☆Sub!Bottom!Neuvillette x Top!Male Reader
☆CW: Dacryphilia (I'm such a whore for tears sorry not sorry), possibly ooc Neuvi cause I love making him as subby as possible, thigh riding, overstimulation, idk what else to tag 🤷🏾
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"Shhh, darling, you've got this." You adjusted your hold on the squirming man in your lap, trying your best (not really) to calm him down before turning back to the desk and continuing your work (not really).
Neuvillette groaned from his perch on your thigh, arms wrapped tightly around your neck as he struggled to keep his desperate grinds to a steady rhythm, chasing what little friction he could get through the thick fabric of his pants. He had already discarded his overcoat and other accessories long ago, only his thin poets shirt remaining
"M-my love, has it not been l-long enough?" He whined out, before leaning down to press desperate kisses on your collarbone as you chuckled to yourself at his behavior. Having the most respected man in Fontaine with a reputation as pristine as the waters surrounding the city whining away in your lap like a depraved brothel maid was giving you quite the high, and you weren't going to let this opportunity go to waste. But not without a bit more teasing.
"I'm sorry my darling, I'm almost done, I promise." You took one of your hands and slid it under his shirt right above his hip, rubbing small circles into the smooth skin causing the man on top of you to sigh at the relief of finally being touched somewhere, finding the strength to quicken his grinding; if only for a few seconds before sagging pathetically in your arms with a high pitched whine.
You chuckle, finally putting your quill down and resting your hands on your lover's waist as you lean back in your desk chair, Neuvillette's tired breath hot on your neck.
You start to drag his hips forward and backward, slowly bouncing your leg in a steady rhythm, smiling to yourself as you feel his heartbeat begin to race from the welcome friction.
Soft pants begin to fill your ears, increasing in both pace and volume as Neuvillette starts to approach his arrival. You reach up and gently pull him back so you can lick sensually up his neck. There's no protest from him as he's already too far gone, elated at finally receiving long deserved attention after your hours of teasing. As you pull him back you get a full view of his pleasure-wrecked face, skin blotchy with tears of pleasure and eyes nearly rolling back in bliss.
This new position and your tongue on his neck fills him with more arousal and almost instantly his lewd noises begin to fill the room, each movement of your leg being punctuated with a breathy moan.
You slide the hand not holding Neuvillette up his shirt, nimble fingers beginning to play with his pert nipples. He jolts with a gasp.
"My-my love," Neuvillette sobs out, raspy voice sounding impossibly erotic, "You- It's-!" He's cut off by a light pinch to his nipple and can hold himself together no longer. He cums in his pants, back arching further in your grasp and accompanied by a loud moan as he slumps backward to fall against your desk, panting heavily.
You don't stop your movements, lifting his shirt and exposing his chest to the cold air of the room. You lean forward and slowly swipe your tongue against his rosy pink nipple while your hand continues to play with the other.
Neuvillette sobs in overstimulation, chest rising and falling quickly as he struggles to collect himself.
You chuckle against his skin.
"Don't worry darling," Your hot breath ghosting across his cool skin, "Just let me take care of you now."
You bring down one hand to free Neuvillette's cock from its confinement -eliciting a sharp gasp- unsurprised to see it already springing back to erection despite having been spent only minutes ago. You release your own that's been at full hardness for a while as you resisted the temptation to ravish your lovely Iudex in favor of teasing not only him but the both of you.
You pressed both cocks together and using Neuvillette's previous spend as lube you slide your hand up and down, groaning softly from the friction of your stroking.
You look up at Neuvillette and find him almost completely gone, whining loudly with eyes rolled back completely, tears of pleasure trailing endlessly down his cheeks. He moans as your hand speeds up and you continue your assault on his chest with your tongue, sucking purple bruises that he's sure to cherish once he regains his senses.
By now you're also almost mad with pleasure and so you stroke the both of you even faster, loud squelching being punctuated by both of your loud moans.
Neuvillette came moments before you did, your combined spend mixing on your hand.
He slumped boneless on your desk, no strength in his body left to hold himself up. You dropped on top of him, your head rising and falling in time with Neuvillette's tired breaths. Your hand-the clean one-traced small shapes into the skin of his waist, waiting patiently for your lover to recover.
A few minutes later the stickiness between you starts to become uncomfortable. "Ready to go clean up darling? Or have you already fallen asleep?"
I'm lieu of a response, you feel arms sluggishly wrap around your shoulders.
You laugh quietly and adjust your hold on the man and maneuver yourself into standing, moving his legs to wrap around your waist, causing him to whine softly.
As you begin to walk you press a kiss to beautiful silver hair, before leaning down to blow out the light.
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