It was a fairly nice night after the evening's show, and many of the circus were sitting outside their wagons and vardos, looking at the fall sky with all its stars and the crisp, shining moon.
Molly is weaving through the gathered group, holding a wine bottle and a little package in his hands. He still manages to ruffle Toya's hair as he passes by thanks to his tail, and then unceremoniously drapes himself over Yasha with a content sigh.
"Hello, darling. It's good to see you back," he says with a smile and gives her temple a chaste kiss. "Wine? It looks fairly decent."
"Hello," Yasha echoes, glancing sideways momentarily as she shifts to get comfortable. Molly has draped himself like a brightly shawl across her shoulders, but she does not mind. She never minds, when it's him. This is one of her favourite parts of eventually returning to the circus: when Mollymauk makes her repent for all of the physical affection she has denied him during her absence.
She takes the bottle from him upon prompting, turning it over in her hands. She's looking at the label more than reading it.
"Sure," she says eventually, and passes it back, "Where did you get it from?"
He buries his face in her hair with a content sigh, touch-starved and delighted to see his best friend again. The rest of the circus were of course amazing, too, but they didn't have the same patience for his bullshit as she did.
"I bought it! It's apparently a good vintage or whatever," Molly isn't picky when it came to these things, as long as it wasn't vinegar. "I got it for us. I was hoping you'd be back before we left this village."
Molly slides down from her shoulder and sits next to her instead, tail whipping a bit back and forth before it stops to curl around her back. "We've had some great shows lately."
"Okay," Yasha says steadily, because she is a) not all that concerned with vintage and b) doesn't really know what 'vintage' means anyway. It's nice to think that he went out and got something with the intent to share it with her, though. That's all that matters.
She sighs, rubs her shoulder slowly as he makes himself comfortable tucked against her side. In all honesty, she didn't think she'd be back here before the circus left. It wouldn't be the first time she's had to play keep-up, but it's nice to be back with room to spare. The Stormlord's guiding hand has pushed her back just in time, it seems. Though, not without missing some great shows.
He pops the cork and takes a small swig just to make sure it's not nasty, but it wasn't bad at all. Smiling, Molly hands it over to Yasha, looking quite pleased with himself. They could have some wine, talk, have a sleep pile.
All was good again.
"Well, we earned a lot of copper in a couple, people were generous and not as xenophobic as it usually is in these backwater places. That's a big plus. We also had a hilarious drunk half-orc one night that Bo tried to throw out. The guy wasn't violent or anything, just very disruptive in an excited way. Bo and him were pushing each other for quite a while. You could probably have tossed him out the tent in three seconds flat, but watching them go at it was the definitely highlight of that night. Pretty sure it was less about getting him out and more about pride after the first minute."
He talks animatedly, waving his hands a bit as emphasis and laughing a bit.
"Then last show Toya scraped her knee right before her act, and she was very upset about it. We didn't have a mid-show act so Gustav asked me to juggle while they cleaned our little star up. It was just enough to not get the crowd antsy."
[ It's late. He only knows because of the clock on the wall, the permanent twilight of the city making it impossible to sleep when one hour looks exactly like the rest. The girls only stopped whispering an hour ago and now Beau is snoring loudly enough that it's a wonder even Caduceus in his tower can catch a wink of sleep, so Fjord abandons his pretence of trying to relax and heads downstairs, letting his feet carry him. Maybe he'll pass out once he's eaten something and has a food coma, he always gets sleepy after dinner ... it could work now, at two in the morning. Sure.
His stealth is off the charts as he navigates his way through the upstairs corridor and down the stairs, briefly treated to carpeting under his bare feet in the atrium before he creeps through the dim dining room and heads into the kitchen. The door always sticks so he's extra careful not to make it squeak, letting it lean-to once inside. He's fairly certain they have some apple-stuffed sausages in the cooling cupboard that Caleb set up, suddenly ravenous at the thought.
With his darkvision staring ahead to navigate, he misses sight of the rope-like object on the floor and stands on it with his full weight. ]
[ His silent brooding quiet contemplation in the dark is disturbed by someone coming for a snack run in the middle of the night. Molly remains where he is, back against the cold wall and eyes staring up at the moon outside as he listens to them move through the dining room and heading for the door. There's no point in worrying them by saying hi and having to explain why he's there, and they'll leave after their food rummaging. So he just ignores it.
