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Wriothesley opened the door with a big sigh, worn down to the bone thanks to some newbies trying to unsettle the status quo. Yes, he was used to new inmates trying to stage a coup d’état as soon as they arrived in the underworld, but he wistfully wished that just once they would get to work quietly without kicking up a fuss.
However, he had never been a lucky person.
Obviously, all of this happened after a busy morning spent doing paperwork and being scolded by Sigewinne for “not keeping up with a healthy dietary regime” and “maiming the inmates too rashly.”
"I must have been more pent up than usual," he tonight as he realized he could have handled the novice prisoners a bit more gently, but the sooner they learned, the better. He just wanted to go home anyway.
The Duke let the gym bag fall to the ground with a resounding thump and crouched to untie his shoes.
The shoe rack was a mess as usual.
Neuvillette was alarmingly tidy: he had way too many pairs of the same exact boots lined up on the highest rack, all perfectly shiny and clean. Wriothesley never saw the man scrub the boots once! And they had been living together for five years now.
He tried to suggest to the dragon some less formal shoes, to vary at least a bit his fashion taste, and the end result was Wriothesley with a new pair of semi-formal moccasins that were a little too tight around his toes.
Childe also had way too many pairs of shoes; however, he did not care for them one bit, and they all contrasted with one another in styles and colors.
He also couldn’t be bothered to put them on the shoe rack in the fashionably neat order Neuvillette had, but Wriothesley was the same, so he couldn't judge the Harbinger?
As soon as the Cryo user entered the kitchen, he saw Neuvillette sitting gracefully at the dining table, still working on a case.
“Evening, Neuvillette,” he said, placing a kiss on his lover’s head.
“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette greeted him, startled. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you coming in. I was reading some old cases,” he continued as he took off his glasses to kiss Wriothesley on the lips.
The younger one moaned as a pleased sound escaped his mouth. One kiss from his dearest and he was on cloud nine, forgetting the strenuous day he had at The Fortress.
“Have you eaten already?” Wriothesley asked, walking to the fridge.
“Damn, whose turn was it to go grocery shopping? Ah right… Ajax’s,” Wriothesley thought, looking at the almost empty fridge.
“Mhm, I ate with the Melusines at the restaurant they opened some time ago near Court. Otherwise, I would have starved at home,” Neuvillette responded.
“Well, at least there’s leftover lasagna,” Wriothesley joked as he took out the Tupperware. “Anyway, do you happen to know where Childe is?”
“Underneath the table,” Neuvillette answered, his hand reaching under it to caress Childe’s left cheek without taking his eyes off the documents. “He fell asleep some minutes ago.”
“Poor thing must be tired after warming your cock for hours,” Wriothesley replied sarcastically as he took out a plate to put the leftover lasagna in and heat it up in the microwave.
Neuvillette shot him a stern look.
“Play nice, Your Grace,” said the dragon while caressing Childe’s hair. “You know he just came back from his month-long mission.”
The microwave pinged repeatedly in the background.
“I know, I was here all the while you moaned on and on about how you missed him,” he responded jokingly.
“I wasn’t moaning,” Neuvillette sighed. “Many things reminded me of him, and I wanted to share them with you.” He looked at Wriosthley with a serious expression and continued, “But I won’t do it anymore if you’ve come to dislike it.”
“I’m joking,” he cleaned his mouth with a napkin to kiss Neuvillette on the cheek. “I cherish each and every word you decide to share with me.”
Neuvillette smiled at him, a light blush adorning his face.
“Saps,” a rough voice came from underneath the table. Childe was looking up at them, one cheek pressed against Neuvillette’s thigh and the other squashed against the dick he was cockwarming.
“You want some water?” Neuvillette asked him, making him sip some water from his glass without waiting for an answer.
“Look who woke up!” His Grace said, walking to the sink to wash his plates. “Finish whatever you’re doing with him while I clean the dishes and put my workout clothes in the washer. I wanna welcome him too.”
