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Bloomingtide 9:45 Dragon
Fallon loved her birthday. She loved celebrating with her friends. She loved that it was a day that could be entirely about her. She loved using "but it's my birthday" as an excuse to get out of things that she did not want to do, or to convince people to do things that she wanted them to do for her. Some people (Viago) found it trivial that Fallon enjoyed her birthday as much as she did, but when you have a job where any day could be your last, why shouldn't making it to your next year be celebrated? As a rule, Fallon tried not to take contracts that might potentially overlap with her birthday. If it was unavoidable, Fallon always did her best to get the contract done and be back in Treviso as quickly as possible.
Unfortunately, despite her best efforts, Fallon was stuck in Minrathous on the eve of her twenty-fifth birthday. Summer storms had been rolling through the area for days, and Fallon failed to convince a single ship captain to depart for Treviso while the storms were still active. Ridiculous, Fallon thought, considering these men were professional sailors who encountered storms on the open water all the time. Still, the amount of money it would take to bribe somebody to leave Tevinter was not an amount of money that Fallon possessed. She had the fee from the contract she just completed, but sixty percent of it belonged to House de Riva, and Fallon really didn't feel like arguing with their guildmaster, Armon, about why she was turning in less than expected. There was always a chance Viago would take Fallon's side and let it go, but it was more likely that her mentor and father-figure would use it as a "learning opportunity."
Needless to say, as Fallon sat on a barstool alone at The Cobbled Swan while rain pelted the rooftop, she was in a foul mood. Fallon watched the semi-translucent liquid swirling around in her glass as she spun the toothpick that was formerly speared through the cherry, now floating in her drink. It was a terrible vodka concoction that Fallon regretted ordering, but beggars couldn't be choosers in a place like this. That she expected anything more than bottom-shelf vodka and a poorly executed mixed drink was honestly her own fault, but she was too poor and too stubborn to order something else.
"You look like that drink personally offended you." A deep, smooth voice to her right broke through Fallon's sulking. A bell went off in Fallon's head as her memory registered that she knew that voice. She tore her eyes away from her drink. Fallon's eyebrows arched in surprise as she took in the man sitting on the barstool next to her own. Dark, messy brown hair that always looked like he just rolled out of bed, that partially concealed dark eyes with a hint of mischief glimmering in them at all times. A charming smirk graced a mouth that honestly looked like it was made to be kissed. Fallon recognized it all.
"Juno?" Fallon asked in disbelief.
The man beside her looked startled, taken aback by her bluntness. "Yeah…I'm sorry, do we know each other?"
Of course, he didn't recognize her. The last time Fallon and Juno saw each other was over a decade ago. Juno's family had ties to the Magisterium, and Fallon's father was a Tevinter Magister right up until his untimely and unexpected passing. They crossed paths only a few times, but it was enough for Juno to leave an impression. Juno never spoke to Fallon like she was a child, and he entertained the then-thirteen-year-old following him around like a puppy whenever their lives entwined. Without ever having to explain, Juno had inherently understood that Fallon wanted to hang out with him solely because it would make her socialite mother angry (which, it did).
"Fuck, sorry, it's been like ten years. I'm Fallon de— Fallon Cael'Urden." It felt weird to give Juno her family name instead of "de Riva," but Cael'Urden was the name Juno would recognize. As soon as Fallon clarified who she was, recognition flashed in Juno's eyes, followed by surprise. Juno observed her for a moment longer, as if he were imagining the teenager he last saw and comparing her features to those of the woman in front of him now.
"No shit, it is you! Hey!" Juno's lips spread into a grin. He slid off his barstool and closed the distance between the two of them, wrapping Fallon in a tight hug where she sat. Fallon hugged him back, letting the familiar smell of Juno envelope her, temporarily transporting Fallon back to simpler times. When Juno pulled away, his expression shifted into one of confusion. "Wait, I heard your whole family died."
Right. It made perfect sense that Juno thought that. Fallon met Viago two days after her family's home went up in flames, and she boarded a ship to Treviso with him that same day. The news sheets reported that everyone in the Cael'Urden home perished in the fire, including her, since the only people who knew Fallon escaped were the reason she had to run in the first place. Still, even if there had been evidence to the contrary, by the time anyone who might have looked for Fallon began, she was already gone.
