Foolish Mortals Kink Meme!

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(Stolen from DRRP's Kink Meme)

HERE'S SOME GUIDELINES/RULES:
1. All requests- smut, fluff, gen or otherwise (alternate murders, anyone?)- are welcome so long as it's about Foolish Mortals.
2. Fic and art fills are all good.
3. This is for all rounds of Foolish Mortals. Intermingled cast requests ("what if so-so and so-so from this and that round met?") are acceptable. (Even though there's only the Mock Trial and one Round so far)
4. Staying anon is fun but not required
5. There's going to be enough dicks to go around we don't need you to be one too.
6. Use proper trigger/content warnings for sensitive and/or offensive subjects, just like you would in FM proper.
7. This is a judge free zone, however, we only ask that you be mindful of character ages, esp. in regards to the younger characters.
8. If you do not want your character to be involved with the smut or things that make you uncomfortable please contact us. This is ultimately just for fun and we would hate for it to become upsetting for anyone.
9. Respect player wishes if they ask to not have their character be in smut or anything out of their comfort zone.

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[(Anonymous)]

“Wait, wait, I’m sorry—what is that?”

Ford frowned, kicking his pants off his ankles, and looked down at his dick. He’d thought it had been plenty obvious, honestly—and didn’t Lefou have a cock of his own? At any rate, it’s a perfectly respectable cock. He’s never had any complaints in his fifty-year run of sexual encounters. He glanced back up at Lefou.

“That’s, ah—my cock. I’m sorry, were you expecting something else?”

Lefou turned a little pink around the ears, realizing how it must have sounded, and shook his head. “No, no, it’s just—it’s missing a part.”

Ford glanced down again, and understanding dawned on his face. Right. He chuckled, taking a few steps toward where Lefou sat on the bed. “I know. It’s a religious thing. But I assure you, it’s still very serviceable.”

The Frenchman seemed to consider that for a moment, before a rather wicked grin crossed his features, and he stretched forward across the bed on his stomach, his head on a level with Ford’s waist, and reached out to catch the older man’s hip with one hand. The other wrapped carefully around the shaft of his cock.

“I’m certain it is.” Even if there’s nothing to pull back, the head of Ford’s cock looks like it would still be amenable to Lefou running his tongue around the rim. Which he does, after planting a few soft kisses to the velvety tip. Ford groans, his chest swelling as he takes in a deep breath and holds it. Lefou’s tongue is warm and wet where it washes over his cock in long, wide strokes and it’s been a godawful long amount of time since anyone’s paid him any attention like this. Factoring in the fact that Lefou came in already knowing about all those scars, and Ford’s spirits are running pretty damn high right now.

Gently, six fingers move to tangle in the soft, dark halo of curls atop Lefou’s head. “You feel incredible,” he murmurs, chin tucked into his chest as he looks down at the younger man. Lefou, propped up on his elbows, moans where he’s got half of Ford’s length taken into his mouth, the vibrations sending thrills up Ford’s spine. Ford, meanwhile, doesn’t keep it a secret that he’s enjoying this; his fingers tighten in Lefou’s hair every now and then when he hits just the right spot, his head bobbing forward and back as he settles into a good rhythm. When the flat of his tongue creates incidental suction against the underside of Ford’s cock, the older man throws his head back with a loud whimper that maybe sounds something like Lefou’s name.

Eventually, his hand stays any further motion and he gently pulls away, his cock bobbing heavily and wet with saliva, his fingers disentangling from Lefou’s hair. “I think you proved your point. Now it’s my turn.”

Bending, Ford insinuates himself in such a way that he can kiss into Lefou’s neck and move him onto his back at the same time. He makes soft sounds of delight every time he finds another freckle or beauty mark, his stubble dragging gently across the soft skin of Lefou’s torso. He kisses into that bite mark almost reverently, drags his tongue across Lefou’s navel, heedless of any hair, and makes his way eventually to the waistband of his breeches. He glances up and gives the Frenchman a devilish waggle of his eyebrows, before using his teeth to undo those breeches in a way that suggests lots and lots of practice. He dated a Renaissance reenacter for awhile in college, okay. The point is, he gets those breeches open and pulled down Lefou’s hips and thighs in record time, even minding the garters.

That taken care of, Ford goes to work immediately, kissing into the soft swell of Lefou’s hip before cutting over horizontally to give his cock, which looks painfully hard by this point, some much-needed attention. It’s clear Ford Pines has sucked his share of dick in his day by the way he goes at it expertly, enveloping Lefou’s cock in the wet heat of his mouth, nestling his nose down into the soft, downy hair at its base as he lets it hit the back of his throat with nary a gag in sight. He spends a good few minutes this way, guided by the delighted moans and gasps coming from Lefou’s mouth above him, moaning encouragingly around his cock. He pulls off with a wet pop, licks his lips enticingly in Lefou’s direction, and begins making his way southward with broad strokes of his tongue. Lefou’s balls get a good going-over, and his taint gets its fair share of attention, too. But he has a destination in mind, and soon Ford’s strong hands are propping Lefou’s hips up and spreading his legs open in order to reach it.