He sniffed at himself. “God, I smell awful. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Didn’t wanna be rude.” Neuvillette responded.
Wriothesley sighed. “You wanna shower with me after Childe?”
“He gave a thumbs-up.” The hydro user informed him.
Wriothesley hummed.
“Let’s be brief, I still have work to do.” Neuvillette told him as the chair screeched against the pavement, making Ajax lose his balance and stumble to the floor hands first. Neuvillette opened his legs further, an invitation to Ajax to come sit between his feet once again. The dragon eyed the harbinger hungrily as he crawled on all fours toward him.
Once he was close enough, Childe nuzzled his cheek against the dick coated in saliva and looked up dreamily at his partner with sleepy eyes. Spit and pre-cum made his lips shine as he trailed kisses up and down the shaft and Neuvillette’s fingers found themselves in Ajax’s hair, massaging his scalp gently.
That was his signal to get it on quicker.
Without wasting any seconds, Ajax’s hands went to open his own trousers to take out his cock. Why the fuck did he have so many buttons? Had they always been there? Finally his dick sprang free from its confinement, slapping against Childe’s belly with a resounding smack.
However, his pleasure lasted a mere 30 seconds. After seeing what was happening beneath him, Neuvillette kicked Ajax in the crotch getting a yelp from the younger who took hold of the guilty leg and looked at Neuvillette with teary eyes.
“Who gave you permission to touch yourself?” he asked as the clothed foot pressed more forcefully against Ajax's dick.
Childe whimpered, unable to form a coherent thought. Not hearing a response, the palm of a hand made contact with his cheek with such force that his head turned the other way.
“Can’t even follow such a simple command anymore?” He wondered out loud, disappointment laced in his voice.
“Let’s see if you can still do this at least.” He said as hands tugged at his hair and a forceful push made Childe swallow the cock till its base in one smooth movement.
After some seconds to let the younger man adjust himself, Neuvillette started bobbing his head up and down the dick without a care for the mess they were making as saliva and tears dropped on the chair and Neuvillette’s pants.
Tears fogged up the harbinger vision, making him unable to see the pleased smile on the dragon's face. His nose met Neuvillette's pubes each time he was pushed throat deep on the dick. Breathing in his scent made him feel lightheaded, or maybe it was the lack of oxygen.
He missed the feeling of being choked on a dick, completely pliant at the hand of his partners. He looked up with eyes full of reverence and adoration for the man who was treating him like a fleshlight.
Neuvillette had almost forgotten how big of a freak Ajax was.
With ears covers by the palm of Neuvillette’s hands and his head surrounded by lean muscular thighs, he could only hear the drumming of his heart and feel the dick pulsing inside his throat, making Neuvillette his center of gravitation, his sole focus.
The hands on his head pulled his hair back with a brutal movement until the tip of his dick was resting on his tongue. Pre-cum gashed on Childe’s tongue as the younger licked the tip lovingly, not breaking eye contact with the dragon even when his tears started clouding his vision. Neuvillette dried them with his thumbs, resting the rest of his hand on his cheek and behind his head.
Big bright red eyes stared at him, begging to gag on the cock once more.
“You look so lovely crying on my dick.” He said caressing his checks one last time before fucking his face at a vicious pace once more.
Neuvillette’s balls slapped harshly against his chin with each slap, covering Childe's chin in drool and pre-cum. They both liked it messy after all. The sound of skin slapping against skin was deafening in the silence of the kitchen, only broken by Neuvillette’s slightly altered breathing and Childe’s moan muffled by the dick in his mouth.
The dick reached so far down his throat, it blocked off all the airflows. His head was getting dizzier as the second passed, making his eyes unfocus.
