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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      World_of_Warcraft, Warcraft_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Wrathion/Anduin_Wrynn
  Character:
      Anduin_Wrynn, Wrathion
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, First_Time, Explicit_Sexual_Content
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-06 Words: 12350
****** A Dragon in the Night ******
by Tagpye
Summary
     Anduin is rudely awoken by a certain black dragon who may or may not
     be pining for his company.
Notes
     This is probably set sometime after MOP but before War Crimes since I
     hadn't read War Crimes when I first started this. But yes this is
     unashamedly complete and utter smut, and actually my first time
     writing a full length fic.
Anduin had slowly awoken to quiet creaking noises sounding from his window.
Blinking in a few eyefuls of his dimly lit room he didn’t need to sit up to
know that it was still at a time dead in the night, and deeming nothing
pressing to wake up for he instead slid his eyes back shut and attempted to
fall back into sleep. At first he had assumed the noise to simply originate
from a blustery wind smacking against the panes, but as he heard the
unmistakable groan of the window shuddering open he tensed in shock.
Could it be assassins?
He dared not to release one breath, instead shutting down to concentrate
entirely on the intruder in his room. There were a few pattering’s of footsteps
on his wooden floor and then silence, Anduin felt his heart beating in his
throat as he hurriedly ran through any strategies or spells he knew to ensure a
good chance of survival, lamenting not having any form of weaponry right at his
side.
Alas, however, no attack came, and Anduin laid in quiet bemusement as the
intruder simply seemed to just stand there, not moving one single inch. He
wasn’t quite sure what to think. After another few seconds passed and deeming a
diminished possibility of murderous intent, Anduin nervously turned his head
and slowly sat up,
“Who is it?” He called out into the darkness, just about making out a male
figure stood dead centre in the room.
To his surprise a soft and very familiar voice answered him, “Just me
Princeling.”
“Wrathion!?” Anduin exclaimed, rather startled, “And what, pray tell, is the
meaning of you suddenly showing up in my room and scaring the life out of me?”
Wrathion moved a little closer to him so that his features were visible thanks
to a sheen of moonlight, “It’s been a while since we last spoke.” He mused.
Anduin nodded, trying to hold down feelings of groggy annoyance, “Indeed it
has, you still haven’t answered my question though.” It would be a lie to say
Anduin wasn’t happy to see his friend again, his heart was fluttering with
affection, but needless the circumstances of the situation frayed his patience
somewhat, he was still trying to swallow down the adrenaline.
The black dragon stared at him for a few moments, scratching his chin, “I
suppose I’ve come down with a peculiar ailment,” He began, and Anduin huffed
softly, a little too tired to be dealing with Wrathion’s long winded musings,
“I suppose I uh, very much missed your company, I ‘missed’ you.”
“So…” Anduin collected himself, trying not to let the fact he was feeling
rather touched at that moment surface, “You stole into Stormwind, and broke
into my room, to wake me in the dead of the night, to inform me that you missed
me?”
“Well, when you put it like that it does sound rather impulsive and audacious
but yes, that is what happened.”
A small chuckle of laughter left Anduin’s lips before he could stop it, and
letting out another tired sigh he glanced up to meet Wrathion’s eyes. “So, now
what? If it wasn’t obvious you’ve arrived at a rather unsociable time, would
you like to stay up till late chatting like young children sharing the same
bed?”
He wasn’t sure if the humour of the joke had ran past Wrathion or that he
simply chose to be purposely ignorant of it as he flashed him a sharp toothed
smile, “Most definitely! Make some room for me.”
Although everything was posed as a joke, the thought of he and Wrathion sharing
the same bed space made his face heat up very uncomfortably, and really as a
prince and potential king of Stormwind, he did not want to be questioning the
vaguely lewd thoughts he often had towards a certain young black dragon with a
velvety voice.
“R-really? I think it would be a tad juvenile for you don’t you think?”, His
voice sounded far more croaky and rigid than he had intended, and Wrathion
merely snorted at him.
“It’s past midnight, would you really turn me back out? It would be prudent for
you to allow me to sleep over.”
Anduin fidgeted uncomfortably at this, unsure how to respond and react to
Wrathion’s firm insistence on sharing a bed. His uncertain demeanour was easily
picked up upon, and the Black Prince’s merry expression dropped a tad. “Why?
Are you against sharing your bed with a dragon?” Wrathion slowly enquired, with
an undertone of annoyance.
Noticing Wrathion’s irritation, Anduin straightened himself slightly, “Don’t
misunderstand, it’s not because you’re a dragon, it’s because…” He paused,
stuck on his words, “Sharing a bed is a rather… intimate thing to do, so…”
“Intimate?” Wrathion’s eyes narrowed with curiosity “Are you nervous about
being intimate with me?”
“W-what!? Well of course I am!” Anduin bit out, “As if you could even ask that
question!”
A brief silence settled over them, Wrathion seemed extremely deep in thought
and the prince couldn’t quite decipher what was so pressing that it demanded
deliberation half-way during a conversation, but he was a dragon he supposed,
and dragons were of the peculiar non-human sort. Taking the heed, Anduin
cleared his throat to try to coax his friend back into the present, “By the
way, how did you get in here? There are always eyes on the skies in Stormwind.”
He pressed.
It seemed to do the trick, Wrathion looked up at him and gave a small huff,
“You forget, I’m a dragon, and a very smart dragon at that as well. And…,” He
looked a little sheepish, “Also a very small dragon. I doubt anyone would have
spotted me.”
Anduin couldn’t help but to let a smile draw on his face at the thought of a
whelping Wrathion fluttering over the spires of the city with those tiny wings
of his, however the individual in question caught onto his amused expression.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” He smirked, “So, how have you been? Getting yourself
involved in questionable business again I presume?”
“Replace questionable with extremely important and to your question I would
answer yes.”
Knowing that Wrathion was unlikely to disclose any more information, Anduin
decided to not press the matter further. He often worried for whatever Wrathion
was getting his claws into, they didn’t see eye-to-eye on many matters and he
knew the man in front of him could possess a great deal of power and cause a
great deal of trouble.
Nonetheless, he was here now, and that meant he wasn’t elsewhere doing said
questionable things.
“Anyway, enough of this chit-chat, are you going to invite me into your bed or
what?” Wrathion abruptly asked him.
“I told you, you getting into bed with me is a little strange and I would
rather you didn’t.” He hurriedly replied. “You’re well-adjusted to human
customs aren’t you? Surely you must realise what you’re asking of me is odd.”
Wrathion didn’t seem amused, he approached his bed instead with a hardened
expression.
“Maybe what I’m asking is odd, I still want to join you in bed however.”
Anduin couldn’t help but to hear the comment as something suggestive and felt a
sudden heat reddening the tips of his ears, “You want to…”
“You said the thought of us being intimate made you feel nervous, but you never
said you were opposed to it.” The dragon suddenly announced with a persuasive
tone.
“No I didn’t, but… it would be inappropriate.” Anduin half-realised he had
admitted to his attraction to Wrathion but presently the deep look in his
friend’s eyes was particularly mesmerising that he couldn’t help but to
confess. And honestly, where on earth was this coming from? Granted they hadn’t
seen each other in a while but to sneak into his room and make so blatant a
comment, it almost felt as if Wrathion had come to him with the intent purpose
of propositioning him.
“And yet still not a refusal. Interesting.”
Wrathion stepped a foot closer with a gleam in his expression that made
Anduin’s insides leap with excitement and interest, “I must admit, although our
time apart hasn’t been horrendously long, I still often have the desire for
your company.” He stated.
With that he stopped momentarily to suddenly strip off a few of the more
clunkier items of his clothing, along with his turban, revealing a curly mop of
black hair, Anduin’s heart was beating even faster than when he had initially
assumed there to be an intruder in his room.
