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It was quiet, late, and Wriothesley was deeply asleep. Neuvillette curled around him, but his mate had rolled slightly onto his stomach, the sheet drifting down around the backs of his knees. His thighs were spread, face shoved into the pillow, his nakedness raw and enticing.
Neuvillette watched him, his mate's beautiful body lit by the soft violet glow of his eyes, illuminating his strong muscles and the plump rise of his ass.
Residual slick, Hydro, and cum still shone at the insides of his thighs, and Neuvillette licked his lips, the tip of his forked tongue flicking at his fangs. Mouth open ever so slightly, his nostrils flared as he breathed in Wriothesley's scent of metal and tea and the depths of the sea mingling with his own salty, heady rut scent.
Wriothesley was his. Wriothesley was all his.
His eyes glowed a little brighter. He couldn't sleep anymore, not with this heat coursing through his veins again, making him hunger and ache. His fangs hurt, desperate to sink into flesh, through Wriothesley's neck and shoulders, back and chest and thighs were already marked with dozens of bites and bruises. Still, it wasn't enough. Neuvillette wanted to mark him more, along his hips and his gorgeous ass and his stomach.
He found himself reaching out, gently dragging the tips of his claws down Wriothesley's spine. His mate shifted in his sleep, but only to arch into the touch as Neuvillette continued downward, lingering at the top of his ass before sliding his fingers into the crack, feeling how warm his skin was.
Wriothesley's breath hitched ever so slightly and Neuvillette growled low in his throat, a soft, needy thrum.
Sliding his fingertips over that sensitive skin between his cheeks, he brushed over Wriothesley's open hole, circling the rim with one claw. It was still slick with Hydro and he pushed on it just enough to feel the give, his mouth suddenly dry, his throat tight.
He continued lower, over Wriothesley's perineum to his folds, and there— oh, he was so soft and wet. Wide open and dripping. He wasn't even in heat—Wriothesley didn't have cycles like Neuvillette did—but his mate's body had accommodated him regardless, and Wriothsley had begged beautifully to be used and bred.
He had already laid one clutch in his mate, and he would lay two or three more before his rut was through. Wriothesley would take them all easily, he knew, and lay them again just as well as he had the first clutch.
His mate was empty now, and the ache to fill him coursed in Neuvillette's veins, a bright, burning desire.
He growled softly again, brushing the insides of Wriothesley's thighs, listening to the soft, sleepy whimpers that fell from his lips, though he barely stirred. His breathing remained steady, his poor exhausted mate deeply asleep.
But that didn't mean Neuvillette couldn't have him. Wriothesley had begged to be used at any time, asleep or awake. That Wriothesley trusted him enough to not only sleep so deeply in Neuvillette's presence, but to ask to be taken in his sleep—it made his heart feel so full and his arousal pulse in the pit of his stomach.
He could take him. He could mount Wriothesley, right now. He was in the perfect position for it. He might not even wake up at all.
The very thought made Neuvillette's rhinophores perk and pupils widen, arousal coiling tight in his belly. His cocks had already begun to slip from his vent and they were growing hard quickly, stiffening between his thighs, rubbing deliciously against his own skin and the soft sheets.
Yes. He could mount his mate, right now. He would mount his mate.
Slowly, needy and trembling, Neuvillette pushed himself up on his arms and shifted over Wriothesley's sleeping body. He nudged him a little more fully onto his stomach, taking his hips and drawing them up just enough that he knew he would be able to get inside.
Each breath came heavier as he thought about what he was going to do. Claim Wriothesley, here and now, his mate deeply asleep. It was just so— oh, it made him crave in a very particular way, much different than he did when Wriothesley was awake, moaning and desperate beneath him. This felt like something taboo, even if Wriothesley had allowed it, and it awoke something deep and hungry within him. The desire to take and breed his mate while he was utterly helpless, like Wriothesley was his prey.
Thrumming soft and low, Neuvillette knelt over him, slowly positioning himself. He lowered his cocks over Wriothesley's ass, sliding both tips along the soft crack, smearing precum across his skin. Wriothesley just slept, didn't so much as stir, and Neuvillette let out a quiet moan as the tip of one cock brushed over his mate's rim, then slid lower to his open, wet slit. It was so much like a dragon's vent, he couldn't help himself. Couldn't help his instincts running wild.
Growling a little lower, he held Wriothesley's hip tight in one hand, steadied himself with the other, and pushed inside. First, into that sweet vent, moaning softly as he felt Wriothesley open up around him, felt how soft and wet he was inside. But before he could go too deep, he found Wriothesley's rim with the head of his other cock and pushed into that hole, too. It was not as wet but just as soft, tighter than the other but still open, and both entrances felt as though they were made for him.
Neuvillette threw his head back, groaning softly into the quiet night air, rhinophores extending and glowing blue, adding to the warmth of the light around them. A dimly lit place amidst dark shadows for him and his sleeping mate alone.
It was wonderfully easy to press inside, to press deep, and he grabbed Wriothesley's hips tighter in his hands, blunted claws digging into his skin where it was already bruised from how often and how firmly he'd gripped Wriothesley there throughout the day. He rocked into him in slow, even thrusts, feeling the way his mate clenched around him and his incredible heat.
Wriothesley fit his cocks so perfectly, his body molded to Neuvillette's, and even at that slow pace it was almost too much. He could feel himself reaching his climax, could feel another clutch of eggs in his gut, not quite ready but soon they would be.