"I got out. Of the house, then Minrathous. The Crows found me. I'm Fallon de Riva these days." Fallon explained. She sat up a little straighter, proud not just of her affiliation with the Crows, but of surviving.
Juno took in Fallon's appearance again as he sat down on his barstool, no longer observing her for some sign of familiarity. Instead, the way Juno's eyes roved over Fallon's body the second time was explicitly to take in the aspects of her appearance that had changed since he saw her last. His gaze passed over the tattoo on her left cheek and the thin scar spanning the bridge of her nose and right cheek, then to the dagger tattooed on her left forearm. Fallon also clocked the way Juno observed her legs, her hips, her waist, and her breasts, lingering in a way that was barely short of leering.
Where most would probably be offended that Juno was openly ogling her body, Fallon was pleased. Fallon was well aware of her beauty, and she liked it when people took notice. The validation of being desired was something Fallon craved more than she would ever admit out loud, and the way Juno's eyes dilated ever-so-slightly did not go unnoticed. Fallon allowed herself a moment to give Juno a once-over as well. Juno had been attractive when they were younger, but the Shadow Dragon had aged like a fine wine, and Fallon would absolutely have a glass if that was something that interested him.
Their eyes met at the same time as Fallon and Juno finished looking each other over. In addition to the hint of desire flickering in his eyes, Juno also seemed deeply impressed. "Look at you, Fallon de Riva. Who would have thought Daddy's little princess had it in her to become a fighter?"
Fallon bristled at Juno's condescending tone. "Yes, it's wild how surviving the murder of your entire family changes someone." She replied drily.
Juno let out a bark of laughter. "There's the attitude I remember. So not everything has changed," He winked at her and sipped his beer. "So if you're a Crow, what are you doing back in Minrathous?"
"Work. Though I've been trying to leave for the last day and a half— these storms are ruining my birthday plans." Fallon grumbled into her drink, hissing slightly as the shitty vodka burned her throat.
Juno tilted his head. "Birthday?"
"Yep," Fallon confirmed bitterly, emphasizing the final consonant with a pop. "Tomorrow is my twenty-fifth birthday, and whether I spend it in Minrathous or on a ship, I'm spending it alone."
Juno immediately let out an indignant sound, shaking his head. "Well, we can't have that, can we? This storm was obviously fate's way of reuniting us after so many years, so what kind of friend would I be if I abandoned you now?"
Fallon grinned, her spirits surrounding her birthday lifting by the second— especially with the way Juno looked at her just before this. "A pretty shitty one, if I'm honest."
"Exactly, Fallon, exactly," Juno smiled before slapping a hand down on the bartop. "Barkeep! Could we get a round of—"
"Tequila," Fallon interjected, pushing her vodka cocktail away from her.
"Tequila! Tequila shots for the birthday girl. Bring the salt and the limes, if you would be so kind." Juno looked back at Fallon with another wink.
Moments later, the bartender brought over two shot glasses, each filled to the brim with amber liquid. The smell of tequila hit Fallon's nostrils before ever picking up the glass— this wasn't good tequila by any means, but it would get the job done. At least she wasn't paying for it. Together, Fallon and Juno prepared to take their shots, licking the backs of their hands before sprinkling them with salt. As they each took a lime slice, Juno passed a shot glass to Fallon, then took the other for himself.
"To reunions and new beginnings," Juno toasted. "Happy birthday, Fallon de Riva." Then, to her surprise, Juno placed the rind end of his lime slice between his teeth and gestured to Fallon to go first. Fallon's heart skipped a beat in her chest as Juno stared at her, the intention in his eyes perfectly clear. Fallon looked at the lime, then back to Juno's eyes. He kinked an eyebrow, as if to ask what she was waiting for, and truthfully? Fallon didn't know.
Emboldened by Juno's actions, Fallon set her lime slice down on the plate and reached for Juno's hand that was covered in salt. Fallon licked the salt from the back of Juno's hand, but she did not stop there. Her tongue continued its path to Juno's index and middle finger, and Fallon took them into her mouth, unbothered by the fact that they were in public. She closed her lips around them sensually and sucked, eyes locked on Juno. His eyes widened, pupils dilating until the ring of his deep brown irises could barely be seen around black. Fallon watched as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, and Fallon could have sworn she heard the man across from her groan softly.