“What are you doing?”, Anduin said, desperately trying to keep his voice steady
for the sake of pride as Wrathion began to make his way to the foot of his bed.
Alarm bells sounding resolutely in his head.
Ignoring him, Wrathion continued to speak, “I feel myself coming down with a
variety of afflictions, as you know I’m entirely dedicated to my goals, but
you’re becoming an annoyance of sorts.”
His hands settled on the edge of Anduin’s bed, and his body pressed into a taut
shape as if he was steadying for an attack. Anduin felt that he most certainly
was, and that he was the target.
“Listen you, you came to my room with the pretence that you missed me, but
instead you’re acting like you’re trying to… seduce me.” He finished the
sentence off with an unsure waver, feeling remarkably vulnerable sat there
merely in his nightwear wrapped up in thin linen sheets.
Wrathion gave a chuckle and ran a forked tongue over his lips, “Why? Are you
feeling seduced?”
Anduin spluttered, very loudly.
The dragon smirked, raised his palm dramatically into the air and placed it
upon the soft cotton of his duvet, slowly he took his other hand and placed
that on the bed also. Anduin watched in wide-eyed silence as Wrathion crept at
an agonisingly slow pace up the bed, and on top of him.
In other circumstances the sight would have been laughable, but at the moment
Anduin was feeling anything other than amused.
“Wrathion, what are you doing!?” He hissed, as he felt the man creep up over
his legs, mounting panic, and something else of the immoral variety, preventing
him from controlling the volume of his voice. If the guards were to rush in
here and find them in this position, well, he would rather stare an ogre in the
face than hear his father’s comments. Not to mention he knew of Wrathion’s
snappy temper and tendency to engage in rather rash actions, they would most
certainly view him as an intruder and the subsequent stand-off would create
even more problems.
“My my, such bashfulness, and that loss of composure, very unbecoming of you
dear Prince Anduin.” Wrathion sneered, obviously enjoying himself far too much,
“I’m taking it that you feel the same way as I?”
“And in what way would that be, Black Prince?” He replied, an air of defiance
in his voice despite the situation, ignoring the sensation of the dragon’s
infuriatingly lithe body brushing against his own.
“Well… I haven’t been on this earth too long, there is much I know but a fair
amount I haven’t experienced.” He began, “But I know that my feelings towards
you differ substantially towards that of any other mortals, it is an
attraction, I presume?”
Anduin mutely nodded.
“So I was wondering if you would… indulge me. Cure me of my afflictions
perhaps? You’re not one to turn down someone in need after all.” Wrathion
purred, crawling over his chest to rest his hands at either side of Anduin’s
head. They were impossibly close now, Anduin was trapped and caged underneath
his body, and was subsequently violently ignoring his inner thoughts that it
felt not to be a necessarily bad thing. He attempted to scan the other’s eyes,
to understand just what the hell was supposed to be going on right now, though
the eyes of a dragon were particularly hard to read it seemed. Nonetheless he
found himself desperately trying to read his next move though judging by
Wrathion’s rather obvious actions Anduin could have easily guessed what that
would be.
Wrathion’s smug expression deepened at the prince’s captivated face, “You’re
awfully trusting, how do you know I won’t take advantage of your weakness right
now and do something terrible to you?” He breathed with an air of excitement,
almost as if feeling a little delirious with the entire situation.
“You could, but you wouldn’t”, Anduin slowly replied, keeping the eye contact
as if it were an act of competition, “I’m not sure what purpose in hurting me
would have in your schemes right now.”
He chuckled, “That’s true, I suppose.” Wrathion leaned down to minimise the
distance between their faces, Anduin could feel the dragon’s hot breath
ghosting over his skin, and his smooth lips were dangerously close to his, the
proximity fogged his head. “No one would ever know about this, so you don’t
need to feel weary, it could be our little secret.” He whispered.
It was incredibly tantalising, and it was true, Wrathion did not seem the sort
to let others know his business and Anduin most certainly wouldn’t let anything
slip. Wrathion had snuck into the castle and he could easily sneak out, it was
a situation with a minimal amount of issues. Anduin was startled that he
instinctively felt so eager to jump on such an opportunity, but really the
thoughts of such a tryst were not new in his mind. Wrathion seemed to draw him
in, there was a kind of delectable friction that simply made speaking to him
something exhilarating. Subsequently any self-restraint that dwelled in his
mind was very very quickly being ebbed away the more the Black Prince’s
attractive face loomed over his.
It was wrong though, so very wrong, Wrathion could perhaps be counted as a
friend but not necessarily as an ally, the possibility of betrayal for his own
causes ran strong, and he was playing right into his hands. If he bore his
heart to him it was likely to be squashed, broken, or bruised.  
Not to mention that he was also a dragon. A black dragon at that, hardly the
most reputable of all the dragonflights indeed. It would be foolish and stupid
of a person like him, a prince of Stormwind and successor to the throne, to
begin some illicit teenage affair with such a shady and questionable
individual. And yet here he was, breathless underneath such a man, with the
words of, ‘No one would ever know’ playing over and over in his mind. It would
be a lie to say he didn’t think about Wrathion in that way, it would be a lie
to say he didn’t want him.
It seemed that Wrathion didn’t need to do much to break that reserve in him,
the moment he tentatively moved to press his lips down onto the prince below
him, he was met with Anduin’s eager mouth and found hands being aggressively
woven into his hair.
“Holy Light.”, Anduin gasped into his mouth as Wrathion kissed him deeply and
hard, delighting in the taut tension between them abruptly being torn apart.
Wrathion’s hands situated themselves on his torso and began to knead and stroke
across his body, and Anduin’s fingers gripped and buried into his hair
encouraging him to lengthen their kiss.
“I have to tell you however,” The prince whispered through shallow breaths and
kisses, “I’m not exactly experienced, I’ve never done anything like this before
with anyone so…”
“That’s quite alright,” Wrathion muttered, trying his damndest not to sound
quite as unravelled as he felt, “I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.
Absolutely none at all.”
“That’s promising”, Anduin teased as he boldly marked a line of caresses down
the dragon’s neck from his jaw, quietly revelling at the feel of Wrathion’s
smooth skin on his lips, “You don’t seem to be doing too bad though.”
“Naturally,” Wrathion responded by gently biting into the soft flesh of the
prince’s neck, causing him to let out a pleasured hiss which struck Wrathion as
a particularly lovely sound, “I’m very very good at most things I do.”
Anduin allowed himself to melt into the delicacy of Wrathion’s sharp teeth
dragging across his skin, at this point his arms had wound themselves around
the stretch of his back and the feeling of their bodies so tightly ground
together was a sensation most exquisite. Despite the dangers of their tryst
Anduin felt it was most certainly worth it, his heart was thumping with such
excitement and deep emotion that it could burst. He wasn’t even sure how long
he would last in all honesty, it felt so good he didn’t think his brain could
handle any more of Wrathion and the delightful things he was presently doing
with his tongue in his mouth.
He imagined that tongue being elsewhere and the thought made him shudder. When
did he become so wanton? Caving into his sexual tension with Black Prince
seemed to flip some kind of peculiar switch in his body and he suddenly felt
blatantly aware of just how badly he’d been pining to have the feeling of the
other man grinding against him. Damn Wrathion, damn him and his smart little
tongue and his sultry mouth and the smouldering gazes he had thrown at him when
everyone’s backs were turned. As a person who he thought often made very good
and sensible decisions he decided that this one was potentially the most
insensible had ever made in life, but holy light was it good, it was very
undoubtedly good.
He couldn’t help kissing his mouth, it was intoxicating, and the harder and
more deeply he embraced him the more passionately Wrathion would react. It was
a sensation of being overwhelmed but that in itself was exhilarating. All of
this was so new to him, he hadn’t even kissed someone before, this was like
jumping in straight for the deep end, but he had Wrathion to take the plunge
with him. He wouldn’t have wanted it to be anyone else.
