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Relative normalcy had returned to the Fortress of Meropide. The five people that had infiltrated the Fort were gone, the Primordial Sea had been held at bay at least for the time being and Wriothesley hadn't required Neuvillette's help again.
All was well.
And yet Wriothesley found himself in his office a couple days later, a letter from the Iudex in his hand. He read it again and again, but it only confused him all the more.
Neuvillette wasn’t one to bother with useless niceties. So why was he writing to him about the good weather and how he hoped that everything was fine and whatnot? The only piece of information of note were two simple sentences in the middle of it all. “Had to sentence someone for public nudity today. Apparently it isn’t obvious that you shouldn’t go skinny dipping in the ponds just outside the city walls.”
Wriothesley could hear the man’s exasperated incredulity even through his writing and had to smile at it.
Still, it was weird. He pondered the matter for a while longer as he wrote his reply, but couldn’t make any more sense of it.
~~~
That evening, Wriothesley ran into a group of newcomers. He wouldn’t have paid any attention to them hadn’t they all been waiting for the elevator and they - not knowing whose company they were in - were talking about what had landed them in the Fort.
“What about you, pirate? You look like you’re far from home”, one of the men asked. Low, husky laughter sounded a moment later and Wriothesley’s ears immediately perked up. For now he didn’t look back though.
“I came here for my vacation. Who would have thought that it’s illegal in the land of hydro to go skinny dipping”, an amused voice sounded. “Apparently it’s an affront to the Hydro Archon. What a shame honestly! Maybe I’m just too used to my freedom.”
Cheeky laughter and, to his surprise, some flirty comments followed right after. When the elevator finally arrived, they all got in and when Wriothesley got a first good look of the man, he could understand why. He was absolutely handsome for one. A tall, lean body that was still well built, long, dark blue hair that had been put up in a high ponytail, rich, brown skin that he certainly wasn’t too shy to show off if the low cleavage was any indication. The confident smile on the man’s face confirmed that. The eye patch and his eye with the curiously shaped pupil just made him all the more memorable.
Unfortunately for him, the outlander caught him checking him out and promptly smirked knowingly at him. “What about you, pup? What landed you in here?”, he asked, his eye roaming appreciatively over Wriothesley’s body. A dangerous grin spread on the Duke’s face though, showing off his canines. “I own the place.” The other men immediately shifted uncomfortably at the realization just who they were with, not the outlander though. He laughed brightly and then… winked at him? He couldn’t know for sure, but it definitely seemed like it.
“Oh, but that doesn’t answer my question~” Wriothesley just rolled his eyes at it. He was glad when the elevator finally opened again. “It was nothing as exciting as what you did. Bet the guards that caught you were having the time of their lives fishing you out of that pond though.”
With that, he left. If more laughter followed him after that, he ignored it.
~~~
A couple days passed and the man didn’t leave Wriothesley’s mind. He knew why, knew that he was interested in him and it’s been too long since he’d taken a lover and– Well, it wasn’t a crime to have a type, right?
He usually tried not to take any lovers in the Fort, which made for quite the dry sex life. It happened every now and then, but mostly he avoided it because he didn’t want to have any rumors about him using or favoring random people floating around.
That Mond guy might just make him cave though. He was hot enough for it to be utterly worth it. So a week after his arrival, Wriothesley was content to go out and try to shoot his shot. Well, at least until Sigewinne came rushing into his office just as he was about to head out.
“Sigewinne? Are you alright?”, he asked the little Melusine worriedly and knelt to be at eye level with her. She was panting, her little paws braced on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. “Oh, I finally remembered something, sir”, she said at last when she was ready and had straightened up. “A couple days ago I ran into one of the newcomers by the cafeteria. Something about him struck me as odd, but I could not for the life of me figure out what it was.”
Wriothesley slowly started to get a bad feeling as Sigewinne talked, but he didn’t interrupt her once. “I finally realized what it was just now. I was reading a book and it mentioned stars and then it struck me!”, she said eagerly. “The man’s eye had a pupil the shape of a star! And I’ve only seen such pupils once before, centuries ago. The Khaeri’ahns bore them.
