[ 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.
[ Get inside me already. What a sweet siren song that is. Molly leans for another kiss as he withdraws his fingers from that hot, tight hole and slicks up his cock with the rest of the oil. Settling in between the half-orc's legs, Molly guides the tip into Fjord and slowly sinks inside him.
He gasps at the feeling, tail whipping down to wrap around whatever it can reach as he's lost in the wet heat of his lover. Once he bottoms out, his neck is bowed and his legs trembling from holding back his movements and letting Fjord adjust. He might not have the girth and textures of a half-orc, but he's still careful. ]
Look at that, you take me so well. Perfect fit, I know you'd look gorgeous on my cock.
[ It's a lucky thing he isn't as large and ridged as Fjord, who gasps and stutters until he feels the hot burn come to an end and heavy balls resting against his ass. He's so much more full than he was, holding tight to Molly's arms, relaxed enough from being fucked that he takes him with relative ease but still has to drag down faster breaths in the process. Molly certainly feels large enough for any man.
Fjord tries his trick from earlier and tenses up with a rippling motion all down the shaft, moaning as commits it to memory, thicker base to slim tip all radiating that classic tiefling heat now rubbing up against his sensitive insides.
He loves it, throat rough and stupid all through with pleasure. ]
Your cock feels so good, you're so hot. Burning me up, oh ...
[ What can you say, Molly's a size queen sometimes.
That clenching around him is taking his breath away, feeling every part of Fjord. Seeking out another kiss and steadying himself, Molly withdraws a little bit and pushes in again, slow but steady to let the half-orc feel him. The groan that leaves him is filthy and he is in heaven at once. ]
So good for me, so perfect, fuck.
[ He has to go slow to not come too quickly, worked up by all his fingering. That works well to let Fjord get used to the long, deep thrusts inside him, pulling almost all the way out and then in again. He wants to remember this, every sound, every tremble, every feeling of him. ]
[ Orcs must be different, you're not built to be fucked. He had never really questioned what Sabian said after a couple of brief failed attempts, instead always relegated to doing the fucking after that. He must have been so embarrassed that he let it drop or otherwise Sabian was just that good at playing on insecurities, because Fjord feels as if he was made for this. Thinking about it later, when he can get his thoughts in order, it will make perfect sense that a people so prolific in fucking (when they aren't fighting) would have everything they needed to create an entire subset race, including every incentive to hop in bed whether male or female.
Stretched out on his back in a luxurious sprawl, lips shining with spit from their kisses, he grips the pillows overhead and learns how to work his hips over Molly with each deep thrust so that the little beast in his hindbrain is satisfied by the amorphous notion of being bred. A green thigh curls around Molly's waist to help connect them and Fjord's moans get louder, touched in places no one else has ever been, cock drooling precome on his belly in a steady, sticky line, the downy black hairs on his navel slick with it.
He doesn't know what prompts him to feel his own body and smear that mess upward but he does as one hand releases the pillows, palming his way on instinct up to his chest where he kneads his pecs and rakes his nails over a nipple, whimpering with a need to be touched everywhere. Molly's cock rubs across the bundle of nerves inside him, pleasure twisting and tangling in Fjord's gut so that he loses volume control as he rides him, sensitive and desperate so soon after his first orgasm.
Yours, I'll be yours, he thinks but doesn't say, not wanting to even chance this ending prematurely. ]
[ This was like losing himself in artwork. Every line of that green body was perfection to Molly, spit-slicked lips and legs sprawled open just for him. There's a deep groan at the sight of what Fjord does with his wet fingers - making more of that mess that the tiefling is more than happy to lean down and lick at. Molly slides his tongue over a pec and then slips a nipple in his mouth to suck. It's a bit uncoordinated even for a former circusman with everything else he was doing, but that was irresistible.
The pace picks up a bit, nimble hands coming to rest at Fjord's hips as he drives himself deep each time, angling himself to hit the best spots as well as he can. How it makes the volume of his lover heighten and the beautiful way he turns desperate under his touch is something he wants to burn into his memory. ]
Oh, Fjord... fuck, darling... you're so pretty like this, perfect to fuck, I can't get enough.
