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[devilstongue]

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[halforc]

[ He munches open-mouthed like the half-asleep heathen he is, willing to eat anything Molly gives him at such an hour. It could be seaweed and he wouldn't question it (much). ]

If you get out of this bed ...

[ His hands slide down Molly's sides to follow his curves, the swell of his ass too far away with Molly pillowing his head on Fjord's chest but the base of that tail is fair game. It gets petted along the ridges that he knows so well, fingers curling around its length in a lazy stroke. ]

M'gonna ... go out with Deuces ... shopping.

[ Probably. See if there is any Wildmother paraphernalia or the like around in the pawn shops. ]

[devilstongue]

[ It's a good thing he's not that mean (today), the bread is nice and buttery. The idea of getting out to the bed is lessenging by the minute as he's enjoying the cuddle and Fjord's hands wandering on him. When they settle on the base of his tail and starts to stoke a bit, he mumbles his approval a few inches from a green nipple.

...right, planning their day. ]

The wildbrothers, making Nicodranas flourish. Sounds nice.

[ He's so glad that Fjord has a good connection for his powers now, and someone to help him out with that. ]

[halforc]

[ Stretching out with a grunt, he relaxes and scoops up the length of that tail to collect the spade. He brings it to his lips for a thoughtful hum, getting Molly back for being a tease. ]

Spreading our wild seed wherever we go ...

[ Molly's pillow shakes with stifled laughter, quiet in the weak morning light. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Molly's tail wiggles in that grasp, stroking over the green lips while a slit of red under heavy lids watch. It makes him stretch out more, like a lazy cat trying to cover as much of the nice warm pillow as possible. It feels so good that he could just vibrate like Frumpkin.

Then Fjord says that and he can't help the laughter that follows. ]

You're terrible. I'm telling Clay you said that.

[halforc]

[ Molly is going to have to hang onto his seat as Fjord's laughter bubbles up. ]

He's sweet, he won't get it unless you corrupt him.

[ Swatting him with his own tail! ]

[devilstongue]

[ He bounces a little bit as Fjord laughs and it just sets him off even further. Scrambling a bit, Molly flops to the side for steadier (if less comfy) ground in the bed. ]

He's delightfully sweet, I'm sure I corrupt him a little bit every time I open my mouth!

[ Oh no, using his own tail against him? That's just cruel! He snakes it around that wrist instead and tickles the spade in the middle of that hand. ]

That's cheating, love.

[halforc]

Your mouth is a hive of filth, you're right.

[ He's just agreeing! Eyeing the tail holding his wrist captive, he cackles uncontrollably as it tickles his palm and tries to tug his hand free. ]

Molly! Molly, fuck! It's early, stop, I'll wake someone up!

[ Halforc ticklish spots. ]

[devilstongue]

My, I guess I shouldn't kiss you, then. Being all filthy and all.

[ He sticks his forked tongue out at the half-orc, like a proper brat. Smirking, Molly is quite pleased to have found an exploitable weakness, even if the muscles at the very end of that ropey limb aren't strong enough to hold on if he actually wants to pull away.

Wigglewiggle. ]

[halforc]

[ His eyes narrow at that tongue, getting an idea as he glances to the tail ... and chomps it securely between his tusks, not enough to hurt but holding it firmly captive. ]

Mrrmmm ... !

[devilstongue]

[ He trusts Fjord to not actually hurt him so he's not worried about that part in their game, but the half-orc does know what tailplay does to him. Molly groans in a mix of pleasure and annoyance before he leans in to bite a green biceps juuuust enough to leave a tiny indent of his fangs. ]

Bastard.

[halforc]

Arghmph —!

[ His eyes widen as he squeaks grunts in a very manly fashion, feeling fangs jab into his arm. That's unfair! ]

Mrrehh!

[ He changes tactics and sucks hard on the tip of the spade, laving his hot tongue over the indents from his tusks and mouthing down to the widest flare, half of the thing lodged in his mouth for an impromptu, messy morning blowjob. ]

[devilstongue]

[ It's immediately Molly's turn to squeak at that hard suck at the tip, mellowing into that hot tongue on him that makes his impishness soften to a content sigh. Fjord's tongue feels so nice on that delicate cartilage, the contrast of temperatures melting him into the bed. ]

Mmmm...

[ He should ask Marion why tiefling tails are so sensitive, it honestly sounds like it would be a bad thing. (Then again, he might just be weird again.) ]

I shouldn't have shown you this, now you're have an unfair advantage...

[ Like he isn't utterly pleased by it. ]

[halforc]

[ His lips part from lavender skin with a wet smack, burying his fingers in Molly's hair to draw him in for a kiss just as dirty. They're allowed, it's before a decent hour and they've got their own room; kissing Molly like he wants to fuck him (and he does, always) is the least Fjord can do to make up for lost time.

He murmurs into the first breath they take, ]

Ask nicely and I'll put my mouth somewhere else.

[devilstongue]

[ The fact that he gets to kiss Fjord after all that stupid shit he fucked up is balm to a cracked heart, and he leans into the kiss like he needs it to live. ]

Mm... I could ask nicely, I suppose.

[ He swishes his tail away from lovely green fingers, grinning against those tusks. ]

Please.