“Now, now, let's not pass out before I come.” Neuvillette said not letting Ajax’s head free from his clutches. Long blue nails scratched his skull, pressing deeper into his hair and leaving incisions no one would see. Whenever the dragon was tired or too excited, some of his more draconian features came out without noticing. Tartaglia was a sucker for pain and a monsterfucker at his core so he didn't mind one bit.
After some seconds Childe began to get anxious: he couldn’t breathe anymore.
It seemed as his nose was constantly squashed against the dragon stomach and could only smell in the pubes at the base of his dick. He grabbed Neuvillette’s tights as a drowning man would with a life buoy, and started slapping desperately.
“Can’t breathe, that’s too bad.” He commented sarcastically, stopping to stand up from his chair and take his dick out of Ajax’s mouth.
“Open wide,” The older man ordered as he raised Ajax’s chin upwards. “And take a big breath.”
As soon as he said the last word, Neuvillette pushed his cock head deeper than ever in his throat.
“Tighten up your throat more.” Neuvillette ordered.
The older often forgot that his freaky dragon’s features were not something that he
possessed, so his throat kept spasming with every rough trust, unable to follow the command or do much else.
The guttural sounds he made from having his airways clogged sounded like he was going to vomit up all his dinner in a second.
“Don’t throw up, I haven’t come yet.” He commanded, but the noises continued.
“You can’t even do what you’re ordered, guess being away for a month made you forget all your training.” He sighed, “I’m going to help, but just this once.”
The so-called “help” was closing his nose with his fingers so his whole body would convulse by asphyxiation.
"Perfect." Neuvillette moaned.
God, Ajax was going to come untouched.
His rhythm became messier and with one last thrust he came straight down Ajax’s stomach.
“Swallow it all, you know what happens to disobedient boys.” Neuvilette threatened in a sweet voice while caressing Childe’s head.
Ajax swallowed a few times before opening his mouth to let Neuvillette see his empty mouth.
“Good boy, now lick it clean.” The dragon said as Ajax began licking and trailing kisses on the dick.
“That’s enough, dear.” Neuvillette whispered and raised Ajax up from the floor to sit him on his lap. He stroked ginger hair with gentle hands and kissed freckled cheeks with soft lips.
Ajax hummed content from his position, combing tenderly white and blue hairs.
“I’m gone for five minutes and you already did a number on him.” Wriosthley said walking back in the kitchen.
“Apologies, it seems our liver forgot all his training while abroad.” Neuvillette told him, keeping Childe close to him on his lap.
A rough hand was placed gently on the younger’s cheek and Child nuzzled into it, humming pleasantly at its coldness.
“Do you still want to shower with me?” Wriothesley asked him.
Childe turned towards the dragon. “Was the bj really that bad before?” He asked in a small voice.
“No, love. You were perfect as usual.” Neuvillette confessed and moved the hair on his forehead back to give him a light kiss on Ajax's temple. “I merely found it pleasurable seeing tears striking down your lovely face.”
Red made his way up Ajax’s face and eyes twinkled with timidity.
“Oh, don’t act shy,” Wriothesley scolded him, “You love seeing him cry too, you’re as much a pervert as he is.”
“Yeah, and you’re a saint in a land of freaks.” Ajax scoffed.
Neuvillette chuckled while Childe stood up and stretched his aching limbs. Childe slapped Wriothesley on the butt while walking towards the bathroom.
“Let’s go his highness," he gallantly bowed.
“It’s “your grace”, thank you very much,” Wriothesley replied offended with his right hand on his heart.
“Just follow him, you stink.” Neuvillette muttered as he wrote down something on the papers.
“Wow, uncalled for.” Wriothesley yelled from the corridor.
As they got naked, neither could take their hands off the other. The older licked the inside of Ajax's mouth, chasing the taste of their other lover. Ajax moaned back with enthusiasm, groping at Wriothesley's tits and pinching his nipples each time the Duke tried to break their kiss and get some air.
After some more heavy petting, Wriothesley took charge and got in the shower.