“Take off your shirt.” Wrathion harshly muttered once they finally separated
for air, his hands were rolling up his nightclothes seemingly desperate to
touch at his skin. “I mean, that is if you want to.”
With his initial nervousness gone, Anduin took a look at Wrathion’s slightly
bedraggled appearance and let out a mischievous snort, quietly amused at making
the dragon unravel so, “Mmm, maybe if you beg me, I might.”
Wrathion looked slightly disgruntled, “An esteemed person such as I does not
beg.”
Anduin’s smile grew wider, “Really? Tough for you then, my shirt is staying
on.”
He was rewarded with a loud, melodramatic sigh, and Wrathion cleared his throat
with obvious emphasis, “Dear beloved Prince Anduin, remove your shirt. Please.”
“Alright. But I must say, that pout in your lip makes you look especially
adorable right now. You’re very cute when you grovel.”
Anduin only saw a brief split-second of Wrathion’s fiery glare before his hands
gripped at his shirt, and subsequently ripped it open with ease.
“Waste of a shirt.”
“I’m sure you won’t be shedding any tears over it.” Wrathion purred.
The prince grinned and pulled his companion into another smooch, he was
surprised at the relative ease of so suddenly engaging in such passionate
intimacy, as if he had been kissing him all his life.
That was love, he presumed.
After another smouldering embrace, Wrathion’s lips left his own then made their
way down, pecking across his chin, throat, torso, stomach, each place where his
mouth touched leaving a tingling sensation, and when they reached the area of
skin just underneath his belly button Anduin let out a soft moan at the
sensitivity of having Wrathion’s head so very close to his crotch. The dragon
heard this, and with a smirk, sucked gently at the spot of flesh, causing the
prince to writhe slightly with the pleasure seeping across his being.
“Just how far do you plan on going Wrathion?” Anduin enquired down at him, face
a little flushed from trying to hold back breathy groans in fear of making a
spectacle of himself.
He glanced up at him, “I’m not sure I understand the question.”
“Well, what were you planning on the two of us doing. How much would sate you,
so to speak?”
“Sate me? You’re sounding as if I’m some flesh-hungry monster.” He chuckled.
The brief thought of ‘well, aren’t you?’ ran through his mind but he didn’t
think Wrathion would take to it too kindly.
Anduin inhaled sharply as Wrathion’s roaming hands brushed past his nipples,
leaving a wave of arousal that fed into his groin, “I mean, I’m fine with
whatever we do tonight. I want to experience as much as I can with you, I was
wondering if you felt the same.” He admitted.
When would he get to touch Wrathion again? When would he get to have him in his
bed? This wasn’t something he was able to take slow, he had to grab at as much
as he could,
before Wrathion left yet again.
The dragon paused at this question, before slumping down into a more relaxed
posture, “Most definitely. Yes.”
His chest thudded with happiness and with an impulse he cupped Wrathion’s
slightly confused face and gave him a heart-felt smile.
“Why are you looking at me like that, it makes me feel uncomfortable.” The
dragon teased, though still unsure why Anduin was looking at him like a mother
would do to a child.
“You just make me smile, that’s all.”
Wrathion let out a mildly embarrassed huff, “This is the worst bedroom talk
I’ve ever heard.”
“This is the only bedroom talk you’ve ever heard!”
Laughing, Wrathion placed his palm over Anduin’s for a few seconds then removed
it from this face, instead bringing it up to his lips where he placed a tender
kiss behind his knuckles.
“I… really have missed you.” He breathed.
“And I you.”
They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, before Wrathion leaned down to
initiate another deep, passionate kiss. His fingers danced and smoothed across
the span of Anduin’s torso, and when they dragged across his nipples the prince
let out a feverish moan into their mouths, causing Wrathion to withdraw from
him slightly to speak.
“Does that… feel good?” He seemed intrigued.
Anduin nodded with a breathy sigh, “Yeah. It does.”
Pleased with this information, Wrathion moved his attention southward, abruptly
grabbing at the nubs of flesh and eliciting a cry from the man below him.
“Careful! They’re sensitive!” Anduin gasped, although feeling pleasure it was
slightly of the overstimulated sort. Unfortunately this seemed to amuse
Wrathion who only eased his grip slightly, still pulling his nipples taut from
his body and stretching the skin.
“You still seem to be enjoying it though.” He purred.
Anduin furrowed his brow, mouth pressed tightly shut to prevent moans from
slipping off his tongue. Subsequently he raised his arms to glide his hands
underneath Wrathion’s jacket. “What are you-“ The Black Prince began, before
holding back a rather loud and involuntary whine which caught in his throat as
Anduin roughly grabbed at him in the same way.
“Alright, alright I get it!” He cried, his voice a little breathless as
Anduin’s fingers pressed tighter when Wrathion still didn’t seem to be letting
up. Anduin merely snorted and let his hands go limp.
“So touchy…”
“Well I’m not letting some two year old fresh out of the egg do with me as he
pleases,” Anduin paused with a look of mild distain, “Dear gods, saying that
out loud sounds even worse…”
Wrathion narrowed his eyes at him, “Hmph. I told you, dragons have different
development spans to humans! What two year olds do you know who can speak full
Common?”
As if to spite his comments the dragon gently lowered himself back down to rest
on his body, face pressed against the soft muscles of his pectorals. He began
to lazily flick his tongue out to stroke along the skin making Anduin shift
slightly at the sensation.
“Stop playing around.”
“Alright, would you like me to get serious then?” Wrathion laughed as his
forked tongue darted out to tentatively poke at a slightly sore nipple, making
Anduin take in a sharp breath.
Judging his reaction as a positive one, Wrathion began to tweak and twirl his
tongue across his chest, watching in fascination at the way his ribcage heaved
and jittered and paying particular note to the noises in his throat rising with
volume with every deft flick of the tongue. Each time the slick muscle pressed
at his nipple Anduin shook that little more, a mild twitch showing in his lip
or his brow as if unable to hold back his body’s reactions to Wrathion’s
teasing. Really, seeing Anduin writhe and come undone in front of his very eyes
was perhaps the most wondrously fascinating thing he had seen so far, and
rather than feel satedhe found himself in the peculiar conundrum that he
hungered for even more.
Following that instinctive hunger he shifted to chase his tongue down onto his
nipple, sucking deeply and silently delighting in the surprised yet passionate
gasp that left his lover’s now opened lips.
“G-gods Wrathion,” Anduin’s hands smoothed through his hair again. Eager to
hear more Wrathion doubled in his efforts to gently massage and flick and suck
and indulge in whatever motion seemed to hit the right note in making the
prince burst into momentary song. Anduin found his toes curling as Wrathion
flicked his tongue from side to side at a frantic pace, hands desperately
clinging onto strands of hair, body instinctively curving up to melt into the
sensation bending him into a pleasant bow, he was feeling so good it was almost
maddening and the pleasure took over his senses as if it were a violent fever.
“Touch me.” He ground out harshly, desperate for an even more richer taste of
that feeling.
Wrathion momentarily withdrew from him with a bewildered snort, “I already am.”
“No, I mean,” Anduin took hold of Wrathion’s hand and placed it on the front of
his pants, where an evident hardness sat, “Touch me here.” He studied the area
for a few moments as if slightly unsure, the look of which did not run by
Anduin unnoticed.
“You doknow what I mean by this right?” Anduin enquired, although shaking and
breathless he managed to have enough composure to utter out at least a few
articulate sentences. It was extremely bold on his part, but the feelings he
had towards Wrathion seemed to push him into actions he would never dare
consider in his lifetime. Maybe father and Jaina were right, the dragon was a
bad influence on him indeed. Most certainly as he was cavorting with the very
dragon in his bedchambers while everyone else slept, how utterly scandalous.