“So I asked around just now, before I came here. The man wasn’t shy by any means, he talked a lot with the other people here. Apparently he’s from Mondstadt and he works as a Cavalry Captain for the Knights of Favonius. Sir, I- I don’t think he ended up here by accident. As a Knight, he should be familiar with the law. And even if he wasn’t familiar with the laws of other nations, he’d know to read up on the most important ones from his job before going on vacation.”
Wriothesley sighed when Sigewinne’s report was over and he tiredly rubbed over his face. Of course the guy he was into had to be a spy. Another one in such a short time… He was starting to get worried.
“Good job, Sigewinne. Let me just make a few things clear…”
He ended up asking the little Melusine another couple follow-up questions and she answered them all diligently. The good thing about her small, unassuming form and the way she liked to play unknowing on purpose meant that a lot of people trusted her with more knowledge than they would other humans.
Like this, he found out that the man’s name was Kaeya, Kaeya Alberich, which once again tied him back to Khaenri’ah. At least according to one sketchy scholar from Sumeru. Sigewinne couldn’t tell him whether his sources could be trusted for certain, and even the scholar himself said that he’d only heard certain rumors through the grapevine, but he’d asked Sigewinne to better stay away from the Knight when he’d noticed her asking people about him. For her own safety.
When the nurse had left and Wriothesley was alone once more, he kept pacing in his office. He let all the new information play through his mind over and over, remembered how Neuvillette had written him, how he’d offhandedly mentioned the very man that was causing problems now. Perhaps it had been a warning.
There was no use, though. He realized that more than soon enough. He needed to talk to the man after all. Wriothesley had every reason to interrogate him. What Neuvillette perhaps hadn’t been able to do because of diplomatic reasons between Mondstadt and Fontaine was easier for the Duke of Meropide to accomplish.
So he set out after all, just like planned, with the hopes of seducing a spy.
~~~
This was too easy.
Before Sigewinne had come to him, he might have felt smug about how easily he'd found Kaeya and started flirting with him.
The man was all easy laughs and coy smiles and flirtatious winks and lots and lots of innuendo. Once he'd realized that Wriothesley was genuinely interested in him, his eye had lit up and he'd moved closer to him, way into his personal space. And when Wriothesley asked him whether he wanted to come back to his office with him, he'd nodded eagerly.
"Ah, I hope you won’t think of me as too easy", Kaeya said dramatically with a long sigh as they entered his office. "You just stayed in my mind after I met you. You look rather stunning, sir."
Under normal circumstances, his ego would have loved that compliment. Knowing now, though, that this man was probably a spy, soured it a little.
Wriothesley shut the door behind them and then wasted no time. He pinned Kaeya back against the wall, who was still looking so eager, still playing along unknowingly, even when he grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head.
The Knight looked at him through a lidded eye, panting softly when he tested his hold and found he couldn't free himself. His eye dipped down to his lips, still eager, waiting. Even when Wriothesley switched his hold on his wrists and put them in handcuffs.
"Oh? Kinky right from the start, huh? I like it”, he said cheekily. Wriothesley couldn’t believe his eyes when Kaeya’s cheeks actually grew darker from how he started to blush. “You’re unbelievable”, Wriothesley muttered and then pulled the man over to his desk none too gently. He pushed him down into the chair and bound his hands to it, ignoring how the Knight let out a shaky breath. He couldn’t possibly be getting turned on right now?
Well, he was mistaken. "Had a feeling you were the type to make good use of those handcuffs", he said lowly. "Not that I'm complaining. I love it." It took a lot for Wriothesley not to focus on the way Kaeya was wetting his suddenly dry lips. What the hell? He was going to lose it.
"I have a few questions for you, Sir Kaeya", Wriothesley said as firmly as he could manage, to finally get this interrogation started. "Touch me and I'll answer whatever you want~"
Never mind.
Kaeya let out a breathy sound that was dangerously similar to a moan when Wriothesley suddenly grabbed his hair and yanked it back. He towered over him like this, glaring down at him. To think that this man's shameless flirting got him riled up like this… Wriothesley almost felt embarrassed.
