Fandom: Darkest Dungeon
Rating: E
Warnings: /
Relationships: Bounty Hunter/Houndmaster
Characters: Bounty Hunter, Houndmaster
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Bottom Bounty Hunter
Summary:
Tardif gets an itch, but there's only one person who could help him with it...
(AO3 link)
When it comes to sex, Tardif is usually a giver, but there are times in which he makes exceptions. So What? He has needs too.
Usually these moods he gets into from time to time aren’t a problem for him, but now that he’s become a resident of the Hamlet… Things have just gotten more complicated: before it was easier, he just entered a tavern and pick the first person that was interested. Who cared if they spread rumors after the deed? He would’ve already left town by the time it would happen, looking for his next bounty to bring to justice. There was also the fact that he didn’t even know the person who’d fuck him, and that made things even better.
Now it’s different: not only he’d be subjected to rumors, but he also knows these people. It should be better like this, but to Tardif, to ask someone to take care of him is more awkward if he does it to someone he knows.
Still, the need is growing inside him, to the point that he’s caught himself daydreaming of getting a good fuck. He needs to do something about it, even at the cost of turning to one of his adventuring companions for help.
This, however, brings another problem in: who should he go to?
For a moment, just a fleeting moment, he considers Dismas, only to come to the conclusion that he’d rather lose an arm than go to him; not only he’d be insufferable before, during and after the act, but the entire town would know about it in a matter of hours. There’s the fact that they’ve already shared a bed a couple of times, but it’s not worth the humiliation.
The most reasonable choice, he thinks, is William: not only they’ve been together quite a few times already - what? They have the right to blow off steam the way they want to - but he feels that he’d be respectful enough. Most importantly, he’d keep the secret, and that’s something fundamental.
In the end, asking came easier than he thought. Maybe that’s just because William is such a friendly individual that he can put anyone at ease, Tardif included.
All he had to do was finding him at the tavern, getting to drink with him - because in no way in hell he was going to do this shit sober - and then blurting out that he’d like to get fucked.
“You mean, right now?” William asked. At least he hadn’t dismissed the idea immediately, nor he took any jab at him for his desire.
Tardif shrugged, trying to give off the impression that he didn’t really care about it. “Whenever.”
William nodded, lost in his thoughts, and was the alcohol already getting to his brain, or was there a hungry spark in his eyes? Maybe Tardif wasn’t the only one who wanted this.
“I’m on patrol today, but tomorrow we could organize something,” he said, then. Good enough for Tardif.
“Sure.”
Tardif is beginning to regret asking this of William, not because he’s done anything wrong, but because even now that they’re already in bed and naked - actually, especially now that they’re already in bed and naked - he can’t help but to find this embarrassing.
William seems to notice how tense he is, but he just chuckles, resting his hands on his shoulders and lightly squeezing them. “You’ve got to relax.”
“Make me,” Tardif huffs, and at that point William silences him with a kiss, pushing him down the bed. Eh, not bad.
As he feels William’s hands exploring his body just like he always does - he’s a very touchy person under the covers - the tension that was afflicting Tardif does begin to dissipate as he gets more and more into it, rocking his body against the other’s to get more friction.
He almost chuckles amused when William inevitably squeezes his chest, feeling the soft muscle under his hands - he almost has an obsession with it - but then William rolls his nipples into his fingers, and Tardif twitches, grunting.
“Sensitive, huh?” William mutters after pulling away from Tardif, gaze low to look at his body. By the Light it looks like he’s eating him with his eyes.
Tardif grunts again, but it’s good enough of a response for William, who doesn’t push it, knowing that Tardif tends to clam up if things begin to get too personal, even in bed, and he doesn’t want to ruin the night for either of them.
He lowers himself to kiss a trail from Tardif’s jaw to his shoulder, enjoying the way he makes him shiver - his beard is ticklish.
Usually Tardif isn’t this passive, but William can’t say he doesn’t enjoy the change, and he’ll make sure that it’s the same for Tardif.
“You’re still sure you want it?” he asks, wanting to be certain.
Tardif nods. He’s waited for it for too long; he needs it.