“I do. But, obviously it’s nothing I have experience with.” Wrathion confessed,
muttering the words with a tone that seemed to suggest annoyance at coming
across something where his knowledge fell short.
Anduin sat up, feeling a little aware of the deep heat settled in his cheeks
which certainly indicated he was blushing bright red. They stared at each other
for a few moments, before Anduin cleared his throat and let out a small nervous
laugh, “No one said this had to be perfect, it’s okay to take things slow.”
Wrathion said nothing but pressed a kiss against his cheek, shifting closer to
him so they were sat chest to chest. The prince leaned in gently to whisper in
his ear, “How about I show you?”
“I suppose that would be acceptable.”
His tongue instantly darted out to wet his lips in lightheaded nervousness as
he moved his hand to gingerly touch at Wrathion’s waistband. With his face
pressed against his forehead, Wrathion was looking down and watching his
movements extremely intently, which did nothing to aid the butterflies swimming
up in his stomach. Light petting and kissing was one thing, but this was a step
further so a little tentativeness was to be expected in this situation.
Feeling his fingers slip between skin and fabric Anduin’s breath hitched as he
gently slid his pants and undergarments down, he contemplated a few brief
worried thoughts of whether dragon anatomy would be any different, or what if
dragons simply didn’t get off this way. His musings fell short as he caught
glimpse of Wrathion’s hard erection peeking out from the unravelling clothing.
Resting his palms on Wrathion’s thighs he placed a firm kiss on his slightly
parted lips, “Just watch me.” He breathed. Of course being an adolescent on the
cusp of adulthood meant that the exploration of his body was not something he
was unused to, he knew what felt nice, he knew what worked well, he just hoped
he could make Wrathion feel the same.
Bracing himself for a second or two, Anduin reached between them and grasped
Wrathion’s firm cock noticing the slight twitch in his expression as his
fingers wrapped around the base. With their foreheads resting upon each other
it was easy to hear his companion’s laboured breathing, the heat of it brushing
past his lips and running down his jaw. He seemed to radiate far more warmth
than was natural for a human as if he could hack out fire at any moment, but
that simply served to intrigue him more, their differences were incredibly
endearing to him to the point where it became an addicting magnetism, his
thoughts, his morals, his beliefs, Wrathion was a mesmerising parallel that
Anduin couldn’t help but to indulge in further.
Running off these feelings, Anduin began to very lightly and gently pump
Wrathion’s erection to gauge his reaction. The dragon’s eyes narrowed, his
mouth falling agape ever so slightly revealing pointed sharp teeth and the
first stirrings of moans began to bubble from his throat. After all, Anduin had
been the more vocal one so far in their tryst, and to make the high and mighty
Black Prince buckle on his knees was an honour he could definitely utilise in
later arguments. At least that was what he was intending, despite Wrathion
sighing deeply and falling into his motions he felt a hand snake its way into
his breeches and grip him in very much the same way, the sudden unexpected
sensation of Wrathion’s hand on his cock made him cry out in pleasured shock.
“Tut tut. Not so loud, you wouldn’t want anyone walking in on us would you?”
Wrathion purred, although very much as condescending as ever his sentences came
out noticeably weakened and shallow.
But gods, actually having Wrathion’s hands on him set his nerves on fire,
everywhere Wrathion touched seemed to leave him with electricity swimming in
his skin but to have it on such a place was maddeningly wonderful.
On the cusp of a snappy retort, Anduin shuddered as Wrathion’s hold on him
became much firmer and could scarcely stop himself from letting out a
continuous stream of haughty noises as Wrathion began to fist his erection at a
persistent pace.
“Ugh. You-“ Again cut off from giving Wrathion a piece of his mind, the
dragon’s mouth was upon his the moment he opened it and a slick tongue pressed
itself inside. Desperately trying not to be outdone the prince began to pump
Wrathion harder which merely seemed to incite him into being more frantic in
his efforts upon his mouth and cock. It felt as if he were being positively
devoured, utterly overwhelmed, his moaning voice muffled by the dragon’s
demanding mouth as he battled to keep in control of himself. All his senses had
slipped away to only focus on Wrathion, and Wrathion’s skin, and Wrathion’s
touch, and Wrathion’s body possessively grinding against him. The hand on his
cock was beginning to speed up now, and he wanted nothing more than to throw
his head back and let the dragon pump him harder until he reached that glorious
peak, spilling out all over their warm slicked bodies.
He was very good at this, already, Anduin was finding it difficult now to
remember to keep pleasuring Wrathion when the Black Prince seemed insistent on
trying to make him weep with the sensation of it all.
He realised with mortification, as Wrathion seemed to find a very delectable
pace which made his throat croak with delighted cries, that he was extremely
close already and immediately began to press against Wrathion’s chest before he
came right there and then.
“What? What’s the matter?” The dragon responded in a mildly irritated tone.
Taking a look at the heavy shuddering of Anduin’s body as he gulped in air
seemed to answer his question however, the prince still held his hands firm
against Wrathion’s ribcage feeling the thick pulsing of his heart through the
fabric.
“You’re taking things too fast, I won’t be able to continue much longer if you
keep touching me like that.” Anduin muttered, embarrassment obvious with the
way his shoulders slumped.
Unable to hold back a flash of amusement, Wrathion chuckled at him, fingers
itching to resume playing with his body, “Ah, but the expressions you pull are
far too delectable for me to not!” Anduin felt himself heat up further, though
he was surprised that such a thing was possible by how ragged his body seemed.
Nonetheless he was an active participant in this, and he most certainly was not
going to let Wrathion take the lead and charge ahead without his consultation.
Though as he thought about it, that was often a facet which seemed to form the
basis of most of their interactions.
“Just… just hold on a minute.” Anduin palms smoothed southward which Wrathion’s
unnaturally glowing eyes followed, “Sit back for just a few moments, it’ll be
better for both of us if we take it a bit slower.” Not to mention he needed a
few moments to cool his head, he had been extremely close to being pushed over
the edge.
A grumbling, “Better for you maybe.” sounded above him, but the dragon
eventually became silent as he stared in curiosity as Anduin bent down and
sunlight coloured strands of hair tickled at the exposed areas of skin around
his navel. His surprise became more obviously etched on his face as Anduin
smiled up at him, his small pink tongue peeking out of those abused lips of
his.
Evidently Wrathion had no idea what was going on, the amusement of his naivety
almost overpowered the heavy bout of fluttering nervousness in the pit of the
prince’s stomach. Giving himself a brief second of composure, he opened his
mouth and smothered the tip of Wrathion’s cock.
“S-surely you have no experience with this.” The dragon ground out, as Anduin
took in more and more of his erection into that heavenly soft, wet, pliant
heat. Feeling his cock fill his mouth was yet again another new sensation to
add to his endless list of ‘filthy things he had done with Wrathion this
night.’ A list he was probably going to mull over for potentially the rest of
his life.
Looking a little lost at what he was supposed to be doing with his hands as
Anduin buried his dick firmly into his orifice, he ended up catching the
prince’s attention. “My hair.” He panted, briefly parting from Wrathion’s sex
to grasp a wavering hand, placing it at the nape of his neck. With that and
with little hesitation he dipped back down, feeling the warm muscle slide to
the back of his throat and tightening his lips around the length. Obviously
this was nothing he had experience with, all of this was simple guesswork
gleaned from raucous lewd comments spat out by drunken tavern-goers sharing
tales of their exploits, and a little from A Steamy Romance novel he had
chanced upon.
