Gown Wriolette

Collab with my dear friend Uxia/moonleif on ao3! We were thirsting over wriolette in gowns, so she wrote this wonderful drabble on my DMs, and I did a continuation for it ❤️

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Neuvillette approached slowly but decisively, like a predator certain of its prey’s downfall. His pearlescent eyes gleamed under the faint light of Wriothesley’s room, each step followed by a loud clank of his heels against the metallic floor.

For a man used to leather, and simple cotton clothing, the silks and chiffons of Neuvillette’s gift on his skin were unusual, but he welcomed the soft and sheer embrace of the fabrics against his skin. This nakedness has little to do with that of the body, he feels bare beyond mere sight, unraveled, exposed.

Neuvillette’s fingers first reached the sheer gown, a deep scarlet contrasting greatly against Wriothesley’s pale skin. “What a fine gift.” The Iudex commented as if he hadn’t been the one who bought it. “Someone must have thought that your body belongs embraced by the finest textiles fashion can offer.” The gown glided between his elegant fingers as if made of water, Wriothesley could only bite his lip while staring at the motion. “A must commendable thought, I must say.” His voice was deep, almost a purr, and when he glanced at Wriothesley the Duke felt his heart tremble in anticipation.

“I take it that you like what you see.”

“Indeed.” Neuvillette smiled hungrily. “For a mere minute, I believed that a cat got your tongue, dear Duke.”

Wriothesley scoffed as if muttering that meager sentence hadn’t been an excruciating pain. “It’s not polite to interrupt the Iudex when he’s issuing a sentence.” Wriothesley’s fingers played aimlessly with a silken strap under his gown. At first, he had felt strange in such fine clothing, but under Neuvillette’s stare, it made perfect sense. The Iudex's eyes darted to his fingers, aimlessly playing with a scarlet strap meant to bind his new gown. He relished in that hungry gaze once again. “It’s not polite either to refuse a gift. Especially one so carefully chosen.”

Neuvillette scoffed, crawling above Wriothesley, their distance forgotten. “Some might consider this gift an attempt at bribery.” Neuvillette’s fingers replaced Wriothesley’s ministrations with the scarlet silken strap. His elegant and cold fingers danced upwards his arm in a slow caress, leaving shivers blooming in his skin. That lingering touch found its end on Wriothesley’s shoulder, causing the sleeve of his gown to slide down his shoulder and arm. “What are the Duke of Meropide's thoughts on the matter?” He asked with a smile, sly, sharp.

Wriothesley shrugged. “If it is an attempt at bribery there’s no other option but to remove it from me. I wouldn’t want to face more charges against a court of law ever again.” He scoffed. “I swear, I’ve been a good boy this time.”

Neuvillette cupped Wriothesley’s face with one hand, perfect nails caressing his jaw. “I concur. What a good boy.”