Couldn't wait for your lips on mine (again)
Pairing: Orufrey Length: 3.4k words Tags: Smut, Brimmed Cap AU, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Facials
Summary:
A brimmed cap visits an overworked pointed cap witch in the Great Hall because he got too impatient.
Set in this lovely brimmed cap Qifrey AU by S1XEY3S (no1zakkurafan) somewhere in the middle of chapter 8 of that fic. Spoilers for the fic up until that point.
I've been a little bit obsessed with Veldfire, it's an amazing fic and I urge everyone to read it, especially since this fic will make a lot more sense then <3
I wanted to write a little what if scenario and this is the result.
Hope you enjoy!
Read on Ao3 or under the cut
NSFW below <3
The past few days have been confusing for Olruggio, to say the least. He has been playing his part well, pretending to have had his memory wiped while trying again to desperately find the lost witches, only to return with an empty void where the last days should have been.
The weird feeling of dread that has been simmering inside his stomach since the last night he spent in Qifrey's home and the way his thoughts keep drifting away from his work surely have been helping to sell the lie.
Mix in a little bit of guilt and pressure from the upcoming deadline of the silver eve procession and the result is one tired witch who either spends the whole day asleep in his bed, or pushes past his limit the next day.
He has just a bit over two more days to finish his newest contraption but today, his body had decided, was a resting day. It's not like any of his ideas really have been working out anyway but Olruggio is sure he'll come up with... Something.
His current nap comes to a rude awakening from a knock on his door. It's gentle but persistent, especially when Olruggio initially ignores the sound, putting a pillow over his head.
Olruggio can almost drown the sound out when he hears a muffled but familiar voice through the wood of the door. "Olly?"
Instantly, Olruggio is sitting up straight in his bed, his eyes wide in what might as well be terror.
He's asleep, he has to be. Maybe it is wishful thinking or a hallucination.
Another knock and Olruggio is already out of bed, only in a pair of more comfortable pants and a soft, wide shirt.
The floor is cold beneath his feet but he barely notices, despite how much longer the few steps to the door seem to take.
A part of him expects to open the door and find nothing there - or worse, Easthies or someone else from the knights having found out he's been lying.
But the sight is just what he expected while simultaneously also being the most surprising thing his still sleepy mind could barely comprehend. Qifrey isn't wearing his hat and Olruggio might have uttered a silent prayer at that alone.
He looks like he usually does, albeit incredibly uncomfortable, his hands fidgeting with the guidance orb in his hand and Olruggio can see the way his jaw is clenched tightly.
Before any words can leave his mouth Olruggio reaches out and takes Qifrey's wrist, feeling how tense he is. With a swift movement he pulls him inside, locking the door immediately afterwards.
Only then does he dare to breathe again, his exhale sounding like an exasperated sigh that has Qifrey chewing on his lip.
"What are you doing here?" Olruggio's voice is still raspy from sleep and it comes out rougher than he intended. His tone softens but the worry still comes across as if he were chiding a child. "What if someone would've seen you?"
Even if it is the middle of the night and the halls are entirely empty, this is reckless. Unless...
"Did something happen, you alright?" The worry in Olruggio's tone shifts with growing urgency, inspecting Qifrey closer to see if he's maybe injured, trying to figure out if the grimace on the other man's face comes from pain or something worse.
"I'm as alright as I can be, in a place like this" Qifrey's nose scrunches up as he looks over to the window.
With a few quick steps Olruggio pulls the curtains a little bit tighter shut, just in case.
He turns back to Qifrey, now a few steps of distance between them. His entire mind is a confusing mix of fear, worry and this heart pounding excitement. Olruggio is quite sure Qifrey can hear it, with how loud it is in his chest. "Then what are you doing here? The festival isn't for another two days and we wanted to meet in-"
Qifrey interrupts him simply by taking a step forward, though his gaze is taking in every bit of the room around them. It's not large, most of Olruggio's life contained in these four walls, his bed, the sheets still messy and tangled up. His desk against the wall with a lantern fixture above it. It's a mess right now, his work half finished, half discarded. An armchair, a rug on the floor that has seen better days. There's doors to a bathroom and one to a small kitchen he barely ever uses.
He shouldn't be feeling this exposed and seen, not when he's been in Qifrey's home, not after what has happened.