Regardless it felt as if he were doing it right, Wrathion was fidgeting
excessively whilst shivering out harsh panting noises as Anduin began to suck
and tug at his sturdy erection, smoothing his lips up and down the length. It
was not of steady precise movements, his mouth more-so experimented with
alternating pressures and positioning of his tongue, still a little unsure of
the exact flow of how a blowjob should be, or what made Wrathion cry out the
loudest. Nonetheless it seemed he appreciated his efforts, the fingers at his
hairline moved upward to briskly skim through the strands, settling at his
fringe and fisting into a tight ball. The sensation of being so tightly pressed
against his crotch egged him on, eager to make Wrathion unwind further he
pressed his cock a little further into his throat, trying to engulf as much of
the flesh as he could. He inwardly grinned at the muffled moan that sounded
from above him as he slid his mouth to the tip and pressed him in deeper and
deeper with each motion. A taste of something a little peculiar hit his taste
buds and Anduin momentarily pulled away to eye the pre-come seeping out from
the head of his cock.
However, looking up at Wrathion was a much more intriguing sight, the dragon
had such an uncharacteristically delicate, overwhelmed expression on his
features that it made Anduin’s heart skip a few beats. With his eyes closed
shut, he was unprepared for Anduin’s hot tongue suddenly slipping through his
parted lips to give him a lustful kiss, an action that may or may not have been
out of revenge from earlier, a hand found its way to the back of his head in
the process and he found himself ground tightly to the other’s body.
When they finally parted from the prince’s demanding embrace, Wrathion let out
a mock noise of disgust as he placed a soft palm on the side of Anduin’s face.
“Disgusting! I know where that mouth has been!” He reprimanded, but still
feeling rather too good to truly chastise.
A small bubble of laughter was all that Wrathion received in response, as
Anduin moved away to bend back down and slide his thick erection keenly through
his lips. This time the motions were much more aggressive, much more focused,
Anduin silently delighted at the soft cries being torn from Wrathion’s throat
as he hungrily swallowed his cock. As he sped up with his ministrations so too
did Wrathion’s breathing, and before long he was a writhing gasping mess
tearing a little painfully at the hair on his head. He felt he was getting the
grasp of what to do now with this sort of thing, he sucked in to produce the
right amount of pressure, to smother Wrathion’s dick with the slick heat of his
mouth and to get the right kind of pace which made him shake a little from the
sensation.
He could only imagine how wanton and filthy the scene looked, a thought which
sent a further rush of blood to his groin. Him, on his hands and knees
shamelessly pleasuring another man. A small prickle of paranoia of being walked
in upon surfaced, the repercussions of which he daredn’t imagine, but it would
seem the lewd danger of their coupling only heightened the pleasure which
swarmed in his head.
As the dragon’s throaty moans began to rise in pitch indicating a close
release, Anduin slowed down slightly, of which Wrathion expressed his immediate
disappointment,
“Ugh. Come on now, that’s a little unfair!” He whined.
Vaguely irritated at Wrathion acting like a young brat, he released his cock
out of playful spite.
Wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand Anduin sat back up to his full
height, giving Wrathion a chastising look, “And I told you that I wanted to go
slower, if we played by your rules we would have been over and done with
several minutes ago.” Although his body was very much keen to resume their
tryst he diligently stuck to his own self-restraint, a chance like this was
unlikely to come around in a while and he wanted to milk out as much enjoyment
in this as he possibly could.
Additionally, like hell was he going to be swept away by Wrathion’s tide.
“Well alright then, so Mr. ‘slow and steady wins the race’ what now?” Wrathion
sneered, obviously a little bitter at such a delectable pleasure being abruptly
stolen away from him. Evidently he should have tried to bed the prince far
earlier in their friendship, he had been missing out.
“It’s not a game either, there’s no set system of rules, we just do what we
like.” Anduin responded bluntly.
Wrathion smirked, taking his face kissing him deeply, and Anduin found his
hands dragging along his jaw also. This time their kisses were far more
violent, they were both pent up with lust and fire for each other that even
simple kissing made Anduin feel as if he could come right there and then. He
wasn’t sure if that was just an issue of his inexperience, or if it were
because of Wrathion.
Gasping heavily into his mouth once they parted, Anduin murmured at him, “What
would you like to do now? I could finish you if you really want…”
It took a few moments of deliberation on Wrathion’s part, his brow furrowed
into a thoughtful and tentative expression and he leaned in a little closer to
nibble at Anduin’s ear. “Men can… have sex with each other right?” He
whispered.
His face flushed crimson immediately at the mention of sex, Wrathion wanted to
have sexwith him? Granted the things they had been doing the past hour were
hardly of a modest variety, but sex was another great leap from that sort of
thing surely? Despite that, no semblance of a rejection dwelled in his mind,
Anduin let his hands fall at Wrathion’s sides as he gave a small silent nod.
“Then, I would very much like to make love to you, if I may.”
Anduin gulped, nervous that the hammering in his chest would be so loud that
Wrathion could hear it. Make love.He picked over the words with delirious
happiness, most certainly a more heartfelt action than simply having sex.
Though really if he imagined having sex with Wrathion, sex was not the word he
would have used either, it was too clinical, implied no other connection
between them. The swarming excitement within him whenever he saw Wrathion gave
too much fire to their interactions, he couldn’t possibly have sex with
Wrathion, it would have to be making love, there would be no other term for it.
And really, such a statement to Anduin was as good as him uttering the words,
‘I love you’, and perhaps deep within that tinkering dragon brain of his maybe
those words were on the tip of his tongue, but for now this sufficed. It was
enough to make his heart soar.
“That’s fine, yes.” He murmured, feeling a little out of control with
maintaining the ability to breathe. “Please take your clothes off though, it
feels awkward being the only one exposed.”
Complying, Wrathion shucked off his jacket and a few other lighter garments,
“And then…?”
Anduin sucked in a breath, “And then…” He clamoured out of his now bedraggled
bed sheets to search through one of his oak drawers across the room. Admittedly
this was something he discovered borne of his own curiosity, how do men have
sex with each other? It took a few discreet readings from rather adult
bookshelves, but he had found his answer.  He at least knew there had to be
lubrication and preparation, thus he fumbled with the contents of his drawers
for the small tub of jelly he knew he kept there.
As he settled back down onto the bed, tub in hand, Wrathion brushed up against
him bristling with intrigued energy. Anduin admired the smooth span of his body
running his fingers lightly down over his chest, an action made to try and
distract himself from the thick lump in his throat. There really wasn’t any
going back from this, he really was going to lose his virginity to a dragon of
all people.
“I’ve, uhm, done this part before so I’ll take charge with this alright?”
Anduin said quietly, pulling down his trousers to fully undress. Wrathion
seemed to have put the pieces together rather quickly, and nuzzled at the skin
of his throat, “Oh? How lewd.” He smirked, eyes trained on the popped cap of
the jelly. Anduin curtly ignored him and carried on with his motions, he had
just about coated his fingers and reached behind him before Wrathion’s firm
grip held his arms in place.
“I want to see you do it.” He stated, a twinkling mischievousness in his
expression. Anduin grimaced a little at the thought of something so
terrifyingly embarrassing, completely baring himself in front of another man,
but in honesty it would be a lie to say it didn’t turn him on. Giving Wrathion
a begrudging look, he shakily dropped to his hands and knees and shifted to get
into a more comfortable position.
Gulping a little, he took a dollop of the jelly and smothered his entrance with
the lubricant.
With his face pressed side-on into the mattress he could just about make out
the sight of Wrathion staring at him through the corner of his eye, being
examined so intently sent a red hot shiver down his spine, the nervousness in
his gut had never truly gone away but it was the sort of anticipatory feeling
which merely heightened his senses and made everything just that little more
exciting and wonderful. He wondered if Wrathion felt the same, but who really
knew what Wrathion was thinking.
