[ 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. ]
[ As if he's had the time to go around touching himself that intensely with everything else that's been going on. Huffing (and he doesn't know why, stopping that a moment later as he remembers he doesn't have to take this in his stride) Fjord rolls off Molly and onto his back, an arm curling under his head. His touch drifts down his chest, loosely encircling his cock in idle contact as he watches Molly.
He feels like it's the decent thing to do, to warn him. ]
It's not easy for half-orcs, don't feel bad if you can't ... make it good.
[ Sabian had seemed pretty certain of that and Fjord's fingers aren't magical instruments of pleasure. ]
[ Molly moves with Fjord, getting up to grab the oil from his coat before he slips in again and makes himself comfortable between green legs. This way he has access to everything, including pressing himself just slightly against that hot skin and feel the way his dick slides against an inner thigh.
At those words, though, the tiefling looks a bit confused and stops his eager hands. ]
[ The weight of Molly between his legs is a comfort he didn't realise he was missing and he closes his thighs around him in a brief squeeze, running a calf up the tiefling's side. Fjord gaze drops guiltily to trace tattoos as he gathers his mettle to blurt out what he remembers. ]
I never came like this, or at least not often. So I'm probably different, uh, inside.
[ He absolutely cannot look up at those red eyes. ]
I just want to feel you, that's all that matters to me.
[ Not even those not 'different', as Fjord puts it. He's not as knowledgeable about internal half-orc anatomy as he is about the rest, but Molly's more than willing to test things out. Sabien might just have been a lazy asshole, and not in the nice way that Molly himself was. ]
I'll make you feel good, Fjord. In any way possible.
[ Even if it was just for the intimacy of it.
Reaching over, he pulls down one of the pillows to bunch it up and slide under the green hips for a bit of support and leverage. Those fine-manicured but calloused hands wander, one resting loosely on that beautiful dick so that Fjord's concerns would not kill his good feelings, and the other lifting and gently rolling the balls in the sac beneath. Then he smiles again before his head dips down and he places a kiss on the underside; the most secret of secret places and where the natural scent is the strongest, causing him give a pleased sigh in response to his own action. ]
[ Letting Molly do as he wants makes him feel as vulnerable as it does safe, lashes fluttering on his cheeks as he watches whenever he isn't biting back a noise of pleasure. His back arches when he feels lips sliding below his balls and his lips part on a sigh, matching Molly's for different reasons. ]
[ This was the man that ate him out without batting an eye, like it was the most natural thing in the world, yet nobody did it back to him? That's just tragic. Especially since it's all so lovely - Molly can kiss and stroke down the perineum and then to that pretty green hole and flick his forked tongue over the rim.
[ Molly is treated to the sight of Fjord's knees jerking as his heels dig into the blankets, unused to the touch yet eagerly steeling himself to receive more of the same. The tension ripples up Fjord's thighs and abs, restless, and he curls his fists into the pillows beside his head. ]
[ He places a kiss over the hole and smiles up at Fjord as the man jerks and tenses. ]
All good?
[ Molly asks, the hand on Fjord's cock stroking languidly. It was such a treat to see the half-orc surprised and eager, gently leaning his horns against a leg to help ground him a bit. ]
[ He nods to the ceiling, thrumming with anticipation that he can't hide. His heels keep slipping in the sheets and Fjord's hips are reluctant to stay still, rocking into the hand around his cock and down in the direction of where that tongue last touched down. ]
[ He looks far too pleased with himself at that, but with that okay in mind, Molly sets to work again. Fjord can't quite keep still and it is endearing to see the expectation there. He's merciful, though, and tightens his hand a bit around that cock, going from a light hold to a lazy stroke.
Molly then dives in again, placing kisses and laving his tongue over sensitive skin, now and then lowering to slip over the hole again, and then the thin twin tips dip inside. ]
[ His breathing grows softer and shallower the longer Molly lingers, winding up Fjord in anticipation. When he licks his way inside it feels so good that a groan fills the room and he covers his eyes with a wrist, letting him lose himself in the sensations he's been thinking about and never put into practice. ]
[ It's nice to have Fjord trusting him this way, to help him feel good. Molly is more than happy to take his time, letting him lose himself in it. Wandering kisses, a curious tongue and the gentle stroke. Just enough to keep him simmering but not heading towards a peak.
Withdrawing a bit and kissing Fjord's knee, Molly slicks his fingers up again. ]
I'll add one, darling.
[ Just a little head's up before he circles that well-tongued hole and slips the digit in. He filed some of his claws for this very reason, tail making little happy figure-eights as he feels the grip of Fjord's body. ]
Look at you. Oh, Fjord. You're so beautiful, so good for me.
[ His breath stutters as Molly swaps his tongue for a harder digit, lips parting on a gasp. Fjord's knees widen as he tells his body to relax, using the sight of Molly to keep him aroused; it's a compelling view. He blushes green under the weight of those bright red eyes, reaching for him, the only problem being he's too far away. ]
Come here, lie down with me while you d-do that. Please?
