Work Text:
"Wriothesley?"
The addressed man raised his head in something that could be described as fake interest, raising a brow at the young man who had just entered the room.
"What are you doing in Monsieur Neuvillette's office?"
Well, that was a curious question wasn't it.
Wriothesley couldn't help but let out an amused scoff at the pure innocence of the question prompted at him.
It was a valid question after all.
Yes, what was he doing in the office of none other than the President of Fontaine's Supreme Court?
"I am sitting here, can't you see?", Wriothesley replied quite bluntly, causing the intruding man's cheeks to burn up in frustration.
He was just some lower ranked secretary, nobody of importance.
It was fun to tease the more inexperienced staff who were still so very eager to do everything correctly and behave as best as possible.
So of course it was only natural that the man was hesitant to simply accept the fact that there was somewhat of a stranger in Neuvillette's office.
He couldn't know any better.
"Well yes, I can in fact see that", the man spluttered, uncertain how to properly act around Wriothesley who seemed to be at total ease with the situation at hand.
He shifted his weight from one foot to another, clutching a batch of documents tightly in his hands.
"Good. What do you need?", Wriothesley then asked, as if it was the most normal thing for him to handle Neuvillette's business, as he leaned back in the chair he sat in. Neuvillette's chair to be exact.
"I need to-", the staff member cleared his throat, realising that he sounded more demanding than he probably should. "I've got a few documents for Monsieur Neuvillette to sign. Though I am wondering why it is you that I am finding here in his office for it is- Hey, you can't smoke in here!"
Listening to the man's rambling had given Wriothesley the time to light a cigarette in boredom, much to the man's chagrin.
He was most likely worrying about what his dear Monsieur Neuvillette would say if he found that he had allowed Wriothesley to just do as he pleaded in his office.
It was truly amusing, really.
Wriothesley simply shrugged, taking a puff of his cigarette in an almost delighted manner.
"Feel free to tell on me, I don't mind."
Oh how he wanted to reply that he most definitely would tell on him but something about that guy's careless demeanour irritated him that he'd rather not get too confident. Why was the prison guard here when Neuvillette clearly wasn't?
He knew he had to stay as professional as possible even if this wasn't his boss.
A defeated sigh emitted from the young secretary, a clear attempt being made at staying calm and collected.
"In any way, it is important that these documents reach Monsieur Neuvillette as soon as possible. Can you tell me where he is?"
"He is busy."
Wriothesley's gaze hardened a little. There was something like a frown on his face for the split of a moment but it disappeared again just as he took another drag from his cigarette, closing his eyes.
"Listen, he won't be back any time soon so just leave those documents of yours here with me. I'll let him know."
It seemed as if Wriothesley was getting impatient but the younger man was hesitant. He didn't trust him.
Wriothesley held out one hand from behind the desk.
The man approached slowly, though the closer he got, he thought to have spotted something further down and-
"Hey, my eyes are up here", Wriothesley scolded harshly, making the man tense up and look back up in something that could be described as fear as he hadn't expected the rough tone of voice at all.
"Now hand those papers over."
And he did.
Really, he didn't want to stay one second longer now that he thought about it.
"Thank you. Now be on your way to do... whatever."
"Y-yes", he replied hastily and after one last glance towards the still smoking Wriothesley, he was gone, closing the office door soundly behind him.
Silence. The raven haired man exhaled some smoke in a moment of relief.
He then took a look down and buried one hand in silvery long hair.
A sinfully obscene sound filled the room, wet lips being pulled from heated flesh.
"Stop fucking smoking in my office", a new voice appeared, alongside some coughing.
It was the Chief Justice of Fontaine, sitting on his knees underneath his own desk, lips swollen, cheeks tainted red.
And if it wasn't for the angry expression on his face, one could certainly describe him as looking fully obedient in such a compromising position.
Without paying much attention to the frustrated man, Wriothesley took one last drag from the cigarette before he went on to shamelessly put it out on the wooden desk. A very expensive wooden desk.
"You-", Neuvillette was about to complain but it was a cold glance from the man above directed at him that made him shut up in an instant.
A dirty grin appeared on Wriothesley's face, approving of the man's obedience.
"Good", he praised as he put his exposed erection back into his pants.
Neuvillette pouted, clearly unhappy but at the same time unwilling to displease the other further. That small word of praise had done so much; embarrassment and excitement mixing within him and causing that familiar warm feeling in his lower stomach to tighten.
But... this wasn't all.
His pouting was replaced by an uncomfortable frown at the reminder of his alarmingly full bladder.
It wasn't rare for him to forget to take proper breaks throughout his work day - which ironically was the reason for why he found himself in his current position, fully at Wriothesley's disposal, in the first place.
