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[Better. Only he forgets to actually voice it once the path is cleared for him, distracted by the teeth at his lip. He makes it just far enough to put his hand back where he had wanted it, pushing fabric out of the way in search of skin. But once he finds his cock, his motions seem to slow down just a little.

Anduin's calm is just calm enough to highlight Wrathion's haste for him -- he was surely rushing to avoid the risk of being caught, despite there being little danger for it. He does not need to think too deeply about it to know that it is true, since it takes conscious effort for him to slow himself.

He takes another half-step backwards, hand sliding away from his cock and back to his waistband in order to assist in peeling Anduin the rest of the way out of his clothes. In doing so, he quickly realizes that he is going to need to be mindful of his claws, in all of this.]

...better.

[ It requires untangling himself from Wrathion just enough to press his palms to the wall behind him, to keep his balance while he draws free of his pants, one leg after the other, and there's another moment after that where he stops to simply admire him once more.

And his mind races for all that he wants, all the ways he wants to imprint the dragon upon his memory. His experiences in the city, while not universally pleasant, have taught him a great deal about what he enjoys. What he wants. He's grown bolder in the asking for it.

Smiling, he beckons Wrathion closer once again. ]

I want to do something for you. If you'll allow it.

[There's an energy about Anduin that is different when he invites him close again, something that he can't quite pin down. One eyebrow raises, joined with the slightest tilt of his head as he shifts his weight.

His hands move to rest upon his waist.]

I'm listening.

Don't laugh.

[ As Wrathion moves in, Anduin chuckles himself, before slipping in to press close. To feel the weight of those plated scales against his chest, the texture of him as he grazes against the lean curve of his hip. ]

I can't stop thinking of how much I want to put my mouth on you.

[ The words are murmured against the curve of his ear, as the blond's fingertips skate down over Wrathion's belly, tracing so very delicately against the Black Prince's own cock. ]

All of you.

[ And though his cheeks flush at the words, his voice remains steady even so. ]

[To his credit, he does not laugh. Instead, his brow pinches -- like he does not quite understand what he ought to be laughing at. After all, he quite understands the sentiment. He had spent quite a bit of his time marking Anduin with his mouth.

That is, at least, until his mouth presses to his ear, the fingers brush against him, and comprehension dawns on his face. The surprised expression speaks for him, but the newly grown tail flicks with anticipation.

He had yet to experience it himself -- but he had seen enough of it now, living in the city, that he knows this is a fairly customary act. He would not have imagined Anduin to be interested, but now that he's professed as much...

It sparks something, and a muscle twitches in his thigh as he turns his face downward just enough to rest his lips upon his shoulder for a long moment.]

...I will allow it.

[There's something cautionary that comes with the interest in his tone, indicating that he's not entirely sure how he's going to handle that sort of ... attention. But he is not dissuaded enough to tell him no.]

[ That hitch of hesitation says Wrathion's never had it before. Which almost seems a shame, but at once there's a small degree of pleasure in having this for himself. Being the first to try. ]

You'll like this, I think.

[ There's quiet reassurance in the way his hands lower, smoothing over his hips as he presses a kiss to his jaw. He can see the sway of his tail over Wrathion's shoulder, however, and if he only knew what a tell he'd suddenly developed. Smile broadening at the realization, Anduin starts to sink steadily down onto his knees.

It's a little different for men than it is for women, and he definitely has more experience with the latter than the former, but...

He knows better than to start right away. And besides that, there's so much new territory to explore once he's down, turning his head to kiss a slow trail along the inside of one thigh, lips tracing the pebbled texture of those dark scales. ]

[Ah.

Wrathion is, by now, used to some form of intimate touch -- or, at least, he thought that was the case. There is something different about watching Anduin collapse to his knees in front of him to press kisses upon the scales had that risen to the surface there.

He is suddenly glad for his impatience having bought them toward a wall. If the spasm high in his thigh was any indication, he was going to need it. Wrathion's red eyes watch the path he follows, chest tightening with each press of his lips. Thoughtfully, he reaches to comb a blonde lock of hair out of his face, claws scraping underneath his chin.