"Sir Kaeya, this is an official interrogation", he whispered a tad too sweetly. "And you will answer me, whether you want to or not. Acting dumb and trying to flirt me out of my knickers won't help you."
The Knight was quiet for a long moment, still panting softly as he gazed up at him. The position Wriothesley held him in couldn't at all be comfortable, but he let no discomfort show.
"Well, if this is how Fontaine does interrogations then Mondstadt really has a lot to learn", he said at last. "Does the interrogation start before or after the sex though?"
Wriothesley let out an exasperated laugh and shook his head. It nearly had something fond to it.
He finally let go of the other man's hair and instead moved his hands to the arms of the chair. He kept hovering over him like this, in perfect view of his flushed face - and what was clearly a tent in his pants.
"Got you in a bit of a tight spot, huh?"
"Well, I thought this was just really hot foreplay. Don't blame me. "
"... Please be quiet, Sir Kaeya."
"Make me~"
Where it looked like the Knight had almost been pouting before, it immediately had turned back into a flirtatious smirk. And Wriothesley couldn't take it anymore. His instincts didn't help as they warred inside him, and they had been for the past few minutes already, to try and make the man submit.
He let their lips crash together at last. For all of his teasing, Kaeya let out a surprised sound before kissing him back eagerly. He didn't shy away from how Wriothesley immediately claimed his mouth with his tongue at the first chance, or how his canines threatened to draw blood as he nipped at his lower lip just so.
Wriothesley thought at least kissing the man would help calm him down, but it didn't. He wanted to, needed to move this along, even if he knew that he shouldn't.
When he finally pulled back, they both were panting for breath. "What exactly are you?", Kaeya asked him breathlessly with a nod towards his ears. "Anything I should worry about?" Wriothesley just smirked at him. "Part wolf. And no, you don't. Because we aren't doing this."
Kaeya immediately gave him an offended look. "Hey now, that's just unfair. It's not my fault I got turned on when you kept flirting with me for the whole evening."
It was the first time the Knight looked somewhat serious. Wriothesley couldn't believe it was because of something simple like this.
"And don't tell me you don't want this. You do. At least some of that has to have been genuine. … Right?" Wriothesley's features softened. "It was. It is", he said at last. They looked at each other for a long moment. Kaeya was the first to glance away, almost looking sheepish. As if the reality of the situation had only just settled and he genuinely had no idea what was going on.
Wriothesley cupped his cheek. He made him look back to him and then leaned in to kiss him again. Gently this time, lazily almost. The Knight sighed against his lips and even leaned a little closer, not caring that the handcuffs that bound him to the chair held him back.
When Wriothesley pulled back after a minute, he had to smile. "Want me to take those off?" Kaeya had to blink his eyes open after their kiss. "What, my clothes? Yours?" "The cuffs." Wriothesley looked infinitely amused when the other man glanced away again. "Uhm… No. I don't mind them. They can stay on a little longer."
"Well, in that case…" Wriothesley's words trailed off as he reached out to Kaeya's shirt and slowly started to unbutton it. Taking his time seemed to have his desired effect, because the other man was shivering under his touch.
"Just hurry", Kaeya whispered. Wriothesley had almost been done, but after the comment his hands stopped what they were doing and he looked up at the Knight again. "You aren't in any position to make demands here, my dear", he said, a teasing glint in his eyes. "If you want something, you'll have to pay me back for it, you know?"
The way Kaeya immediately nodded eagerly was almost cute. "Well, alright. I'll indulge you, just this once. What do you want?" Kaeya looked at him through a lidded eye, wetted his suddenly dry lips, and only then spoke. "I want you to touch me properly. I want you to leave marks on me and focus on my chest and maybe even pay some attention to my dick. I want you to have me suck you off in return and to fuck my mouth. And then I want you to fuck me, roughly and without holding back. If I can still walk afterwards, I don't want it."
To say that Wriothesley had gotten hard quickly was an understatement. "Someone taught you to use your words, right?", he said gruffly. "Fuck. Alright, handsome, I can do that."
