[ 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. ]
[ It feels like he never got fucked before in his life, not if this was how it was supposed to be. Variations of oh get louder and longer as his hips follow their own path in life and rock down on that finger to get more friction, abs tensed like his thighs in his eagerness to chase those electrifying sensations. His nails prick at Molly's skin and he kisses him back with a low moan, no longer in control of his mumbling. ]
That's so good, how the fuck did — gods, don't stop! [ The twinge of a fang on his neck has his cock twitching and precome dripping free, hips bucking. ] Molly —!
[ He nibbles at that juncture of green skin, marveling at the way Fjord's body reacts under him. When the half-orc starts rocking down to meet his hand, Molly makes a pleased sound and a little coo of praise.
All those kisses are taking his breath away, and Fjord's words are wonderful, bringing the other man to call his name like that. ]
I won't stop, darling. Look how good you're taking my fingers! I am so proud of you.
[ Another finger slides down the curve of his cleft and slips in together with the first, gentle and aided by the way they move to met each other. He strokes both pads of his fingers up against the sensitive insides, not always over the prostate but instead figuring out what Fjord liked. A touch, a press, massaging, just a light rub - all tried out as he smiles down at his lover. ]
[ He could come whenever Molly wanted, that's the impression he gets from the way his body responds, wanting the slower thrusts that touch his deepest parts and let him enjoy the stretch of two fingers around the odd spark of ohfuckohgod. It's not just the physical stimuli wreaking havoc on him, when he turns his head to nuzzle a lavender cheek he peers up with eyes so dilated they look human and ears burning a dark green at being called baby. ]
It's me. I'm right here, Fjord. Right where I'm supposed to be.
[ Molly smiles again, looking down at Fjord with no more fear in his red eyes, only desire and affection. Those fingers keep moving, clever and quick as they repeat the what seem to give his lover the most pleasure. He adores the look of Fjord's face, how responsive he is to every little touch, and fuck Sabian and any other person who ever made him think this wasn't possible.
Another kiss that ends with a nip to that lovely lower lip, and the tiefling thrusts his fingers forward, now in tandem with the hand of the green cock. ]
[ Anyone who ever wanted to disable the Palalock should have just offered to show him a good time, it's so easy to ride the waves that fizzle in his veins and adjust to fit those fingers as if they belonged. It's all because he wants Molly, of course. It simply wouldn't work with just anyone, however much of a natural thot he turns into when being fucked. Who knew.
Beyond a point he can't concentrate on kissing beyond the press of hot mouths and just grasps at Molly's hair, nails raking across a horn and down lavender ribs. Fjord cleaves to him like a burr as he chases the easiest orgasm of his life and comes with a cry that chokes off with a whine, far removed from the snarls and grunts of when positions are reversed. Shuddering, he holds onto Molly and lets the bedroom white out as he relaxes in a heap, thighs closing to try and keep those fingers buried a little longer.
[ Look at that. So different from the man that had fucked Molly's brain out for two nights, but just as hot. Molly groans with pleasure as he sees Fjord come, peppering in little words of praise between pecks and teeth worrying that neck. He keeps his fingers right where they are when he feels how tightly Fjord wants to hold on to them, and then meets those lips in a searing kiss. ]
Look at that. You're wonderful, darling. I haven't even put my dick in you and you're already such a pretty mess.
[ Withdrawing his hand from Fjord's own dick, Molly shamelessly sucks his fingers clean from the spend and then trails them over that gorgeous chest, letting Fjord soak in the feeling for a while. ]
[ If he had any blood left to blush with further he would, tipping his weight sideways into Molly's comforting warmth. He huffs a breathless smile and nuzzles the curve of a neck, fingertips skimming mindlessly over his lover. ]
You can ... do whatever you want to me, I don't care. Whenever, whatever.
[ Laughter shakes him in place, quiet and dazedly happy in the afterglow. He remains hard, because how could he not with Molly wanting to do it all over again? Speaking of, Fjord runs a hand down between the tiefling's legs to see how he's faring. ]
[ Molly laughs as well, tail swishing a bit behind him as he takes Fjordin. So pretty beneath him, happy and a little dazed with that gorgeous cock still hard and wet from his release. ]
Careful now, I'm a lush as someone said, and could take advantage.
