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It was hard for Lyney to step out of his siblings’ sight once he knew them safe again, following the events prior to the near catastrophe in the Fortress of Meropide.
Looking back, he would be the first one to admit that he had utterly and thoroughly freaked out when he thought Lynette missing, and then Freminet too. But especially with his sister… It had brought too many bad memories back to the surface. He hadn’t been in control then, and he’d lost control now during his panic attack, or PTSD attack, or whatever it had been.
He was doing better, but not good enough to feel entirely comfortable yet when he got an invitation to the warden’s office. Lyney hadn’t forgotten how the man, as well as his darling head nurse, had swept his very real fear and panic under the rug when they’d explained their trick to him.
Still, he left his siblings behind in the infirmary and went there on his own. He tried to don the usual carefree mask of the charming magician, but it wasn’t really working. Lyney knew he still looked much too weary when he knocked on the door to the Duke’s office and the man himself opened almost immediately, as if he’d been waiting right behind it for him.
“Mr. Lyney, thank you for agreeing to meet with me so quickly. Do you care for some tea?”, Wriothesley asked him, as hospitable as ever as he led him inside. “Maybe another time.” Even to Lyney’s own ears, his voice came off as evasive.
“Oh, that’s a shame. I already prepared one of the finer ones for your visit”, Wriothesley said. He almost sounded genuinely sorry, but Lyney suspected it was rather because the Duke himself had been looking forward to his drink rather than him declining the offer.
Wriothesley led him to the upper floor after a moment when he remained quiet. Rather than taking him to his office though, he opened a door and led him through to what seemed like a more comfortable living space. Lyney, ever the proper Fatui agent - whether he wanted to be one or not - looked around the space as if in curiosity, but merely tried to take note of any exits or doors or hidden corners. There were no hidden corners in the sparsely finished room, and only two doorways, including the one they'd just come through.
He sat down on the small sectional with a sigh when Wriothesley bade him and watched him buzzle around. Turning up the light a little, going to the small kitchen tucked away in a nook to remove the kettle from the stove, taking off his jacket. Lyney realized after a moment that he looked surprisingly nervous, and he immediately grew suspicious because of it.
“I realized I owe you an apology, Mr. Lyney”, Wriothesley finally said and turned back to him. Lyney merely crossed his arms and raised a questioning brow at him. Wriothesley had the good grace to wince, but it was the only discomfort he showed. “Some of the things I did during the past weeks weren’t exactly… proper, and it ended up with you seriously fearing the safety of your siblings. I put you in a lot of distress, and I want to apologize for that. My motives for my actions don’t excuse the outcome.”
Lyney held himself back from showing his emotions - the anger mixed with confusion and embarrassment and discomfort. Instead he mustered as much of his usual bravado as he could and smiled broadly at the Duke. “Well, thank you, sir. Is that all then?”, he asked and got back up from his seat.
Wriothesley finally took a quick step towards him, but then hesitated, eyes wide. “Actually, I… wanted to talk a bit more, if you don’t mind. I understand if you aren’t comfortable with that though”, he said quietly. Lyney’s smile faltered. “What else could there possibly be to talk about?”
The Duke looked away for a moment and sighed softly. He remained quiet for a moment longer, and then said, “Are you sure about not wanting any tea?”
Lyney let out a huffed laugh and shook his head. What the hell. He had no idea what was going on with the man, but he was sort of curious what all this was about. He nodded after a moment in agreement, and the way Wriothesley’s expression immediately brightened might have even come off as a little cute.
The older man set about readying two cups of tea, humming some off tune to himself. Lyney had sat back down at some point and watched him, only perking up again when Wriothesley strolled over to the sectional and sat down next to him.
"So, what else was so important for you to order me here?", Lyney asked as he carefully blew at his tea, though he still watched the Duke. "It wasn't an order, it was an invitation", Wriothesley corrected, but he smiled at him. "And I'm glad you accepted it. To be quite honest, there was another reason why I kept my eyes on you since you came here." "And what would this reason be?"
Lyney took in the way Wriothesley finally smirked slightly. He looked more at ease as he turned sideways to properly face him, even leaning forward a little. Like this, he couldn't help but notice how the man towered over him. The realization should have made him feel uneasy after the past days, but it didn't.