Just a moment ago he had been so focused on not making a sound, not moving an inch but simply taking in and warming the other's cock, that he had completely forgotten about his need and it seemed it had only worsened over time.
In fact, it was urgent.
"What is going on in that pretty head, hm?", Wriothesley's voice ripped him out of his thoughts and for a moment Neuvillette was caught off-guard by his unexpected soft tone.
It was a harsh contrast to the rough tone he had used earlier with the young secretary (which also had caused his semi-hard cock within his own pants to twitch in interest, though he was too ashamed and too proud to admit that).
With (unintentionally) pleading eyes he stared up at the raven haired man above, pressing his lips into a thin line as he debated with himself whether he should tell the truth or not.
Silence reigned within the office for a moment and Neuvillette desperately pressed his thighs together, hoping Wriothesley wouldn't notice but at this point he was sure that the other must have done so anyway judging by the way his gaze darkened once again.
"Ah, suddenly we're not so talkative anymore, are we?"
He didn't respond. He couldn't.
Neuvillette averted his eyes, unable to look at Wriothesley any longer, his mind was racing and his heart beating so fast at the fear of causing an unwanted accident.
He had to refrain from the urge of wanting to grab himself and it took all of his focus, in a moment of utter desperation, when he felt like his damn bladder might give in.
Unfortunately, a rough hand buried itself in his long hair once more, pulling his head upwards to face none other than the man who appeared so tormenting in that moment.
The action came as such a shock that for the split of a second, Neuvillette lost focus and he could feel a spurt of hot piss escaping his aching cock.
He gasped and his eyes frantically scanned Wriothesley's face for any indication whether he had noticed or not while also trying his very best to regain proper control.
Oh, this was bad.
A quiet but desperate whimper accidentally left his mouth at the roughness of the other and the humiliation he was facing.
Was he really unable to hold off this simple need?
Neuvillette expected Wriothesley to be disgusted but to his own surprise there was something like a smirk playing on his lips.
"Look at me when I talk to you", he ordered and Neuvillette instinctively gulped and nodded.
While he was used to those dynamics when they... took some off-time together, it had never really been quite this intense before. Never before had he found himself in such a desperate situation. And never before had he felt so pathetic, so... out of control.
"Good. Now spread your legs for me."
"What?"
Panic arose within Neuvillette and his bladder immediately protested with an aching feeling at the prospect of having to do as Wriothesley demanded.
"You heard me."
Wriothesley let go of his hair and leant back in the office chair once more, expectantly fixating his eyes on Neuvillette's trembling figure.
It was adorable to see the tips of his pointy ears turning all red, to see the way this powerful man submitted to him.
"Spread your legs", he repeated, a hint of arousal in his tone clearly present.
"I-I can't", Neuvillette eventually replied but that didn't seem to satisfy.
"This wasn't a suggestion."
Nonetheless Neuvillette remained stubborn, the respectable tall man shrunken in on himself in an attempt to hide away from the other's piercing gaze.
Wriothesley realised he wouldn't get too far like this. But that was fine by him.
He always had other ways to approach.
He'd always get others to confess and comply in one way or another.
"There's no reason to shy away now as I am aware of what's going on. I just wanted you to admit it yourself", he began to explain.
Being absolutely frank.
Was it surprise or shame that graced Neuvillette's facial features as he properly lifted his head once again, staring at the raven haired man.
Both. The answer was both.
And there was yearning too. Attraction.
And wouldn't he be so desperate for relief, he surely also would have been mad at the other for teasing him so shamelessly.
However in that moment, Wriothesley's bluntness made him want to give in, or at least release some of his tension.
Deep down inside he knew it was a stupid idea to comply when all he really wanted was to not cause any further accidents but it was as if his body had a mind of its own.
His thighs no longer clenching against each other, he slowly but surely parted his legs, lightly panting.
In a way he had hoped that his pants would be dark enough to conceal his failure but much to his dismay, a wet patch was clearly visible, as well as an obvious bulge.
He was so sick for still being horny, despite the fact that he was so close to pissing himself but he couldn't help it at all and much to his surprise, it didn't seem as if Wriothesley minded.
"That wasn't too hard was it?", Wriothesley encouraged and it was almost ironic and mocking as he could clearly see how much Neuvillette struggled. How much he wanted to push his legs back together and how much he focused on not losing control right then and there.
The raven haired man scooted one leg forward, the sole of his boot experimentally brushing lightly over the dark patch, ever so slightly stimulating the other's erection in the meantime.
"How curious", he mumbled to himself and only a mere second after, he fully pressed his sole against the ever growing bulge.
A choked out groan emitted from Neuvillette, as he doubled over, hands gripping on to the leg in front of him and forehead resting against his knee.