Fallon released his fingers from her mouth with a smirk, downed her shot of tequila with another hiss as the liquid that was probably closer to paint thinner than tequila slid down her esophagus. She leaned forward and bit into the lime sticking out of Juno's mouth, the tart juice coating her tongue as a salve to the tequila. Fallon closed her mouth around the lime itself, lips brushing Juno's as she removed the fruit from his mouth and pulled away.
For a moment, Juno stared at Fallon, completely dumbstruck as he processed what just happened. Juno blinked slowly, then his lips slowly spread into a grin. "Well, then," Juno chuckled. He picked up the lime Fallon set down and leaned forward to tap her lips with the two fingers she'd put in his mouth. "Open."
Fallon complied obediently, then bit down on the rind of Juno's lime when he placed it between her teeth to hold it in place. Deviance flashed in Juno's eyes, and Fallon watched as he reached for her abandoned cocktail from earlier, only to remove a half-melted ice cube from within. Juno held it delicately between his fingers as his gaze dropped to the slender column of Fallon's neck. "May I?"
Fallon nodded, not one hundred percent sure what she had just agreed to, but she had a feeling that she would enjoy it no matter what. With a sly smile, Juno leaned forward again and pressed the rapidly melting ice cube against Fallon's skin where her shoulder met her neck. Fallon gasped and shivered as the freezing water dripped from her neck to her collarbone, down her shirt, and between her breasts. A jolt of arousal pulsed through Fallon as she realized what Juno was doing, and she automatically tilted her head to give Juno better access when he returned to her neck with the salt shaker in hand.
"Clever girl." Juno hummed approvingly, gaze smoldering as he sprinkled salt on her neck.
A witty retort sat on the tip of Fallon's tongue, but she could not make it with the lime in her mouth, so she settled for a smug eyebrow raise while Juno picked up his shot glass. The look on her face did not last, however, because without warning, Juno leaned forward and licked the salt from Fallon's neck. Fallon whimpered as Juno's teeth grazed her skin before he retreated to down his own shot of tequila with a scrunch of his nose as he, too, experienced the sensation of shitty tequila burning through his body. As though he could not stand the idea of being upstaged, Juno leaned in, removed the lime from Fallon's mouth, and kissed her hungrily. His tongue slid into her mouth the moment their lips connected, sharing the remnants of bottom-shelf tequila with Fallon. Fallon moaned softly into Juno's mouth, her hands flexing in her lap as she considered gripping the front of Juno's shirt to keep him there.
Before Fallon could make her move, someone (likely the bartender) loudly cleared their throat, causing Juno to retreat, but he didn't look sorry in the slightest. Juno licked his lips, panting ever so slightly. "You wanna get out of here?"
It was embarrassing how quickly Fallon nodded her head yes.
~*~
The door to Juno's flat opened with a loud bang as it collided with the wall in his entryway, but neither Juno nor Fallon cared enough to check and see if there was a hole in the wall from the force of the impact. They were too busy exchanging heated, desperate kisses— an act they had been engaged in since the moment they entered Juno's building. Fallon probably would have kissed him the whole walk back to his flat from The Cobbled Swan, but the pouring rain had them tearing through the streets of Dock Town like they were being chased by Venatori to get there as quickly as possible.
Juno kicked the door shut with his foot, causing another resounding bang to ring out, and Fallon giggled. "Your neighbors must love you." She murmured against Juno's lips as he pinned her to the door.
"My neighbors are fuckwits." Juno joined in her laughter. As he nipped Fallon's bottom lip with his teeth, Fallon registered the faint click of a lock sliding back into place, then she and Juno were on the move again. Juno gripped Fallon's hips tightly as he walked her backwards through the room, never breaking the kiss once. Fallon vaguely wondered how many times Juno had taken this exact path with someone else, for him to be able to do it with his eyes closed. Not that she cared about Juno's history, she was simply impressed.
When they stopped again, Fallon felt the edge of either a table or a counter against the small of her back. Juno braced his hands on either side of her body and began a calculated assault on her jawline and neck, alternating between quick kisses and his teeth scraping against her skin, and latching his mouth to her body to suckle love bites into her pale flesh. Fallon emitted tiny, breathy moans with each kiss and bite, while her fingers began pawing at the buttons on Juno's shirt.
