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"Archons!"
It is normal to scream your Gods or Archons when you are overwhelmed by an intense sensation or just a simple plea for help. It is very normal. It isn’t big news anymore that Fontaine people call them with the former Hydro Archons in their mind because who on earth would even want to call for their current Archon? That little child who enjoys nothing but interesting twists of fate left her in awe and excitement. Who would beg for help from that being?
Neuvillette can never get enough of Wriothesley. Looking at the not smooth back, it has long carved with many marks of wounds from the past. There is one of them that comes from that moment where this policeman protects the Chief Justice of Fontaine even when he is reluctant to do so. He lowered his face, closing their distance to kiss and lick the scar. Earning a sweet whimper from the man below. Neuvillette is used to hearing Wriothesley moan and calling for any gods to save him from the overwhelming pleasure of overstimulation.
It is possible that Neuvillette has to go through that Archon's illogical and maniacal tendencies today. Usually, he doesn’t have a burning spark whenever seeing his loved one moaning and calling for the Archons, but for some reason, today–somewhere at the edge of his mind, he wants to make the policeman shut his mouth.
“Archons–! Nngaah!”
Wriothesley’s moans broke in the middle when his significant other brought their hand to cup his chin. Using the fingers to pry open the swollen wet lips from all the drooling, letting the fingers’ in-between be the space for the mouth to breathe air. Wriothesley can’t figure out what Neuvillette wants to do but his silver eyes roll to the back of his head as the shaft inside him digs itself deeper. Sex with Neuvillette is always painfully good.
Sometimes Wriothesley feels there's a power imbalance between Hydro and other elements. Because–what do you mean he can provide lube from his dick using his element? It makes even when he sheathed deep inside didn’t touch the pain nerves at all. It was always a pleasure and blissful sensation.
Just how many times has Wriothesley come already? He might beg for any help from the Gods to help him break away from this chain of overstimulation.
“Archons–”
Wriothesley could’ve sworn he heard something snapped.
Before he could choose any possible options on what he heard, his face was squished and pulled harshly to face to the side, almost facing to the back. When his silver eyes managed to take a look at the other person’s expression, something twitched in him. Neuvillette is–angry? For what? And again, his thoughts were exchanged with a wave of intense pleasure.
“Don’t.”
The policeman wails pathetically, if it weren’t for the consciousness that Sigewinne is still in the same area, just a different room, he would’ve probably let out wails that can manage to awaken everyone in the area. Neuvillette’s thrusts are already hard, and now it becomes harder than before. It’s a long pull until the tip almost breathes fresh air again, to a deep harsh thrust back inside in one breath.
“Call.”
Wriothesley’s toes curl. He should use his hands to help with the leaking voi–oh, it’s too late. Neuvillette already pulled both of his arms to the back with just one hand. If this keeps going, he’s going to see the white screen again. Neuvillette becomes bigger inside, swelling and pumping more blood into his shaft. You can’t keep pushing that spot and pressing the deepest part! The dark-haired man’s legs shake violently, barely keeping himself standing.
“Her!”
Even if he is acting very selfish and out of jealousy, Neuvillette managed to help Wriothesley to hold his voice when his shaft shoots out his milk to the wall, not in a way the policeman hoped for. Don’t most people help cover the other’s voice by covering their mouths and not putting their two fingers inside the wet cave? Well, Neuvillette chose to do the second option.
The jealousy might have gone down inside the Chief Justice of Fontaine’s head since he stops pushing his fingers deeper, borderline almost doing some finger fucking into Wriothesley’s throat. It’s as usual, though. Wriothesley lightly coughs when the fingers are pulled out, and a string of saliva connects the two. Taking much breath that was stolen before.
“Jealous to your Archon… You are not reflecting your status as Chief Justice of Fontaine right now.”
