Chapter Text
Some days are really shitty.
They won the fight, a squabble with a wyrmling that would have been sort of cute if it hadn't almost killed them all. That's about the best Molly can say about it, because the thing used him as a chew toy pretty effectively. He doesn't find himself able to do much but brood, even as they make their way back to town, to the lights and warmth of a well-stocked inn.
Fjord leaves, wanting to replace the healing potions they used posthaste. Nott, Caleb, Beau, and Yasha opt for the tavern, but it doesn't appeal to Molly. Fortunately, Jester has a few words with the barman, and it's only a short wait before she leads Molly up to a room.
The room in question only has one bed, large as it is, but more importantly, it has a basin of hot water and a few fresh cloths, just waiting to be used.
"Off with it," Jester says, making shooing motions at him, and Molly doesn't protest, wrapping his swords in his coat before stripping out of the rest of his clothing, leaving it in an undignified heap.
The water from the basin is almost uncomfortably hot, but it feels good. Jester sits him down on the bed and washes him carefully; most of the damage is on his torso, and the blood and dirt is easily cleaned off. She doesn't stop there, though, moving down his body to more personal parts of him. This started off pretty much innocently, but about the time she starts fully giving him a washcloth handjob- which is an interesting sensation but feels pretty great- he realizes that it's anything but.
He is so far past caring whether things between him and Jester are innocent.
Jester finally lays the washcloth across the edge of the basin, leaving it there as she climbs between Molly's legs, kissing his stomach before dipping her head lower. He sighs when she licks him, running the flat of her tongue up his cock, stopping at the head; she gives it a kiss before moving down again, like she intends to cover every surface of him before she takes him into her mouth.
He hears the pop of a bottle being uncorked, but it doesn't occur to him what it is until Jester pushes his legs wider and runs a slippery finger over his hole; she probably hid the oil in one of her pockets just to catch him off guard. It works, but he doesn't mind. He doesn't know quite yet what she has in mind; she's fucked him before, with a dildo that she keeps in her pack both for sex and to deter pickpockets. He hasn't seen it this time, so maybe she's just fingering for the sake of fingering, which Molly is also good with.
Whatever she's doing, she's taking her sweet time about it, opening him slowly; he's not sure he's ever gotten a blowjob this thorough, this attentive, so he has no intention of hurrying her up. She also seems like she has no intention of making him come soon, so he just relaxes, giving in to it. She'll take good care of him either way.
His relaxation ends suddenly when a noise comes from the door, a key turning in the lock. Molly looks around, panicked, and for some reason, what makes sense in the moment is to throw the blanket over Jester's head, like that's going to solve anything. Jester makes a muffled noise of surprise, but she doesn't get the blanket off before the door opens.
It's Fjord, and Molly is so relieved and concerned at the same time that his body doesn't really know what to do. Fjord, for his part, doesn't look surprised or angry; he just closes the door behind him, drops his pack, and starts on the buckles of his armor.
Jester resurfaces from underneath the blanket. "Rude," she says, thumping Molly on the thigh.
"I was wondering about that," Fjord says. "Didn't want to question it in case you like it that way."
Molly is normally quick on the draw with a witty rejoinder, but Jester starts sucking him off again, her fingers pressing deeper into him and hitting the best spot. That coupled with the fact that he has no idea what to say, and he doesn't do anything but groan.
"Are you getting him nice and ready for me?" Fjord says, and Molly very nearly goes off. Jester raises her free hand and gives Fjord an okay sign; Molly laughs, breathless and a little hysterical.
Fjord doesn't say anything else as he doffs his armor; by the time he has it off, his cock is fully hard, and Molly feels relieved. This is not how he planned on any of this going down, but it's going down now. He's just going to hold on for the ride.
Fjord walks over to the bed, tapping Jester on the shoulder. She lets Molly go, sitting back on her heels, and Fjord bends down to kiss her. Molly just watches, because it's something he's been wanting to see for a long time, what it's like between them. They kiss like they've done it many times, easy but hot, with a sweetness to it. They part, and Jester pecks him on the lips again before she moves away, pushing the bottle of oil into Fjord's hand before moving behind Molly. She pushes him up so he's resting against her, kissing his temple as Fjord pours a thin stream of the oil on his cock, spreading it with his hand as he climbs onto the bed, in between Molly's legs.