[halforc]

[ He gives Molly a heated look, sliding one of his legs up between a much warmer pair until his thigh meets a crux, and for a minute it seems like he's sitting up to make his way down there ... but he only leans down to drop a kiss in the crook of an elbow, grinning down at him smugly. ]

I guess it's that easy to get you to beg, huh?

[ Fjord wins this round! Molly gets the consolation prize of a thigh lodged up against his dick, either way. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Molly makes a pleased sound at the feeling of something pushed up against him, and he has that expression of the absolute brat who got what he wanted.

At least until Fjord doesn't move further. That makes him chuckle, and he grinds him hips down against that leg. ]

Darling, I'm sure we have established that I have no shame whatsoever.

[ He slips his tongue over his lips, teasing a hint of the forked tip. ]

[halforc]

[ Taking his win from him like that is rude. ]

You can't come out on top of every conversation because you're easy.

[ Molly absolutely can. Fjord rolls on top of him and gets situated between those warm thighs, dropping a kiss on those tempting lips. ]

You lush.

[ The blanket is whipped over his head to hide the way Fjord trails kisses down a lithe body, wet and sloppy as he takes away Molly's ability to watch. He changes direction, swerving from hip to belly and a soft waist, mixing it up between those soft, loving kisses and tusk-y nips. ]

[devilstongue]

Oh, I certainly can!

[ He laughs, wrapping his arms around Fjord when the man squishes him into the mattress. Meeting that kiss, he even preens a little bit at being called a lush - like it's a compliment.

Then he suddenly cannot see Fjord any more, and how terrible that is. He can feel though, and it's a lovely game of trying to guess what the half-orc is doing. Molly's pleased sighs tell that Fjord is on the right path, teasing with those sweet kisses and the press of those lovely tusks.

The tiefling paws a bit at the blanket, trying to reach something nice to touch and show his appreciation. ]

[halforc]

[ It's awfully hot under the blanket but he's making a point, somehow, and Molly is denied the right to touch anything but the soft lump currently covering him in impatient lovebites. Fjord channels his fondness into flattening Molly's cock against his belly with a firm lick, learning the shape of him in the dark with far less finesse than usual. It's a game that Fjord will win, with rules of his own devising on the spot. ]

I'm just a mimic-blanket, nothing strange going on here ... !

[devilstongue]

Mmm!

[ Molly can't help the sound as he feels that tongue on him, using his tail to at least curl around an ankle. He's so amused and enamored at the same time, feeling himself harden under that wonderful mouth and internally thanking the Moonweaver for this blessing.

That he didn't destroy this. ]

What dangerous monster, eating me up...

[halforc]

[ Fjord muffles his laughter against a navel, smooching his way around the root of a hardening cock to give it some encouragement. He seals his lips over the top and encircles the shaft in his fist, making it his mission to smother Molly in as much slick heat and friction as possible, playing a disorientating dance under the bobbing covers. ]

I'll have you for dinner too, if you're back in time for it.

[devilstongue]

Darling, you can have me whenever you like.

[ Not a lot of people kept up with him, after all, and he's a horny bastard in more than one way. Easily demonstrated in the way he gasps and laughs again on the other side of that blanket, ending in a grab at where Fjord's head is to steady himself.

Then the half-orc has the spade-shaped tip in his mouth and the laughter dies into a broken moan of pleasure. ]

[halforc]

[ He gives into the need to see Molly's face when he hears him say that, tugging the blanket off to give him a full view of Fjord devotedly mouthing around the sensitive tip that fits so snugly over his tongue, the exact right shape for it. His hum of agreement vibrates through the shaft as he ducks his head lower and takes in more with a long suck, regulating his breathing and mindful of his tusks where they frame either side of Molly's cock, teeth otherwise covered by his sticky-wet lips.

Salty tastes have never bothered Fjord and Molly has a special flavour all of his own, making it a pleasure to love him like this. He's Fjord's very own ocean to drown in, lavender thighs spread wider by the prick of green nails as Fjord kneads them aside. ]

[devilstongue]

Oh, Fjord...

[ He squirms, eager for more contact and then hissing his lover's name again as the hum sends a wonderful shiver through him. When Fjord takes in more, his narrow hips shake underneath him, holding back the instinct to push up further into that wonderful heat. The pressure of those tusks to his most sensitive skin add such an unique feeling to it all, an extra addition to what is already perfect.

Molly spreads his legs further without hesitating when prompted, easily handled when he's feeling good. Complete hedonist, this tiefling. ]

So good to me, baby.

[halforc]

[ He shivers when praised, squeezing those thighs to show he's happy to be of use and right where he wants to be. For a while he lavishes that purpling cock in attention and gets it nice and hard, enough that it shouldn't soften when slides his lips lower and treats a taut sac to hot kisses, giving Molly the kind of thorough once-over his beautiful body deserves. ]

Everything about you tastes so good, Molls.

[ Sweat and morning musk fill his senses, the salty bitterness giving way as he laps at the seam of a thigh to plant a bruise there. Fjord can't help the pleased rumble in his chest as he explores between Molly's legs, dragging out the foreplay which feels cathartic after their fight. ]