Communication is not the concept they know in their intimate session after that day. They rather talk without any words, showing it in the guise of their expressions. Neuvillette shows it by his actions, though, at least today. Nuzzling against Wriothesley’s neck, erasing the distance between their bodies, he shared some bits of smooches to the skin.
“Don’t call others when I’m the one in you.”
He’s saying that while hugging the policeman with his whole face buried in the shoulder. Seriously, isn’t Wriothesley the one with the dog or wolf aesthetic here? Yet the Chief Justice of Fontaine is the one acting like a huge dog. But he can’t refuse or dislike this side of him. Just as Chief Justice of Fontaine's side–that Wriothesley most of the time, dislikes–is a part of Neuvillette, he can’t nitpick and choose to dislike this one when it’s not dislikeable in the first place.
“Yes, yes….” Wriothesley huffs, moving his hand to hold one of the hands that are still hugging him. He whispers with an almost tired voice, “Sigewinne is going to get back soon. Can you finish it before she gets back?”
Lilac's eyes meet the silver eyes, sharing an intimate gaze before realizing their faces come closer and closer until both lips touch. Sharing their innermost desires into passionate, tongue-sucking, and teasing lip-biting. Neuvillette answers with a nod and tells his significant other to bear with him for a few more minutes. This will end soon.
Skin slapping noises are so lewd. Wriothesley can’t help being conscious because of it. Are they making too much noise? They are in the back alley where no one should come, not even any criminal will try to run away here since the end of the back alley is a dead end.
Wriothesley is already on edge from the Chief Justice’s brutal thrusts before, making him gasping for air to moan how close he is sooner than expected. Secretly wishing for Neuvillette to come to the edge soon too because he is starting to not be able to feel his legs. His wish came true, though. What a rare occasion. Because Neuvillette can still go one round without orgasm while Wriothesley left with shaking legs and an overstimulated body, whining and pleading for the other to cum hurry.
Their name chanting keeps going higher and often, until it comes to an abrupt halt.
Both of them can only see white afterward.
The policeman was the one regaining stable breath first, glancing at how his attached clothes saved him from having to cover the possible deep bite marks Neuvillette could’ve given. This man has some weird habit of biting his mating partner, or he always prefers using “significant other” because, to him, Wriothesley is not just a mating partner–he’s more than that.
The Chief Justice of Fontaine took out his handkerchief, wiping the white sticky milky substance on Wriothesley’s refined buttocks. He is a policeman, after all, he must’ve done a lot of physical training. Bless Neuvillette for remembering to cum outside so they don’t have to waste more time cleaning up. He wished he could let it out inside Wriothesley though…
“I can do it myself.”
“No. You’ve done more than enough. I was the one making my way to you since the start.”
After he was done, he shared another tight embrace, huffing the hot breaths out while nuzzling on Wriothesley’s shoulder, he closed his eyes, hiding the lilac’s orbs that still hides immense lust.
“I can never control myself when it comes to you…”
Wriothesley was sure it was something that Neuvillette wasn't planning. Just something that he slips out without him realizing. So, Wriothesley will pretend he didn’t hear it. They don’t have the comfort to acknowledge that sentence yet. It may not be soon, either, but it is not now. They have too many things to be resolved.
“Mr. Wriothesley?”
A little girl with pastel color all over her clothes and hair comes from sideways. Her face was curious and worried about where the man he was looking for was. The moment her red eyes caught the sight of him, her face turned brighter, coming close to him. She noticed the Chief Justice, hesitated to greet him but the man was ready to leave the area.
“I will see the report tomorrow, Officer Wriothelsey.” He said, not even sharing a direct glance with the silver eyes.
“Of course, Chief Justice.”
And they part ways again. Just like that. As if all of their intimate kisses, touches and body fluids mixing didn’t happen before. Sigewinne looks around, she thinks to herself for a few minutes before deciding to just ask, “Is it just me or something smells fishy here?”
Neuvillette and Wriothesley have never coughed and gagged from their spit that hard in their whole life…