At least that was the plan.
Unfortunately, that rope-like objects is a tail and the pain rushes through his entire spine as a big half-orc foot bears down on it's thinnest and most breakable spot. The tiefling yowls in both pain in surprise, jumping up like he's about to vault over the counters and probably making it worse for himself on pure instinct. ]
Fuck! [ He hisses, trying to keep it down and failing immensely. ]
[ It sounds like the undead rearing for an attack, enough that even the Fuck isn't enough to stop Fjord stumbling backwards in a hurry and summoning the Star Razor in a burst of cold blue light and dramatic waft of fresh frost. He holds it at guard toward the gleam of angry red eyes until he picks out the familiar figure attached to them that decidedly isn't lunging any closer, squinting around the birds and herbs that hang over the table.
His shoulders sag and the sword lowers, heartbeat thundering in his ears. ]
Yes! Yes, it's me! Damn your gigantic, bloody feet!
[ Molly grumbles through his teeth, tail curling around his waist for 'protection'. The fancy new sword Fjord has also blinds him a bit at first, but it does help transferring the greyscale of darkvision to a nice, if frost-lit green of the half-orc's face. ]
Why are you bumbling around in the middle of the night?!
[ The tiefling snaps angrily, even if that same thing could be said about him. It's petty, but he's riding this charge of adrenaline now because it's much fucking better to argue than to think. ]
[ The little clay bells by the door chime as a new customer enters the store, and there's a deep breath from him as the scents of the array of flowers meets his nose and the blessing of the carefully calibrated AC washes the heat from outside away.
The lavender tiefling looks around curiously, putting his phone back into his obnoxiously bright holo backpack and leaning over to smile at a succulent in a quirky pot. (He's grabbing that for Yasha later.) He wears tight black jeans and a far too colorful shirt- it would almost blend in with the background of flowers thanks to the many patterns on it, if it wasn't for the bright red eyes that are revealed when he pushes his sunglasses up by his horns.
It was a cute place, Molly thinks to himself as he makes his way over to the empty counter. A lot bigger than he thought, too - he really needed some business cards or something if they proved to be good. Support your local businesses and all that. ]
Hello?
[ He asks, a little amused to see everything so pretty and green yet seemingly nobody here. Like one of those less gritty post-apocalyptic sceneries.
...hopefully he didn't miss a 'back soon' sign or something. ]
[ Typically, barely five minutes after he flips the 'closed for lunch' sign to 'open', someone rings their way into the shop and starts hollering for help. It's been a long day; dropping a sack of soil that split over his white henley before he could put his apron on really set the tone and now, with Caduceus and Melora on a half-day after Fjord promised to look after the shop, he regrets his generosity. After his coworkers left, four old women had ummed and ahhed for the better part of an hour, snapping flowers off some of the blooms despite being told not to, ultimately buying nothing but a fucking mini cactus and wasting his time, all around the delivery schedule. Lunch for Fjord consisted of collapsing in a chair and spooning yoghurt into his mouth until his phone went off with the alarm to re-open, yawning all the while.
He doesn't feel rested, carrying a huge orchid out of the back that needs repotting and displaying whenever he gets five minutes. ]
Hello! Yes, yes, I'm here. Hang on, I'll be right with you.
[ Setting the plant down behind the desk, he wipes a muddy streak across his brow and looks up at the customer. ]
Alright, how can I —?
[ Help. The very last thing he expects to see after a menagerie of bland humans is a lavender, bejewelled tiefling, bright as a flowerbed in his own right. He's pretty, and Fjord is clearly stupid as he gapes for a moment, clearing his throat. He tugs his apron down, finding a tissue to wipe his dirty hands on without looking away from the colourful vision in front of him (decidedly not the usual clientele that Wildmother's Blooms usually rakes in). ]
[ Molly doesn't mind waiting a little, snooping around the flowers but unlike some entitled biddies, not touching anything. He doesn't know how flowers work beyond getting bouquets and wildflowers for Yasha, so he's not risking being yelled at by some matronly woman or hippie employee about it.
