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dracoqueen22a/n: Aka, the smutty chapter. ;)
Jack of All Trades
Chapter Three - Consequences and Repercussions
If Fjord thinks asking for a blowjob is some kind of punishment, clearly he hasn’t learned a thing. Molly loves sucking dick. Specifically, he loves sucking Fjord’s dick. He loves making the half-orc turn weak in the knees, tremble with want, and dissolve into hungry gasps and moans.
It’s a power unlike anything Molly has at his disposal.
Punishment? Hah. More like reward.
He sucks Fjord into his mouth, sucks him deep enough to taste the saltiness over the length of his tongue and nudge the back of his throat. He swallows, tightening the pressure around the head of Fjord's dick, and Fjord visibly shudders, head knocking back against the tree trunk.
He's got a handful of Molly's hair and a tight grip on his shoulder, and both are squeezing in time to Molly's slow suckling. He's going to draw this out as long as possible because he can, and because he has something to prove.
Fjord smells of sweat and musk and forest and blood. It's been a couple days since their last bath, and the smell of him is thick and heady. Molly moans around the length of Fjord and bobs his head a few times, tightening the suction of his lips, more pre-come dribbling over his tongue.
Fjord mutters a curse and bucks into Molly's mouth, but he pulls back at the last second, lips wrapped around the head of Fjord’s dick and nothing more. He tongues the slit, laps up the salty drops.
"Stop teasin'," Fjord demands.
Ah, but he's not the one in control here. It only seems like it.
Molly laughs around Fjord's dick and swallows him again, tongue stroking a firm pressure along the length of it while he works his throat around the head. Fjord groans, long and low, and his head knocks back against the tree again, his fingers scraping over Molly's scalp in a way that makes him purr.
Molly gives him a few bobs, lets him think he's going to let Fjord spill. Builds him up with sucks and licks and speed and when Fjord moans, Molly abruptly backs up, letting his dick bob freely in the cool night air. It's an angry color, swollen and firm, beading at the tip.
Molly laps up the dribble. "You have to be quiet, Fjord," he admonishes playfully, his tail swishing behind him as hazy gold eyes try to focus. "You don't want to wake anyone up do you?" He slips a hand into Fjord's trousers and cups his scrotum, rolling the balls with his fingertips before giving them the gentlest of tugs.
Fjord makes a sound that is not at all human, a low, guttural growl. He arches his back and then shoves his knuckles into his mouth, muffling himself. His fingers dug into Molly's shoulder, pricking against the fabric of his shirt.
"Be very, very quiet," Molly murmurs and takes Fjord into his mouth again, Fjord throbbing hot and hungry over his tongue.
There's no teasing this time. He sucks Fjord deep and swallows him, over and over, fingers toying with his balls while he works his mouth over Fjord's cock, the wet slide of flesh and flesh barely audible over the sounds of the forest.
Fjord exhales loudly around his knuckles, and his head tips back against the tree again. His fingers tighten in Molly's air, but he knows better than to push now. He knows better than to try and hurry Molly's pace.
Molly hums in his throat, and takes Fjord deep, sucking hard at him. He gently squeezes and fondles and ever so lightly scrapes his fingernail against that thin strip of flesh between Fjord's balls and asshole.
The sound Fjord makes is divine, and even muffled, it's loud enough to carry back to their campsite. Molly grins as Fjord's fingers yank on his hair, and then he comes, spilling down Molly's throat, biting hard on his knuckles to muffle his noises.
By the gods, he's delicious. Molly has to have him. He'll just have to be quick about it. He drops one hand to his trousers, fumbling with the ties to pull himself out, his own dick straining at the fabric, leaving a damp spot behind.
Fjord's come spills over his tongue, and rather than swallow it, Molly holds it in his mouth. He waits, gently massaging Fjord's balls while Fjord softens in his mouth, cock twitching from too much stimulation. He sighs the sigh of the satisfied, looking down at Molly with a bleary gaze.
Now's the time.
Molly stands, sliding his hand free of Fjord's trousers to grip him by the hips and spin him around. Fjord makes a noise of confusion, but he goes willingly, bracing his hands on the tree.
"What're you doing?"
Molly cups his hand under his mouth, letting Fjord's come dribble over his fingers before he slicks his cock with the spill. He shudders as his dick throbs, arousal pulsing hot and heavy through his veins. He's not going to last long.
"You'll have to be quiet," Molly purrs as he nibbles on the back of Fjord's neck, and Fjord's head hangs obligingly, giving him room to work.