For the first time since entering his home, Juno's face was not in her direct line of sight, so she was able to take a better look at the flat. They were in the kitchen, and as Fallon glanced around the space, she realized that Juno likely had the route to his kitchen memorized (even with his eyes closed) because his entire flat was one open room. Two rooms, technically, if the divider that barely separated the bathroom from the rest of the flat could be counted. Regardless, Juno's entire flat was not much larger than Fallon's bedroom at the de Riva estate.
Juno rolled his hips against Fallon's, and she inhaled sharply as the hard length of him pressed insistently into her hip. "Do you have any idea," Juno muttered into her ear before tugging gently on her earlobe with his teeth. Fallon whimpered as Juno continued. "How hard it was, not to drag you into the bathroom at the Swan and fuck you right there after that shit you pulled when you took your tequila shot?"
"Probably as hard as your dick is right now, if you're asking me to guess." Fallon quipped with a soft snort of laughter. Her cheek earned Fallon a quiet snarl from Juno. There was no space between their bodies anymore, but Juno took a small step forward anyway, causing the edge of the counter to go from being something Fallon leaned against to digging into her back.
"Tease." Juno nipped her ear again, chastising her.
Fallon shivered. Not from arousal, but because she was still wearing wet clothing, soaked to the bone from the rain, and the temperature in Juno's flat was cooler than the air outside. She felt her nipples pebble beneath her breastband, but the usually pleasant feeling of the fabric lightly scraping them as another hard body collided with her own was replaced with the discomfort from rubbing against wet fabric.
"This sounds like a line from one of those romance serials, but I would really love to get out of these wet clothes." Fallon tried to say it seriously, but she dissolved into giggles from the ridiculousness.
Juno's shoulders shook with quiet laughter as he kissed her neck. When he raised his head to look at her, Fallon's hand automatically went for Juno's hair, wet and plastered to his forehead in such a way that she was unsure how he was able to see, and pushed it out of the way. It was the first time Fallon had actually seen Juno's entire face without the obstruction of his messy hair, and Maker, Juno's looks were devastating.
His dark eyes were blown wide with lust, and the way he looked at Fallon like he was going to eat her alive had Fallon attempting to press her thighs together desperately for an ounce of friction. In another life, one where Fallon's parents were still alive, or perhaps one where the Shadow Dragons found Fallon on the streets before Viago, Juno Mercar would have been both Fallon's salvation and her ruin.
"That can be arranged," Juno assured her with a sly look. His hands began to make quick work of her top, unbuttoning about half of the buttons before just pulling the rich purple fabric over her head and tossing it haphazardly onto the floor with a wet plop. Her breast band followed almost instantly. Fallon nearly made a quip about how deftly Juno was able to remove the piece of fabric that many men often struggled with, but her ability to make snarky comments left her body the second Juno stepped back to stare at her body like he was inspecting a piece of art. "Fuck." He groaned appreciatively as his eyes drifted to her naked breasts— soft, damp from the rain, and flushed slightly pink from both arousal and the feeling of cool air hitting overheated skin.
Having already gotten through the first couple of buttons on Juno's shirt earlier, Fallon returned the favor, pushing the soaked cotton up his torso. Juno's skin glistened slightly in the dim lighting of his flat as droplets of water reflected off the planes and valleys of muscle, and Fallon's mouth watered as she stared at him unabashed. "Fuck, yourself." Fallon returned the appreciation as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Not tonight, I won't be." Juno winked cheekily. Fallon rolled her eyes at his joke as she bent down to remove her boots and the uncomfortably wet socks hidden within. That was as far as she got before Juno reentered her personal space, having stripped down to his smalls while she removed her boots.
"Only if you play your cards right." Fallon teased, resting her hands on Juno's chest as soon as he was within reach.
Juno snorted with incredulous laughter. "Play my cards right?" Juno's hands settled on her hips as he pinned her against the counter. He overtly looked down at Fallon's breasts, then back to her face with a smirk. "Sweetheart, you're already half-naked in my kitchen. I'm pretty sure I won that round of Wicked Grace back at the Swan."
Fallon couldn't deny it, and she didn't need to admit that out loud for either of them to know. As if to prove his point further, Juno resumed his task of undressing Fallon, unlacing her tight pants and pulling them down to her ankles along with her smalls, with only some difficulty since the wet leather was determined to stick to Fallon's skin. Fallon stepped out of her pants and kicked them to the side as Juno rose slowly. The man was practically drooling as he drank in the sight of the rest of Fallon's now naked body. As he adjusted his swollen cock within his smalls, Fallon couldn't help the smug expression on her face once Juno's gaze returned to meet hers.