[ Molly babbles, feeling the tightening of his balls and refusing to come before he can bring Fjord over a second time. ]
[ Molly almost pushes Fjord over the edge by trailing his tongue over a sensitive nipple, curled over him (in him) like an infernal vision in lavender. The only reason Fjord holds on to any self-control is a desperation to stay as he is for as long as possible, burning with pleasure and unable to think with Molly moving inside, stirring a poignant ache that Fjord hasn't felt in years (if at all, the memories are foggy enough to suggest not). He crooks a knee to curl his leg around a waist and keep him close, near enough to orgasm that he's a breath away from coming when Molly reels off more filth that makes Fjord feel more loved than he expected.
I can't get enough.
He comes hard in a haze, arching up and digging his nails into the bedding just to be safe. His shout of Molly's name fills the room and gets lost in a plethora of moans that leave nothing to the imagination for the Nein bunking in the rooms either side of Fjord's but he can't bring himself to care, riding him hard as best he can while his hips are at the mercy of Molly's grip. The mess he makes is worst than the first, come dripping down his navel and sides to meet the bedsheets, still not enough to stop him cracking open tear-spiked eyes to look at Molly and croak out a plea, breathless from being fucked. ]
[ He's saving all these little good spots in his mind to tease Fjord with later, to drive him crazy in all kinds of ways. There's so much Molly wants to do to (and with) this wonderful man, and one of his desires is fulfilled when his lover desperately holds on to him and tells the whole Chateau who is fucking him so good that he cannot keep his voice down.
It's a marvel, watching Fjord come. The way his body moves, theat desperate need and how he tightens around him and makes a mess of them both. Molly slows down a bit to not overwhelm the half-orc, but is immediately asked to continue and come inside.
Gasping, Molly thrusts forward again, brain a mess of want and lust and Fjord. Pushing in as deep as he can, he fills his lover with heat. There's a few aborted movements of his slim hips, needing to ride out the feeling a bit longer, and he groans Fjord's name and praise in one. ]
Gods, Fjord...
[ He doesn't mind that it's messy at all, he's just going to sink down on that chest. ]
[ Mollymauk is a sight when he comes, gorgeous and wrapped up entirely in his own head, locked there by what Fjord has done to him. The wealth of heat makes him whimper and arch, uncoordinated hands finding a waist when Molly is within reach and holding on as Fjord raggedly drags down breath after breath where he lies pinned, his heartbeat pounding through every vein and around Molly where the tiefling remains buried. He daydreams for a perfect moment of that look on Molly's face again when he came and turns his cheek into soft hair the exact hue of the starry night outside, rich and dark. Damp with exertion.
Fjord feels tears slide down his temples and smiles, drifting a little longer where they lie crumpled together in a limbless, happy heap. ]
[ Molly doesn't want to move at first, just taking in everything. Their bodies, sweaty and sticky and wonderful together. The way they both try to catch their breath. He can feel Fjord's heartbeat travel through his own veins, a steady hum of closeness and pleasure that is drawn not only from what they just had done.
He's happy.
Molly lifts his head a bit and kisses a tear from Fjord's face. Another is ghosted by an ear before he arches and gently withdraws from inside the half-orc's body. This time when he lies down on top of the other man, he snuggles close, burying his face into those pecs. ]
Here lies Mollymauk Tealeaf, lovingly fucked out by a holy man.
[ Roused from the danger of falling asleep too soon, he stirs when lips brush his tears away, wincing a moment later as Molly withdraws. Only in one sense, thankfully, with Fjord wrapping an arm around him and playing with a curl of his hair, settled together as the heat starts to fade and leave sweetly aching muscles behind that he hadn't even been aware of before now.
He shakes with a contained laugh to the candid summary, humming tiredly a moment later. ]
Yeah. Yes, I'm good. Very ... good. [ How do words work, wow. ] You're very well-practiced at that.
[ Molly laughs, tail unlatching from around Fjord's thigh to sway freely over them both in long, lazy swishes. Leaning down, he steals a kiss with a pleased hum, comfortable and still a little dreamy from endorphins. ]
I've had some practice. Plus I had to take you up on the challenge.
[ They're going to be uncomfortable soon enough, but right now he's going to leech all the oxytocin he can possibly get from Fjord. ]
[ The kiss is sweet, cradling the back of Molly's head so he doesn't have to give up the feel of that lovely hair. Fjord snorts a smile and turns his head to nuzzle under a jaw when he's made to laugh. ]
Don't be stupid, jeez. Your ass is perfectly lovely, which I'll prove tomorrow.
