She’s got you by the balls: AC DC

Pairings: Vulpes Inculta/F!Courier
Kinks: Het, Oral, Consensual
Summary: F!Courier gives Vulpes a blowjob.

Hope you like, OP.

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It was at the bottom of Fortification Hill that she stopped, looked over her shoulder and realised she hadn’t been mistaken. She left the path and walked into the narrow ditch that encircled the base of the hill, and turned around when she had reached the dead end. Arms akimbo, the Courier faced the man behind her and flashed him a grin that wasn’t all too friendly.
“Are you following me?”
“Just seeing you safely out”, Vulpes replied smoothly. “You seem to have taken a wrong turn.”
The courier cocked an eyebrow.
Vulpes took a step towards her and crossed his arms. “I don’t trust you, even though Caesar obviously does.”
“Are you accusing me of double-crossing?”
“As of yet, I am accusing you of nothing”, Vulpes gave back. “I just wanted you to know that I have my eyes on you, profligate whore.”
The courier brushed a strand of hair back behind an ear. “A whore, am I?” She chuckled. “Is that why you are following me?”
A slow smirk showed on Vulpes’ lips. “I have yet to receive proof of the opposite.”
“Proof?” She lifted both eyebrows this time and pursed her lips before covering the distance between them with two steps. “Vulpes, the only proof I can give you is what kind of a whore I really am.” She ran a forefinger over the shoulder guard of his armour, round the chest and down on his front, stopping at his belt.
Vulpes in turn followed the moves of her finger with a stony face. There was a glint in his eyes, however, that might have been amusement, but then, it might have been anger, too.

“So”, the courier all but purred. “Interested?”
“Interested in what? With your demeanour you have already given me proof that you are a whore.”
“Sure?” She licked her lips. “In that case, what do I have to lose?” With a cocky little smile she then hooked her fingers into his belt. “By the way... those... kilts you and your men are wearing...”
It was definitely amusement that played around the corners of his mouth this time. “What about them?”
She pulled herself a little closer to him. “Is there anything worn under them?”
The left corner of his mouth tugged up. “I assure you, everything is in perfect working order.”

Her right hand moved as fast as a snake, but maybe, just maybe, Vulpes had never intended to stop that bold forward move. He didn’t suppress a slight hiss either when the courier, her face lighting up with devilish delight, discovered that indeed, there was nothing but Vulpes under that kilt. She also discovered that he wasn’t completely averse to the little game they were playing.
“Oh.” She smiled up at him, moistening her lips with a flick of her tongue.
Vulpes crossed his arms. “Does that answer your question?”
She chuckled. “It does.” Another gentle squeeze elicited another low hiss.
“Are you going to let deeds follow your pretentious words? Or are you in a habit of making hollow promises you have no intention to keep?”
The courier laughed. “In a hurry?”
“Just wondering if all you have the guts to do is tease me.”
“Tease you?” The courier feigned astonishment. “My dear Vulpes, I would never dare to tease you.” With these words, she lowered herself down onto her knees but without taking her hand away. Vulpes lowered his head to keep his eyes on her face, and when the courier slid her other hand under the kilt he tilted his head, giving her an expectant look.

The courier in turn looked up at him, flashed him a sweet, salacious smile and ducked her head forward, pushing the kilt out of the way with both hands.