"Someone's cocky," Juno called her out without hesitation.
"You would be too if your body was the reason a dozen or so scumbags are now six feet under." Fallon shrugged unapologetically.
Juno's brow crinkled curiously as he tried to work out the meaning of her statement. "What, like, you've smothered people to death with your thighs?"
Fallon's laugh was high-pitched and sharp as she shook her head. "No," Fallon playfully pinched Juno's nipple, pulling a grunt of surprise from him. "I take seduction contracts as part of my work for the Crows. Luring people in simply by being hot and knowing the right words to say is literally part of my job half the time."
"Sounds more like a siren than a Crow to me," Juno observed. "Should I be worried? Is this an elaborate trap?" Despite the playful nature of his tone, the quick flash of fear in Juno's eyes did not go unnoticed.
"Oh, sweetheart," Fallon's lips split into a wicked grin as she parroted Juno condescendingly. Fallon placed a hand on the back of Juno's neck and pulled his face towards hers, close enough that Fallon's lips grazed Juno's when she spoke again. "If you were a target, you'd be dead already."
"Fuck." Juno groaned with barely controlled lust before closing what little distance remained to capture Fallon's lips in a rough kiss.
Tongues and teeth clashed each time their lips collided. There was no reverence or gentleness in the way each of them grabbed and groped at whatever part of the other's body they could reach. Fallon shivered as calloused hands cupped her breasts, followed by a gasp into Juno's mouth as his thumbs rolled over each of her nipples. Meanwhile, her own fingertips danced across Juno's abdomen, fingernails scraping his skin lightly as she went, until she reached the waistband of his smalls. Fallon wanted to see all of Juno— it seemed only fair since he'd seen all of her now.
Juno's hands dropped to Fallon's wrists, stopping her from going any further. "Not so fast, sweetheart," Juno's laugh rumbled against Fallon's lips as he broke the kiss. Juno's five o'clock shadow deliciously scraped Fallon's skin as he left a trail of kisses from her jaw to her neck, then her shoulder, and finally the outer shell of her ear.
There was just enough of a height difference between Fallon and Juno that, when trapped between his body and the counter like this, the pointy tips of Fallon's ears were accessible to Juno. Fallon keened as Juno took the tip of her ear between his teeth and gently tugged the sensitive cartilage. Her entire body arched against Juno's, silently urging him to touch her. Juno let go of her wrist and brought two of his fingers to her lips. "The birthday girl deserves a present first, don't you think?" Juno tapped Fallon's bottom lip with his fingers expectantly.
"Well, if you—"
Despite knowing what Juno was about to do, Fallon still made a noise of surprise as Juno stuffed his fingers into her mouth to cut off the end of her sentence. She closed her lips around Juno's fingers instinctively and sucked, pushing them deeper into her mouth to the second knuckle. "That's a good girl," Juno hummed approvingly, his eyes trained on Fallon's mouth as he licked his lips. Juno stifled a groan as Fallon's tongue circled his fingers, and his length twitched against Fallon's hip insistently as he watched her. Fallon was confident that Juno was imagining how her lips would look stretched around his cock, instead, a thought that also left Fallon eager to drop to her knees.
That would have to wait until later, though, because Juno had other plans. He removed his fingers from Fallon's mouth and wasted no time before slipping his hand between their bodies to dip his spit-slick fingers between her legs. Fallon shivered as Juno inhaled sharply and shook his head, a pleased expression on his face. "Maker, Andraste, and the fucking Divine, birthday girl. Why did I even bother putting my fingers in your mouth?" Juno teased. He dragged his fingers across her aching cunt in lazy circles, coating them in her arousal without ever delving inside of her.
"Because it was hot. Are you complaining?" Fallon quipped as she rocked into Juno's touch.
"Hell no. Just making an observation, sweetheart." With that, Juno ceased his teasing and slid his fingers inside her tight heat with ease. Fallon's head dropped onto Juno's shoulder, and she moaned as she gripped the counter for support.