He didn't care to hold back as he ripped the remainder of Kaeya's shirt opened. His eyes darkened at the sight of his toned body, the pierced nipples… He uncovered a handful of fading marks on his chest as he pushed the shirt open and over his shoulders for now. Wriothesley leaned in without much preamble, content to leave some of his own.
Kaeya moaned above him when he pulled him closer by the hips and started to suck and nip at one of his nipples, mindful of the piercing. Wriothesley kept licking over the dark, puffy bud until it hardened slightly, then did the same to the other one. Every now and then he moved a little to the side, biting down and sucking on his chest until it left fresh bruises.
"It's been a while since I've met someone with such sensitive tits", Wriothesley murmured, his eyes fixated on the Knight's face. He had been moaning quietly the whole time, unable to hold any of it back by how he bit his lip. It only made him sound more desperate anyhow.
He soon began kissing his way back up his body. One hand lingered at his nipples, though, and the other moved down to press against the impressive tent in his pants. It made Kaeya moan again, his eye closing while his hips bucked up into the touch once. Wriothesley only kept rubbing him through his pants though, doing nothing else to relieve the other man.
He smiled when he reached his neck, both because of the soft sounds he let out and because of how easy it had been in the end to make him submit. The Duke buried his nose against the man's neck, taking in his lovely scent, and it only made his head spin more.
"Ah, I knew from the beginning that you'd be perfect… Doing so well for me", he mumbled before biting down, hard. Kaeya gasped when his canines threatened to draw blood, and when he pulled back to take in the mark he'd left, the dents in Kaeya's skin showed just how close he'd been to do it.
"Wolf you said, huh? I'm starting to see it." Wriothesley glanced up at Kaeya's face and found him grinning, if a bit weakly. "Something else I should know? Other than you being able to take a bite out of me if you feel like it?"
Wriothesley smirked slightly and moved away, finally getting up. He found it impressive how Kaeya actually managed to meet his eyes for a few seconds before his eye dipped down to the bulge in the Duke's pants.
"Well, don't touch my tail for one", Wriothesley said as he started to unbuckle his belt. Kaeya’s eye was glued to his hands as he unbuttoned his pants. “Unless you want to learn the consequences firsthand. Beside that… I… I get a knot. When I come. It gets bigger at the base and it doesn’t let me pull out if I miss the timing. So, that’s something I like to avoid. Sorry for that.”
He wasn’t entirely sure Kaeya was listening. He seemed a little slack jawed when Wriothesley freed his dick at last and gave it a tight pump with his fist. “It gets bigger ?”, he asked incredulously, his face darting up to him again. “Surely nothing you can’t take, pretty boy, hm?”, Wriothesley teased. He stepped closer at last, the chair and the Knight’s legs between his own, so he could get up close to him.
“Open your mouth”, he said lowly, and the speed with which Kaeya complied made his wolf instincts come to life. He looked gorgeous below him, mouth wide open, eye fixed on his own and not his dick. Wriothesley guided it to those pretty lips, staining them in precum and teasing the younger man - and himself, honestly - before pushing in.
He sighed, his eyes falling shut as the wet warmth of Kaeya’s mouth enveloped him. He pushed in further, honestly not giving the other man too much time to get used to his size, but he didn’t seem to dislike it. Quite the opposite, actually. He moaned around his dick when Wriothesley hit the back of his throat, as if he was doing anything at all for his pleasure.
Wriothesley blinked his eyes open to watch the Knight as he pulled out slightly, before pushing right back in. He was still holding back though. Obviously. He didn't want to break the other man, not yet anyway. He was still testing out his limits, seeing how far he could go before it grew uncomfortable for him. And the process was clearly too slow for Kaeya.
One moment he was looking up at him almost needily, and the next he leaned forward, his mouth sliding further down his dick. Wriothesley cursed when Kaeya deepthroated him without any issues until his nose was nearly buried in his bush. Only his eye teared slightly, showing that he was pushing his limits.