Well. He certainly doesn't dislike it so far.]

[ If he's learned anything, taking it slow the first time is key, and if this truly is Wrathion's first?

But it's so easy to be distracted by him. He trails his mouth warmly across the inner curve of the dragon's thigh, nosing upwards with steady breaths. Meanwhile his palm mirrors the journey upward against Wrathion's other thigh, feeling out the dip and curve of firm muscle under that pebbled texture. Like skin, it feels more delicate here, the scales more fine and smooth.

Then, of course, there's the inevitable brush of his cheek against Wrathion's cock. As the delicate scrape of claws catches under his jaw, blue eyes lift to lock with red. Watching for a moment.

And with their gazes locked, Anduin turns his head to kiss the head oh so very tenderly. ]

[What is that feeling, the one that creeps up his spine and weakens his knees when Anduin looks at him and licks the head of his cock? It is a multitude of feelings, really, and though he was not one to squirm, he finds that his weakening knees and awkward balance require him to shift how he is standing, and lean a little closer to place his other hand upon the wall to brace himself.

The sound of his breath hitching from such a small act is, admittedly, embarrassing. Instinctively, he tries to stuff it downward, which only rewards Anduin with a small twitch of response from his cock. He blinks -- but his eyes stay shut for a fraction longer than might be normal. Despite whatever lingering embarrassment he might feel for his reaction, he is determined not to look away.

He doesn't know where to put that hand under his chin now, except to run his claws over his scalp with some encouragement.]

[ It's not a request to stop, at least.

And so he doesn't. His fingers find purchase against the base of his cock, against the unique shape and feel of him, and he turns his head to continue. One kiss turns into another, into a warm lick, into a gentle sucking before drawing back again, his breath warm against damp skin, all played around the head of his cock.

He doesn't expect the reactions to be as overt or obvious as they might be otherwise, with someone else, but he's happy to try to gauge what pleases him best all the same. ]

Ah--

[It is a large amount of stimulation. Wrathion's breathing alternates between something shallow and something deep, like he cannot quite decide if he wants to relax or if he isn't ready to. But there is no way to deny that he is enjoying this -- admittedly profane act.

But when Anduin's mouth pops off of him, his hips jerk and an involuntary groan sneaks past his lips. Wrathion finds himself seeking to hide his face in his own arm instinctually, as if there was any way to hide how every muscle in his body had tensed up in pleasure. He had not anticipated just how intimate this would be. The hand that had briefly combed over his scalp had momentarily sought purchase there, threaded through the hair drawn back without undoing the tie.

Behind him, his tail has become heavy, save for the occasional spasms triggered by Anduin's mouth working over his cock.]

[ His eyes rise at the groan, watching the telltale twitches and shivers play out across his face, his body. Rather than letting himself come apart, Wrathion is rather predictably trying -- and failing -- to hold himself together.

Rather than tease him for it, the blond draws back enough to press a kiss instead to the jut of his hip, allowing him space to breathe, to piece himself back together if he wishes. The tip of his tongue darts briefly over his lips. ]

Should I slow down?

[ He can. If he wants. If that's what it takes for him to find a way to enjoy this the way it's meant to be enjoyed. ]

What?

[Though his voice doesn't quite crack. There is a hoarse quality about it. He knows what Anduin said, of course. But he instantly feels the loss of his mouth, and he shoves another resulting shiver down in order to focus on the man between his legs again.

He clears his throat before trying to speak. The hand fisted in his hair relaxes as a result -- and eventually withdraws.]

No. No, you don't have to slow down.

[He pauses. His tail turns over itself as he processes a thought. Wrathion is self aware enough to understand that there is something he is doing that made Anduin stop, but not necessarily enough to pick up on the why. And he is certain that he wants to do this -- even if the aspect of being so vulnerable and turning over control still discomforts him on some level.]

Is there something I am doing incorrectly?

[Best to ask. As long as they are not laughing at one another.]