“Get in here.” Wriothesley ordered lifting his arms and putting his hands behind his head. The other man gulped, Neuvillette was right: Wriothesley stank. Ajax frowned in disgust after getting a whiff of the abhorrent stench coming out of Wriothesley’s armpits. The older man laughed at him, “Come on, get cleaning.”
Tartaglia wasn’t the biggest fan of tongue baths, but he wanted to indulge his boyfriend this time, especially after being apart for so long. Plus, the Cryo user spoiled him endlessly, always doing whatever Childe asked of him and reciprocating with great enthusiasm. So who was Childe to tell him no to such an innocuous kink?
He sent a prayer to the Archons and digged in.
If he thought the smell was bad from afar, he could choke with his face so close.
“Get a move.” He scolded Childe, pushing his face roughly against his armpit.
Tartaglia wanted to puke, but from the mood Wriothesley was in, he would make him slurp up the vomit, so he squeezed his eyes shut and started lapping up and down his underarm.
The Duke's hand held his head from behind, detaining him, making him unable to get a single sniff of fresh air. And if the stink wasn’t enough, his wet sweaty pubes tickled his nose keeping him in a constant state of almost sneezing. His whole face was drenched in Wriosthley’s musky sweat. It was like submerging in a damp and humid swamp without a way to get out.
“You’re going to smell like me for days,” Wriothesley commented “Everybody will know you’re a dirty whore that likes drinking his master's sweat.”
Apart from the fact that what he said was total bullshit, Wriothesley's dirty talk didn’t really get Tartaglia going. It was a bit cheeky, making him want to cringe rather than come. That’s why Childe loved making the Duke unable to talk whenever he or Neuvillette fuked his brain out. With him only able to moan and scream, there was no space for cliche dirty talk. But, once again, tonight (sadly) wasn’t about his kinks.
After another reprimand from his lover, Childe got to work with his tongue. He licked Wriothesley's armpit leaving a wet trail of saliva that reached his boyfriend elbow. Ajax freed his head from the Cryo user's grip and moved to more lovable territories.
Childe sucked on Wriothesley left nipple with vigor as his lover moaned from his administration. He tugged at the right nipples with his hand, stretching the skin until his maximum and letting it go to snap back in its place on its own. This earned Childe a tug on the hair that could have left him bald if his scalp wasn't so used to this treatment.
Time to move to his ass. Ajax's loved it so much he eat Wriothesley at least once a day when they were home, or in his office, or in the bathroom. Everywhere, really.
While they were all toned and pretty muscular in the group, Wriothesley was, physically, the strongest. Neuvillette was pretty lean, with toned thighs that Childe had been curious about since their first fuck: the Iudex workout more or less two times a month and both were because his partners begged them to be spar partners (Childe) or go on a relaxing morning jog (Wriothesley). But his draconian features made him impossibly strong, so he didn't need to build up muscles like human did. On the other hand, Childe and Wriothesley practiced daily to obtain the physics they had.
Childe relied a lot on his agility during combat, practiced many martial arts and could wield about any kind of weapon. Agility, velocity, adaptability were all key factors in his combat style. For this, and many others reasons, he had a lighter physique then human lover, but he was still the best at fighting with weapons out of the trio.
Wriothesley was built like a brick house, an immovable force full of his own strange moral code and justice belief. When he was frist threw in prison, there was only was rule: “survival of the fittest”, and being “the fittest” required him to be an indestructible and deadly force. He could take punch after punch and not move an inch.
Sparring between the two usually resulted in rough sex on a mat with bloody noses and scraped chuckles. Spares between the three resulted in nothing. Neuvillette was too scared of hurting his precious human mates and healed them as soon as they breathed a bit funny.
So, Wriothesley had the best ass: bubbly, round and big. In fact it was so big, that when Childe was squashed between the wall and his lover's butt, his face was completely covered. Only his red hair stood out as they were used as a handle for Wriothesley to better direct Ajax's movements and ride his face.