Wriothesley pulled out fully and stared down at the Knight, who had the audacity to whine at the loss even as he was panting for breath. "No gag reflex?", he asked after a moment, and Kaeya silently shook his head. And then opened his mouth again, tongue sticking out.
He cursed, any self control he had left inside of him snapping at last. Wriothesley pushed his dick back inside of the wet heat of the knight’s mouth and didn't bother holding back any longer as he started fucking his mouth for good.
Perhaps he was going a little too fast now, his thrusts too rapid and rough, because there were tears gathering at Kaeya’s lashes. He kept gazing up at him, though, his tongue still invitingly pressing up against his length with every slick glide, occasionally moaning and swallowing around him. This might easily be the best blowjob Wriothesley has ever had, even if it felt too nice of a word for how he was simply abusing Kaeya’s mouth.
Wriothesley wished he were unaffected by this. He wished his moans and groans weren't quite so loud, that his ears weren't flattened to his head or his tail wagging from the pleasure. He wished that he wouldn't feel the pleasure building in his core so quickly, or how his knot was starting to swell as well.
He had half a mind to stop, pull out, and just keep on fucking the other man instead. But Kaeya had kept the eye contact the entire time, and he let out a surprised sound when he felt his swollen base against his lips when Wriothesley thrust forward, and– Fuck.
He leaned forward, pushing deeper, reached behind the chair to Kaeya’s bound hands and removed the handcuffs, letting them fall to the ground. Wriothesley moved back slightly, pulling out of where he’d so easily slipped into Kaeya’s throat, giving him time to catch his breath.
“Grab my knot. Tightly”, he ordered, and groaned when Kaeya instantly complied, wrapping both of his hands around the base of his dick. “ Fuck, that’s a good boy. Just a little longer.”
Wriothesley kept going, harder, faster, sweat pearling down his neck from the exertion and the pleasure both. He groaned again when he felt his balls tighten, his knot swelling fully, on the brink of his orgasm. And then Kaeya removed one hand from his knot, wrapped his arm around him instead. He tightly grabbed his tail at the base and pulled.
He came instantly with a guttural moan, pushing as far into Kaeya’s mouth as he could go, only that hand still wrapped around his knot keeping him from trying to pop it inside too. Kaeya did gag then, for the first time that night when he came deep down his throat, so deep that there was no need to swallow, no chance to taste his hot spend.
Wriothesley was panting and groaning throughout it all, and his chest was still heaving by the time he pulled out at last. Kaeya coughed when he could finally breathe properly again, nearly toppling over and off of the chair with his body gone for support. He caught him by his shoulders in time and kept him upright, even when he knelt before him.
“You okay? Sorry for being so rough”, Wriothesley said and reached up to his mouth to wipe away some of the spit and the small trail of come he’d left with pulling out. Kaeya nodded, and said a little hoarsely, “Fuck, yes. It was amazing.”
Wriothesley couldn't help but grin. “Good. I’d hate to stop now.”
He reached out, pulling the knight’s boots off, the skintight pants too, carelessly throwing everything to the side before getting up again.
Kaeya let out a soft, surprised sound when he pulled him to his feet and pushed him over to the desk. Gently, but with enough force that he had to catch himself against the hard wood and was too occupied with that to resist when Wriothesley pushed him down against it by the back of his neck.
The other man moaned wantonly. The sound was music to Wriothesley's ears.
“You can keep going already?”, Kaeya pressed out when he appreciatively rubbed his ass through his underwear. “I’m still hard, aren't I?”, Wriothesley teased. And when he hooked his fingers under the waistband and pulled down the knight’s underwear, he realized he’d stay that way for a while yet.
His hands settled on perfect, plump cheeks and pulled them apart, revealing the small dark blue gem nestled between, the plug filling him up right now.
“Fuck. What a greedy little slut you are”, Wriothesley said, his voice deeper than just moments ago. Kaeya moaned when his fingers dug into his cheeks. “Walking around with that filling you up the whole time. Keeping yourself ready for anyone who catches your eye, hm? A perfect, little cock slut.”