[ He smirks, enjoying a bit of banter - but then Fjord touches him and the crooked grin turns into a whine. He's still hard and wanting, because making someone else feel good is a massive turn on for the former carnie. He aches slightly for some friction, though, and be rubs himself against his lover's hand without shame. ]
[ A sly smirk curls in the corner of his lips as he gazes up, watching Molly's needy response from under lowered lashes. Fjord feels his own cock throb in sympathy, petting a tapered tip to work off some of the tension built up in his lover. It probably doesn't help how he squeezes around those fingers, sighing shakily as a result to feel their hardness buried inside and mimicking it with his fist around Molly. ]
If you want to do it, do it. Get inside me already, sweetheart, I want you.
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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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That's so good, how the fuck did — gods, don't stop! [ The twinge of a fang on his neck has his cock twitching and precome dripping free, hips bucking. ] Molly —!
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All those kisses are taking his breath away, and Fjord's words are wonderful, bringing the other man to call his name like that. ]
I won't stop, darling. Look how good you're taking my fingers! I am so proud of you.
[ Another finger slides down the curve of his cleft and slips in together with the first, gentle and aided by the way they move to met each other. He strokes both pads of his fingers up against the sensitive insides, not always over the prostate but instead figuring out what Fjord liked. A touch, a press, massaging, just a light rub - all tried out as he smiles down at his lover. ]
Do you think you can come like this, baby?
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[ He could come whenever Molly wanted, that's the impression he gets from the way his body responds, wanting the slower thrusts that touch his deepest parts and let him enjoy the stretch of two fingers around the odd spark of ohfuckohgod. It's not just the physical stimuli wreaking havoc on him, when he turns his head to nuzzle a lavender cheek he peers up with eyes so dilated they look human and ears burning a dark green at being called baby. ]
... It's you. Yes.
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[ Molly smiles again, looking down at Fjord with no more fear in his red eyes, only desire and affection. Those fingers keep moving, clever and quick as they repeat the what seem to give his lover the most pleasure. He adores the look of Fjord's face, how responsive he is to every little touch, and fuck Sabian and any other person who ever made him think this wasn't possible.
Another kiss that ends with a nip to that lovely lower lip, and the tiefling thrusts his fingers forward, now in tandem with the hand of the green cock. ]
Come for me, Fjord.
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Beyond a point he can't concentrate on kissing beyond the press of hot mouths and just grasps at Molly's hair, nails raking across a horn and down lavender ribs. Fjord cleaves to him like a burr as he chases the easiest orgasm of his life and comes with a cry that chokes off with a whine, far removed from the snarls and grunts of when positions are reversed. Shuddering, he holds onto Molly and lets the bedroom white out as he relaxes in a heap, thighs closing to try and keep those fingers buried a little longer.
Fuck. ]
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Look at that. You're wonderful, darling. I haven't even put my dick in you and you're already such a pretty mess.
[ Withdrawing his hand from Fjord's own dick, Molly shamelessly sucks his fingers clean from the spend and then trails them over that gorgeous chest, letting Fjord soak in the feeling for a while. ]
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You can ... do whatever you want to me, I don't care. Whenever, whatever.
[ Laughter shakes him in place, quiet and dazedly happy in the afterglow. He remains hard, because how could he not with Molly wanting to do it all over again? Speaking of, Fjord runs a hand down between the tiefling's legs to see how he's faring. ]
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Careful now, I'm a lush as someone said, and could take advantage.
[ He smirks, enjoying a bit of banter - but then Fjord touches him and the crooked grin turns into a whine. He's still hard and wanting, because making someone else feel good is a massive turn on for the former carnie. He aches slightly for some friction, though, and be rubs himself against his lover's hand without shame. ]
Gods, I can't wait to be inside of you.
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If you want to do it, do it. Get inside me already, sweetheart, I want you.
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