[ 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. ]
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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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...
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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 ... !
[ 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.
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Oh, it is so nice to be spoiled like this, with the warmth of Fjord centered there and slowly taking him apart with that blessed mouth. Molly's flushed a deeper lavender everywhere and the head of his hard cock is a vibrant purple, leaking little pearls of precome as the half-orc pulls off it. He thinks that half-orc is stopping at first, but then there are kisses at his sac and a hot tongue on his most sensitive places. ]
Ah... I am a treat, after all.
[ His voice is a little unsteady from the feeling and his laugh is broken off quickly by the gasp from the hickey his lover is making at the seam of his thigh. It seems Fjord is really eager to find every part of him and put his mouth on it. ]
You're such a vision like this, Fjord. Eager to please but a damn tease at the same time. Such a wonderful, handsome man, gods, I love it.
[ His tail unwraps to trail over Fjord, stroking down his back and resting at a lovely green bubble butt. ]
[ His smirk is as fond as it is teasing, sitting up on his knees and taking a leg with him to drape Molly's knee over a shoulder. Fjord's hand scoops up that weeping cock and strokes it to take off the edge for his lover, his own erection resting against the curve of a tempting ass. He loves how Molly seeks to hold onto him with his tail when he's particularly needy, it's like watching a betrayal of honest instinct in realtime.
A bearded chin tilts down thoughtfully, yellow eyes as bright and warm as embers, and he pets the leg cast over his shoulder. ]
It hurt when you left, I missed you.
[ Not a thing he says lightly, kissing the inside of a calf to half-hide his face. ]
Molly ... [ A lot of emotions tumble one over the other as Fjord looks down on his tiefling in the golden rays of sunrise, beautiful and strong, a brave fighter and someone he can't handle walking out on him again; Fjord wants to feel Molly with him when he's not there today. ] Would you ... Do you want to fuck me?
[ He's never asked anyone that before and isn't sure if that's a comely way to go about it, but they have never stood on ceremony. ]
[ His tail holds all of Molly's honesty, it's true. Annoying at times, but never truer than when with those he loves. Yasha has advantage on grappling escapes thanks how much he wraps his tail around her. (He still isn't sure if it is a tiefling thing or a him thing, but he's been Jester do it sometimes, if more discreet.)
Leg lifted, he just has to prove how flexible as he is, so Molly curves that leg a little, smiling up at Fjord. He's completely and shamelessly debauched right now, curls loose and mussed around him, horns making indents in the pillows and those red eyes full of affection and heat as he looks up at his lover.
The half-orc is stupidly gorgeous like that and his gaze rake over the broad chest and the strong muscle, but he keeps coming back to that sweet face and the warm look on his features that make Molly's heart ache with so many feelings. Most that do not scare him any more.
Then Fjord seems to have something he wants from Molly and the tiefling is delighted to hear what he has in mind. ]
Oh, I would love to.
[ It seems to have taken a lot to ask that and Molly grins. Sex is great no matter the positions and he's excited to switch it up. ]
Yes, of course! [ He can't possibly turn any greener, somehow finding the reserves to pout even as he lowers that leg and crawls up Molly to cover him, using the excuse of nuzzling a peacock tattoo to hide his burning cheeks. ] ... With Sabian.
[ It wasn't great, if his tone is anything to go by. He wasn't the one asking at the time, or even with any idea of what would actually happen. ]
And, uh ... a while back, on my own. Actually, it was way before the Nein.
[ He chuckles, running his hands down Fjord's sides and up to his back, tracing the dip at the spine. Molly completely glosses over the Sabian thing and goes directly for teasing, since he doesn't want that bastard's memory in this bed. ]
How about you get yourself really comfortable for me and I'll get the oil? Face up, darling.
[ Molly wanted Fjord to see who was fucking him, after all. ]
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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Mrrmmm ... !
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Bastard.
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[ His eyes widen as he
squeaksgrunts 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. ]
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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. ]
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He murmurs into the first breath they take, ]
Ask nicely and I'll put my mouth somewhere else.
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Mm... I could ask nicely, I suppose.
[ He swishes his tail away from lovely green fingers, grinning against those tusks. ]
Please.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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I'm just a mimic-blanket, nothing strange going on here ... !
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[ 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...
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I'll have you for dinner too, if you're back in time for it.
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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Ah... I am a treat, after all.
[ His voice is a little unsteady from the feeling and his laugh is broken off quickly by the gasp from the hickey his lover is making at the seam of his thigh. It seems Fjord is really eager to find every part of him and put his mouth on it. ]
You're such a vision like this, Fjord. Eager to please but a damn tease at the same time. Such a wonderful, handsome man, gods, I love it.
[ His tail unwraps to trail over Fjord, stroking down his back and resting at a lovely green bubble butt. ]
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[ His smirk is as fond as it is teasing, sitting up on his knees and taking a leg with him to drape Molly's knee over a shoulder. Fjord's hand scoops up that weeping cock and strokes it to take off the edge for his lover, his own erection resting against the curve of a tempting ass. He loves how Molly seeks to hold onto him with his tail when he's particularly needy, it's like watching a betrayal of honest instinct in realtime.
A bearded chin tilts down thoughtfully, yellow eyes as bright and warm as embers, and he pets the leg cast over his shoulder. ]
It hurt when you left, I missed you.
[ Not a thing he says lightly, kissing the inside of a calf to half-hide his face. ]
Molly ... [ A lot of emotions tumble one over the other as Fjord looks down on his tiefling in the golden rays of sunrise, beautiful and strong, a brave fighter and someone he can't handle walking out on him again; Fjord wants to feel Molly with him when he's not there today. ] Would you ... Do you want to fuck me?
[ He's never asked anyone that before and isn't sure if that's a comely way to go about it, but they have never stood on ceremony. ]
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Leg lifted, he just has to prove how flexible as he is, so Molly curves that leg a little, smiling up at Fjord. He's completely and shamelessly debauched right now, curls loose and mussed around him, horns making indents in the pillows and those red eyes full of affection and heat as he looks up at his lover.
The half-orc is stupidly gorgeous like that and his gaze rake over the broad chest and the strong muscle, but he keeps coming back to that sweet face and the warm look on his features that make Molly's heart ache with so many feelings. Most that do not scare him any more.
Then Fjord seems to have something he wants from Molly and the tiefling is delighted to hear what he has in mind. ]
Oh, I would love to.
[ It seems to have taken a lot to ask that and Molly grins. Sex is great no matter the positions and he's excited to switch it up. ]
Have you done that before?
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[ It wasn't great, if his tone is anything to go by. He wasn't the one asking at the time, or even with any idea of what would actually happen. ]
And, uh ... a while back, on my own. Actually, it was way before the Nein.
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[ He chuckles, running his hands down Fjord's sides and up to his back, tracing the dip at the spine. Molly completely glosses over the Sabian thing and goes directly for teasing, since he doesn't want that bastard's memory in this bed. ]
How about you get yourself really comfortable for me and I'll get the oil? Face up, darling.
[ Molly wanted Fjord to see who was fucking him, after all. ]
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