"I get to hear a lot of gossip down here, surprisingly", Wriothesley finally went on. "And, of course, I heard about the great magician Lyney. I heard about the novelty of your tricks and how fascinating your shows are. I even heard about that controversy you ended up in, and that you nearly got framed for murder. But what everyone failed to mention was just how stunningly pretty you are."
Lyney blinked in surprise, and a moment later burst into brief laughter. He couldn't quite help it. He put his cup down on the small side table, still giggling, and definitely avoided the older man's eyes at least for a few seconds so he could compose himself.
"Are you serious? You brought me here under the pretext of an apology, just to sit down with me when you're done and flirt with me?", he asked incredulously. Wriothesley had the good grace to look serious again. "I am genuinely sorry about that. But working against you doesn't mean that I can't be interested in you. You caught my attention and that's that."
"Oh it can't possibly be that easy for you. It certainly isn't for me", Lyney said with a snort. "Down here, you quickly learn that you have to take your chances when an opportunity presents itself to you", Wriothesley said at last. "I think you're beautiful, and interesting, but… I can't afford to dig much deeper than that. With me being down here 95 percent of the time, it would be unfair to both you and me. So…"
"So, that's a really long way of saying that you really only want to fuck me", Lyney said dryly. Wriothesley promptly smirked at him again. "Do you want me to say that I want to fuck you?"
Lyney laughed again. This whole situation was just too ridiculous. He should get up and leave, head back to his siblings, make sure they were okay.
With that in mind, he did get back up, only to be held back by a gentle hand at his wrist. He looked back at Wriothesley in surprise, only to see the man was already looking intensely at him. "It doesn't have to go that far", he said softly. "I know this came out of nowhere for you. Especially after I hurt you before, and only apologized now. I'm sorry for perhaps overwhelming you with this, but I just had to try before you inevitably left for good."
Lyney hesitated at last, and he honestly was more surprised about that than Wriothesley hitting on him. He observed how those pale eyes remained upon him, how he looked up at him patiently, how gently he held him back at his wrist. He knew that if he pulled just slightly, the older man would let him go immediately.
He slowly let out a long breath and finally turned fully back to face the Duke. “This only goes as far as I want it to?”, he asked at last, despite knowing that he shouldn’t give in. Wriothesley visibly relaxed in front of him. “And no farther, I promise.”
Lyney hummed and took a tentative step closer. The older man automatically spread his legs slightly as he moved between them. His hand moved from his wrist up to his elbow, the other now settled on his waist. Wriothesley pulled him even closer, until Lyney’s shins hit the couch and kept them apart. The Duke’s hands felt big on his smaller frame. He wasn’t sure why his mind decided to focus on this detail out of many.
For all of his confident attitude and his charming and flirtatious personality, Lyney actually didn’t have that much experience. Sure, he’d taken lovers in the past, men and women both. But those encounters were, for one, few and far between, and had also always been brief and limited to a single night. He tried not to let it deter him now as he raised his hands to cup Wriothesley’s cheeks.
Still, the Duke seemed to realize that something was off and grinned up at him. “My, don’t tell me the great magician Lyney gets a little shy when he’s all up close and personal with someone?”, he teased. Lyney rolled his eyes, but his cheeks had turned a faint pink. “Shut up, warden.”
With that he leaned down and finally kissed Wriothesley, giving him no chance to talk back. The older man’s lips were warm and soft against his own. It was nice, a soft, tender kiss, but Lyney felt relieved to realize it was nothing special. It allowed him to relax for the moment, to let his eyes flutter shut. He could leave knowing that indulging Wriothesley had been just that, that Lyney himself hadn’t wanted it besides giving in to his curiosity, because he once more realized that he shouldn’t be doing this.
And then, Wriothesley sighed against his lips and moved back a fraction. “May I?”, he mumbled, close enough for their lips to still brush as he spoke. He didn’t wait for Lyney’s answer. A moment later he felt strong arms wrap around his waist and a gasp left him when the Duke pulled him straight into his lap.
Wriothesley stole another kiss from him before he could react. This time, the gentle press of their lips against each other was gone, replaced by the older man hungrily claiming his mouth. Lyney couldn’t help but moan at the sudden onslaught of sensations. Strong arms holding him so tightly, reverently, Wriothesley’s tongue pressing against his own, tasting faintly of the tea they just drank.