Pushing aside his reservations, he took his shaking middle finger and began to
slide his way inside, instantly reacting to the sensation. “Mmm.” Anduin
gasped, gazing in rapture at Wrathion’s entranced face. Doing it himself was
nice, but having someone watch him whilst committing such an obscene act was
something of a completely different calibre. Biting at his lip, he slipped into
himself, burying his finger right up to the knuckle before pushing in another
digit and began lightly thrusting with both fingers.
He was certain he heard Wrathion swallow thickly.
“Is this… alright?” He shivered out, embarrassment still tinged the tips of his
ears, but the debilitating thoughts of having Wrathion deep inside him… Well,
he mused that he would actually do even more depraved things than this to have
a taste of what that would feel like.
When Wrathion didn’t answer him he stilled, moving from his position a tad to
get a better glimpse at his face. However when he did, the dragon abruptly
climbed on top of him, gripping at his shoulders to flip him onto his back and
pressing his body flush against his. Anduin’s eyes fell half-lidded, sucking in
air sharply at the sudden rush of excitement at being dominated so abruptly.
Being at roughly similar heights their erections rubbed against each other, and
his toes curled at the sensation.
“What is it?” Anduin smiled, a husky lilt tinting his voice.
“It would seem you’re right about me, I’m very impatient indeed.” Wrathion
breathed back, “I blame you however, you’re absolutely insufferable.”
“Really now? I most definitely would say the same about you.” Anduin laughed,
not missing Wrathion reaching around him to coat his own fingers in the jelly.
Although he had braced himself for what was about to come the actual feeling of
Wrathion pressing into him was something completely different to his
expectations. Embarrassingly he let out an ecstatic hiss as two of his fingers
easily pushed inside without much difficulty, but unable to properly look him
in the eyes this time he turned his head and scrunched his eyelids tight, his
palms finding solace on Wrathion’s slender shoulders.
“What a wonderful sight.” Wrathion said, thick lust evident in his tone,
“Breath-taking even, do you have any idea how you look right now my dear
wonderful prince?”
Although he very much wanted to open his eyes to see what kind of expression
Wrathion was displaying right then, he simply couldn’t, everything was far too
much, and it was taking a monumental amount of willpower not to let himself
slip into orgasm as Wrathion’s unyielding fingers slicked against his prostate.
He wanted to answer him, probably to give him some dry sarcastic retort as per
usual, alas it was impossible, the only noises that left his lips were
desperate hoarse cries. It would seem that the dragon had caught onto where his
erogenous zones lied, and began pressing into him mercilessly.
If this was how it felt with merely his fingers, then he dreaded to think how
he would react when they finally joined their bodies.
He found that having his sight tightly shut off made his other senses that
little more keen. Like being attuned to the sharp shallow intakes of Wrathion’s
breath, or feeling the heat of being penetrated that little more strongly. He
became aware of another finger nudging at this entrance before Wrathion stilled
to speak,
“I’m doing this right am I not?”
The brief respite from his motions granted Anduin a thin amount of clarity, he
blearily opened an eye to give him a approving nod,
“Yeah, that’s right. You’re doing perfectly, actually.” He slowly replied.
Obviously the comment went straight to the dragon’s head, Wrathion grinned with
a prideful expression, “Hmph, as if you could expect any less of me!” He opened
his mouth yet again to probably unleash some other pretentious remark, but
instead the words died out and his face turned a tad meek and contemplative,
“Thank you… though.”
“Thank you for what?”
“For being with me. For being my companion? Hm…” He mulled over his words for a
second or two, “I suppose, that I want to say, thank you for letting me have
this experience with you.  I know you’re probably taking a big gamble to cavort
with a person like me.” Anduin blinked up in surprise at him, “Well yes,
granted you’re possibly the one person in the entire world my relations would
rather not me befriend. But I don’t regret this, I don’t think I’ll ever regret
this.”
Anduin felt his heart skip a few beats as Wrathion gave him possibly the most
pure and genuine smile he had ever seen him display thus far,
“Are you aware of how terribly fond I am of you?”
“Well considering you broke into my room and you’re now on top of me naked I’m
presuming very much so.” Anduin snickered, unable to hold back the witty
response from jumping off his tongue.
“Hilarious.” Wrathion responded, carefully rolling out the syllables and
punctuating the tail of the word with a sharp thrust of his fingers into the
depths of the prince’s pliant body. Anduin was very much unprepared and jerked
violently at such a sudden shock of pleasure, letting a drawn-out hiss seep
through his lips.
“Although I very much love our chats I’ve found I prefer your voice when you’re
calling out like an animal in heat.” Wrathion teased, angling himself to push
in a third finger. This time Anduin did feel the mild burn of pressure on his
body, and bit his lip to steel himself through the numb pain. Wrathion almost
pulled out upon seeing such an expression, however Anduin’s hand quickly
latched on to hold him in place, “It’s fine, keep going please.” He whispered.
In response the dragon moved more slowly and carefully, sliding in with
delicate precision, and once the furrow in Anduin’s brow loosened considerably,
he began to speed up the thrusting of his fingers feeling the muscle begin to
give and adjust to the intrusion.
Though he very much knew what was supposed to follow, Anduin’s heart raced to
an impossibly fast beat as Wrathion finally removed his digits and sat back to
meet his eyes. Anticipation trickled down his spine and ran off as sweat down
his skin, and before his nonsensical racing thoughts reached a deafening pitch
he grasped one of Wrathion’s hands and held it firm against his cheek.
Opening his mouth, his voice sounded laughably quiet, “You can do it now, if
you want.”
It would seem Wrathion had no retort to give him, his body instead slumped down
to cover his, chest to chest and lips to lips. Immediately Anduin’s hands
curled in over his back, holding him tightly and dear, silently melting into
his scent and the feel of his warm body. He wound his legs up around the base
of the dragon’s spine, ignoring the slight pinch in his bones at such an
awkward position. His grip tightened that little more as he felt his cock nudge
up against him, Wrathion’s palm winding down to hold it steady in place. He
breathed in several times, let the butterflies swim up and tingle in his chest.
He loved Wrathion, most definitely he did, and despite all the trials and
trauma in the world to at least have a brief moment of absolute indulgence with
him made everything that little lighter. For now he could forget about all the
troubles that niggled in his head.
Wrathion pursed his lips, and gently pressed up against him.
The thick blunt feeling of his erection sliding into him was something
remarkably peculiar, Anduin found himself gaping immediately as his slicked
cock worked its way inside. The further he pressed in the more the prince
gulped and heaved with the sensation of it, scarcely aware that his fingertips
that were lightly pressed on Wrathion’s back had begun to dig into the skin.
“Wrathion, Wrathion, I…”Anduin gasped. Wrathion was unable to reply however,
his breathing had roughened into a quiet growl.
The dragon was being meticulously slow, in a more clearer mindset Anduin would
have realised he was trying to be gentle with him, even so it only seemed to
draw out the tingling, maddening heat in his stomach as Wrathion slid into him
deeper and deeper and deeper. As Wrathion reached as far in as he could go
Anduin shifted and instead flung his arms around his shoulders, nuzzling his
head into the side of his cheek, desperate for some form of release from the
aching in his veins. It already felt so wonderful, the sensation of them so
tightly wound in each other’s arms and connected in such an carnal manner,
despite a few niggles and pains in the stretching of his body it was still very
much wonderful. With his eyes bound shut he blindly fumbled for Wrathion’s
panting mouth, greeted with the same kind of desperation as they smoothed their
lips together, kissing with frantic fervour.
As they embraced, Wrathion steadily pulled his hips back and thrusted into him
lightly, Anduin’s body immediately shook from the motion, gasping out his name
instinctively. As if spurred by the prince’s sultry whimper Wrathion took in
another heave of his lower half only to be met with the same kind of response.
