bakerstreet | Morning after

morning after

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme
→ COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE.
→ PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN.
→ PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY.
( keep in mind that sexual scenarios are the basis of this meme! please enter with caution )

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① BREAKFAST IN BED; your partner is up and about -- maybe dressed, maybe not -- and in the kitchen. what are they making you? could it be... grilled cheese?
② HIT ME BABY; they're such a peaceful sleeper. a peaceful, sexy sleeper. actually there's too much of that sleeping happening. why don't you wake the up, world's kindest alarm?
③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED; you wake up to find they're rummaging about for their clothes, about to leave. why the rush, can't you convince them to stay?
④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER; and the evening, maybe even the morning after after... hours have passed but you just can't leave each other! or maybe one of you just won't...
⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL; there's a tiger in the closet, a baby in the bathroom, and a total stranger curled up beside you. who is this person beside you, smelling of tequila and regret? do they know any more about what, or who, went down than you do?
⑥ WET AND WILD; don't feel too lonely waking up by yourself -- the shower's on and the sound of water falling is mighty inviting. why don't you get cleaned up -- or down and dirty all over again?
⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE; sleep? what is this sleep thing you speak of? dawn's breaking and neither of you have gotten a wink, or want one. who's ready for round xxx?
⑧ A BITTER PILL; turns out the reason you scored wasn't your sparkling wit and magnetic confidence. your partner had an ulterior motive -- they already knew it and you're about to. recon? revenge? rebound? tag and find out, if you can handle the truth!
⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE; that sleepy person in your living room had a great night -- with your roommate. well, might as well get to know each other while you're both there, right? ... right?
⑩ WILD CARD; roll more than once and combine scenarios, choose your favorite, or make up your own!

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Although he'd had a concept of how dragons worked and how immortal beings and their stamina was quite Different than that of humans in his mind, Wriothesley found himself surprised, still, at just how hungry Neuvilette, and himself for that matter, was. He managed to keep up well enough-- the passion fueled by years of teasing, joking, testing boundaries finally culminating in what could only be described as 24 hours of pure bliss keeping him going.

Wriothesley was sure his heart should've given out several times during the night, yet somehow the exhaustion hadn't quite set in yet, the desire to continue to claim and be his was all encompassing. The hound's lips brushed carefully across some of the marks he'd left behind at some point during the night, the flushed bruise on Neuvilette's fair skin just looking that much prettier in the afternoon glow.

It was true, though, that they'd spent so much time wrapped up in each other and the bed sheets that they'd barely given thought to how dirty they'd become. A small fond smile warms Wriothesley's expression as he lays onto his back, arm curved behind his head to drink in the Iudex's slender frame peppered with marks from teeth, tongue and fingertips. His chest swelled with pride looking at it before he glanced up to meet his new lover's gaze. Even just thinking about that didn't quite feel real, yet. ]

"Go ahead, I'll make sure the sheets are changed and join you after."

Not to mention that he needed a moment to breathe and gather the strength in his legs, his abs and his thighs burning, though he thanked the Seven somewhat for being in as good of a shape as he was.

Edited 2025-05-05 00:37 (UTC)

Purple-shaded eyes certainly linger on the sprawled Duke's form. In sharp contrast, Neuvillette likes to leave little love marks in the form of vivid black and purple hickeys. He's left his own fair share of marks on his lover in places that no one else will ever be able to see. There are bruises from gripping his thighs, hips, and waist a bit too harshly in the throes of passion and he finds himself aroused by the aftermath. They both look thoroughly ravished. Even Neuvillette's pristinely kept two-tone silver and blue hair is untidy and sticking up in odd places.

"Very well." He leans over the prone form to share a brief kiss before slipping out of the bed. He rolls out of bed smoothly and fluidly, just as one would expect from the hydro-dragon. Ignoring the slick sensation of so much seed left deep within him heeding the call of gravity. One would think they hadn't spent the past twenty-four hours fucking each other to the brink of exhaustion.

"Changing the bed sheets does not guarantee we won't sully them again."

The Duke gets the distinct pleasure of watching the Chief Justice stride confidently through the adjoining bathroom door. His body is a work of art, so very pale that he could be mistaken for a chiseled marble statue. A few minutes later the sound of running water can be heard from the shower as steam starts to build up.

Wriothesley's smile is lazy while he can practically feel the way Neuvilette's eyes roam across his body. Insatiable, indeed. He thinks with a small quirk of his lips, though he's not complaining. There's nothing he wants more than to finally give into the raw attraction between them. The culmination of it all feeling almost too good to be true. A part of him wanted to run away, question everything, practically persuade Neuvilette against even involving himself with him, but... when Neuvilette's mesmerizing lilac gaze found his own and their lips found each other's in a kiss that rivaled the urging rush of a waterfall... all of that seemed to have gone out the window.

Watching him begin to move, Wriothesley's hand rested lightly at the small of the dragon's back, kissing him in a gentle exchange as though they'd been lovers for centuries.

"It doesn't," the Duke agrees lazily, "I was kinda counting on doing it all over again." He admits with a not so subtle look roaming across Neuvilette's body as he moves away, already feeling that hunger for him starting to build once more. His body was perfect, it was partly why he wanted to mark it, make sure those marks left behind were practically imprinted upon him. Wriothesley's own body was torn with scars, muscular, broad and not at all pristine.

Wriothesley grins before getting up to change the sheets as promised, making quick work of it before heading to the bathroom as well. Ateam already filled the room, the sound of running water hitting skin as Neuvilette's white and blue streaked, wet hair comes into view first. He moves up behind him slowly, calloused fingertips brushing against Neuvilette's hips as he brushes his lips along the curve of his shoulder in a soft kiss. "You're a sight for sore eyes," he admits softly against him, already feeling like he'd missed him in just the few moments they'd spent apart. Strange, that.

He's left alone with his thoughts in the shower for a few minutes. Giving him time to ponder his current course of action. He made his decision late last evening to shatter the wall of formality between the two of them. Deciding to give in to the tension that has been building all these long years they've known each other. His only regret thus far is that he did not give in sooner. They could have been doing this a lot longer than the past twenty-four hours if he had.

Once Neuvillette decides on a course of action nothing and no one can dissuade him. Such is the conviction of a dragon's will. For so long, he has felt like an outsider stealing glimpses of humans and their 'emotions'. He has seen many great love stories emerge over his long lifetime as Chief Justice. He never thought he would participate in such things and yet...here they are.

He snaps out of his current train of thought at the sensation of hands coming to rest along the perfect jut of his hips and warm lips pressing against his shoulder. A solid presence behind him that can only be Wriothesley. His expression softens, becoming less rigid and serious. "I was barely out of your sight for five minutes." He admonishes as he turns fluidly on his heel so that they're facing each other. With a flick of his fingers, he redirects the spray of hot water so that it hits both of them, artfully aiming for any lingering sore spots. He does this all with barely a thought as to why. He merely seems to want Wriothesley to be comfortable.

"You wear them well." He says as a hand dips to trail just below the cut of his usual outfit, where a row of hickeys have blossomed.

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