Maybe it was that detail, or the sudden revelation that tongue piercings were really hot that made Lyney able to snap out of his overwhelmed state. Only now he could react, kissing the older man back just as fiercely, his hands moving to his hair, digging his fingers into it as he held on for what felt like dear life.
Forget what he thought about this not being special. Lyney’s heart was racing, his cheeks growing ever darker the longer they made out. He couldn’t help rutting forward against Wriothesley, especially once he felt him growing hard beneath him. In turn, Wriothesley’s hands moved to his ass, groping at the supple flesh and pulling him even closer. Breathy sounds escaped him, which he would definitely feel embarrassed about at a later time, but right now he couldn’t begin to care.
Wriothesley suddenly pulled back, and Lyney immediately tried to chase his lips for more, but the Duke turned his face away from him. His sound of complaint was met with low laughter, but he didn’t let it deter him and instead leaned in to kiss and suck at Wriothesley’s neck.
“You’re burning up, pretty face”, the Duke said, followed by a groan when Lyney suddenly bit him at the crook of his neck. “Don’t tell me a little kissing is making your vision act up? That’s cute.”
Lyney indeed felt way too hot now that he paid attention to it, and that realization was the only reason he didn’t immediately bite Wriothesley again for the teasing. He pulled back, looking at the older man through lidded eyes. “Say it”, he mumbled. “I want you to say it.” Wriothesley had briefly furrowed his brows in confusion, but he started smirking again after a moment of thought. “I really, really want to fuck you, Lyney.” “Good.”
That fast they were back to heatedly making out, but before he noticed what was happening, Wriothesley had already picked him up. He gasped into the kiss, his arms and legs instinctively wrapping around the older man’s body, pressing their crotches closer together with the movement. Lyney quickly realized a thing or two about himself with how fast the blood rushed to his crotch. Apparently, being manhandled was really hot.
He didn’t let this distract him, and only reluctantly broke the kiss when they ended up in Wriothesley’s bedroom and the other man threw him onto his bed. He shivered under the gaze of those silver eyes when the Duke crawled on top of him– At least, that’s what he thought he was going to do, but instead he felt his hands at his shins a moment later, loosening the laces of his boots.
“No shoes in bed I’m afraid, sweetheart”, he said simply as he tugged them off. Lyney started giggling a moment later when he’d gotten over the initial surprise. “You can’t be serious. You got me hard on your bed and this is the first thing you focus on?” “I’ll be focusing on you soon enough”, Wriothesley said and the look he gave him made Lyney suppress another shiver.
The Duke really made sure to follow up on that promise (once both their shoes were off, that is.) And Lyney quickly realized that he’d had no idea that sex could be this much fun.
He wasn’t sure what made Wriothesley different from his previous partners, or maybe sex was just that easy with him. It was Wriothesley insisting that he wanted Lyney fully naked and then blushing and ogling him and staring when Lyney was left in only his tights and garters. It was Lyney teasing him for it and urging him to move on, only to be left whimpering when Wriothesley teased him right back, leaving hickeys and bitemarks all over his legs as he slowly pulled off the tights.
Undressing Wriothesley and discovering just what he had hidden under all those layers was another worthwhile experience. Tattoos, pierced nipples, scars all over his body from hard work and fights both. And Archons above, muscles everywhere.
“This feels like a bad moment to realize how much bigger you are compared to me”, Lyney said with definitely more bravado than he actually felt. Wriothesley chuckled hotly against his chest, where he was currently abusing his poor nipples. He moaned, back arching, when he pinched and nipped at his nipples at the same time. He hasn’t been giving him any kind of break for the past few minutes already, and by this point his neglected dick was weeping precum all across his abdomen.
It didn’t help that he couldn’t escape the pleasure in any kind of way, exactly because of how big and strong Wriothesley was. Lyney wasn’t weak by any means, but the Duke was still able to overwhelm him physically in the best way possible.
“Please, Wriothesley”, he finally whined. “Touch me.” “I am touching you”, he had the nerve to say. Lyney glared down at the older man, who was once again smirking up at him. Lyney wasn’t sure what Wriothesley saw in his expression, because the smirk softened into a smile a moment later. “Hey, it’s fine. I just like it when my partners tell me what you want, yeah?” He reached up and cupped Lyney’s cheek and the gesture was so gentle, he had no idea what to do with it.