...that's not who greets him, though. It's something far better, that makes the tiefling lose his tongue for a moment. Despite (or maybe because of) the dirt and mud all over the half-orc, he's ridiculously handsome. What he's doing in a flower shop, Molly has no idea, but it's fucking adorable - and so is the surprise on the man's face. ]
Uh... hi.
[ Great. So eloquent. Get that forked tongue moving, Tealeaf, and don't flirt with people in their workplace. It's shitty. ]
I'm looking for some flowers to compliment me in a photoshoot.
[ He flashes a smile and does a theatric gesture towards himself, as it that explains all of it to a poor tired flowershop employee. ]
I was thinking roses, but then there were thorn issues...
We have yellow roses, I can de-thorn them and they'd offset your, ah, the purple quite nicely. [ Gesturing to the tiefling ... in general. Is that a weird thing to say? Hngh. ] There's a colour-wheel rule, opposite shades attract. Usually we'd pair spring foxgloves with daffodils in our bouquets. But, ah, roses — yes, this way.
[ Fjuck, stop rambling. Stepping out from behind the desk he leads them to the spring central collection in the middle of the shop, touching some blue flowers with yellow insides on their petals, next to the roses. ]
The dwarf morning glories have some range in them too, blues to violets.
[ His gaze roams back up the tiefling, taking in the ornate horns. ]
[ The next weeks of having a boyfriend are honestly the best of Molly's life. They rolled into eachother's (mostly shared) friend groups and started hanging out for parties, drinking and movie nights together -where everyone joked and smiled and were cool with it (Beau's teasing and Nott's comments aside) that it all just flowed into normalcy. Molly wasn't as stressed any more about how this relationship thing worked, instead letting it just... work. (Even if he became a needy bitch when he couldn't see Fjord in a few days, and Yasha had to take his phone away so he didn't send a million messages while the poor man was working.)
Some of the new, rather unexpected issues instead came with his own job. Sure, he still put out a lot of sexy pictures, but his video content had gone down for a while because he just couldn't get off any more on normal toys. Finally Molly gave in and bought a half-orc toy, special-ordered in Fjord's nice green gradient and fuck. It worked like a charm and he had to call up Fjord to tell him that his dick had ruined him while laughing.
Jokes aside, it was not the only toy in his more hardcore videos, and people started to pick up on that fairly quickly. Of course there were questions, but Molly was a little evasive since he didn't want to exclude any of his followers. The point of a lot of it was making them imagine being the ones with him, after all.
Then he got a few really nasty ones that honestly surprised him. His followers were horny perverts as times, but this was different. It honestly seemed personal... and then it became personal when it mentioned him having a half-orc boyfriend.
Someone saw him with Fjord. Not something he'd care about normally, but this was creepy territory. If they found out his identity, there could be even creepier shit.
Next time he visits, Molly takes the messages with him. ]
[ Molly breezes into the apartment as easily as he has the rest of Fjord's life, the half-orc shutting the door behind him to follow his boyfriend in. ]
[ Molly's always hard to get out of bed in the mornings when the Nein had nice beds to sleep in, so of course he barely stirs as Beau hollers for Fjord to get up and leave their warm, soft mattress in the Xhorhaus. Instead he just rolls into the warm spot with a content purr as his boyfriend is dragged off for morning training.
When Fjord eventually returns, Molly has mostly kicked off his blanket, one hand flopped by the pillow and the other between his breasts like he's hugging himself a bit - probably a little 'cold' without the blanket, despite being a living furnace.
His tail is curled around his own leg since it doesn't have Fjord's to attach to like an overly friendly octopus. The leg that isn't trapped is slightly bent, like he wants to sprawl but didn't have the full energy to do so. It puts him on really good display, a welcoming and colorful sight of rosy pink inside lavender and lightly framed by well-trimmed plum. ]
[ He spends a long moment staring, swallowing the greeting that dies in his throat. Unable to resist, he kicks the door shut with a slam, folding his arms at the sight Molly makes. ]
You're lucky it's me checking up on you, you'd give Caleb a heartattack like that.
[ Freshly washed after his (gruelling) workout, Fjord stands at the end of the bed where he hauls off his shirt and tosses it right at Molly's debauched form. ]
[ The slam makes him jolt a bit in their bed, opening bleary ruby eyes and looking over at Fjord, just in time to get a shirt thrown on himself. Molly gives a dissatisfied whine and hides his head under it.