The feeling of his cock grazing against his most sensitive areas with each
soft, delicate thrust was an overwhelming sensation, even at such a slow pace.
Anduin cried out as Wrathion began to press into him more consistently, letting
the ecstasy of it all coil through his body as each movement sent his senses
haywire, hungry for more of that absurdly addicting feeling, the feeling of
Wrathion on top of him, inside of him.
Once the dragon seemed content that Anduin was not in any major discomfort he
began to settle into a mild pace, and once the initial shock and the cloying
nervousness of such an experience began to fade Anduin too felt more settled in
their coupling. The senses that were fogged out returned, Anduin could feel the
slick friction of their bodies against one another, the hot skin that simmered
under his fingertips and the stretch and pull of the muscles of his shoulders.
There was the feeling of Wrathion’s curled black hair occasionally brushing
against his forehead, the sound of his heavy, sharp breathing mingling with
his, which both matched the peak of each thrust, and-
Anduin opened his eyes, startled to see Wrathion watching at him with
mesmerised endearment.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” The prince croaked, the moments where
Wrathion hit inside of him warbling the melody of the sentence.
“You’re pretty to look at.” Wrathion laughed back, voice now cowed into a soft
whisper.
“Y-you too.” Anduin immediately admitted, grimacing a little as Wrathion ground
up against a particularly delicious spot, unable to subdue a gasp from slipping
from his lips.
The Black Prince seemed most intent on coaxing as much noise from him as he
possibly could, jumping on such an utterance with delight as he drove into him
eager to elicit the same kind of pleasure. It worked, Anduin began to sing
lewdly as Wrathion’s hands found his hips and began to pierce into him over and
over, more bold as to work into a faster tempo.
Anduin’s body strained and shook underneath him, the fingers that previously
danced at the nape of his neck moved to grip onto the pillows at the side of
his head, clenching as if bearing some excruciating malaise that seeped through
his being. His mouth was widened, no longer trying to hold back the frantic
panting that ripped through his throat and no longer attempting to suppress the
volume of such utterances. Wrathion felt remarkably pleased by such a sight,
the prince of Stormwind gasping underneath him, looking particularly lovely and
handsome and debauched. He didn’t even have the heart to tell him that he was
perhaps being just a little too loud and there was a decent chance of someone
hearing them, not only because it would be quite amusing to see the result of
such a situation but because hearing such wanton delight from the prince sent a
heavy jolt of excitement and wonder right through him.
The thick pounding of his pulse seemed to tighten in his throat, the tight
pressure in his groin coiling further and further, he needed more of the
prince, needed a more flavoursome taste. Wrathion sat up and gripped at
Anduin’s sides tightly, granting him a brief rest before impaling his eager
body deeply onto his cock. The delicious clenching of his muscles almost made
the dragon wince from the sensation, as he sheathed himself in and out, taking
heed of the rise in pitch of Anduin’s sweet cries. The prince’s leaking
erection bounced between them, and the sight of his own cock slipping in and
out of such a divine creature was mesmerising, but still it wasn’t enough, he
wanted more, needed more, needed to absolutely drown in him.
Very carefully taking hold of each leg he pushed and angled the prince’s body
further back, granting him a better angle of which to pound into his body. When
Wrathion slid into him even deeper than previous Anduin felt tears sting at his
eyes at the overwhelming pleasure being inflicted so unrelentlessly upon him.
“G-gods I-“ He began to babble, voice shaking with the hungry motions of
Wrathion’s body, “Wrathion, I can’t-“
Though it would seem the more Anduin begged (though really he wasn’t even sure
what he was begging for) the more Wrathion felt it prudent to be even more
merciless on the writhing mess of a human underneath him. He thrusted in hard
and deep, tearing cry after cry from Anduin’s now coarse throat. For the young
prince it was becoming almost too much, the overstimulation from such a
rapturous new feeling, the excited light-headedness of indulging in such a
pleasure with Wrathion of all people, it was as if he were going insane, he’d
never felt such a loss of control over himself and he was surprised at how
wonderful it all felt.
“Can I- How sturdy are you?” Wrathion’s breathy voice pulled him out of his
head somewhat, but the steady smack of the dragon’s hips against him made it
difficult to fully steady himself.
“If you’re asking me if you can be more rough with me, gods, yes-“ He could
scarcely finish the sentence before he felt his legs being hoisted up to rest
on Wrathion’s shoulders and a strong grip settling at his lower half. With
little hesitation the dragon began to ram into him far more harder and faster
than before, and the tears that welled in the bottom of the prince’s eyes began
to streak down his face which caught Wrathion’s ravenous attention within an
instant.
“Open your mouth.”
“What-“ Anduin had the sensation of his body being bent over, perhaps a little
too far to be comfortable, before Wrathion’s hot mouth was upon his, tongue
thrusting into him, kissing him far more violently and aggressively than he had
ever done so previously. The position made it difficult for Wrathion to
properly press into him with the same depth, but irregardless the sensation of
the Black Prince on top of him so frantically devouring his mouth and pounding
into him made everything absolutely unbearable. He was aware of how
embarrassingly desperate his weeping voice must have sound to him, however he
was thankful to have the Black Prince plugging his mouth since the noise would
have otherwise been atrociously loud.
When it seemed Wrathion was pleased that he had sufficiently made even more of
a shuddering mess of Anduin he moved back to slam into him as deeply as he
could, though with how much the prince was currently clawing at the sheets he
very much doubted the boy had much reserve left in him. Though the dragon
didn’t think he could particularly hold out much longer either due to such a
sight.
After a few more hard pushes into his body Anduin felt that his release was
very much imminent, he braced himself for it, let himself melt into the sheets
and laid there drowning in it all, letting his being be wracked by the dragon’s
movements, but Wrathion’s thrusts slowed and not long after he pulled out,
turning Anduin’s sultry cries into cries of a more irritated and pissed off
variety.
“What are you doing?!” He whined, sounding particularly needy but not having
too much care at the moment to berate himself. Wrathion didn’t so much as give
him an answer before pushing at the left hand side of his ribs indicating he
wished for him to turn over onto his stomach.
“I want to mount you.” The dragon growled out, barely giving Anduin chance to
flip himself over before his hips were grabbed and his lower half brought up to
his knees, face and torso still pressed against the mattress. It seemed
Wrathion had lubricated himself once more since his entry was incredibly
smooth, though at that point in time Anduin probably wouldn’t have even cared
very much if he hadn’t. The carefulness that the dragon had showed him when
they first started out had ran thin apparently, the prince barely had time to
adjust to such a new position and the different angling of the cock buried
inside him before Wrathion began to roughly pound into him.
With his hands able to fully manipulate Anduin’s body he pulled and tugged at
his hips along with his thrusts creating a pace far more aggressive, his dick
was slamming into him with a rough slapping sound echoing through the room, and
Anduin could do nothing but loudly cry out. Though he was initially bitter at
Wrathion pulling out right before his orgasm he had to say he was very pleased
that he had, the new position felt heavenly however he definitely wasn’t going
to be able to experience much of it, he was practically on the brink of coming.
He was painfully aware of how hard the erection between his legs was, clear
droplets running from the tip to drip onto the linen below, there would be a
mess to awkwardly try and clean up tomorrow he knew, but that was something he
could contend with later.
The dragon didn’t seem as if he wanted to let up his movements, not once did he
slow to allow Anduin the pleasure of catching his breath, not once did the pace
falter and when any change in speed did happen it was to piston into him even
faster. Needless to say it was obvious the Black Prince was chasing his own
orgasm, but making sure to pull Anduin down with him.