“What the hell”, he mumbled, embarrassed, and looked away. “Touch my dick. Or fuck me. I don’t care. Archons.” Wriothesley chuckled over how flustered he’d gotten from that brief vulnerability, but said nothing about it luckily. He finally started kissing his way down his body though and Lyney sighed in relief.
The Duke didn’t waste any time anymore. Without much preamble he pressed a cheeky kiss to the tip of Lyney’s dick and wrapped his lips around it a moment later. Lyney was panting already, especially once Wriothesley looked up and locked eyes with him, and then slowly started sliding down his length.
“Fuck”, Lyney cursed, his hips bucking up when Wriothesley didn’t stop, didn’t take a break, simply slid home all the way. Lyney’s dick hit the back of his throat and Wriothesley’s nose brushed his abdomen and fuck - he made deepthroating him from the get go look so easy, and it already had Lyney weak, moaning and arching his back.
He made to bury his hands in the older man’s hair, to hold on tight and to guide his movements, but as soon as he lifted them, Wriothesley pinned them down. “Fuck, please”, he pressed out, his head falling back into the mattress when Wriothesley slowly slid back off, until only his tip was left in his mouth, and then quickly slid down once more.
The pace the Duke set after that was brutal, and he was going down on him with a passion second to none. Lyney had never had a blowjob like this. It didn’t help that the warden was amazing at this. Knowing when to suck him just right, how to tease him by letting his pierced tongue focus on the slit at his tip. It didn’t faze Wriothesley when he bucked up into his mouth or tried to twist away from the intense pleasure. He just kept going relentlessly, urging him ever forward to his climax.
Under different circumstances he would have felt embarrassed over how quickly his orgasm came over him. There had been no slow build up to it. With how good of a job Wriothesley was doing, it just was suddenly there, a cresting wave that overwhelmed him with how intensely it hit him. He cried out when he came hard, his eyes watering even as he kept them squeezed shut. Wriothesley kept gently sucking him, slow bobs of his head guiding him through his orgasm, dragging it out a little.
All tension left his body at once when Wriothesley pulled off and he let out a soft groan. “Fuck, you’re good at this”, he huffed, tiredly pushing himself up on his elbows. “Glad to be able to impress”, Wriothesley said. He definitely looked smug over having made him come so quickly.
“Well, your turn”, Lyney said quickly instead of giving the Duke a chance to tease him for it. He spread his legs and pulled them all the way back up to his chest - a feast ready for the taking. Except Wriothesley hesitated. He looked down at him, at what he so easily offered. Even his dick gave an appreciative twitch. But he hesitated, didn’t move on him as Lyney had expected.
“What’s wrong?”, he asked, frowning.
“I haven’t prepared you.”
“Then stop ogling and prepare me.”
Wriothesley rolled his eyes at him. “For someone who just came within five minutes of being sucked off, you certainly have a lot of nerve”, he said as he got up and fetched a vial of what must be lube from his nightstand. “You’re the one who initiated all this. Now I just want what was promised to me.”
The older man huffed a fond laugh as he settled back between his legs. Lyney watched how he generously poured lube onto his hand and fingers, briefly stopping to warm it up a little. He moved on when he saw Lyney getting impatient though. He closed his eyes at the first press of a finger against his rim and moaned softly when Wriothesley pushed it in slowly. “You’ve got thick fingers, this is unfair”, Lyney mumbled as he threw his head back and relaxed. Or tried to. Wriothesley was gently pumping his finger into him, getting him used to the stretch. It’s been a while since he was on the receiving end of things, so it took a bit of effort to get used to it again.
“Have you touched yourself here before? Or bottomed?”, Wriothesley asked. Lyney nodded absentmindedly, too focused on the feeling of the second finger pushing into him. “It doesn’t feel like it. You’re so tight, just like a virgin.”
Lyney let out an offended huff and opened his eyes, but before he could complain, he realized Wriothesley almost looked worried, rather than turned on. “Hey, I can take it”, he said, even as he was already panting at the stretch of those two fingers inside of him. He reached out at last, wrapping one hand around Wriothesley’s dick as the other man kept fingering him. The groan he let out when he finally started touching him in turn was reward enough. “Stop thinking so much for a while. Just enjoy this.”