It smells nice, at least. ]
How are you always so chipper after that torture?
[ Not that he complained about the results, but it was early (noon) and they weren't on any missions! ]
[ Off come his leggings next, kicked aside, and he crawls onto the bed to let his weight sink over Molly. He rests his chin in a hand, elbow buried beside Molly's head as he gets comfortable with a thigh sliding up between a purple pair to meet that bare heat at the crux. ]
[ Hands on hips as he peers into the open-ended tent he calls his own, his expression wipes in surprise as he notices that the figure inside is actually naked, and yes, that is a purple dick his eyes zone in on. ]
Not that this isn't a pleasant surprise.
[ He glances back down the beach to where the bonfire party is still raging on, far enough away that he can't see which figures are who. Fjord's tent is lit by a dim lamp that limns Molly's legs and arms in golden light, drawing his focus back to the tiefling who has made himself at home. ]
[ Molly says, perky and happy where he lies on Fjord's sleeping bag like he owns the damn thing. His legs are a little spread, one hand gently stroking said purple dick shamelessly a couple of times. All for those golden eyes. ]
Did you really think I'd sleep in my own tent? Honestly.
[ What utter foolishness!
Molly's own eyes have a soft glow in the dim light and his tail lazily swishes under him, stretching his limbs out like he's in one of his onlyfans shows - but genuine. The sexy look is broken by a bit of laughter, though. ]
...plus Jester, Beau and Veth buried it in sand once they saw I was going over here. It's okay, though, I did the same to all their towels.
I thought you were staying up all night with the girls ... although, yeah, fuck them if they buried your tent. Good job getting them back.
[ He kneels down inside and brushes the sand off his feet, crawling his way up between those legs (careful of that tail!) to rest on an arm beside him, other hand swatting away Molly's to take over the stroking of his dick, slow but firm.
[ Molly just laughs happily, wrapping his arms around Fjord as soon as the half-orc comes to lie with him, and then bites down a gasp as his hand is replaced.
He grins as they kiss, a hint of dangerous heat in it but cupping Fjord's cheek sweetly at the same time. ]
I'm a terrible tentmate. I'll keep you up all night.
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Molly is weaving through the gathered group, holding a wine bottle and a little package in his hands. He still manages to ruffle Toya's hair as he passes by thanks to his tail, and then unceremoniously drapes himself over Yasha with a content sigh.
"Hello, darling. It's good to see you back," he says with a smile and gives her temple a chaste kiss. "Wine? It looks fairly decent."
sorry for bein so slow!
She takes the bottle from him upon prompting, turning it over in her hands. She's looking at the label more than reading it.
"Sure," she says eventually, and passes it back, "Where did you get it from?"
never apologize for that <3
"I bought it! It's apparently a good vintage or whatever," Molly isn't picky when it came to these things, as long as it wasn't vinegar. "I got it for us. I was hoping you'd be back before we left this village."
Molly slides down from her shoulder and sits next to her instead, tail whipping a bit back and forth before it stops to curl around her back. "We've had some great shows lately."
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She sighs, rubs her shoulder slowly as he makes himself comfortable tucked against her side. In all honesty, she didn't think she'd be back here before the circus left. It wouldn't be the first time she's had to play keep-up, but it's nice to be back with room to spare. The Stormlord's guiding hand has pushed her back just in time, it seems. Though, not without missing some great shows.
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All was good again.
"Well, we earned a lot of copper in a couple, people were generous and not as xenophobic as it usually is in these backwater places. That's a big plus. We also had a hilarious drunk half-orc one night that Bo tried to throw out. The guy wasn't violent or anything, just very disruptive in an excited way. Bo and him were pushing each other for quite a while. You could probably have tossed him out the tent in three seconds flat, but watching them go at it was the definitely highlight of that night. Pretty sure it was less about getting him out and more about pride after the first minute."
He talks animatedly, waving his hands a bit as emphasis and laughing a bit.
"Then last show Toya scraped her knee right before her act, and she was very upset about it. We didn't have a mid-show act so Gustav asked me to juggle while they cleaned our little star up. It was just enough to not get the crowd antsy."