The first push of Fjord's cock into him is all but effortless, the way Molly is stretched out from Jester's patient attention. Fjord groans, and Molly envies him a little bit; he suspects that everyone who likes giving has had that particular fantasy, being able to just slide in, worry free. Fjord works his hips slowly, long thrusts that leave Molly gasping, all the way in and almost out before doing it again.
Jester puts her hands on the sides of Molly's face, tilting it up so Molly has to look at her; she's grinning at him, and the look on her face makes him relax, like this is really okay. He's pictured the three of them together a lot and was maybe trying to engineer it happening, but there's always been a certain fear behind it, that he'd lose them both by trying. But here it is, sprung upon him, and it feels more than okay; it feels right.
His horns knock against Jester's when she kisses him upside down, but Molly's willing to live with that. She doesn't do it for long, just a few moments before she makes her way back up, kissing his nose, his forehead, his hair. Fjord is moving in a steady rhythm now, fucking him slow and deep, and Molly's entire body feels sensitized. He can feel every place Jester is pressed against him, every inch of Fjord inside him, and he just lets go, letting the two of them have him how they want.
Fjord is moving a little faster now, and Molly spreads his legs wider, encouraging him. Jester doesn't just leave the two of them to it; she slides her hands down Molly's chest, fingertips tracing tattoos and bumping over ridges of scars. Molly moans as she starts playing with his nipples, pinching and pulling at them the way that he likes.
"Is this what you wanted?" she says into his ear, and he can hear her smirking.
"Fuck," Molly pants. "Please. Please, oh fuck, please."
"He's very articulate," Jester says.
"Pretty words ain't what I need right now," Fjord says, his voice rough and low. He's fucking Molly hard now, making him move in Jester's arms, and Molly can't get enough of it.
"I bet you need to come," Jester says, sounding light and playful, like she always does when she's saying something filthy. "Molly has such a nice ass, doesn't he? Big and tight and good for squeezing."
Molly isn't sure if that's strictly a compliment, but he has it together just enough to clench down on Fjord's cock, which feels great and makes Fjord swear loudly. "Y'all are gonna kill me one day," Fjord mutters.
"Not before you come," Jester says. She wraps her hand around Molly's cock, and he bites his lip hard as she starts stroking him. "Do it, fill him up."
Fjord makes a noise that sounds almost frustrated; he puts his hands on Molly's hips and starts fucking him quickly. Molly realizes there's no way he's going to get to come before Fjord does, but something about that feels right, like he's still at their mercy. He just pushes back against Fjord, giving him what he needs.
"Shit," Fjord says through his teeth, his fingers digging into Molly's skin, and Molly feels it when he comes, the way Fjord's cock pulses inside of him, the slick feeling after it. Fjord stays buried in him for a long while, letting the aftershocks pass before he pulls out, standing up and reaching for the discarded washcloth. Jester gets out from under him, and Molly feels lost, suddenly alone in a way that he really doesn't enjoy.
This lasts maybe thirty seconds, because then Jester is swinging her leg over his hips. She's not wearing anything underneath her dress, and she slides against him for a moment, wet and hot. She puts a hand around his still hard cock, steadying it as she takes it inside of her, and Molly sighs at the sensation, just right around him.
Jester rides him slowly, like she's not in any hurry at all, like she could do this all day. It's both hot and really frustrating, because Molly's already keyed up, close from Fjord fucking him; Jester might have all day, but he just really doesn't.
His annoyance must show on him somehow. "Calm down," Fjord says, putting a hand on Molly's chest and pushing him down, and Molly wasn't aware how much that would work for him. "We're taking turns."
"Do I get a turn?" Molly asks.
"If you're lucky," Jester says. She works her hips faster, and Molly has to bite his lip. He didn't know this is what he would get by having both of them, but it's what he's been wanting so badly. He's needed this, so much that the form of it doesn't even matter. He just wants everything he can have, wants to grab them with both hands and not let go.
Fjord rejoins them, maneuvering Molly so that Molly is resting against him. The first thing he does is bite down on Molly's neck, hard enough that Molly gasps. That doesn't mean Molly tries to stop him; he tilts his head instead, giving Fjord all the room he wants. The way Fjord is sucking and biting, he's going to have a massive violet bruise in the morning, and it's everything that Molly wants, something to carry with him out of this room. He doesn't know when he started thinking like that; he realizes only now, when it's far too late, how deep into this he is, how it's stopped being a fun game he's playing to get his friends into bed and become something else. He feels bewildered at the revelation, but then Jester grinds down against him just as Fjord sucks hard on his skin, and it stops being anything but a done thing, something that was decided for him before he even realized it.