He supposed that he could understand Wriothesley being worried. Lyney should probably be a little more worried as well, or at the very least more protective of his poor ass. Wriothesley was big. Above average in length, and way above average in thickness. Lyney’s thumb and finger didn’t touch as he jerked him off for one, and just like the older man had pointed out already, inexperience made him tight. He was doing his best to relax, but he knew he’d still struggle fitting Wriothesley inside of him. A part of him was looking forward to the sweet pain.
If only Wriothesley could get a move on! He kept fingering him, long enough for him to get hard again, until he was panting and moaning, back arching once more when he found his prostate and started massaging into it. “S-Stop, wait”, he panted desperately, grabbing on to Wriothesley’s wrist with his free hand. “You’re gonna make me cum again before you’ve ever been inside of me. I’m ready, just take me.”
The Duke sighed and gave him an apologetic smile. “Lyney, I can’t. You can’t possibly take me, I’d… I don’t want to hurt you”, he said softly. “Isn’t this enough? We don’t have to go all the way.”
Lyney was stunned, blinking uncomprehendingly up at the older man. “What? Wait, no. You said…” He trailed off and pulled his hands back, turning his head so he wouldn’t have to look at him anymore. Not once had he felt exposed or uncomfortable during this encounter before, but he certainly did now. Now that he'd let his defenses fall and the mask slip for what might be no reason at all.
“You can’t just… We went this far, even though I shouldn’t have. And I… Please, I want to at least try.”
A gentle hand cupped his cheek and made him look back at the same time as Wriothesley’s fingers slipped from his hole. “Hey now, don’t look so sad”, the Duke mumbled, worried once more. “I didn’t want to ruin the mood. I just don’t want to hurt you.” He pressed an apologetic kiss to his lips, and Lyney returned it after a long moment of hesitation. “Are you sure you want to try? I wouldn’t mind not going all the way”, he said after they pulled apart once more.
“I do, please”, Lyney whispered, his arms moving around Wriothesley and pulling him close. “Please, I want you inside. Let me go on top, it will be easier. Just… please.”
Wriothesley swallowed thickly and closed his eyes in defeat for a moment. “You can’t just start begging like that and expect me not to pounce on you”, he mumbled. Lyney shivered helplessly as he imagined the older man letting loose and following up on those words. Maybe another time– Wait, what?
He didn’t allow himself to follow that train of thought and instead pushed Wriothesley over, until he could straddle his lap at long last. He grabbed for the vial of lube and poured a generous amount straight onto the Duke’s dick with slightly shaky hands. Wriothesley hissed at the sudden cold of the liquid, but moaned when Lyney quickly jerked his dick to cover it properly one last time.
He was panting in anticipation when he finally straddled Wriothesley. He raised his hips and reached back to guide his dick to his waiting asshole. He huffed when it wouldn’t fit at first, when he needed a second try and then a third, moaning when the tip finally caught at his rim and managed to push inside. Wriothesley let out a hoarse groan at the same time, his hands moving to Lyney’s thighs, his fingers digging into his flesh. As if he was fighting hard to keep from pulling him down further, or thrusting up into him.
“Fuck– Archons, fuck. You’re so big”, Lyney whimpered as he made himself sink further down. Wriothesley’s length split him open, and Lyney’s walls only spread reluctantly, despite the earlier fingering. Still, he managed. Not in one go, Archons, no. He needed to tentatively lift his hips again a few times, but Wriothesley’s dick slipped further in each time, until Lyney was sitting snug against him.
They were both panting and sweating by the time he was done, bruises already forming on Lyney’s thighs and waist from where Wriothesley had been holding on for dear life. Lyney looked down himself at last, transfixed when he spotted the subtle bulge at his lower abdomen. He moaned when he leaned back slightly and it only showcased the bulge a little more. A moment later Wriothesley’s hand covered the spot, pressing gently against it. They both moaned at the friction it caused, and Lyney’s dick gave an appreciative twitch.
“You feel so good, Lyney”, Wriothesley said quietly again, for about the tenth time now. It was a good thing he looked at least as overwhelmed as Lyney felt. “You did so well. Do you think you can move?”
Lyney nodded, more confidently than he had any right to be. He started slowly rolling his hips, moaning helplessly when Wriothesley’s dick seemed to be hitting places inside of him that he hadn’t known could feel good. He braced himself against Wriothesley’s chest for a semblance of support, but after a minute of just rolling his hips and grinding down against the other man his arms were shaking and weak from the pleasure.