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His stealth is off the charts as he navigates his way through the upstairs corridor and down the stairs, briefly treated to carpeting under his bare feet in the atrium before he creeps through the dim dining room and heads into the kitchen. The door always sticks so he's extra careful not to make it squeak, letting it lean-to once inside. He's fairly certain they have some apple-stuffed sausages in the cooling cupboard that Caleb set up, suddenly ravenous at the thought.
With his darkvision staring ahead to navigate, he misses sight of the rope-like object on the floor and stands on it with his full weight. ]
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silent broodingquiet contemplation in the dark is disturbed by someone coming for a snack run in the middle of the night. Molly remains where he is, back against the cold wall and eyes staring up at the moon outside as he listens to them move through the dining room and heading for the door. There's no point in worrying them by saying hi and having to explain why he's there, and they'll leave after their food rummaging. So he just ignores it.At least that was the plan.
Unfortunately, that rope-like objects is a tail and the pain rushes through his entire spine as a big half-orc foot bears down on it's thinnest and most breakable spot. The tiefling yowls in both pain in surprise, jumping up like he's about to vault over the counters and probably making it worse for himself on pure instinct. ]
Fuck! [ He hisses, trying to keep it down and failing immensely. ]
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His shoulders sag and the sword lowers, heartbeat thundering in his ears. ]
... Molly? Is that you? Gods, what the hell!
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[ Molly grumbles through his teeth, tail curling around his waist for 'protection'. The fancy new sword Fjord has also blinds him a bit at first, but it does help transferring the greyscale of darkvision to a nice, if frost-lit green of the half-orc's face. ]
Why are you bumbling around in the middle of the night?!
[ The tiefling snaps angrily, even if that same thing could be said about him. It's petty, but he's riding this charge of adrenaline now because it's much fucking better to argue than to think. ]
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The lavender tiefling looks around curiously, putting his phone back into his obnoxiously bright holo backpack and leaning over to smile at a succulent in a quirky pot. (He's grabbing that for Yasha later.) He wears tight black jeans and a far too colorful shirt- it would almost blend in with the background of flowers thanks to the many patterns on it, if it wasn't for the bright red eyes that are revealed when he pushes his sunglasses up by his horns.
It was a cute place, Molly thinks to himself as he makes his way over to the empty counter. A lot bigger than he thought, too - he really needed some business cards or something if they proved to be good. Support your local businesses and all that. ]
Hello?
[ He asks, a little amused to see everything so pretty and green yet seemingly nobody here. Like one of those less gritty post-apocalyptic sceneries.
...hopefully he didn't miss a 'back soon' sign or something. ]
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He doesn't feel rested, carrying a huge orchid out of the back that needs repotting and displaying whenever he gets five minutes. ]
Hello! Yes, yes, I'm here. Hang on, I'll be right with you.
[ Setting the plant down behind the desk, he wipes
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[ Help. The very last thing he expects to see after a menagerie of bland humans is a lavender, bejewelled tiefling, bright as a flowerbed in his own right. He's pretty, and Fjord is clearly stupid as he gapes for a moment, clearing his throat. He tugs his apron down, finding a tissue to wipe his dirty hands on without looking away from the colourful vision in front of him (decidedly not the usual clientele that Wildmother's Blooms usually rakes in). ]
Ah, hi. Anything I can help with?
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...that's not who greets him, though. It's something far better, that makes the tiefling lose his tongue for a moment. Despite (or maybe because of) the dirt and mud all over the half-orc, he's ridiculously handsome. What he's doing in a flower shop, Molly has no idea, but it's fucking adorable - and so is the surprise on the man's face. ]
Uh... hi.
[ Great. So eloquent. Get that forked tongue moving, Tealeaf, and don't flirt with people in their workplace. It's shitty. ]
I'm looking for some flowers to compliment me in a photoshoot.
[ He flashes a smile and does a theatric gesture towards himself, as it that explains all of it to a poor tired flowershop employee. ]
I was thinking roses, but then there were thorn issues...
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[ Fjuck, stop rambling. Stepping out from behind the desk he leads them to the spring central collection in the middle of the shop, touching some blue flowers with yellow insides on their petals, next to the roses. ]
The dwarf morning glories have some range in them too, blues to violets.