You're still tense.

[ He misses the hand as soon as it's gone, but he tempers his disappointment, instead leaning in to start kissing a trail back inwards, before starting to rub his cheek gently against the warm, ridged shaft. ]

I was wondering if there was something I did.

[ But if it's just a matter of Wrathion taking longer to let go, he can work with that.

It felt as if they might have been someplace close, and he starts anew with a delicate swipe of his tongue over the tip of his cock. ]

[He makes another low sound when Anduin leans back in to affectionately lavish attention on his cock again, though this time he does not hide his face. He is quickly discovering things about himself through this. But Anduin has specifically mentioned that he had seemed tense, and it helps him to isolate why he had paused.

So he shifts some of his weight again and allows himself to brace himself more heavily against the wall, one hand dropping to the king's shoulder. Almost instantly, he is able to relax -- less focused on standing up straight, on keeping his cool, and more easily able to watch what is going on between his legs. His breathing starts to come a little heavier as a result, and the resulting tension bleeds out of him -- save for when he tenses as a result of oversensitivity.]

Anduin...

[The next time he takes him into his mouth, his name tumbles out on the heels of an exhale, like a thought that never fully finishes forming.]

[ The way he says his name settles somewhere in his chest, warm and heavy, and there's a soft hum in reply as he takes him in deeper. Shallow still, only a few inches at a time, feeling out the difference in texture and where he might be most sensitive.

It's one thing to try this with another human. Another still with this change in anatomy to consider. But he's every bit as dedicated, tracing his tongue with purpose along the underside, every movement slow enough to let Wrathion feel it in full.

And the more pleased he sounds, the more he feels himself start to stir in kind. ]

[There is a moment, when Anduin manages to pull a fair portion of him inside of his mouth -- where the head of him brushes some low part of his mouth, while his tongue works below -- that his hips buck unexpectedly, seeking more of that same warmth and pressure. Instantly, he goes tense in an effort to keep himself still.

Titans, how embarrassing. He very nearly apologizes, but briefly hesitates when it occurs to him that Anduin may have been searching for exactly such a reaction. Still -- he cannot imagine it is particularly polite to let him choke on his cock, and he is not exactly gentle.

The scales along his thighs pull slightly taught as he makes another effort to keep himself still.]

Apologies.

[Though, really, he'd asked for that.]

[ The sudden jerk is unexpected, suddenly there's more of him than he was prepared for, and those blue eyes water abruptly as he draws back, coughing weakly against the back of his hand for a moment.

He. He needs to get better at that. Perhaps he ought to have practiced more, before trying this with him, but... ]

...It's alright. Just give me a moment.

[ He just needs to catch his breath, swallowing thickly and swiftly moving in to try again. A little less this time, but if Wrathion wants to move his hips, at least there's less of a risk, now.

And what he can do instead is start to move his fingers, slipping upwards from where they'd been resting at the base of his cock, to try and touch whatever his lips can't reach. ]

[Wrathion shifts slightly, glancing away while Anduin catches his breath. He cannot help but feel on display, waiting like this -- it is not necessarily a bad thing, but. Well, Anduin is the only one who has uniquely requested to see him this way, and he still isn't sure if it is offering anything unique or if it is just strange.

But then he puts his mouth back, and applies his hand and -- Oh. There it is. It takes him a moment to find that spot again, where he can dig his heels in and simply enjoy the feel of Anduin's mouth and the new addition of his hand. This time, he tries to pre-empt the instinctual movement and follows the rhythm that he starts to establish for him.

And it quickly begins to feel like a unique sort of magic as they fall in step. Wrathion's breathing turns heavy again, his scales growing warmer to the touch with each passing second.]

[ Rather that fight the impulse, he lets it become part of the motion. Wrathion cants his hips forward, muscles tensing under the gleam of textured black hide, and Anduin lets the weight of him slide forward over his tongue, damp eyelashes lowering to brush the flushed top of his cheeks.

Slow. Steady. Fingers squeezing and cheeks hollowing as he draws back, free hand smoothing over his thighs in quiet adoration.