“I’m usually not… so… sensitive”, he pressed out between moans, his eyes squeezed shut as his arms gave in at last and he fell forward. “It’s so good. Please, please, Wriothesley. It feels so good”, he whined. He wasn’t sure what he was even begging for at this point. He just knew that strong arms had tightly wrapped around him, holding him, keeping him safe and - Archons, he’d never slipped into subspace like this before.
Lyney didn’t resist when Wriothesley turned them around, until he was once more on his back and the Duke caging him in. His legs were placed on his shoulders, folding him nearly in half as Wriothesley continued moving now.
Something inside him snapped and let loose. Lyney hadn’t been quiet before. No, absolutely not, but he’d tried to at least hold the loud moans back, to keep it to panting and heavy breathing and the occasional soft whine or moan. The sounds that left him now were loud and unrestrained. He held onto Wriothesley’s arms as the older man started thrusting into him properly, deep, long strokes shoving him nearly across the mattress. For how protective and careful he’d seemed before, he certainly didn’t hold back now that he knew that Lyney could take him.
His legs shook, his back couldn’t arch, couldn’t help him escape the pleasure, and Wriothesley showed no sign of easing up anytime soon. Lyney came as suddenly as the first time then, spurting his seed all across his stomach with a low cry. He truly started crying when Wriothesley kept grinding into him, drawing out his orgasm once more. If he was surprised by his sudden climax, he said nothing of it.
“Fuck, you’re so tight”, he mumbled, when he finally stopped moving, his face buried against Lyney’s neck. Lyney whimpered, his arms tiredly moving around the older man. "Such a good boy, making me feel so good."
“But you didn’t cum?”, he asked weakly.
“Not yet."
“Oh.” A small pause. “I think I’ll die.”
He chuckled tiredly, his head falling back. Wriothesley grinned at him when he finally lifted his head again to look at him. “Poor baby. Never dealt with overstimulation before?” Lyney shook his head after a moment, wincing when Wriothesley shifted slightly inside of him and overwhelming pleasure immediately shot up his spine.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you. You're being so good for me”, Wriothesley cooed. He leaned down to kiss him and Lyney returned it immediately. He willed himself to trust this man, even when he started moving again and he felt like he definitely, 100 percent would die, just like he’d said.
Wriothesley allowed Lyney to rest his legs, but that was the only kind thing he was doing to him right now. Instead he’d wrapped his arms tightly around Lyney’s torso, holding him close and in place as he properly started ramming into him. He was crying again, moaning into the kiss as his hole was abused. Even if Wriothesley mostly didn’t hit his prostate directly, he was thick and Lyney tight enough to always have his dick pressed tightly up against it. It made him see stars, his legs shaking uncontrollably, the kiss unable to contain his sounds any longer.
“P-Please, please , it’s too much- Ah– Wrio, please”, Lyney whined. He was desperately holding on to the Duke, seeking a semblance of security, even if the man himself was putting him through this torturous pleasure.
Lyney was too far gone to notice Wriothesley’s own state. How the older man’s skin was glistening with sweat from the exertion, how vocal he was as well - low moans and groans of pleasure leaving him, tender praise for the boy taking him so nicely - just how fast his own orgasm was approaching from simply watching Lyney’s pleasure stricken face, and listening to his desperate begging.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Fuck , so good, so good for me”, Wriothesley pressed out at last. Lyney barely noticed. After a few more minutes of this, overstimulation had turned him numb and he didn’t even realize what he was babbling anymore at this point. His pleas for mercy had fallen on silent ears after all, and he was too fucked out of his mind to care. At least until Wriothesley suddenly grabbed his hips and angled them upwards.
He cried out once more at the renewed onslaught of sensations when the Duke started rapidly ramming right into his prostate. He screamed, pleaded with him, his nails drawing blood on Wriothesley’s back, but the older man was only seeking his own orgasm now.
Wriothesley came with a drawn out moan, thrusting deep into him and once again right up against his prostate. As his dick twitched violently and spurted his seed deep into him, Lyney whined when he suddenly came again as well, dry this time.
His soft dick didn’t even manage a tired twitch, but it didn’t matter. The dry prostate orgasm was even more powerful than the previous ones, making him tense up desperately, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks as wave after wave of pleasure hit him. It was a good thing Wriothesley didn’t move at all anymore. He was sure that he would have died for real this time otherwise.
