CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

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Subject line: Beauregard/Jester, friends to lovers

Body of comment: Jester's been letting Beau use her for sparring practice. That kind of proximity does things to a tiefling.

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Re: Fjord/The Gentleman - I own you. Wager. Part 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

Which is how he ends up face-down on the Gentleman’s bed with the Gentleman’s tongue in his ass.
There’s a bit in the middle Fjord does not want to think about and that he really wishes could have been done with whatever kind of spell Pumat uses to fix up the people who come to his shop, but that’s just not the point.
He likes to consider himself a reasonably worldly person, but he always had sort of assumed stories about this were jokes.
Fjord makes another garbled noise as the Gentleman’s tongue pushes into him. As long as he doesn’t talk out of turn-- except for the word ‘nein’ if he’s had enough-- sound seems to be fine. That's good because the next drag of his tongue makes him shout into the pillow. He’s hard despite the strangeness of it, cock leaking against the mattress. When the Gentleman pulls away, it’s almost a relief. He sucks a bruise on the inside of Fjord’s thigh that matches the ones littered around his neck and shoulders.
“Well?” He asks.
“It’s. Well.” He clears his throat.
“If you haven’t made up your mind, I could call someone else in to keep going until you do--”
“No! No, I-- it was good.”
“Good?” The tone is so bland it’s circled all the way back around to something that makes something like fear lance up Fjord’s spine.
“I liked it.” He has to pause, just for a second. “Sir.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He stands, then, and makes his way over to something with cabinet doors which open and close before he returns. He sets something on the mattress where he can’t see. Then oil-slick fingers are pressing into him and hooking upwards until Fjord jolts and tugs at the ropes. His arms have been rebound so they’re now bent and lashed forearm to forearm which each hand at the opposite elbow. It’s a bit more comfortable than the last tie, but it still means all he can do is grasp uselessly at the air while the Gentleman massages his prostate.
He feels a third finger probing at him soon enough.
“Will I be the first? And please, don’t try to lie to me.”
He nodded. The fingers in him press up almost cruelly. “Yes!” He yelps. “Yes, sir. Fu--”
“That’s all I need.” He cuts Fjord off. “Hush and enjoy the ride.”
He gets the third finger, along with enough oil that it runs down to his balls. He appreciates the care, of course, but--
His hips roll, and the Gentleman laughs.
“I ought to keep you here all night,” he observes, hooking his fingers to make Fjord cry out again. “But I’m feeling generous. Say please.”
When Fjord does not respond again, he spreads his fingers.
“Please,” Fjord asks from behind gritted teeth.
“Your pride…” He sighs. “One more time, so I believe you.”
“Please, sir.”
“Much better.” He withdraws his fingers. “I’m going to go slowly. Tell me if you need slower.”
It’s very considerate, all things considered, he thinks a little hysterically. Considering the ropes and the bet that had brought him here and the fact that he could stop this. He could say one word and end it all. Instead, he pants and grits his teeth as the Gentleman breaches him. He had been generous with the prep, but his cock still stretches him. Slowly, an inch or so at a time, he rocks his hips forward, pushing him open. Fjord lies there, trying to catch his breath and trying not to groan.
“That’s it… very good. Relax.” He groans, and Fjord can imagine the long line of his throat drawn taut as he tips his head back. “Gods, I knew you'd have an excellent ass.”
His hand takes a firm grip on the ropes around Fjord’s arms. He starts slowly. Is it to let him adjust or to drive him crazy? It’s not completely comfortable, but he gets used to the stretch and the odd pressure soon enough. He bears the slow pace for a while longer. When he tries to grind back, the Gentleman moves his hand to the back of his neck and holds him.
“A little patience…” The angle shifts and Fjord bites his tongue trying not to shout. “There. That’s better. Are you sure you want it faster?”
It feels like a trick question, but he nods anyway and then, when it becomes clear that he has to use his words, whispers another “Please, sir.”
The Gentleman obliges. After that, staying quiet gets much harder. The angle isn’t the same every single time, but it’s often enough to make Fjord flush and pant and try to thrust back against him. He tries to muffle himself against the pillow, but he needs to breathe, and the quickened rhythm of the Gentleman fucking him keeps knocking what air he can draw from his lungs. When Fjord finally gives in and lets himself moan, he rewards him with a slick hand around his cock, stroking in counterpoint to the well-aimed thrusts.
“Oh, Gods.” Fjord tugs uselessly against the ropes around his arms.
“What was that?” The hand squeezes a little tighter, just for a moment. “Were you saying something?”
He has to scrabble for words, even though he knows what he should say. “Thank you, sir. Fuck-- thank you.”