"Why are you here?" He asks a third time and finally gets an answer.
"I wanted to see you" Qifrey responds, as if it isn't incredibly dangerous and stupid of him to come into the Great Hall, a place swarming with people who hate his very kind. "And I wanted to see how you live."
He steps past Olruggio, picking up a leaf of a dying plant that has been sitting on the windowsill, not having recouped after the few days of absence.
Olruggio is actually speechless at that. Trouble doesn't even begin to describe the consequences should anyone wonder who Olruggio's mysterious night time visitor is.
Trying not to give into the want to reach out, he blurts out, without thinking, "You need to-" only to be cut off by a pair of lips, slightly chapped and chewed on, pressed against his.
For a few moments Olruggio forgets to be upset because all he can think about is how Qifrey's body felt against his last time and with less hesitation he closes his eyes and lets his hands rest on the others waist.
A thumb brushes over the soft velvet just above the leather belt with a familiarity he shouldn't have, letting himself indulge in the kiss.
Qifrey's hands meanwhile ghosted up the fabric of the night shirt, up over his shoulder and into his hair but only too briefly before pulling back again.
"And maybe I wanted to do this again." The words come out with a hint of airy playfulness that has Olruggio struggling to gather his bearings between that, the kiss and just having slept away nearly a whole day.
At this point all remaining exhaustion has left Olruggio's body. "Couldn't wait two more days, could you?"
"I find my patience running short when it comes to you." His voice is softer, the hand in Olruggio's hair moving gently before tugging his head back with just enough force to expose his neck a little more.
Olruggio groans as he feels those very same lips on his skin now and all fight that he may have had is long gone, instead replaced with this heady feeling that Qifrey leaves behind.
"It was that good, hm?" He manages to tease, only to get a hum in agreement against his skin as Qifrey travels lower and bites down.
Olruggio has to bite on his own lip to keep that almost shameful half moan half yelp in, mostly as to not alert anyone outside of his home.
The bites weren't painful, they weren't meant to be, but he was sure if Qifrey kept going like this he'd have trouble covering them up, especially for the festival. For a brief moment Olruggio imagines himself standing up there at the procession, all eyes on him, the marks on his neck clearly visible. A flush of embarrassed heat paints his cheeks and he pushes Qifrey’s head; not away but lower, mouth now ghosting over the fabric covering his chest.
"Someone's also impatient?" Comes the question as Qifrey’s hands find their way under the shirt. The fingertips exposed from the gloves are cold enough to make Olruggio shiver.
He groans as one of them finds his chest, brushing over his nipple a few times. "Just nothing visible," he requests, earning a quiet hum in agreement.
Qifrey seems to take these words as an invitation though to remove Olruggio's shirt, tugging it up over his head eventually from where it then falls onto the floor in a soft heap.
With his soft stomach and chest now exposed, Qifrey immediately returns to his work as Olruggio's breathing steadily grows heavier. All he can think about is the mouth exploring his body, the hands that want to take more and more, every sensation on his slowly overheating skin.
To think that Olruggio ever wanted to object this…
After every bite follows a soft kiss, or a gentle brush of a tongue. The feeling is almost apologetic as Qifrey makes his way further down.
His mouth follows his one hand, now warmed from the heat radiating off of Olruggio's skin, down over the prominent trail of dark hair vanishing into Olruggio's waistband.
At this point Qifrey gets onto his knees and Olruggio's hands bury themselves in the locks of hair. He doesn't push or pull, he's quite sure Qifrey wouldn't like that, but he needs to anchor himself when the path finally connects with his half hard member.
Olruggio can't take his eyes off the scene in front of him, Qifrey, a brimmed cap, in his bedroom, on his knees, looking almost serene as he presses his lips against him again and again. It takes all Olruggio has to not buck his hips forward already, greedily wanting to take more than what might be given to him.
By now Qifrey's hands are steadying him with a firm grip on Olruggio's thigh and the other on his waist before that too travels down to tug on the waistband.
The words "fuck" and "please" and "yes" all mix together into one encouragement that is fueled by need and exhaustion.
Even in the dim light he can see Qifrey smirk at the eager response but without giving Olruggio the chance to complain his pants are pulled down and Qifrey's lips are on his shaft.
A low, breathy moan leaves his lips, entirely indulging at the feeling of the other man.