"I didn't wash especially for you after the gym," the Cryo user informed him even though he knew Childe was occupied on not choking to death at the moment. The tip of his nose was presssed inside Wriothesley's asshole.
"Right, you can't answer," Wriothesley said as he laughed at his own joke.
He had just found the rhythm to breath as best as he could when he felt the wall pressing progressively against the back of his hand. That bastard was gradually pushing his head between his asscheeks so much that his nose was knots completely inside his anus.
Wriothesley was using his face to wipe his sweat off his ass, as he just did for his armpits, making him as valuable as a washcloth to throw away once finished.
“Ah, yes. Get your nose inside my asshole. Savor the smell before licking me clean.” Wriothesley moaned.
The horrible smell was marked by Childe moans that bounced against the bathroom walls. Childe was sure that, if he had been able to breath more organically, he would have cummed minutes ago. Who was he kidding? He wasn't the biggest fan of licking clean someone, but being degraded like that made him go crazy. Feeling like he was nothing but a rag used to wipe the grim off your body, used as a doormat without a choice in the matter.
Wriothesley's ass blocked the air from reaching his nose or mouth, making him gape like a fish out of water. Childe was desperate to come and get a silver of fresh oxygen in him. The more he heaved, the more salty sweat got in his mouth and coated his face.
“You like the smell, don't you?” Wriothesley asked him as he grabbed a handful of Childe's hair and bringing his mouth higher to connect it with his asshole. “I bet you'll like the taste even better, slut.”
In the new position, Ajax was finally able to breath easier. Wriothesley pulled his hair again again as a warning.
“Lick me nice and clean, I'm sure you don't want to shower me again.” He told the younger man. His words left such a sign in him that he immediately began to eat him out.
Each time he licked the rim of Wriothesley’s ass, disgustingly soaked in musk, a salty taste went down his throat, straight to his stomach. The Duke never tasted good: his semen had the same flavor of the bathroom floor near the gym at the Fortress, his sweat was bitter thanks to his diet and his saliva was as bland as the worst serving in the prison’s cafeteria. But Childe was a freak and loved him for it even more.
Sucking sound echoed in the small space, until Wriothesley told him to get a move on and stop teasing him, to which Childe happily obliged: finally he would have the upper hand.
“Ah! A-Ajax!” Wriothesley moaned, losing his balance, as Childe slammed his tongue in one smooth motion and grabbed his thighs to support him.
The Duke's hands strengthened their grip on the Harbinger's hair to keep himself from falling forward. If he tugged any harder, Tartaglia would be bald by the time Wriosthley cummed.
Any cohesive thoughts left Wriothesley as soon as Childe found his prostate and began pressing on it as hard as he could with his tongue, leaving place for moans and whimpers only. His jaws started to ache and his arms began to strain slightly from supporting the weight of his lover and keeping him as close as humanly possible.
Even tough Ajax’s cock was hard and hurting, making him even weaker, he wanted Wriothesley to come so he grabbed his boyfriend's middle with his left hand and jerked off the Duke’s dick with the other. Not only was Wriothesley built like a brick house, therefore heavy as fuck, but also Childe hadn't slept in the past 30 hours and could feel the strain taking a tool on him. He had to get his boyfriend off before he lost all his strength.
Ajax trusted roughly up and down Wriothesley's length, his sweat and saliva would have to do as lubricant. Wrio liked it though anyway.
The Duke's belly twitched under his palm: he was going to come any seconds. His strokes became messier, not following a precise rhythm, too tired to care at this point. Wriothesley came so hard that his body convulsed like a dying insect. After taking some deep breaths, the Cryo user freed his lover's hair from his claws and let him take his tongue out of his ass. However Childe didn’t show sign of stopping.
Wriothesley laughed, "Imagine if the other Harbingers saw you like this: sniffing my ass and eating it as if it was a five course meal.”