“Wrathion!” He gasped out, indeed it was too much, he couldn’t possibly,
feasibly hold out any longer. Though a little mortified that he was coming
without his dick even being touched, it mattered little with how good it felt,
with Wrathion’s cock slamming into such a delicate wonderful place. His body
straining and groaning from such a ferocious treatment, “I’m close I’m-“
Anduin wasn’t quite sure what was happening, obviously he had reached his peak
but the sudden mounting pleasure almost knocked him out with how violently it
flooded over him, he was vaguely aware that he was crying out Wrathion’s name,
but really the only sense he seemed to have any knowledge of was the euphoria
wracking through him. His body shivered and collapsed, cock twitching as he
came onto the now-soiled bedsheets with Wrathion’s movements also abruptly
coming to a halt, hearing a sharp gasp above him.
The light frame of the dragon prince slumped down on top on him, but in the
haze of post-coital bliss Anduin couldn’t react or offer him one word. Instead
he listened quietly to the sounds of their laboured panting, feeling quite
happy to simply lie there and not do anything for the rest of his life ever,
resting in his own fluids with a contented black dragon on his back seemed
completely all well and good at that very moment.
Though, after what felt like an eternity (but in reality was only a brief few
seconds) Wrathion cleared his throat, feeling the rumbling of his voice vibrate
softly on his skin, “Are you well?” He murmured, sounding quite dreamy and very
much unlike his usual self.
“Fine, I’m great.” Anduin whispered, noticing his voice felt a little more
hoarse than usual. Wrathion lazily slid off him to snuggle into his torso,
their limbs wrapping around one another in a tangled breathless mess.
“I must say, that was wonderful.”
“Yeah I enjoyed it too, it felt incredible actually.”
Wrathion softly chuckled at him, “You don’t say? I had no idea with the way you
were crying out so much, you actually did cry by the way.”
Anduin became aware of the warm dampness of his cheeks and aggressively dabbed
at his face, fending off a fierce blush, “Maybe I was crying because you were
so bad at it.” He weakly retorted.
“Unlikely.” The dragon grinned, “You quite obviously-“
They were suddenly startled by a clear heavy knocking on the prince’s
bedchamber door.
“Prince Wrynn? Are you alright? We were certain we heard noises and voices.”
The sound of a female guard came from the other side, Anduin immediately tensed
up. Oh gods, please no, out of all the things that could happen tonight, he
thought.
“Yes I’m quite alright, I was just having a bad dream, sorry to trouble you.”
He loudly replied, inwardly cringing at such a pathetically feeble excuse. But
honestly, what other excuse did he have? Sorry madam I was just talking to
myself? Sorry madam I was just losing my virginity to that morally questionable
black dragon everyone is keeping their eye on? Oh yes, please do let my father
know by the way.
“If you’re sure,” The guard sounded very unsure, Anduin wasn’t exactly certain
of how soundproof his door was, and a wave of mortification ran through him
over the thought that she could have potentially heard everything. They weren’t
being particularly quiet either, it’s not unreasonable to guess she had
probably heard a little more than she was letting on. Anduin wanted to sneak
his head under the covers and never resurface. He just hoped to the light that
wasn’t the case.
Besides, he mused, it’s not as if a guardsman would question their superior, at
the very most he just hoped absolutely none of it would be relayed back to his
father.
She left a few moments of silence as if unsure how to choose her words, “Well
if you’re certain you’re alright I shall leave you to your rest then sire.”
“Thank you very much, goodnight.” Anduin was halfway through his sentence when
he became aware of Wrathion’s body silently shaking next to his. Taking a peek
at his mirthful face he realised the dragon was violently suppressing laughter,
holy light.
“Goodnight Prince Wrynn.”
Once the guard’s footsteps eventually ebbed away he jabbed a little into
Wrathion’s sides, “It’s not funny!” He frantically whispered, “Do you realise
what could have happened!?”
“Oh yes! We would be quite the scandal, though I think the repercussions for
you would be far more dire than they would for me.” Wrathion smoothly
responded.
Anduin raised an eyebrow, “If my father got hold of you I very much doubt
that.”
“If, is the keyword there, I like to think I’m very good at slipping out of
trouble.”
The pair decided to slink over to a moderately more dry area of the bed, Anduin
laid on his back whilst Wrathion opted to press his head on his chest, as if
listening for his heartbeat.
“Hmph. So you’d leave me to handle that mess on my own?” The prince muttered
dryly.
“No, I’d take you with me,” Wrathion let out an amused noise, “Would you elope
with me?”
He started a little at such a question, feeling a rush of warmth spread up to
his cheeks, “Elope? With you? That’s quite the invitation isn’t it? Where
exactly would we go?” He scathingly replied, but with a small amount of
endearment laced in his words regardless. Wrathion raised his head to gently
touch at his lips with those black-nailed fingertips of his, “Anywhere you
want, wherever the winds would take us.”
Being swept away by a two year old dragon whelp was ridiculous, Anduin thought,
but irregardless here he was being swept away by a two year old dragon whelp.
He had a sturdy enough head to know the harsh realities of things however. “And
spend the rest of my life estranged from my father and friends running around
with a bunch of questionable rogues, how romantic.”
“Such a pessimist!” Wrathion smirked, “Surely being able to spend endless
amounts of time in my wonderful company would make up for that?”
“Mmm.” Anduin blithely muttered.
They laid there in silence, content in each other’s company and warmth, though
Anduin’s thoughts were ticking away and the joy of having such an experience
with Wrathion was being ebbed away by the thoughts of what was to come.
Wrathion would need to leave, Anduin would worry about him, he’d spend
countless days and nights contending with when they would see each other again.
Because really, a life with such a person was impossible, if it were some young
female noble he had become enamoured with, the proceedings would be relatively
simple. Ask for permission, get married, be happy, please the kingdom. There
would be none of that with Wrathion, but part of him cared very little. He
loved Wrathion so very deeply, Wrathion made him feel emotions he wouldn’t have
thought existed, he never felt more alive and incredible than when he was with
him.
The entire ordeal of loving Wrathion would probably break his heart in the end,
but maybe that was just how it was supposed to be. Life is fleeting and people
come and go, but it didn’t make his experiences with him and his feelings any
less important.
For now, he was content to just love Wrathion, like this.
“You have such a thoughtful expression on your face, is something the matter?”
The dragon in question tore him out of his thoughts somewhat.
“No, I just… When are you leaving?”
Wrathion blinked at him, “My, are you that eager to turn me out?
“It’s not like that,” Anduin sighed, “It was just a question.”
“Well, despite what you may think I did actually come here to spend time with
you, I was hoping to talk with you a little more.”
“Hah, you mean before you decided to ravish me in my bedchambers?”, The prince
snorted sarcastically, his hand sneaking its way down to lightly touch at the
strands of Wrathion’s hair. Wrathion laughed a little himself, “I suppose I saw
you looking so lovely laid in your bed like that that I couldn’t help those
kinds of thoughts. So really it’s your fault for being such a temptress.”
“So I’m a temptress now.” Anduin cocked an eyebrow, “My thanks.”
The two quietly laughed and talked for a good while, Wrathion resumed resting
on his chest, body heaving gently with each intake and release of breath, which
felt remarkably relaxing. Anduin was part way through a story about the latest
trite goings on in the drama-filled noble clique when a strange noise bubbled
through the Black Prince’s lips.
“Wrathion? Are you-?”
Taking a peek at the dragon’s face, he saw his eyelids slid firmly shut and
faint snores seeping from his mouth.
Though very slightly annoyed that Wrathion would fall asleep during a
conversation, a feeling of warmth surfaced at such a sight, it was late after
all, the lull of sleep was upon him himself.
Besides, who said Wrathion had to leave tonight? He could always try tomorrow,
but if daylight proved too dangerous he could maybe even stay till the next
night, right?
The prince wrapped his arms around the dragon’s slumbering form.
“Goodnight Wrathion.” Anduin whispered.
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