Kaeya put his hands on the edge of the table, the muscles in his arms tight and straining as he held on. He threw a look back over his shoulder, looking so needy when Wriothesley grabbed the plug by its base. He pulled, was met with some resistance when the tight rim didn't want to let go of the swell of it. He pulled it out with a wet pop, making Kaeya moan softly, and louder again when he pushed it right back in.
When it came to sex, Wriothesley could either be the most patient man in the whole of Teyvat, or he could be incredibly impatient - ripping off clothes, hurrying through preparation, just to finally take what he wanted. Fucking Kaeya with the plug was amazing, every single gasp or moan he forced out of him going straight back down to his cock. But he couldn't keep this teasing up for more than a minute before he finally pulled the plug out fully.
Kaeya whined at the loss and looked back over his shoulder again. There were tears in his eye, making him look so fucking desperate. The sight shouldn't turn Wriothesley on as much as it did.
“Hush now, I’m gonna give you something better”, Wriothesley said. It might have even sounded gentle if it weren't for that hungry look in his eyes. Kaeya bit his lip, panting softly when Wriothesley finally grabbed his dick and lined it up with the knight’s hole. The puffy rim gave way almost immediately with just a little pressure and the tip popped in easily, but that didn't make the other man any less tight.
They moaned at the same time, a loud curse leaving Kaeya. “Fuck, you’re so big”, he pressed out between harsh panting, his eyes squeezed shut. He put his head on his arms, hiding away, whining softly the further Wriothesley pushed in.
“Archons, you’re perfect”, Wriothesley huffed, his hands that had moved back to Kaeya’s cheeks squeezing them tightly. A violent shiver ran down the Knight’s back at the praise and he had to grin at it.
When he finally bottomed out, at least until the swell of his knot got in the way, he allowed himself to relish the feeling of Kaeya’s tight, warm walls around him. The other man was panting below him, his legs shaking slightly just from the feeling of fullness alone, without him having actually moved yet.
“You doing okay, pup?”, Wriothesley asked. He let his hands run up his back, beneath the shirt he still wore, pushing it out of the way with the movement. Kaeya whimpered at the touch before nodding, glancing back over his shoulder. “You fill me up so good. I can't believe that knot is supposed to fit inside too…”
Wriothesley wanted to huff that he wasn't going to try to knot him anyways, that he generally didn't just knot any random one night stand he was having over. But Kaeya almost sounded sad at the prospect of being unable to take him fully, and his hole clenched so nicely around him just then, as if he was imagining that bigger stretch already.
Any remaining scraps of self control went out of the window at the prospect of having a willing mate beneath him, already impaled on his cock. He snarled at the same time as he pulled back and suddenly snapped his hips forward again.
Kaeya screamed at the sudden harsh thrust, his hands clinging even more tightly to the table now. Wriothesley leaned forward, pressing close against the knight’s back as he started moving properly. His arms snuck around him, one hand settling at his chest and the other moving up to wrap around Kaeya’s throat. The younger man gasped before a full body shiver ran through him when he squeezed it carefully.
“So good. Fuck, so good for me. Such a good boy”, Wriothesley pressed out, though he wasn't sure Kaeya could even hear over his unrestrained moans.
The pace he had set was nothing short of brutal. Hard and fast, always bottoming out fully once his knot from his previous orgasm went down, the sound of skin harshly slapping against skin filling the room. With how he had pressed Kaeya down against the table, his dick was trapped between his body and the cold metal of the desk, every rough thrust that pushed him over the surface causing torturous friction.
Perhaps it was no surprise how loud Kaeya was. Or how quickly he came for the first time.
He was suddenly babbling, screaming really, a mix of Wriothesley's name and pleas to slow down, no- To go faster, to wait, to give him time, to– Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m coming I’m coming–
Kaeya screamed when Wriothesley pushed him over the edge, his whole body spasming beneath him even as he held him tight and kept him from escaping the intense stimulation. Wriothesley kept fucking the younger man throughout it all, through every single wave of pleasure that hit him and made his legs shake. He only slowed down once he slumped beneath him, spent and exhausted, that brief reprieve before overstimulation hit should he keep going.