Gently, but without any hesitation, Ford begins to run his tongue over the pucker of Lefou’s asshole, building up to bigger and more pointed strokes. He lets Lefou’s body language and vocal cues guide his progress; when he feels his thighs beginning to shake, he lets the tip of his tongue press in, encouraged by the breathy moan it inspires from his partner, and slowly begins to lick him open, feeling muscles slowly loosen around his tongue. He feels fingers sifting through his hair and realizes that Lefou must be using it to ground himself; fine by him. One hand slides up to thumb idly across the shaft of Lefou’s cock as he eats him out more thoroughly than he ever has in all his years. He has his reasons, of course. It’s been eons since he’s topped, and he wants to make sure everything goes smoothly. Eventually, he pulls away, satisfied, his mouth shining with his own saliva.

Ford pulls himself up onto the bed with minimal complaint from his knees, which are very stiff from the hard floor. The bed feels wonderfully soft in comparison. He bounces a couple of times, jostling Lefou’s naked self around playfully, and leans up to place gentle, affectionate kisses into his shoulder. “Are you ready for me?” He looks up earnestly to catch Lefou’s reaction, which is an enthusiastic nod, his lower lip caught between his teeth. “Very much so.”

Ford kisses into his sternum. “Good.” Reaching down between them, he takes his own cock in hand, which is heavy and aching by this point, and leans over to the bedside table for the jar of coconut oil he’d pilfered from the kitchen. Once he’s well and truly slicked up, he lines himself up with Lefou’s entrance, still wet from Ford’s mouth. His chest rises and falls with carefully controlled breaths, trying to stay steady so he doesn’t go too quickly. Slowly, achingly slowly, he begins to press himself in, letting that impossibly tight heat envelop him centimeter by centimeter. He can’t help but let his head fall forward, brows furrowing together, obviously overcome with how goddamn good Lefou feels. Once he’s well and truly in, he pries his eyes open and gives his partner a shaky smile.

“It’s been a long time. And you feel…unbelievably good.”

“Not as—merde, not as good as you do.”

That’s gratifying, and Ford lets out a soft, pleased sound that’s halfway to a moan and escalates into a moan proper when he feels Lefou squeeze tight around him. He heaves two soft, steadying breaths, the soft span of his stomach tensing and relaxing, before he slowly begins to pull back. Lefou’s breath hisses out through his teeth; Ford’s hands give his hips a comforting squeeze. 

“That’s a good lad, oh, Christ.” He begins sinking back in, encouraged by the way his partner lets out a shaky moan above him, and once he’s buried in Lefou’s tight hole, he rearranges himself so he can lean over his torso and feel as much warm skin as possible, his own scarred chest and abdomen pressing against Lefou’s much softer, smoother one. Ford catches Lefou’s mouth in a deep, slow kiss as he begins to move in him, slowly but surely building up a rhythm, his hips meeting Lefou’s with ever-building intensity. He’s got a whole lot of power in those old hips, something that becomes apparent sooner rather than later, as he loses himself in the exquisite tension and heat between them.

His hands are ever-shifting, running up along the expanse of Lefou’s side, caressing the undersides of his thighs, and eventually one settles beneath him, curling around his shoulder for support and leverage, the other resting on his cock to give it some attention. His hand moves in slow, lazy strokes, timed with each thrust of his hips. His forehead presses into Lefou’s shoulder, his breathing growing harsher and his movements more urgent as he nears his climax, helped along by all of Lefou’s earlier attentions. Similarly, Lefou has begun to make the most delightful sounds beneath him, squirming and gasping whenever Ford hits a particularly good spot inside him. It’s not long at all before Ford feels his climax approaching, and begins to give Lefou some verbal encouragement.

“Come on, Lefou. Come for me. Let me feel you.” His hand tightens around his shaft, offering physical encouragement alongside his words. The combination of all these things, warm words and pressure and skin on skin, Ford’s warm breath on his neck and the low rumble of his voice, prove to be too much for the younger man, and with a few more rolls of his hips, Lefou lets go, surrendering to his climax with a strangled cry, his head thrown back, come spilling across his stomach and Ford’s alike. Ford keeps working him through his orgasm, only stopping when Lefou begins to squirm from overstimulation, and then there’s nothing for it but to plant his hands at either side of Lefou’s shoulders and thrust himself home, his brow furrowing in deep concentration as he moves. It doesn’t take much more, as incredibly close as he already was, and soon he’s letting out a deep, blissful groan as he spills inside Lefou, burying himself to the hilt and pressing his face into the younger man’s shoulder. It’s a long, long time before he has the energy to pull back, and when he does, he looks positively knackered. He presses a fond kiss to the tip of Lefou’s nose and pulls out, sitting back on his heels before maneuvering himself over to collapse at his side.

“I was right, you know.” Ford looks over in mild surprise and confusion, to where Lefou is giving him a sleepy grin.

“What’s that?”

Lefou reaches over to run an admiring hand over Ford’s chest. “Some things do get better with age.”

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