The curling of Juno's fingers within her while his thumb circled her clit was a welcome reprieve from the distinct lack of pleasure Fallon had experienced recently, and Fallon's eyes fluttered shut as she sank into the feeling of an empty head. Unfortunately for Fallon, the last two people to touch her like this before Juno were not only targets, but they were targets who thought they were excellent at making a woman come when they were not. As a seduction Crow, Fallon found herself in situations with men who thought they were excellent lovers when they weren't, as often as she found herself in situations where her target did not care about her pleasure at all. So while it had not been terribly long since someone had their hand between Fallon's legs, it had been a while since the fingers spreading her open knew what they were doing (aside from her own). It was the least the Maker could do for her, considering he trapped her in Minrathous for her birthday when the last birthday she spent in this city was ten years ago, weeks before her parents died.
With her head on his shoulder, Fallon's ear was within reach of Juno's mouth, and the Shadow Dragon took full advantage of this fact by biting the pointy tip of her sensitive ear again. Fallon's entire body trembled as her grip on the counter tightened. "Fuck, Juno." Fallon panted.
Juno's low laugh rumbled against her ear, and Fallon felt his lips spread into a smirk. "That's it, birthday girl. Just enjoy the ride." He breathed before stepping away from Fallon just far enough so he could drop to his knees at her feet. Without warning, Juno threw Fallon's leg over his shoulder, and his mouth replaced his thumb on her clit, circling the sensitive nub with calculated precision.
"Oh, fuck!" Fallon wailed as her head fell back. The cocky bastard dared to laugh against her clit when she cried out, and Fallon couldn't even be mad. It felt too good. Fallon wanted so desperately to run her fingers through Juno's hair and hold his face in place until she came, but she needed every ounce of her strength and willpower to remain upright against the counter as Juno's mouth and fingers drove her towards the edge of oblivion.
"Juno, fuck, I'm—" Fallon's declaration died in her throat with a gasp, thrust aside by a loud moan of pleasure as her climax shattered her ability to speak in coherent sentences. Juno's fingers and tongue only stopped moving when Fallon began whimpering about sensitivity after her orgasm subsided. When he rose to his feet, it was with a smug look on his face as he licked his fingers clean, then wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
Fallon grabbed the front of Juno's smalls, slipping her fingers beneath the waistband to yank him closer to her. She captured his mouth with her own passionately in an attempt to silently express her gratitude for the orgasm while simultaneously pushing his smalls past his hips, with help from Juno. While Fallon was fully prepared for Juno to turn her around and fuck her against the kitchen counter, the Shadow Dragon was apparently ever so slightly more of a gentleman than she anticipated him being. Juno took Fallon by the hand and guided her out of his kitchen with an amused grin.
"Don't look so surprised, sweetheart. I'm not an animal." Juno teased her. In the haze of her post-orgasm high, Fallon hadn't realized that the surprise at their relocation was noticeable in her expression. What absolutely did not surprise Fallon, however, was the fact that Juno's "bed" was simply a mattress on the floor. Fallon let go of Juno's hand to ease herself onto the mattress. She sat back on her knees, and she realized as she waited for Juno to join her that the sole benefit of his mattress being on the floor was that his cock was at her eye level, and her knees were not going to suffer for it.
Juno had a nice dick, too. It’s big, and just girthy enough that it was going to be a snug fit inside her pussy, but not so much that it would be uncomfortable, and gods, Fallon wanted to choke on it. Fallon's eyes lingered on Juno's cock before drifting up to meet his gaze. Fallon's tongue darted from her mouth to lick her lips, with one eyebrow raised in silent inquiry.
Juno let out a laugh as he took a small step towards Fallon, his arousal in hand. "Look, if the birthday girl wants to suck my dick, who am I to tell her no?"
Fallon grinned, but said nothing in reply. She placed one hand on Juno's thigh to anchor herself, while the other wrapped around his length. Together, Fallon and Juno guided his cock into her waiting mouth, with Juno's hand redirecting to her hair as soon as her lips closed around his head. Juno grunted softly as Fallon began diligently bobbing her head along his member, grip tightening in her hair with every pass of her mouth. "Fuck, sweetheart, you like doing this, don't you?"
Fallon nodded to the best of her ability, humming in confirmation as she took Juno deeper into her mouth until the head of his cock was at the back of her throat. She gagged slightly as her body contracted around Juno, pulling a moan from Juno as he held her head in place for one second, then two, then three. He pulled Fallon's mouth away from him by her hair, and Fallon inhaled audibly as she breathed in and wiped the tears from her eyes. She looked up at Juno with a smug expression.
