Fjord came. Then came again. Molly shuddered; he was achingly hard in his pants as he tried to swallow. He was pulling away when Fjord came for a third time, barely missing his face.
It didn’t take much more to wring out a fourth orgasm. Molly had never thought he would be envious of orcs but if their refractory period was this short-
Fjord relaxed into the blanket below him, and Molly crawled back up to check in. “Good for you?”
There were teeth marks on his hand, but nothing broke the skin. “Yeah,” he breathed, and Molly felt a little smug at the dazed, well fucked expression. While he knew that this was something Fjord didn’t like, he had to take some pride in making a lover-
He winced. Fjord wasn’t his lover. Fjord was some bastard who had a condition he was helping with. This was temporary, this was for someone who had been hurt in ways he didn’t want to imagine, this was never going to be for him.
Speaking of which. He got to his knees to leave.
“Where are you-”
Molly brushed his hands over Fjord’s cheek, and leaned back, his dick tenting his own pants. “I, ah, need to take care of something.”
Fjord’s eyes went wide. Molly hid his cringe- he didn’t want to frighten Fjord- when a hand was on his shoulder. “You don’t have to leave.”
“Not sticking it in-”
“No,” and now Fjord was flushed. “But- but you shouldn’t have to- I don’t mind if you-”
Molly’s eyebrows went up. Fjord had usually gone out into the hall or hidden whenever Molly had shown even a hint of skin. “You…” He realized he was palming himself, feeling his erection get harder in his hands. Gods, Fjord was pretty in the afterglow. “Don’t mind?”
Fjord nodded, swallowed. “I can… help.”
“You aren’t obligated.”
“I want to.”
~*~*~*~*~
It had been about a tenday, when Molly woke up in his tent, reached out to touch Fjord’s shoulder… only for his hands to touch empty blankets.
Molly found himself frowning; Fjord was already up? He liked to sleep just as much as Molly. Gone for a piss, maybe?
But the blankets were cold. Fjord’s body was a furnace, and Molly had been looking forward to arguing over who would be the little spoon last night. Maybe tease him a bit before drifting off. He could still smell Fjord on his clothes.
He laid there, not quite awake, telling himself it was nothing. That nothing was wrong. Maybe Fjord had just gotten up and was giving the last person on watch-
Wait. He was meant to be the last person on watch.
He sat up, hearing Nott call for Jester. Beau calling for Yasha. He clambered out of his tent, looking around. They all surged into a panic, trying to find their friends- the realization that Yasha and Fjord had been caught, that Jester had likely been there because of her big ol’crushie on Fjord- and found a dwarf instead.
There was a rush to head off the kidnappers- the Iron Shepherds- and he found himself chafing, chomping at the bit.
They had to wait a night.
Taking watch with Beau was not his idea of a good time.
He tried to distract her with cards, but-
“So. You and Fjord,” Beau asked, after a moment of her staring at his cards and refusing to take one.
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Mollymauk/Fjord A/B/O mpreg, breeding kink, Someone to Remember Him By (7/?)
Date: 2020-07-07 10:01 am (UTC)It didn’t take much more to wring out a fourth orgasm. Molly had never thought he would be envious of orcs but if their refractory period was this short-
Fjord relaxed into the blanket below him, and Molly crawled back up to check in. “Good for you?”
There were teeth marks on his hand, but nothing broke the skin. “Yeah,” he breathed, and Molly felt a little smug at the dazed, well fucked expression. While he knew that this was something Fjord didn’t like, he had to take some pride in making a lover-
He winced. Fjord wasn’t his lover. Fjord was some bastard who had a condition he was helping with. This was temporary, this was for someone who had been hurt in ways he didn’t want to imagine, this was never going to be for him.
Speaking of which. He got to his knees to leave.
“Where are you-”
Molly brushed his hands over Fjord’s cheek, and leaned back, his dick tenting his own pants. “I, ah, need to take care of something.”
Fjord’s eyes went wide. Molly hid his cringe- he didn’t want to frighten Fjord- when a hand was on his shoulder. “You don’t have to leave.”
“Not sticking it in-”
“No,” and now Fjord was flushed. “But- but you shouldn’t have to- I don’t mind if you-”
Molly’s eyebrows went up. Fjord had usually gone out into the hall or hidden whenever Molly had shown even a hint of skin. “You…” He realized he was palming himself, feeling his erection get harder in his hands. Gods, Fjord was pretty in the afterglow. “Don’t mind?”
Fjord nodded, swallowed. “I can… help.”
“You aren’t obligated.”
“I want to.”
It had been about a tenday, when Molly woke up in his tent, reached out to touch Fjord’s shoulder… only for his hands to touch empty blankets.
Molly found himself frowning; Fjord was already up? He liked to sleep just as much as Molly. Gone for a piss, maybe?
But the blankets were cold. Fjord’s body was a furnace, and Molly had been looking forward to arguing over who would be the little spoon last night. Maybe tease him a bit before drifting off. He could still smell Fjord on his clothes.
He laid there, not quite awake, telling himself it was nothing. That nothing was wrong. Maybe Fjord had just gotten up and was giving the last person on watch-
Wait. He was meant to be the last person on watch.
He sat up, hearing Nott call for Jester. Beau calling for Yasha. He clambered out of his tent, looking around. They all surged into a panic, trying to find their friends- the realization that Yasha and Fjord had been caught, that Jester had likely been there because of her big ol’crushie on Fjord- and found a dwarf instead.
There was a rush to head off the kidnappers- the Iron Shepherds- and he found himself chafing, chomping at the bit.
They had to wait a night.
Taking watch with Beau was not his idea of a good time.
He tried to distract her with cards, but-
“So. You and Fjord,” Beau asked, after a moment of her staring at his cards and refusing to take one.
“Is now the time or place?”