William nods, then goes back to kissing Tardif, who frowns a bit because kissing isn’t something that he is too fond of, but he’ll make an exception for him.
As he rummages under the mattress to find the vial of oil he’s gotten hidden in there, Tardif already begins to turn around. William could comment something about how eager he is, but he knows better and keeps his mouth shut; besides, he can’t deny that Tardif’s desire is contagious, because he feels his will shattering and being replaced by an intense fire that only having Tardif will satiate.
When he finds the oil and turns back to the other, settling behind him, and he caresses his back with one hand. Tardif twitches minutely at the smallest motion, and if William didn’t have such a keen eye, he might’ve missed it.
It’s now that William realizes that he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Tardif’s back, if you exclude when they march during their missions, but to have him this unguarded? Never happened.
Tardif is a powerful man; it can be visible even in his physique, strong and imposing. Everything William touches is pure muscle.
He’d take some time to worship his body the way it deserves, but Tardif grunts impatiently, eager to get going, so William supposes he’ll make him happy, though this doesn’t stop him from kissing every inch of skin he can get his lips on.
He’s sure he’ll get another shot at it eventually, when they’re both in a more patient mood.
His hands travel down to Tardif’s ass, squeezing each cheek, and this time, the sound coming out of Tardif’s lips is more akin to a moan.
He doesn’t want to pull away, but he has to in order to coat his fingers in oil, so he supposes that’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make. It’ll help speed things up.
Once he’s ready, he brings his hands back to Tardif’s body. With one hand he caresses his inner thigh, while with the other he begins to circle his rim, getting it wet with oil; an involuntary shiver runs across Tardif’s spine, and William hears him exhale a breath that he’s been keeping for who knows how long, but what he’s most focused on is his pink entrance, watching it twitch at the passage of his finger.
The temptation to tease him is too strong to ignore, and in fact at first William barely presses a digit inside, beginning to wiggle it immediately, but the sounds that come out of Tardif’s mouth make him reconsider the slow approach, again.
As he keeps going he marvels at how loud Tardif is being already, something that usually doesn’t happen while they fuck, or ever in general, as Tardif has always been a man of few words, and that includes any other kind of noise a human can make.
Another finger joins the first, and soon William finds himself scissoring them, opening Tardif up.
“So smooth…” William chuckles, marveling at how easily his fingers are slipping inside. Tardif must be really be eager, huh?
Wait, unless…
“Did you already prepare yourself?”
Tardif doesn’t say anything, but William notices the blush spreading across his skin, which is answer enough for him. Yes, he must’ve prepared himself already.
William feels his cock twitch at the thought of Tardif, alone, sticking his fingers inside him, opening himself up for later.
Well, it would be impolite of him to make all this effort go to waste then, wouldn’t it?
He notices how Tardif’s hole twitches once he pulls his fingers away, like it’s already missing the stretch.
There’s no need to worry though: he’ll be filled again soon enough.
As he coats his cock in oil, shivering at the sensation, he misses Tardif turning his head to watch him, a hungry shine in his eyes, but as soon as he draws his attention back to Tardif, he turns away, biting his lower lips, head downcast and gaze fixed on the bed under him.
This position doesn’t make him any less exposed; actually, he might be even more exposed like this. Why did he think that putting himself on all fours would be better than just lying down? Ah right, because William can’t see his face like this, can’t see the vulnerability on it.
He's got to keep at least a bit of semblance of his well-constructed appearance.
As well-constructed as it might be, it still crumbles when he feels William pushing his cock past his entrance. By the time the head’s made it inside, he can’t help but to genuinely moan at the stretch, then he feels a hand caressing his hip, and he twitches.
“You should relax more,” William tells him. Easy for him to say, he’s not the one with a dick up his ass, though considering how many times their situation has been reversed, maybe Tardif is being unfair.
He gets distracted from retorting by the feeling of William getting deeper and deeper, until his crotch is completely flush his ass. His dick isn’t huge by any means, but it’s still a good size that makes it hard for Tardif not to shiver, nor moan.