Childe could have punched him right now. Why bring up his colleagues in the middle of sex? Some of them were like parents figures to him! Nice, now he was thinking about his family while eating his boyfriend’s ass. He really should gag him and never let him talk again during sex.
After Wriothesley's legs stopped feeling like jellies, he pulled Childe's head away from his ass forcefully to start washing up with real soap. Then he turned towards the younger man and noticed his red, angry dick left untouched for the past hour.
“Archons, you're so pathetic.” Wriothesley said as he crushed Ajax’ genitals with the balls of his feet.
Ajax moaned trying to get closer to his boyfriend's feet, increase the pressure. Wriothesley wasn’t the only one who liked it rough. All the while, Wriothesley kept washing his hair without bothering to further help Childe in his endeavor to get off.
“Please, please, please… I can’t come like this!” Ajax sobbed with enough desperation to tug at Wriosthley’s hearts strings.
“I’ll lend you my leg then.” He conceded, never say he wasn’t magnanimous, “But be quick, I almost finished washing my hair.”
“Yes!” Ajax exclaimed as he thanked him profusely for his generosity while getting on top of Wriosthley’s feet to rut himself on his leg like a mutt in heat. Childe came in record time, squirting his cum all over Wriothesley's legs. As he began to lick the mess he had made, his lover slapped him on the cheek with his dick.
“Look up and open wide.” The Duke said while putting two thumbs in Childe's mouth to open it wider. He placed the top of his dick on his tongue and, when he was settled, warm yellow liquid flooded Ajax’s mouth. The young man was so out of it, he didn't even realize Wriothesley was pissing in his mouth until said piss trickled down his lips and the Cryo user slapped him in the face.
“I’ll put you in the cage if you spill a single drop," he warned him.
The slap startled him so badly out of his post orgasm bliss, Childe yelped forgetting about the urine in his mouth, consequently making him choke on it and producing a disgusting gargling sound. Thanks to this, some of the piss went up his nostril and out of his nose, making him choke even harder. The rest reached his tummy in thick gulps, making him taste the bitter taste of piss.
Wriothesley, who clearly was enjoying watching his lover struggle and was getting hard again, said “We should use you as a urinal, put you in the communal bathroom in the fortress and let everybody piss inside you. You’d like it. Wouldn't you, slut?”
“I pushed myself too hard,” was the last thing Ajax thought as he turned to the side to puke everything he had in his stomach (piss, come and an omelette), while he signed the word ‘yellow’ to Wriothesley in sign language.
Wriothesley crouched down near him, tracing circulars patterns on his lover's back with his right hand and whispering comforting words. When Childe stopped heaving, Wriothesley took the shower's telephone and gently cleaned Ajax's face with a wet towel.
"Do you want to sit down on the shower floor or grab my shoulders and sit on the shower’s seat?” He asked in a hushed voice. Childe signed to him that he preferred the second option and also wanted Wriothesley to wash him, so the older picked him up slowly and opened the seat attached to the shower wall and sat him there.
When he was sat, Ajax laid his face against Wriothesley’s stomach and hugged his middle. Wriothesley massaged his head as he washed his hair, then used a washcloth to clean the rest of Childe’s body. Once he finished, he washed his lover teeth and wrapped him up in a soft towel.
“Can you talk now?” He asked gently as he brushed back the hair from his face in a shooting manner.
‘I’m sleepy’ Ajax’s signed as he leaned against Wriothesley again to steal some of his warmth.
Wriothesley picked him up again to take him to their bedroom and dress him.
The light in their bedroom was already on, Neuvillette must have moved from the kitchen while they were showering.
When they entered, Neuvillette put down his reading glasses and looked at Ajax in concern. He closed the file he was previously reading in the kitchen, stood up and helped Wriosthley dress the youngest.
Once all three of them were snuggled in bed, Childe's sighed happily.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," two voices answered back.