[ His gaze roams back up the tiefling, taking in the ornate horns. ]
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Some of the new, rather unexpected issues instead came with his own job. Sure, he still put out a lot of sexy pictures, but his video content had gone down for a while because he just couldn't get off any more on normal toys. Finally Molly gave in and bought a half-orc toy, special-ordered in Fjord's nice green gradient and fuck. It worked like a charm and he had to call up Fjord to tell him that his dick had ruined him while laughing.
Jokes aside, it was not the only toy in his more hardcore videos, and people started to pick up on that fairly quickly. Of course there were questions, but Molly was a little evasive since he didn't want to exclude any of his followers. The point of a lot of it was making them imagine being the ones with him, after all.
Then he got a few really nasty ones that honestly surprised him. His followers were horny perverts as times, but this was different. It honestly seemed personal... and then it became personal when it mentioned him having a half-orc boyfriend.
Someone saw him with Fjord. Not something he'd care about normally, but this was creepy territory. If they found out his identity, there could be even creepier shit.
Next time he visits, Molly takes the messages with him. ]
Hey, baby?
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That's my name, don't wear it out.
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[ He walks in like he owns the place, but everyone already knows Molly is only a few whiskers away from being a cat. ]
Has anything been different? Like, have you seen people looking at you?
[ Pause. ]
...I mean, of course people are, but I mean weirdly. Or have you gotten any shitty messages?
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That sounds ominously specific. Any particular reason?
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When Fjord eventually returns, Molly has mostly kicked off his blanket, one hand flopped by the pillow and the other between his breasts like he's hugging himself a bit - probably a little 'cold' without the blanket, despite being a living furnace.
His tail is curled around his own leg since it doesn't have Fjord's to attach to like an overly friendly octopus. The leg that isn't trapped is slightly bent, like he wants to sprawl but didn't have the full energy to do so. It puts him on really good display, a welcoming and colorful sight of rosy pink inside lavender and lightly framed by well-trimmed plum. ]
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You're lucky it's me checking up on you, you'd give Caleb a heartattack like that.
[ Freshly washed after his (gruelling) workout, Fjord stands at the end of the bed where he hauls off his shirt and tosses it right at Molly's debauched form. ]
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It smells nice, at least. ]
How are you always so chipper after that torture?
[ Not that he complained about the results, but it was early (noon) and they weren't on any missions! ]
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[ Off come his leggings next, kicked aside, and he crawls onto the bed to let his weight sink over Molly. He rests his chin in a hand, elbow buried beside Molly's head as he gets comfortable with a thigh sliding up between a purple pair to meet that bare heat at the crux. ]
You want breakfast, or ... ?
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[ Hands on hips as he peers into the open-ended tent he calls his own, his expression wipes in surprise as he notices that the figure inside is actually naked, and yes, that is a purple dick his eyes zone in on. ]
Not that this isn't a pleasant surprise.
[ He glances back down the beach to where the bonfire party is still raging on, far enough away that he can't see which figures are who. Fjord's tent is lit by a dim lamp that limns Molly's legs and arms in golden light, drawing his focus back to the tiefling who has made himself at home. ]
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[ Molly says, perky and happy where he lies on Fjord's sleeping bag like he owns the damn thing. His legs are a little spread, one hand gently stroking said purple dick shamelessly a couple of times. All for those golden eyes. ]
Did you really think I'd sleep in my own tent? Honestly.
[ What utter foolishness!
Molly's own eyes have a soft glow in the dim light and his tail lazily swishes under him, stretching his limbs out like he's in one of his onlyfans shows - but genuine. The sexy look is broken by a bit of laughter, though. ]
...plus Jester, Beau and Veth buried it in sand once they saw I was going over here. It's okay, though, I did the same to all their towels.
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[ He kneels down inside and brushes the sand off his feet, crawling his way up between those legs (careful of that tail!) to rest on an arm beside him, other hand swatting away Molly's to take over the stroking of his dick, slow but firm.
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Guess I'm stuck with you now, oh no.
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He grins as they kiss, a hint of dangerous heat in it but cupping Fjord's cheek sweetly at the same time. ]
I'm a terrible tentmate. I'll keep you up all night.
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