With a low moan and a little snarl, he pushed in and shuddered, spilling himself from both cocks inside his mate, and with a gasp, let go of Wriothesley's hips, leaning over his sleeping body, his hair falling down around them in a silvery curtain.
His fangs ached with the need to bite, but biting would surely wake his mate and...
"Neuvillette?" Wriothesley moaned softly, glancing over his shoulder with half-open eyes, his breath hitching as he stared up at Neuvillette with his bared fangs and glowing eyes.
"Wriothesley," Neuvillette gasped, sitting back. "I woke you..."
"Yeah." There was a grin in Wriothesley's voice and such an adorable, sleepy smile on his face that Neuvillette had half a mind to lean over and kiss him until he let out one of those laughs that made his heart sing. "You were fucking me. Of course you woke me."
"How long have you..."
Wriothesley shook his head, one arm shoved under the pillow, completely relaxed. "Not long. Just a few minutes, but I knew you were about to come inside me and I didn't want to disturb you."
"Ah..." Neuvillette exhaled, hanging his head. "I apologize..."
"It's all right. I told you. I like it. It's... really hot, to wake up to you inside me." He started to roll onto his side and Neuvillette almost pulled out, but Wriothesley reached out to take his wrist. "No, don't. Stay inside. I want you in me."
"All right..." Gently, he laid down over his mate and Wriothesley rolled so they were both on their sides with Neuvillette curled around his back, nosing against the nape of his neck.
"Bite me," Wriothesley whispered, and Neuvillette growled softly. The ache in his fangs— yes, yes, he needed to—
With a low purr, he bit down on the slope of Wriothesley's neck as his mate moaned, sinking his fangs in deep, tasting flesh and blood. Arms curling tight around Wriothesley’s chest, he sunk his fingers into those plump tits, dragging him closer, rocking their hips together.
"Oh fuck," Wriothesley whispered, biting his lip and whining, working his hips urgently back against Neuvillette's until he came with a quiet gasp, trembling and twitching in Neuvillette's arms as Neuvillette growled and sunk his fangs in deeper, tasting Wriothesley's sweet blood on his tongue. That blood made him feel things—arousal, heat, love, Wriothesley's desire, Wriothesley's need, Wriothesley's trust, Wriothesley's pleasure.
It drove him to his own peak for the second time, and he moaned softly as he thrust in deep, spilling a little more inside his mate.
"Oh yes," Wriothesley moaned, throwing his head back, fucking himself slowly on both cocks. "Yes, like that, breed me sweetheart, I want you to breed me—"
Neuvillette thrummed louder, tugged his fangs out and gasped, dragging his tongue over the wound instinctively and purring at the taste. So decadent, so indescribably good, he purred and purred, licking more at Wriothesley's neck, tasting every bead of sweat as he kneaded his soft, muscular, hairy chest, dragging his fingers and palms over those perked, pierced nipples.
"Sweetheart—" Wriothesley gasped, twitching in his arms again as another orgasm shuddered through his body. "Oh fuck— yes—"
They rocked together just like that until Wriothesley was panting and sweating, body shoved back against him, and Neuvillette was purring loud enough that Wriothesley moaned from the vibrations traveling through him.
Even when they came down from their shared peak, Neuvillette held him tight, reluctant to let him go. He didn't want his mate out of his arms, not even for a moment. He needed Wriothesley there, right there, around him and against him.
Wriothesley reached back, running fingers gently through his hair, stroking one rhinophore, and Neuvillette purred and sighed, nuzzling the short hairs at the back of his neck, planting kisses against his skin over and over.
"Wriothesley," he whispered, low and reverent. "Wriothesley, Wriothesley, Wriothesley... mine, you're mine, all mine..."
"Yes," Wriothesley whispered back, turning his head enough that he could catch his lips and they kissed soft and sweet, their mouths moving together. "I'm yours, sweetheart. Every part of me belongs to you."
"Wriothesley," Neuvillette hissed, his chest tight, his body too warm, and he squeezed him close, so very close.
"I'm right here," Wriothesley assured him, stroking his hair. "Keep biting me."
Neuvillette did—at the base of his ear, the side of his neck, the slope of his shoulder, his nape, his back, and Wriothesley moaned and shifted and gasped into every touch.
When he was finished and Wriothesley was covered in even more bite marks and bruises and his taste lingered on Neuvillette's lips and tongue, Wriothesley shifted off his cocks, which were retracting into his vent regardless. Neuvillette grumbled about it, but Wriothesley turned around in his arms, pulled Neuvillette on top of him, and dragged him into a deep, adoring kiss, one that Neuvillette could feel down to his very bones.
"I'm going back to sleep," Wriothesley muttered, terribly tired but incredibly fond. With his arms wrapped tight around Neuvillette, he closed his eyes. "But you can wake me up like that any time you want."
Neuvillette thrummed softly at that, his still pupils wide and glowing. He wasn't certain he would be able to sleep, but perhaps he would try. As for waking Wriothesley up again... he smiled at that, and pressed another lingering kiss to his mate's lips, nipping at them gently. "I will take you up on that, I believe."
Wriothesley smiled, satisfied with that, and Neuvillette watched him as he drifted off to sleep before snuggling close, closing his eyes, and at last finding some sleep of his own.