"Just don't make a mess."
"Oh, that's inevitable, darling." Molly chuckles and tugs Fjord's trousers further down, baring the curve of his ass.
And such a fine ass it is. Molly can't help but give it a grope or two, a shiver of anticipation dancing down his spine. He drags his finger down the crease, still slightly slick from Fjord's spend, but he's not going to make that much of a mess. He's not that rude.
Molly grasps Fjord's right hip and presses against Fjord's back, the head of his dick skating along the curve of Fjord's ass before slipping along the crease. A little roll of his hips and he slides into place, between Fjord's thighs and into the damp heat up against his balls. Molly groans quietly, his forehead pressing between Fjord's shoulderblades.
By the gods, it's been too long. Molly flexes his fingers on Fjord's hips and starts to thrust, little short rocks against Fjord's ass and between his thighs, into the warm space now slick with Fjord's own come.
"Shit," Fjord hisses, but he pushes back against Molly, meeting his thrusts.
"Shhh." Molly reaches around, sliding his fingertips over Fjord's lips, only for Fjord to suck them inside, tongue swirling around them.
Arousal lurches within Molly's belly. He swallows a moan, hissing hot exhales against Fjord's back as he rocks his hips faster and faster, his dick throbbing and spilling more pre-come.
Fjord's teeth and tusks scrape over his fingertips, and Molly shivers at the sensation. He hooks his arm around Fjord's waist, tugging Fjord back against him as he thrusts and grinds, tail lashing about until it encircles Fjord's nearest leg and squeezes.
"Molly," Fjord groans around his fingers, nearly unintelligible except Molly swears he's memorized the sound of his name on Fjord's lips.
Molly licks the back of Fjord's neck, tastes salt and dirt, and gives the green flesh a little nibble, just a small scrape of his teeth. Fjord shudders, goosebumps spreading across his flesh, and he shoves backwards, ass in the cradle of Molly's groin.
Yes. Perfect.
Molly buries a moan in Fjord's back as he hauls Fjord back against him and thrusts hard and fast, dick throbbing as release takes him. He splatters between Fjord's thighs, against his ballsack, creating a sticky mess of semen.
Lights dance in Molly's vision as his forehead knocks between Fjord's shoulderblades again. He draws in several shallow breaths, blood pounding in his veins, as he presses against Fjord's ass and savors the sensation.
"You made a mess," Fjord says around his fingers.
Molly withdraws them with one last stroke and rests his hand on Fjord's shoulder. "Promise to clean it up."
"You better." Molly presses a kiss to the base of Fjord's neck. "Gods, I can't wait until we get to an inn. The things I plan to do to you."
Fjord snorts. "What? Ruining my trousers wasn't enough?"
"That was flavor." Molly pulls back and tucks himself into his trousers. He digs around in one of the pockets of his robe and pulls free a handkerchief -- it'll need to be laundered after this -- and politely cleans Fjord up. "You need more sparkle in your life, Mr. Tough."
Fjord groans and knocks his forehead against the tree trunk, bits of bark flaking down on top of him. "You're all the sparkle I can handle, Molly."
Molly snorts a laugh. He tucks the washcloth away and tugs Fjord's trousers back into place, giving the sequined patch a fond pat. “Still not entirely sure how much of me you’re handling.” He spins Fjord around and presses a kiss to his jaw. “Though I commend you for trying.”
Fjord tilts his head and captures Molly’s lips in a steamy kiss, his tongue plunging into Molly’s mouth as though trying to capture the flavor of his own come. The idea gives Molly a thrill and he pulls Fjord closer, deepening the kiss and rubbing their bodies together. They can’t do much more -- it wouldn’t fair to Yasha -- but damn does he want to.
“We need an inn,” Molly says against Fjord’s lips.
“We need privacy,” Fjord agrees.
Molly gets a handful of half-orc ass and squeezes, his palm a little scratchy over the sequins. “I’ll fix the patch.”
Fjord chuckles and playfully tugs on Molly’s tail. “Just leave it. I’ll get over it.”
“You are an utter delight.” Molly laughs against his lips before forcing himself to pull away, denying the pulse of arousal in his veins. “Come on. Back to camp.”
As Fjord walks ahead of him though, Molly can’t resist one last slap to that sequined patch. It’s kind of like a garish claim, and Molly is exceptionally fond of it and relieved he doesn’t have to tear it out.