Lyney lost all strength at once when he finally came off his high. He dropped his arms and legs, his eyes shut tiredly. The only sign he hadn’t simply passed out was his heaving chest as he tried to catch his breath. Wriothesley didn’t look much better off. He was the first to move again, to prop himself up on his elbows and watch the smaller man worriedly. He hadn’t even noticed how the Duke had slumped on top of him in his post orgasm haze.
“Good job, baby”, he whispered and leaned down to press a kiss to his temple. “You did so well. Calm down a little and then I’m gonna clean you up, hm?”
Lyney let out a weak mumble after a moment, the only sign that he’d heard. Archons, he was tired. Sex had never left him in such a helpless state before. He hadn’t known it could be like this.
After a while, when he’d calmed down a little, he could feel Wriothesley gently wiping over his eyes and cheeks and neck with what must be a tissue, carefully removing all traces of tears. His stomach was next, and when Wriothesley pulled out at last - among more whimpers from Lyney - he cleaned his ass too when the Duke’s seed spilled out.
“Was it too much?”, Wriothesley asked at last. Lyney blinked his eyes open to watch the older man. “Well, I can’t feel my legs and… I think I won’t be able to sit comfortably for the next two days at least, but… I liked it.” His words came out slowly and he definitely needed a moment to form them in the first place, but he was fine. More than fine.
Lyney suddenly let out a giddy laugh. He covered his face with his arms and laughed again after a moment. “What the hell”, he mumbled. He was still too weak to resist when Wriothesley pushed his arms aside, gently pinning them down, and smiled down at him. “I’m glad. I’ve never seen you this relaxed I think”, Wriothesley said softly. Those pale eyes looked surprisingly warm as they gazed down at him, and Lyney couldn’t help it when he got lost in them for a moment.
The moment only ended when Wriothesley leaned down and kissed him. It was so tender, so sweet, just a careful brush of their lips against each other. His heart gave a pathetic throb and he felt as his cheeks grew warm and– Archons above. What was he doing?
Under different circumstances Lyney would’ve gotten up, dressed and fled the scene within minutes. He couldn’t, though. He didn’t even have it in him to hurry Wriothesley on. He quietly let the older man take care of him. Drawing a bath for him, helping clean him up, massaging his weak legs to get some feeling back into them. He dressed him in one of his own shirts so he wouldn’t get cold. He made sure he drank enough and even gave him some snacks so he could gain back some energy. Lyney wasn’t sure if he’d ever felt this taken care of in his whole life.
An hour later they lay curled up against each other on the couch in Wriothesley’s living room, a thick blanket pulled over them both. “I should get back to my siblings”, Lyney mumbled, not for the first time. Wriothesley’s chest rumbled beneath where he’d rested his head on it as he laughed quietly. “Okay, alright”, he said in an indulgent tone. “What will we tell them then? Oh, Miss Lynette, Mr. Freminet, do not worry. Your brother merely stumbled down the stairs of my office after our meeting concluded. He hurt his ankle and can’t walk, that’s why I’m carrying him. Oh, he can’t sit either? Wonder how that happened.”
Lyney shot the older man a dry look and grumbled something into his non-existent beard. “Such crude words, so much attitude in a body this small. It’s kind of cute”, Wriothesley teased him. Lyney just huffed but remained quiet this time.
A minute passed before the Duke spoke up again, a little more softly than before. “Just tell your siblings that you ran into the Traveler. If it’s really easier than saying that you spent the night with me.” Lyney looked up and found Wriothesley staring at the ceiling. There was something vulnerable about his expression and Lyney quickly looked away again before he could feel sorry for it.
“Oh”, he said after a long moment of thinking about it. “You did to me what I tried to do to Aether.”
“And what would that be?”
“Flirting my way back into his good graces.”
He felt Wriothesley’s eyes on him a moment later, and when he glanced up, he found him smiling tentatively. “Well? How did it go?”
Lyney swallowed thickly, the question too loaded for his liking. He shouldn’t have entertained him so far, and yet… Why had he? A part of him knew the answer, but he wasn’t ready yet to truly think about it.
Still, he propped himself up after a moment and leaned in to press a soft kiss to Wriothesley’s lips. “I suppose at least one of us was successful.”