
Wriothesley’s thoughts run quiet as Neuvillette steps closer again, drawing Wriothesley into another kiss. There’s teeth and tongue and firm hands peeling Wriothesley’s clothes away from his body, wet fabric falling to his ankles, both of them shuffling closer to the wall.
Hydro sprays out of the showerheads, Neuvillette’s eyes fluttering closed as he soaks it in, breathes deeply, licks the hydro off Wriothesley’s lips and tongue as it falls.
Wriothesley doesn’t realize how long it’s been until he takes himself in hand, feels just how hard he is, how his body aches to finally feel Neuvillette again. He shudders, dots a kiss against Neuvillette’s lips before whispering, “Turn around”, relieved as Neuvillette complies.
He runs his hand down Neuvillette’s back, pushing the long hair to the front, pausing at his hips as he presses his thumbs into the little dimples above his ass.
It takes everything in him not to push inside already.
They’re moving slower than usual, but it’s because they both know what happens when they touch, how quickly they’ll fill this room with echoey moans, harsh grunts.
Neuvillette leans forward, using the wall to support himself, huffing through the steam. He throws his arm behind himself, fingers sliding down the curve of his ass, between his cheeks, a steady stream of thick hydro dripping from his fingertips. Wriothesley grips his hip with one hand, the other prodding at his entrance, holding his breath as the first finger eases inside.
“Haa–” Neuvillette goes, nails scraping against the wall, “Good.”
Neuvillette's tight around his finger, tighter when he adds a second. Neuvillette doesn't say anything when it goes in, just bites down on his lip, lets his eyes close, water beating against his back.
He looks hot like this, Wriothesley thinks. His hand slides between his own thighs. taking himself in his palm, pushing his fingers in ‘till the third knuckle just to hear Neuvillette moan.
“I missed stretching you open like this.” Wriothesley says under his breath, nearly drowned out by the water.
Neuvillette hears him loud and clear, “Quiet Wriothesley.”
“Why? What will you do to me? You know you want me to fuck you right now just as much as I do.” he taunts.
Neuvillette looks over his shoulder as if he’s going to object, but his icy stare says it all. “Another finger, Wriothesley.” he demands.
Wriothesley shivers, satisfied with the unspoken scolding. “Yes, sir.”
He's obedient, always is for Neuvillette. Does as he told and adds a third, squeezing the head of his cock as Neuvillette hugs snug around him. He wants to feel inside, fill Neuvillette up, fuck him senseless against the wall. He hopes Neuvillette does the same to him when he’s done.
“Wriothesley.” Neuvillette repeats, like he loves saying the name, “If you want it, then ask.”
“I want it.” Wriothesley moans before he’s thought about it. And then, more composed, “Let me fuck you.”
“Ask.”
Wriothesley swallows, “Can I fuck you, Neuvillette?” a pause, “Please?”
“It’s too hot, Wriothesley.”
“What is?”
“The water.”
“I can’t change the temp. Valve’s busted.”
*panting*
“But i can cool you down…”
He loves Neuvillette’s ass. It’s so soft and fun to squeeze and slap and spread as he prepares him. And it looks so good when wet like this, shimmering with rich hydro.
He lets Wrio do as he pleases.
pulses around him, nails digging into Neuvillette's thigh as ropes of cum shoot inside him, intensely enough that he pulls away coughing, eyes watering, wiping the saliva from his chin as Neuvillette just stares down at him, hazy-eyed and flushed.
But Wriothesley knows he’s capable. It’s a conscious choice to hold back for the dignity of his title, and the stubborn part of Wriothesley decides to challenge himself to make the old dragon roar.