Fjord gives him a Look.
Molly winks.
***
Chapter Three - Consequences and Repercussions
If Fjord thinks asking for a blowjob is some kind of punishment, clearly he hasn’t learned a thing. Molly loves sucking dick. Specifically, he loves sucking Fjord’s dick. He loves making the half-orc turn weak in the knees, tremble with want, and dissolve into hungry gasps and moans.
It’s a power unlike anything Molly has at his disposal.
Punishment? Hah. More like reward.
He sucks Fjord into his mouth, sucks him deep enough to taste the saltiness over the length of his tongue and nudge the back of his throat. He swallows, tightening the pressure around the head of Fjord's dick, and Fjord visibly shudders, head knocking back against the tree trunk.
He's got a handful of Molly's hair and a tight grip on his shoulder, and both are squeezing in time to Molly's slow suckling. He's going to draw this out as long as possible because he can, and because he has something to prove.
Fjord smells of sweat and musk and forest and blood. It's been a couple days since their last bath, and the smell of him is thick and heady. Molly moans around the length of Fjord and bobs his head a few times, tightening the suction of his lips, more pre-come dribbling over his tongue.
Fjord mutters a curse and bucks into Molly's mouth, but he pulls back at the last second, lips wrapped around the head of Fjord’s dick and nothing more. He tongues the slit, laps up the salty drops.
"Stop teasin'," Fjord demands.
Ah, but he's not the one in control here. It only seems like it.
Molly laughs around Fjord's dick and swallows him again, tongue stroking a firm pressure along the length of it while he works his throat around the head. Fjord groans, long and low, and his head knocks back against the tree again, his fingers scraping over Molly's scalp in a way that makes him purr.
Molly gives him a few bobs, lets him think he's going to let Fjord spill. Builds him up with sucks and licks and speed and when Fjord moans, Molly abruptly backs up, letting his dick bob freely in the cool night air. It's an angry color, swollen and firm, beading at the tip.
Molly laps up the dribble. "You have to be quiet, Fjord," he admonishes playfully, his tail swishing behind him as hazy gold eyes try to focus. "You don't want to wake anyone up do you?" He slips a hand into Fjord's trousers and cups his scrotum, rolling the balls with his fingertips before giving them the gentlest of tugs.
Fjord makes a sound that is not at all human, a low, guttural growl. He arches his back and then shoves his knuckles into his mouth, muffling himself. His fingers dug into Molly's shoulder, pricking against the fabric of his shirt.
"Be very, very quiet," Molly murmurs and takes Fjord into his mouth again, Fjord throbbing hot and hungry over his tongue.
There's no teasing this time. He sucks Fjord deep and swallows him, over and over, fingers toying with his balls while he works his mouth over Fjord's cock, the wet slide of flesh and flesh barely audible over the sounds of the forest.
Fjord exhales loudly around his knuckles, and his head tips back against the tree again. His fingers tighten in Molly's air, but he knows better than to push now. He knows better than to try and hurry Molly's pace.
Molly hums in his throat, and takes Fjord deep, sucking hard at him. He gently squeezes and fondles and ever so lightly scrapes his fingernail against that thin strip of flesh between Fjord's balls and asshole.
The sound Fjord makes is divine, and even muffled, it's loud enough to carry back to their campsite. Molly grins as Fjord's fingers yank on his hair, and then he comes, spilling down Molly's throat, biting hard on his knuckles to muffle his noises.
By the gods, he's delicious. Molly has to have him. He'll just have to be quick about it. He drops one hand to his trousers, fumbling with the ties to pull himself out, his own dick straining at the fabric, leaving a damp spot behind.
Fjord's come spills over his tongue, and rather than swallow it, Molly holds it in his mouth. He waits, gently massaging Fjord's balls while Fjord softens in his mouth, cock twitching from too much stimulation. He sighs the sigh of the satisfied, looking down at Molly with a bleary gaze.
Now's the time.
Molly stands, sliding his hand free of Fjord's trousers to grip him by the hips and spin him around. Fjord makes a noise of confusion, but he goes willingly, bracing his hands on the tree.
"What're you doing?"
Molly cups his hand under his mouth, letting Fjord's come dribble over his fingers before he slicks his cock with the spill. He shudders as his dick throbs, arousal pulsing hot and heavy through his veins. He's not going to last long.
"You'll have to be quiet," Molly purrs as he nibbles on the back of Fjord's neck, and Fjord's head hangs obligingly, giving him room to work.