[ Molly moves, sliding up over that body and meeting Fjord's lips for a soft kiss. He puts a lot of longing into it, and promise that he will try to not fuck this up again. Because here with Fjord, he feels right.
It's so strange that it scared him before.
He sinks that finger in further and curls it, searching to glide it over the good spot if he could find it. If not, he would just have to make Fjord feel good in other ways. ]
[ The kiss has him melting into Molly anew, hands running around the tiefling and into his hair, scrunching up curls as a hot spike of want runs through Fjord independent of their bodies. He trusts him; this is the Molly who could steal his heart with minimal effort, not the frightened man who closed a door on them.
He gasps sharply as Molly finds his prostate and arches up in a wave, a whimper catching behind his lips. Fjord vaguely remembers this pleasure, can't recall if it ever happened more than a couple of times, but he moans under Molly because he missed it. ]
[ The purple bastard grins at that reaction, wholly self-congratulatory at the fact that he could make Fjord feel good this way. He kisses him again, soft but heated, and then leans his head a bit to the side to slide kisses down the half-orc's throat to the shoulder, where he bites down just enough to leave a tiny fang indent in that flushed skin while curving his finger again. ]
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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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[ As if he's had the time to go around touching himself that intensely with everything else that's been going on. Huffing (and he doesn't know why, stopping that a moment later as he remembers he doesn't have to take this in his stride) Fjord rolls off Molly and onto his back, an arm curling under his head. His touch drifts down his chest, loosely encircling his cock in idle contact as he watches Molly.
He feels like it's the decent thing to do, to warn him. ]
It's not easy for half-orcs, don't feel bad if you can't ... make it good.
[ Sabian had seemed pretty certain of that and Fjord's fingers aren't magical instruments of pleasure. ]
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At those words, though, the tiefling looks a bit confused and stops his eager hands. ]
What do you mean?
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I never came like this, or at least not often. So I'm probably different, uh, inside.
[ He absolutely cannot look up at those red eyes. ]
I just want to feel you, that's all that matters to me.
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[ Not even those not 'different', as Fjord puts it. He's not as knowledgeable about internal half-orc anatomy as he is about the rest, but Molly's more than willing to test things out. Sabien might just have been a lazy asshole, and not in the nice way that Molly himself was. ]
I'll make you feel good, Fjord. In any way possible.
[ Even if it was just for the intimacy of it.
Reaching over, he pulls down one of the pillows to bunch it up and slide under the green hips for a bit of support and leverage. Those fine-manicured but calloused hands wander, one resting loosely on that beautiful dick so that Fjord's concerns would not kill his good feelings, and the other lifting and gently rolling the balls in the sac beneath. Then he smiles again before his head dips down and he places a kiss on the underside; the most secret of secret places and where the natural scent is the strongest, causing him give a pleased sigh in response to his own action. ]
I got you.
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I know you do.
[ No one's done that before. ]
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Remind him to stab Sabian just a little. ]
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All good?
[ Molly asks, the hand on Fjord's cock stroking languidly. It was such a treat to see the half-orc surprised and eager, gently leaning his horns against a leg to help ground him a bit. ]
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[ He nods to the ceiling, thrumming with anticipation that he can't hide. His heels keep slipping in the sheets and Fjord's hips are reluctant to stay still, rocking into the hand around his cock and down in the direction of where that tongue last touched down. ]
I'm fine ...
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Molly then dives in again, placing kisses and laving his tongue over sensitive skin, now and then lowering to slip over the hole again, and then the thin twin tips dip inside. ]
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Molly ... !
[ No one else consumes his thoughts. ]
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Withdrawing a bit and kissing Fjord's knee, Molly slicks his fingers up again. ]
I'll add one, darling.
[ Just a little head's up before he circles that well-tongued hole and slips the digit in. He filed some of his claws for this very reason, tail making little happy figure-eights as he feels the grip of Fjord's body. ]
Look at you. Oh, Fjord. You're so beautiful, so good for me.
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Come here, lie down with me while you d-do that. Please?
[ He misses the heat and weight of that body. ]
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[ Molly moves, sliding up over that body and meeting Fjord's lips for a soft kiss. He puts a lot of longing into it, and promise that he will try to not fuck this up again. Because here with Fjord, he feels right.
It's so strange that it scared him before.
He sinks that finger in further and curls it, searching to glide it over the good spot if he could find it. If not, he would just have to make Fjord feel good in other ways. ]
How is that?
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He gasps sharply as Molly finds his prostate and arches up in a wave, a whimper catching behind his lips. Fjord vaguely remembers this pleasure, can't recall if it ever happened more than a couple of times, but he moans under Molly because he missed it. ]
Yes, Molly! Oh ...
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[ The purple bastard grins at that reaction, wholly self-congratulatory at the fact that he could make Fjord feel good this way. He kisses him again, soft but heated, and then leans his head a bit to the side to slide kisses down the half-orc's throat to the shoulder, where he bites down just enough to leave a tiny fang indent in that flushed skin while curving his finger again. ]
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