Wriothesley pulled out without warning, leaving Kaeya’s hole gaping and fluttering around nothing. Even after his orgasm just now the other man whined and tried to reach back for him, but he wasn't fast enough. Wriothesley had already grabbed him tight and turned him around, putting him on the table and pushing him back until he was lying down.
He pushed his legs up and then held onto Kaeya’s hips with a bruisingly tight grip when he pulled him close until he could nudge himself back inside. Kaeya gasped and then sobbed when he bottomed out in one go.
His legs tried to snap shut and he tried to kick out, but Wriothesley caught them easily. He gave him another punishing thrust in turn, straight into his prostate judging from the way Kaeya’s back arched and he screamed.
“W-Wait, please, I can't–”
“You can and you will. I know you can. Show me how much of a good slut you are.”
Kaeya seemed torn between submitting himself to the praise and acting up, the taunting and the mix of degradation and praise making his head spin. It ended up with him biting his lips, fresh tears at his eyes as he glared up at him. It wasn't very convincing with how quickly he looked utterly overwhelmed once he started moving again.
Wriothesley watched with a greedy fascination how overstimulation wrecked his partner. How he started sobbing softly at every direct hit to his prostate, how his back kept arching and legs shaking, his hips trying to twist away from the intense assault. And yet despite his broken pleas for mercy that only fell on deaf ears, he was still rockhard, still weeping precum all over his stomach. It only made Wriothesley move faster, rougher, the need to mold a space for himself inside of the other man overwhelming him in turn.
He leaned forward suddenly, covering Kaeya’s body. Wriothesley wrapped his arms around him once more to keep him in please. He grunted through the effort of keeping up the pace, and muffled the noise he was making by suddenly biting down on Kaeya’s shoulder.
His canines easily drew blood this time and Kaeya screamed, and fuck, fuck, it was such a beautiful sound–
Wriothesley felt how his knot started to swell once more and he groaned, pulling back to instead kiss the other man.
Kaeya was so sweet, so pliant beneath him as he kissed him and slowed down the pace a little. He moaned against his lips, such a gorgeous, broken sound. It made Wriothesley slow some more, instead trying to go deeper with each thrust. Kaeya gasped when he realized what he was doing, when he started feeling the swell of his knot against his rim. He shivered pathetically beneath him and then turned his head to the side to speak.
“Please, please ”, he suddenly begged frantically, a desperate whine. “Please fill me up, please, Wriothesley. I’ll be good, I’ll be good and take it, just please– ”
Wriothesley groaned hotly, his eyes glazing over as he looked down at his willing mate, so ready to take his knot, to keep his young.
“ Fuck ”, he grunted and picked up his pace again. “Fuck, I’m gonna breed you so good, Kaeya. Archons, yes. ”
The other man tightly wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him close. His fingers were digging into his skin wherever he reached to desperately find some purchase against Wriothesley's harsh thrusts. It was a small surprise he hadn't fucked him off of the table yet in his craze.
It was getting entirely too much for him. All the sounds Kaeya was making, his pleasure stricken face and the way he kept begging for more yet. He felt so tight around him, clenching on his dick whenever he hit his prostate, his legs that were wrapped around him pulling him in tight as if he could make Wriothesley pop his knot in like this and tie them together at last. It made him groan, or snarl, or both, acting more like the wolf than the man by this point. In the back of his mind he noticed how wildly his tail was wagging, that it showed all too well how into this he was too.
“Fuck, relax for me. Relax, please”, Wriothesley panted, slowing his pace consideringly the more he felt the orgasm build inside of him. He hated how he nearly sounded like an overeager, needy pup, desperate to knot his partner for the first time.
But it worked, because Kaeya whined as he made himself stop clenching down so hard on him, at least for a brief moment. And the next time Wriothesley grinded forward, his knot popped in, locking them together.
Kaeya screamed at the sudden intense stretch, but he still came almost immediately, shooting his hot spend all the way up to his chest. Wriothesley's name fell from his lips over and over, his nails digging into his back, drawing blood. And clenched down so hard on him, as if he never wanted him to pull out, that Wriothesley could do nothing but come too.