It is soothing though when William leans over him, leaving trails of kisses over his back and shoulders. Tardif wonders if this is how he feels when he’s the one doing it, though William doesn’t envelop him as much as he does, but it’s still a nice feeling.
Slowly but surely, Tardif begins to feel more and more comfortable with everything’s that going on, to the point that he doesn’t even care anymore about the noises he’s making. He still isn’t as loud as certain other people, but to his standards, that certainly seems to be the case.
All William can do while this happens is keep fucking him and enjoying the sounds that are coming from him. He’s still having a hard time believing that this is truly happening, but all these sensations he’s feeling must be real, so yeah, he’s awake.
Tardif feels so tight and good that William doesn’t know how long he’s going to last. He’s about to warn the other of this, when he notices something: at some point, he’s managed to sneak one hand between his legs and he’s jerking himself off at the same time of William’s thrusts. Oh…
“You’re really enjoying this, huh?” he can’t help but to chuckle. The blush on Tardif’s body becomes even deeper.
“S-Shut up,” he grunts. Despite everything, however, he hasn’t stopped moving his hand.
“It’s a good thing, you know?” William tries to soothe him. “Besides, I’m enjoying myself as well…”
Those words reignite Tardif’s confidence. Even though he doesn’t turn around, William can hear the smirk in his voice. “Are you now?”
William nods. “’m close.”
“M-Me too…” Tardif manages to stutter. It’s the first time William sees him like this; he must be doing a great job if he’s hindering his ability to speak.
Again, he’s struck by the thought that Tardif’s allowing this, that he’s letting him do this-- no, not just that, that he asked him to do it. This is what he wanted.
William’s thrusts become more irregular, as he blindly chases after his orgasm. Tardif has even begun moving on his own, pushing down when William pushes up, and groans at the feeling of being penetrated deeper and deeper.
Later, Tardif will blame it on the fact that it’s been quite a while since the last time he’s been penetrated - blame it in his head, of course, because he’d never point it out loud, not until he’s with William - and on the fact that all these forgotten sensations have resurfaced more intense than ever for the fact that he’s the first one to come.
His entire body shakes as he finds his release, eyes half-closed and lips hanging open, letting out another loud moan that he prays nobody outside hears.
At this point, it’s too much for William who, at the feeling of Tardif’s inner walls clutching around his cock, can only come as well, moaning something that is very similar to his name.
After a long moment spent catching their breaths, William pulls away. As he looks down, however, he can’t help but to grimace at the mess he’s made inside Tardif.
“I should’ve asked where… I’m sorry.”
Tardif doesn’t respond immediately, but he does it before beginning to move, back still turned to William. “It’s fine. I’ll clean up later.”
Only then, once he’s regained the ability to control his body, he finally turns around, gracelessly landing with his back on the mattress, face covered by one of his arms.
Feeling bold, William slowly moves beside him and reaches for his wrist, slowly moving his arm down to reveal a very flushed face, and an expression that he’s never seen on Tardif’s face - and he, unlike most of the others, has seen what’s kept under the mask quite a lot.
“How are you holdin’ up?” he asks then, trying to make it sound like a casual question, since he knows for a fact that Tardif hates when people express concern about him no matter the situation.
“Fine,” Tardif bluntly replies, then he turns to William, finally looking at him in the eyes. “… You?”
William wouldn’t say that Tardif sounds insecure, because that would be a disservice to the man, but there is a hint of uncertainty in his voice, though he doesn’t point it out.
“I’m great,” he replies, honestly, lying down entirely to join him. “I enjoyed myself quite a lot. Did you?”
Tardif nods without adding anything, which is as good as an admission William is going to get, so he doesn’t push it.
He thought this was going to be then end of it, that now they were going to get cleaned up, get dressed, and go their merry ways. This has been fun, but it wasn’t something meant to happen again, just an itch Tardif wanted to scratch, and yet…
“We could do this again…”
William barely catches Tardif’s words, but he does nonetheless and he turns to look at him, who predictably has his gaze pointed elsewhere.
Second piece done for the @ddfanzine ! A very different vibe but hey it’s not all about the struggles; it’s also about finding acceptance and comfort at the end of the road even if it doesn't fix anything