"Yeah, we're gonna come back to that," Juno panted with a chuckle as he released his grip on her hair. Juno placed his hand on Fallon's shoulder and gently pushed her backwards onto the mattress. Fallon adjusted her body accordingly, propping herself up on her elbows. Juno paused for a brief moment to observe Fallon's naked body, flushed pink and spread out for him in his bed. He shook his head, almost in disbelief. "Andraste's tits, you're hot." He complimented her.
Fallon smirked. "Are you going to fuck me or just stare?"
Juno barked with laughter as he dropped to the mattress to join her. "Fuck you. Definitely going to fuck you." Juno crawled between her legs, caging her body in with his own as he leaned forward to kiss her. Each kiss was rough, bruising, and needy as Juno teasingly ground his hips against Fallon's. The girth of his cock slid through her slick heat and brushed against her clit with each movement, sending little shocks of pleasure through Fallon's body as they panted into one another's mouths. With it, Fallon's patience waned.
"Juno," Fallon muttered against his lips impatiently. "Fuck me."
Juno laughed again before biting her bottom lip harshly, pulling a low whine from Fallon. "So impatient."
"It's my birthday. I'm allowed to be impatient." Fallon huffed.
"You're right, you're right. I'm sorry, birthday girl," Juno kissed her once more, then sat back on his knees. He gripped his cock and positioned himself at the entrance to Fallon's cunt with a smirk. Mercifully, Juno took Fallon's impatience to heart, and he did not tease her again, instead choosing to thrust inside of her in one swift motion until he bottomed out. Fallon's head fell back as they moaned in tandem while Fallon's body stretched to accommodate Juno's cock. Juno looked down at where their bodies were joined, spreading her legs further apart as he gripped her thighs as an anchor. "Fuck, look at you, taking my cock like a gods-damned champ."
"Hopefully you know how to use it." Fallon teased, sticking her tongue out at Juno.
"Oh-ho, is that a challenge, sweetheart?" Juno laughed incredulously, inching his cock out of her slowly, then shallowly thrusting.
"Maybe it is, considering that you keep putting it off." Fallon dared him, not the slightest bit sorry for egging him on.
"So impatient." Juno scolded her again with a shake of his head, but he's still wearing that boyish grin that caused Fallon to have a crush on him in her youth. If her thirteen-year-old self could see her now… Not that she had any additional time to dwell on the thought, because Juno finally stopped teasing her with shallow movements. The next time he withdrew, Juno pulled out almost completely before thrusting back inside her to his stones, causing Fallon to cry out as her back arched off the mattress.
"Fuck, Juno!" Fallon cried out as she gripped the sheets.
"And you were worried I wouldn't know how to use it." Juno's voice was smug as he began to fuck Fallon hard and fast. Long, deep strokes were replaced by shorter, but just as powerful movements of Juno's hips. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and a near-constant string of moans from Fallon filled the tiny apartment. If Fallon were a better person, or even a more modest one, she would be worried about the fact that the walls were probably paper-thin, and Juno was definitely not going to be the only person in this building who would know once Fallon came.
But Fallon was not that person, and the idea of Juno's neighbors overhearing her get her back blown out actually turned Fallon on more, which she hadn't thought possible.
Fallon's fingers moved to her clit, stimulating the sensitive bud as Juno maintained his pace. Her climax was close; she just needed a little more.
"C'mon, sweetheart," Juno panted, his eyes glued to her breasts as they bounced every time his body collided with Fallon's. "Be a good girl and come for me one more time before I fuck your mouth. Want you to taste yourself on my cock."
"Oh fuck." Fallon whimpered as she imagined the picture Juno just painted for her. Gods, she wanted that. Needed it, even. Juno pushed her hand out of the way to stimulate her clit with his thumb, which was honestly ideal, because Fallon was rapidly losing the capacity to do anything other than fist Juno's sheets in an attempt to keep herself from floating away.
Fallon came a second time with a sharp cry, her cunt pulsing and clenching around Juno's cock. Stars formed behind her eyes, and for a moment, Fallon forgot how to breathe. When her body remembered, she gasped for air before another string of sounds left her mouth as Juno fucked her through her orgasm.