The neckline of Jester's dress has either fallen or being pulled down, and Molly watches as she cups one of her breasts in her hand, squeezing it as she rides him. She has her eyes trained on Fjord and Molly, watching them keenly as Fjord moves on to bite at Molly's shoulder. She locks eyes with Molly, and she grins, that same one she has when she smiles at him behind someone's back while she's messing with them.
She lets out a little gasp when Molly thrusts up into her, meeting her as she sinks down onto him. It's not easy when Fjord is trying to drive him out of his mind, but they fall into a rhythm, meeting each other. Jester moves faster, and Molly knows she can't keep doing this indefinitely, as much as she dearly loves seeing him wrecked. He can't either, but that feels secondary; they're going to give him what he needs, and all he has to do is stay the course.
Fjord takes his mouth away from Molly's neck, kissing his skin gently over the bruises. "Do you like this, Mollymauk?" he asks, in his damnably sexy drawl, and Molly can't seem to do anything but nod. "Is this what you wanted?"
"I want everything," Molly says, in a fit of perfect honesty.
"We'll see what we can do," Fjord says, sliding a hand down Molly's chest and holding him down, which still really works for Molly.
Jester is panting now, riding Molly hard, and Molly encourages her as best he can. He can tell she's close, the tension in her muscles, the way her mouth hangs open as she bounces on Molly's cock. Molly puts his hands on her hips and thrusts up into her quickly, giving her everything she needs, and she shouts something filthy in Infernal and comes around Molly's cock. It feels incredibly good, but Molly focuses on her instead of himself, holding out so he can give her everything, let her ride it out for as long as she wants. She catches herself, braced with one hand on Molly's chest, her fingers splayed out next to Fjord's. She finally slows, teasing out a few last waves before she stops, sighing in satisfaction as she rests.
Jester pushes her dress up and off over her head before she dismounts Molly; it seems a little late, but Molly likes it when she lays down next to him, skin to touch instead of clothing. Fjord shifts, moving them so that Molly is on his side between the two of them, Fjord behind and Jester in front. He's so turned on that his dick actually hurts, but he's reached a good place with it. They'll give him what he needs; he doesn't even know how he knows that, but he does.
"So pliable," Jester says, hitching up her leg so her knee is resting on Molly's thigh; it wouldn't take much at all to slide inside of her again, but Molly holds back. "This will be so much fun."
Fjord grabs a handful of Molly's ass. "Picked a good one," he says; he sounds a little like he's talking about a pumpkin or a cow, but Molly is okay with having been selected.
"Fuck," Molly says, because he doesn't have much brainpower left after all that.
"Should we stop messing with him?" Fjord says, and he slides his hand between Molly's legs; Molly groans when he presses his fingers into Molly's ass, still slick and open from earlier.
"Never," Jester says, putting her small, deft hand around Molly's cock. "But it's okay to get him off I think."
"It's okay," Molly pants.
"I can live with that," Fjord says, finding just the right spot inside of Molly as Jester starts to stroke him. Molly lets his eyes shut, unable to do anything but take it. They're both so good with their hands, and Molly is already flying so high; he's on the edge, right on the verge before they even get started good.
"Let go," Jester says, her hand working fast and sure, driving him up and up. "Come for us, stop stalling."
Fjord doesn't say anything, just bites the back of Molly's neck, and Molly arches, pressing against the two of them. He cries out when it hits him, release finally there, and he shakes as he shoots over Jester's stomach, his come standing out against her skin. She's right there, taking his face into her hands and kissing him, giving him something to ground himself with as he comes down.
Molly doesn't say anything for a long while, and neither Jester nor Fjord pushes him to do it. When he finally finds his words again, the first thing out of his mouth is, "That wasn't what I expected."
"What did you expect?" Fjord asks.
"Did you think you would get us into bed and be all in charge and stuff?" Jester says.
"Honestly?" Molly says. "Yeah."
Jester kisses his forehead. "That was a silly thing to think."
"I'm seeing that now," Molly says.
"This isn't what you don't want it to be," Fjord says. "But if you want to throw in with us, even for just tonight, we'd love to have you."
It's never been presented to Molly as easy like that, like the whole thing could just be as simple as a shared campfire on the road, a drink bought for a stranger with a good story. Fjord makes it sound like it could be as natural as anything, and weirdly enough, Molly's pretty sure he believes him.
"Well then," Molly says with a grin. "Count me in."