This is what he wanted to show him. Obscene? Perhaps. But intimate as well, in ways yet unexplored for them. ]

[There is a scraping sound that breaks up the rhythm of heavy breathing, following Anduin's choice to hollow his cheeks. Later, Wrathion will perhaps apologize for the marks he leaves in the wall of the other man's apartment as his claws slowly drag downwards. He can feel something creeping up on him -- and he's done this enough now to recognize it, even coming from this angle.

He stops moving, tense in his shoulders when he forces himself to freeze. The tail behind him, lashes to one side. The hand that had been bracing on his shoulder wanders haplessly to Anduin's head, combing back blonde hair.]

Anduin, I--nrgh.

[There's some strain in his voice that comes in the form of a growl, a hint of concern. He does not want him to stop, but truthfully, he hasn't conceptualized what the end of this looks like. Of course, he has some logical ideas, but thinking about them too hard only brings him even closer to flirting with that horizon that is just barely in reach.]

[ In answer, there's a soothing touch down the outside of his thigh. He knows what it looks like, he's been to this place before, though never with him. And far be it for him to ever back down when he was this close.

Because he wants this. He wants Wrathion to come undone, to see what it looks like, to catch him when he shudders loose. And his only response to that half-voiced plea is a soft hum of acknowledgement, lifting his eyes as the untidy mess his hair has become is raked back by those sharp claws.

Claws that would never hurt him. Part of a creature who by all rights could do him harm but he knows could never bring himself to, not on purpose. Not by design. Not ever. ]

[He stays at that peak for a long time -- longer than is probably healthy, both as a result of trying to decipher what is expected of him as much as not wanting it to end. He'd been flirting with both physical and emotional intimacy more and more over the past few months, but this was different. It was spontaneous, and still carefully agreed upon, rather than something he'd been coerced into.

Hard to believe, harder to let go of.

But when he meets those bright blue eyes, the perfect swell of his lips, and feels him hum around his cock, it feels like being given permission. The deep, feral and hypnotic breathing tips over like twine being snapped. His back bows a bit more until his forehead is pressed to the wall, unaccustomed to the lack of body to hang upon as he spills over. His entire body is a powerful ripple of release -- a release that carries him to the point of feeling almost boneless, by the time it is done.

Perhaps it was a good thing that Anduin had done him the favor of using his mouth to catch him.]

[ Watching release play through Wrathion's body is in fact everything he'd hoped it would be.

Swallowing him down, Anduin keeps his eyes open and locked on the dragon as Wrathion shudders and tips inward against the wall, like his strings had all suddenly been cut. He can feel that quiver of tension shivering its way free under his fingertips, and he allows himself to feel just the smallest shred of victory for all that.

Satisfied, the young king finally closes his eyes, drawing back just enough to lap the last traces of evidence from the dragon's cock. The bitter taste lingers on the edge of his tongue as he presses his forehead to the dragon's hip, breathing deeply.

Well worth it. ]

[He doesn't know what comes after that. When the weight appears at his hip, joined by the sound of Anduin breathing deeply, he becomes vaguely aware that he has arrived back inside of his body. All of his limbs feel heavy, and there is a hazy buzz in front of his forehead. A cold feeling behind his ears.

And when that all settles in, he feels another shiver tremble down his body-- like an unwelcome breeze hitting his warm scales. He is so incredibly oversensitive, enough that he swears he can feel every bead of saliva left upon his cock as Anduin rests against him.

This intimacy -- so often, he shied from it, discomforted by the expectation it often placed upon him. But right now, all he really wants to do is curl around Anduin and sleep. A pity that he could not manage his full form in the apartment. They would have kept warm much easier.

But he suspects this night would have gone very differently if that were the case. Instead, he stays pressed against the wall, his frre hand still blindly petting through Anduin's golden hair. It is the only thing he can think to do.]

Anduin. [He should say something. Something other than just his name.] That was--you have finally managed to render me speechless.

[A feat of strength, to be certain.]

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