"Just don't make a mess."
"Oh, that's inevitable, darling." Molly chuckles and tugs Fjord's trousers further down, baring the curve of his ass.
And such a fine ass it is. Molly can't help but give it a grope or two, a shiver of anticipation dancing down his spine. He drags his finger down the crease, still slightly slick from Fjord's spend, but he's not going to make that much of a mess. He's not that rude.
Molly grasps Fjord's right hip and presses against Fjord's back, the head of his dick skating along the curve of Fjord's ass before slipping along the crease. A little roll of his hips and he slides into place, between Fjord's thighs and into the damp heat up against his balls. Molly groans quietly, his forehead pressing between Fjord's shoulderblades.
By the gods, it's been too long. Molly flexes his fingers on Fjord's hips and starts to thrust, little short rocks against Fjord's ass and between his thighs, into the warm space now slick with Fjord's own come.
"Shit," Fjord hisses, but he pushes back against Molly, meeting his thrusts.
"Shhh." Molly reaches around, sliding his fingertips over Fjord's lips, only for Fjord to suck them inside, tongue swirling around them.
Arousal lurches within Molly's belly. He swallows a moan, hissing hot exhales against Fjord's back as he rocks his hips faster and faster, his dick throbbing and spilling more pre-come.
Fjord's teeth and tusks scrape over his fingertips, and Molly shivers at the sensation. He hooks his arm around Fjord's waist, tugging Fjord back against him as he thrusts and grinds, tail lashing about until it encircles Fjord's nearest leg and squeezes.
"Molly," Fjord groans around his fingers, nearly unintelligible except Molly swears he's memorized the sound of his name on Fjord's lips.
Molly licks the back of Fjord's neck, tastes salt and dirt, and gives the green flesh a little nibble, just a small scrape of his teeth. Fjord shudders, goosebumps spreading across his flesh, and he shoves backwards, ass in the cradle of Molly's groin.
Yes. Perfect.
Molly buries a moan in Fjord's back as he hauls Fjord back against him and thrusts hard and fast, dick throbbing as release takes him. He splatters between Fjord's thighs, against his ballsack, creating a sticky mess of semen.
Lights dance in Molly's vision as his forehead knocks between Fjord's shoulderblades again. He draws in several shallow breaths, blood pounding in his veins, as he presses against Fjord's ass and savors the sensation.
"You made a mess," Fjord says around his fingers.
Molly withdraws them with one last stroke and rests his hand on Fjord's shoulder. "Promise to clean it up."
"You better." Molly presses a kiss to the base of Fjord's neck. "Gods, I can't wait until we get to an inn. The things I plan to do to you."
Fjord snorts. "What? Ruining my trousers wasn't enough?"
"That was flavor." Molly pulls back and tucks himself into his trousers. He digs around in one of the pockets of his robe and pulls free a handkerchief -- it'll need to be laundered after this -- and politely cleans Fjord up. "You need more sparkle in your life, Mr. Tough."
Fjord groans and knocks his forehead against the tree trunk, bits of bark flaking down on top of him. "You're all the sparkle I can handle, Molly."
Molly snorts a laugh. He tucks the washcloth away and tugs Fjord's trousers back into place, giving the sequined patch a fond pat. “Still not entirely sure how much of me you’re handling.” He spins Fjord around and presses a kiss to his jaw. “Though I commend you for trying.”
Fjord tilts his head and captures Molly’s lips in a steamy kiss, his tongue plunging into Molly’s mouth as though trying to capture the flavor of his own come. The idea gives Molly a thrill and he pulls Fjord closer, deepening the kiss and rubbing their bodies together. They can’t do much more -- it wouldn’t fair to Yasha -- but damn does he want to.
“We need an inn,” Molly says against Fjord’s lips.
“We need privacy,” Fjord agrees.
Molly gets a handful of half-orc ass and squeezes, his palm a little scratchy over the sequins. “I’ll fix the patch.”
Fjord chuckles and playfully tugs on Molly’s tail. “Just leave it. I’ll get over it.”
“You are an utter delight.” Molly laughs against his lips before forcing himself to pull away, denying the pulse of arousal in his veins. “Come on. Back to camp.”
As Fjord walks ahead of him though, Molly can’t resist one last slap to that sequined patch. It’s kind of like a garish claim, and Molly is exceptionally fond of it and relieved he doesn’t have to tear it out.
Fjord gives him a Look.
Molly winks.