Praise threatens to spill from his lips without thinking but as he dares to look down the words get stuck in his throat.
Qifrey has pulled back, long, gloved fingers wrapped around the base, as the hard length is being held against the side of his face with the clear lens.
If Olruggio were a lesser man he would spill at this sight, covering the pretty face, the glasses, some probably, annoyingly so, landing in Qifrey's hair.
Holding back is getting harder as his knees threaten to buckle.
Qifrey tilts his head to the side enough to press his lips against Olruggio's tip, pulling the foreskin back just a bit more to fully lap at it. "Enjoying the view?"
The words were enough to draw out a few beads of precum and a low moan from Olruggio.
"Might need to sit down if you keep going like this" The chuckle this earns him is a sound Olruggio wants to bottle up just to hear it again later, when he inevitably ends up alone again.
Qifrey's grip on his leg tightens a little, as if to offer just a tiny bit of support, while the hand on the shaft begins to move. It's not a fast, hungry pace, so unlike last time. No, this is Qifrey enjoying himself, rather than just pleasuring Olruggio.
"Missed me that much, huh?" The words came out weaker than intended, the pleasure of Qifrey's mouth and the increasing wetness spreading over him proving to be too distracting.
It doesn't take long for Olruggio to tighten his grip in Qifrey's hair, a warning, as he pulls him back. "Stop... Stop..." He sounds entirely out of breath, as if he suffered through a workout rather than another man's mouth.
Before Qifrey can say anything, Olruggio pulls at his arm, urging him up, only to push their lips together again. Qifrey's lips part, letting him in while Olruggio's body pushes forwards until they brush against the bed, Qifrey going down willingly but not without pulling Olruggio down too.
He's pushing himself up above Qifrey, looking down at the now slightly flushed face, the way his hair is now quite disheveled from Olruggio's grasp.
The brief moment of calm is interrupted when Qifrey slowly pulls up one leg, his thigh right where Olruggio's crotch is, applying just the faintest bit of pressure.
Still Olruggio lets out a hiss before grinding down, feeling the soft fabric of the skirt against the sensitive skin of his balls.
It takes monumental effort to stop his hips from moving and pulling back, steadying himself with one hand on Qifrey's pulled up knee, the other on his thigh.
"My turn" He grunts, sliding back, off the bed, kneeling on the rug that's beneath him. With an eager hunger Qifrey's skirt gets pushed up just enough, pausing briefly to give him a chance to stop but when that doesn't come Olruggio makes quick work of the straps around the thighs, as well as the string tied at his waistband.
The fabric of the skirt shifts around his head as Qifrey gets his other leg up, leaving Olruggio to wrap his lips around him. He can feel Qifrey tense up, fingers digging into the fabric close to his head as muffled noises spill somewhere above.
Not needing more encouragement, Olruggio sinks himself down, using his hand for the last bit, finding a rhythm that matches his own want.
The noises Qifrey makes are enough encouragement to keep him going until he spills.
But it seems like Qifrey doesn't want to finish yet either.
"Olly-" his name moaned like this is enough to have his neglected member twitch. "Can I see you?" There's an unusual vulnerability in Qifrey's voice, one that Olruggio could never say no to.
He pulls himself back with a wet pop, maneuvering out of the fabric bunched around him only to be immediately pulled up onto the bed, the back of his head meeting his pillow within seconds.
There's a short, shuffling movement as Qifrey stands up and gets himself out of his skirts and pants entirely now.
He returns and his legs come to bracket Olruggio's plush thighs as he then leans forward pressing a kiss against Olruggio's shoulder.
Qifrey slides up a bit, a finger urging Olruggio's mouth to open, holding onto his bottom lip as the hard length begins to press into his mouth. With his head slightly propped up from the pillow, he just needs to stay still, Qifrey pushing until he's about halfway in before pulling back, just to repeat the motion.
His free hand brushes a strand of hair out of Olruggio's face and he finds himself leaning into it.
Every gasp that leaves Qifrey's lips is an encouragement to try and take him deeper and eventually Olruggio reaches out, hands on Qifrey's hips, urging him closer and closer until eventually his nose presses against the faint trail of hair.
They stay like this for a long, quiet moment, the only sound being Qifrey's heavy breathing and the slightly muffled choking sound of Olruggio swallowing spit and precum. Neither of them are moving.