He pressed his eyes shut in a desperate attempt to remain focused on the task of holding on and not let his sensitivity make him stray away from the path of self control.
At this point, Neuvillette could no longer tell if his need to piss was still greater than his need to come. Both options promised relief and in a way he didn't even care any more if it wasn't for his mind telling him that he could- No, had to hold on and not make an even bigger fool of himself.
It was a pathetic display, Wriothesley couldn't deny it. But just as much it turned him on, he also began to pity the other man. He could tell he was trying oh, so hard but knowing Neuvillette, he'd never just let go even if it physically began to hurt him.
So curtly he decided to adapt, if it meant he could give the man at least one kind of relief.
Reaching down, Wriothesley gently grabbed the other's chin, lifting his face.
Desperate eyes were staring at him and he could have sworn to see tears starting to dwell.
Neuvillette was shaking, his hips lightly pressing back against his steady sole.
Archons, he wanted to devour him and relish in his needs.
"I want you to use my leg as you please and don't hold back", Wriothesley hummed, a smile tugging on his lips as he leaned down to kiss the tip of the other's nose before leaning back once again. He retrieved his boot from his crotch and Neuvillette whined at the loss of contact. Just a second after, firmly placed his boot down, waiting for what was to come.
It was a mere moment in which the two shared glances and Neuvillette eyed the leg in front of him as he fought the urge to immediately press his thighs back against each other.
In a moment of blissful weakness however, he practically launched forward, clinging on to Wriothesley's leg as he pressed his hips close, shamelessly beginning to rub his clothed erection against black leather boots.
A moan of satisfaction emitted from him at the friction, movements almost immediately picking up on speed. It seemed he no longer cared for judgement and Wriothesley couldn't help but smile at the display beneath, his own cock straining within his pants.
"That's it, dear."
Dear? Neuvillette's hips stuttered at the sudden nickname, an ever growing need settling heavier in his lower abdomen.
He couldn't differentiate if it was his rapidly approaching orgasm or his overfilled bladder. But it felt great and he was too far gone to fully realize what he was doing as he kept on humping. His fingers dug into Wriothesley's leg while sweet sounds of need and arousal filled the office. He was so close. So very close.
"Please-", he begged, not even really knowing what for but all sensations he experienced felt so overwhelming, it was hard to focus. And it hurt but in a way that was so addicting and hard to simply let go off.
"It's okay, you can let go", Wriothesley spoke gently, resting one hand above one of Neuvillette's, trying to comfort the clearly too worked up man.
The suddenness of such a gentle and caring touch was what sent Neuvillette over the edge, his hips rutting harshly against Wriothesley's leg as he came, a mixture between a sob and moan leaving his mouth.
Neuvillette's entire body was tense, his orgasm lasting as he pressed tightly against the hard surface. But the relief was not enough and he felt dizzy and the pain remained and in a helpless attempt to regulate his breathing, he almost choked on air.
"Hey, it's okay. It's okay", Wriothesley spoke soothingly, now fully grabbing the man's hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze.
This time it was an actual sob that came from Neuvillette, the entire tension in his body letting loose and only a moment later he felt his bladder giving in.
Hot piss soaked itself into the fabric of his pants, the hissing of a steady stream audible and the only source of sound next to his heavy breathing.
Finally. Relief.
Piss began soaking not only his pants but also dripping onto Wriothesley's boot - which he still straddled - ruining the worn out leather even further.
But all that Wriothesley did was stroke the back of his hand in a soothing manner, watching him let go; watching as such a respectable man sat in an ever growing puddle of his very own mistake.
And it took a while but the stream slowly died out and Neuvillette sat slumped against the other man's leg, making no attempt to move.
His body was limp, his throat sore and his eyes wet.
A defeated man, truly.
As exhausted as he was, Neuvillette barely could acknowledge how Wriothesley helped him get back up and sit down.
He vaguely remembered the raven haired man cleaning the floor, telling him he should try and relax, that he'd take care of everything.
Neuvillette couldn't even be embarrassed anymore at this point. Too much had happened for that to be of any relevance.
And as he watched the other clean, he regained more consciousness.
Of all the things he could replay in his head, it was the unexpected nickname and the encouraging softness that made his skin tingle in a weird way, making him want to reach out and ask for it over and over again. It was strange, really. And probably not something he should pay any mind to in his state.
"Stay here. I will go and fetch you some clean clothes", Wriothesley's voice brought him back to reality and it was at that moment, when a certain thought crossed his mind.
"Don't you want any help in return?", Neuvillette asked sheepishly, almost ashamed of the fact that he had completely forgotten about the other man's pleasure.
"No, I'm good", Wriothesley replied casually as if he had just disclosed the most normal information possible to Neuvillette.
"But thinking of it, I better get myself some clean clothes as well."