He groaned deeply, his legs shaking slightly when he came deep inside of the other man. Wriothesley slumped over him from the intensity of his orgasm, panting, chest having as his high washed over him. He wasn't sure he’d ever come this hard, or this much before. He knew that if his knot didn't bottle up the other man so good, his seed would have come dripping out from him already.
It’s been a while since he’d last knotted another person and gave in to all of his basal instincts. He wasn't even remotely close to pulling himself back together. Even just finding his voice took way too much effort.
“Are you okay?”, Wriothesley asked when he’d finally calmed down a little. Kaeya still lay beneath him, holding on tight, still a little breathless. But he nodded after a long moment and a soft chuckle escaped him next. “What the hell”, he said hoarsely. “That was amazing.”
Wriothesley couldn't help but laugh. He pushed himself up on his arms with some effort and looked down at the Knight. Kaeya still looked a little fucked out of his mind, fresh tears still at his lashes, more dried tear tracks on his cheeks. Wriothesley reached out and gently wiped them away, then leaned down and connected their lips in a tender kiss.
The younger man kissed him back immediately, his mouth opening up for him to claim. Wriothesley did so lazily, but with none of the heat from before. He picked him up eventually in the middle of it, eliciting a gasp from Kaeya as he rounded the desk and sat down in his chair.
Kaeya sighed and properly slumped against him, his head buried in the crook of his neck. He was clearly exhausted now. “I think it’s rude you’re still fully clothed actually”, he mumbled after a moment. Wriothesley could only huff a laugh. “I think you’ll live, handsome.”
A moment later Kaeya bit him, right where he’d tucked his head away. Just between the bandages on his neck, the spot visible to the whole world. Wriothesley grunted at the sensation, his head falling back against the backrest of his chair, ears flattening against his hair. He didn't resist, though, let it happen until Kaeya finally pulled back and rested against him again.
“How long does the knot last?”, Kaeya asked after a while. “A little longer. The longest time was a bit over 20 minutes.”
The Knight sighed and he had to smirk. “What, so eager to part from me again?”
“I haven't forgotten what you dragged me in here for apparently. I don't want you to get started again.”
Wriothesley gently pushed Kaeya back slightly until he straightened up and he could cup his cheek with one hand. “I only have a few questions, it’s nothing serious.” Except it was, but Wriothesley truly had no intention of getting into this now, when they were still connected, and Kaeya clenching down on him occasionally provided the most delicious, distracting pressure on his knot.
Suddenly Kaeya started to grin, though, and leaned in. “How about”, he started, the sultry whisper like music to his ears. “One answer for every orgasm you wrestle out of me, hm?”
Wriothesley stared at him for a very long moment before going, “You can't be serious.”
Kaeya laughed openly, and if that wasn't one hell of a beautiful sound. “Of course I am. Unless you’re too old and need a couple of hours before you can go again.”
Wriothesley snarled at the teasing look on Kaeya’s face, especially when he went ahead and mockingly rubbed over his head, scratching at the base of his ears. Wriothesley’s hands moved to the knight’s waist, gripping him tight as he straightened up and leaned forward, their faces only an inch apart.
“Is that a yes, we can go again ? So eager”, Kaeya said, those last two words turning into a hushed whisper. “Wonder whether you’ll have bred me for good by the time we’re done.” His hand moved down to stomach, where there was the smallest hint of a distension, a slight bulge where Wriothesley knew his dick had carved a space for itself. That sight, paired with those words, made all rational thought vanish from his mind.
Wriothesley was too far gone to realize how easily Kaeya made use of all his instincts, playing with them like a child would with toys. But in such a calculating manner, the smile on his face knowing when Wriothesley picked him up again and walked them downstairs to his private rooms.
For now he was none the wiser, his brain too hazy to pick up on it. Ignorance was bliss as the saying went, but perhaps not when the man you are currently fucking on your knot was an infiltrating spy.
A fact Kaeya very conveniently made Wriothesley forget at least for the rest of the night.