The moment Fallon's orgasm subsided, Juno removed his cock from her cunt. Fallon whined at the loss of fullness. Juno gave her as sympathetic a look as one could possibly give while gripping the base of his cock to stave off his own orgasm just a bit longer. "I know, sweetheart, I know. I'm close, though, so if you want me to come in your mouth and not all over that pretty face, you better come here."
Despite her limbs feeling wobbly as a baby halla, Fallon managed to reposition herself so she was on all fours. Her arms and legs shook a little, and remaining upright took effort, but the alternative did not appeal to Fallon in the slightest. Juno scuffled over to Fallon on his knees on the mattress, and by the time he reached her, Fallon's mouth was open and waitng.
"Maker's balls, do you actually like sucking dick this much, or am I just special? Actually, no, don't answer that." Juno chuckled as he placed the head of his cock on her tongue. The moment Fallon's lips wrapped around Juno's dick once more, Juno grabbed Fallon's ponytail to hold her in place as he fucked her mouth at a rapid pace, and Fallon moaned happily. If she thought she could manage holding her body up with one hand, she would reach between her legs to stimulate her clit again.
The answer to Juno's question was, yes, Fallon really enjoyed giving people head. Even when they were using her mouth and controlling the situation like Juno was, oral sex made Fallon feel powerful. It took a level of skill not everyone possessed. She loved knowing that her sexual partner was falling apart because of something she did, and that by being so good at something, her sexual partner might picture her next time they're alone, or compare everyone else's skills to Fallon's.
Juno must have waited until almost the last possible second to remove himself from her cunt, because his cock was in Fallon's mouth for less than a minute before Juno came with several low grunts of pleasure. The warm, salty, tangy taste of his seed hit her tongue as Juno spilled into her mouth in long, pulsing ribbons. Fallon swallowed down everything Juno poured into her mouth, only pulling away when he had nothing left to give. Fallon sat back on her knees and looked up at Juno proudly as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.
Juno emitted a hazy, blissed-out laugh as he caught his breath, shaking his head. "Fuck, Fallon. You're way too good at that."
Fallon beamed as Juno used her name instead of a pet name for the first time all evening, and that was how she knew she'd accomplished her goal of ensuring Juno never forgot her, even if this never happened again. Fallon leaned forward and kissed Juno one more time before rising from his mattress and padding over to his kitchen to retrieve her clothes and get dressed. Juno followed behind her and produced two copper mugs from a cabinet. He filled them both with water, nudged one in Fallon's direction, then leaned against the counter, watching as Fallon put her clothes on.
"How often do you come to Minrathous for Crow stuff?" Juno inquired casually.
"Not often. Why? Do you miss me already?" Fallon teased as she finished wiggling back into her pants, which were still soaking wet. She took the mug from the counter and downed half the contents in three swallows.
"Well, of course," Juno winked as he took a gulp from his mug. "Seriously, though, hit me up next time you're in town. It would be great to, ya know, catch up again."
Fallon smirked. Internally, her ego grew three sizes as she bent over to slip her boots on. "For sure, I would definitely be interested in catching up again. How should I get in contact with you?" Fallon scowled as her wet socks slid into her equally wet boots. It was going to be a miserable walk home.
"You Crows have contacts in the Shadow Dragons, right?" Juno asked. "Get word to them, and they'll get it to me."
Fallon stood, took the mug from the counter, and finished off her water. She nodded in agreement as she placed the mug back down. "Sounds like a plan," Fallon pushed herself away from the counter and stepped into Juno's space. The man was still naked, and Fallon allowed herself one last lingering look at his chisled physique before wrapping her arms around his neck. Fallon leaned in and kissed Juno slowly, allowing her lips to press against his for two full beats before pulling away. "Thanks for a great early birthday present." Fallon grinned as she stepped out of Juno's space once more.
"Anytime, sweetheart," Juno smiled back at her. "Be safe getting back to wherever you're staying, yeah? I know you can handle yourself, but you know. Dock Town is still Dock Town."
Fallon chuckled. "That it is. Have a good night, Juno."
"Good night, birthday girl."
With that, Fallon turned on her heels and headed for the front door of Juno's apartment. As soon as the door closed behind her, Fallon heard the lock click into place. She smiled to herself, feeling much lighter and far less angry about the fact that she would be spending her actual birthday alone, on a boat back to Treviso. At least she would have the memories of tonight to keep her company.