He can see the way Qifrey's eye is pressed shut, the way he can't even look down as he twitches inside Olruggio's throat.
"Can I?" The question is barely more than a gasp.
With his mouth full and unable to respond, Olruggio squeezes his hip once and somehow he understands that as a go ahead because just moments later there's a grunt and the taste of Qifrey's release fills his mouth as it spills right down his throat.
After this Qifrey doesn't linger for long, pulling back out, letting Olruggio take a coughing breath. He can feel a bit of spit or cum that made it past his lips, now sticky in his beard, but he couldn't be bothered less. Not with the sight of Qifrey above him, all dishevelled, catching his own breath too.
Despite his own need clearly begging for some attention, Olruggio gives Qifrey however long he needs to gather his bearings, before he eventually wraps a hand around himself bashfully, holding eye contact, just to remind Qifrey that he isn't done.
It takes Qifrey a moment to register what's happening but once he does, he slides lower again, putting his hand over Olruggio's, gently taking over.
Even with the weight on his legs, his hips buck up but the palm wrapped around him stays at a slower pace then what he needs.
It takes till Olruggio opens his eyes, looking up at Qifrey who was apparently waiting for that. "You wanna finish like this or something else?" It seems almost clinical, if there wasn't the lingering hitch in Qifrey's breath and the pink dusting his freckle cheeks.
"On your face?" The request is probing, almost shy but the mental image from earlier still haunts him.
He can see the hesitant look in Qifrey's eyes, the way he pulls his bottom lip in and Olruggio regrets having asked. Before he gets a chance to reassure and backtrack on his words, Qifrey nods.
Without any further tease or anything, he sinks off the bed, kneeling in the same place Olruggio was before, beckoning him closer.
With Qifrey’s lips slightly parted in invitation, Olruggio reaches out, sinking two fingers in, slowly, as if to test the waters. When the soft lips enclose around them he begins to explore, just a little, brushing over his tongue, his teeth, all while his other hand is firmly wrapped around himself, pumping at a steady pace.
The warmth of Qifrey's mouth and the flush spreading from Olruggio’s chest up to his face is warming up his whole body as he feels himself approaching a climax he's been shamefully dreaming off for the last few days.
"Close..." Is the warning he can give Qifrey as he pulls his fingers out, rubbing his member over the open lips for just a moment before he tips over.
Sticky, white ropes paint the pale skin, the clear lense of the glasses messed up as Qifrey has his eyes pressed close.
Some of the last dribble lands between Qifrey's lips.
"Wait. Don't swallow," Olruggio asks breathlessly, sinking himself down to kiss Qifrey again, tasting himself, his own release on the others lips.
When Olruggio pulls back, Qifrey still hasn't moved an inch and the first thing that he blurts out is a soft "Sorry."
He reaches over for his shirt, considering for a moment to clean Qifrey's cheek for him but then deciding to give him the space to do it himself.
Qifrey gives himself a brief wipe as Olruggio points to a door on the other side of the room. "You can clean up there, if you like."
"It's fine." His tone is calm as he wipes himself clean, not even bothering trying to get rid of the bits stuck in his hair. "I'll freshen up at home."
Something in Olruggio's heart sinks at those words. Of course he knew Qifrey wouldn't stay here, in his bed. He couldn't.
"Right, yes. Should I come with you to the windowway?" He weakly offers, even if the exhaustion is starting to settle.
"I'll find my way home." Worry gnaws on Olruggio but Qifrey's tone makes him give in, wanting to trust him.
Once the skirt is put on and smoothed out, Qifrey brushes over his cloak once more, looking almost like he hasn't just spent the past few minutes kneeling on the floor for Olruggio. Almost.
Not knowing what to say, but also needing to say something he stumbles over his words. "I'll see you soon then?"
With a hum in agreement, Qifrey makes his way to the door, hand resting on the handle. "Sleep well, Olly. You look like you need it." There's a faint smile in his voice and with that, Qifrey is gone, leaving Olruggio alone with a pounding heart and an encroaching deadline in his filthy sheets.
He gives his body a few more minutes to marinate in the mess they made before peeling the sticky sheets off him and getting to the bathroom to clean himself up.
Olruggio doesn't envy Qifrey needing to still travel with the state he's in, but that thought has a smile playing over his lips.
Two more days till he can get another taste of this.