It gets him a breathless laugh and a hand rubbing between his shoulders. “Would you like to come?”
It had not actually occurred to him that there were options. He makes a noise he can’t even pretend isn’t frantic and nods again. “Yes, please. Please, sir.”
The Gentleman’s fucking him now like he plans to finish the job, sounds of effort joining his occasional but uninhibited moans. But he hasn’t said yes, and Fjord finds himself drawn between not wanting to disappoint him, a thread of fear of what might happen if he did, and the need to come. He finds himself pleading quietly between moans, almost involuntarily. Need and pleasure twist together, tugging behind his balls. His fingernails dig into his arms. Heat drags at him, demanding and impossible to ignore. His begging picks up.
He feels the Gentleman’s sweat-damp chest against his back, the tickle of his hair and his beard against his ear. “You may come.”
His hand twists and Fjord shouts, pumping into his hand as his orgasm spills out of him. The Gentleman fucks him through it, hard enough to make him c. Both hands come to seize his hips. His hips snap forward hard. The pleasure of it courses up his spine in compliment to the aftershocks. Then there’s a rush of warmth and wet, and the Gentleman folds forward over his back with a long, low groan.
He stays there, catching his breath and giving Fjord a chance to do the same. Then he nips gently at the shell of Fjord’s right ear. “Well done.” Slowly, gently, he pulls out. “Hold still one more moment. I have a… gift for you.”
Fjord frowns but does as he’s told. He can wait another moment to collapse, he thinks. A second later, he startles as something cool, slick, and smooth nudges against his hole and makes him gasp. It pushes into him, flaring steadily before abruptly tapering off. There’s another wide piece beyond that which holds it in place.
“What--” He hasn’t seen as much as Jester, but he still knows what it is, so he corrects himself. “Why? …Sir.”
“Because I can?” The Gentleman starts untangling the ropes, his hands as sure as they had been while binding him. “Because I like the idea of you walking back with something to remember me by.”
“Oh, Gods.” Fjord wishes his arms were free already so he could cover his face. His cock tries to twitch.
“You don’t have to keep it.” He pulls the last of the rope away and then swings his legs over the edge of the bed. He sits there, combing his hair back from his face with his fingers. “But… I would count it as a personal favor. And I’d like you to keep it for if you come back.”
Fjord thinks about the options that he had not taken, the dizzy warmth that had filled his mind since about half an hour after he’d settled to his knees under the table, and the way his body feels now, sore but sated, and steady in a way he’s not used to.
“We’ll see.”
“That’s all I can ask, I suppose.” He gets to his feet and then offers Fjord a hand. “This way if you’d like a chance to clean up before you return to your friends.”
“They’re gonna want to know why I get to leave.”
“Tell them what you like.”
He ushers Fjord to a side room where a large tub of steaming, faintly-scented water waits. Walking is… interesting, but he makes his way to it and settles in to soak and scrub. In the next room, he can hear the sound of swishing liquid and something he assumes is the Gentleman brushing his teeth. His mouth smells of very strong alcohol when he comes by and leans down to bite again at Fjord’s neck. His hand slips beneath the water as he sucks hard enough to raise another bruise and finds the base of the solid, glass plug. Then he gives a satisfied hum and settles into the water across from him.
They don’t fuck again, and Fjord is not sure whether he’s grateful or not. The Gentleman helps him wash his back and checks over his arms for any lingering soreness. The hot water has eased that, though, and Fjord tells him as much. It’s almost too easy to relax and let his head rest against the edge of the tub, breathing in the steam. After, they each redress, Fjord in his armor and the Gentleman in a fresh pair of pants and a loose shirt that looks at home on the cover of one of Jester’s romance novels.
“I’ll, uh--” he jerks a thumb toward the door. “Be goin' then?"
“Perhaps when you go back to your friends, you can tell them that I’ve reconsidered. Bring them by soon and we can discuss business.”
He snorts loudly. “Thanks for that. I think.”
There was no way in hell they weren’t going to jump to the right conclusion after that, but he can always lie. Then he takes another step and catches sight of the bruises on his neck at the same time that he finds himself abruptly reminded of the plug in his ass.
While he’s trying to school his features into something he doesn’t mind walking through the main room, the Gentleman approaches and cups the back of his neck with one hand. They’re of about the same height and it makes it easy for him to lean in and kiss Fjord, slow and somehow filthier than-- well, than almost anything he’d done that day.
“Come back soon, won’t you?” He drawls. His other hand finds Fjord’s ass and gives it a firm squeeze. “I wasn’t joking about your ass.”

Re: Fjord/The Gentleman - I own you. Wager. Part 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

Op here. Thanks for the fill, i loved it.