[ He laughs at that as well, gently cocking his head to the side to not stab Fjord with a horn. ]
Oh, that was never in doubt! My ass is flawless, my silk panties proves it.
[ Molly wants to continue cuddling, but they've laying in dirty sheets and that will be crusty and disgusting later. Exaggeratedly groaning, he stands up and stretches a bit before getting some pieces of cloth and wetting one in the washbasin (a new one, he notices... apparently they threw out the one he puked in).
Slipping into bed again, he kisses Fjord's stomach and then lovingly cleans him off with both the rag and kisses. ]
[ He's caught up imagining Molly in all sorts of illicit undergarments when his knees are spread and Fjord covers his face with his hands. He flops back and laughs, embarrassed as he bites his lip. ]
That was different! And you're the first to do this.
[ Even though it feels nice, being taken care of, and the tension slips from him as he relaxes, peeking through his fingers. ]
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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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He gasps at the feeling, tail whipping down to wrap around whatever it can reach as he's lost in the wet heat of his lover. Once he bottoms out, his neck is bowed and his legs trembling from holding back his movements and letting Fjord adjust. He might not have the girth and textures of a half-orc, but he's still careful. ]
Look at that, you take me so well. Perfect fit, I know you'd look gorgeous on my cock.
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Fjord tries his trick from earlier and tenses up with a rippling motion all down the shaft, moaning as commits it to memory, thicker base to slim tip all radiating that classic tiefling heat now rubbing up against his sensitive insides.
He loves it, throat rough and stupid all through with pleasure. ]
Your cock feels so good, you're so hot. Burning me up, oh ...
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That clenching around him is taking his breath away, feeling every part of Fjord. Seeking out another kiss and steadying himself, Molly withdraws a little bit and pushes in again, slow but steady to let the half-orc feel him. The groan that leaves him is filthy and he is in heaven at once. ]
So good for me, so perfect, fuck.
[ He has to go slow to not come too quickly, worked up by all his fingering. That works well to let Fjord get used to the long, deep thrusts inside him, pulling almost all the way out and then in again. He wants to remember this, every sound, every tremble, every feeling of him. ]
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Stretched out on his back in a luxurious sprawl, lips shining with spit from their kisses, he grips the pillows overhead and learns how to work his hips over Molly with each deep thrust so that the little beast in his hindbrain is satisfied by the amorphous notion of being bred. A green thigh curls around Molly's waist to help connect them and Fjord's moans get louder, touched in places no one else has ever been, cock drooling precome on his belly in a steady, sticky line, the downy black hairs on his navel slick with it.
He doesn't know what prompts him to feel his own body and smear that mess upward but he does as one hand releases the pillows, palming his way on instinct up to his chest where he kneads his pecs and rakes his nails over a nipple, whimpering with a need to be touched everywhere. Molly's cock rubs across the bundle of nerves inside him, pleasure twisting and tangling in Fjord's gut so that he loses volume control as he rides him, sensitive and desperate so soon after his first orgasm.
Yours, I'll be yours, he thinks but doesn't say, not wanting to even chance this ending prematurely. ]
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The pace picks up a bit, nimble hands coming to rest at Fjord's hips as he drives himself deep each time, angling himself to hit the best spots as well as he can. How it makes the volume of his lover heighten and the beautiful way he turns desperate under his touch is something he wants to burn into his memory. ]
Oh, Fjord... fuck, darling... you're so pretty like this, perfect to fuck, I can't get enough.
[ Molly babbles, feeling the tightening of his balls and refusing to come before he can bring Fjord over a second time. ]
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I can't get enough.
He comes hard in a haze, arching up and digging his nails into the bedding just to be safe. His shout of Molly's name fills the room and gets lost in a plethora of moans that leave nothing to the imagination for the Nein bunking in the rooms either side of Fjord's but he can't bring himself to care, riding him hard as best he can while his hips are at the mercy of Molly's grip. The mess he makes is worst than the first, come dripping down his navel and sides to meet the bedsheets, still not enough to stop him cracking open tear-spiked eyes to look at Molly and croak out a plea, breathless from being fucked. ]
Inside, come inside me.
[ So it all lasts longer. ]
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It's a marvel, watching Fjord come. The way his body moves, theat desperate need and how he tightens around him and makes a mess of them both. Molly slows down a bit to not overwhelm the half-orc, but is immediately asked to continue and come inside.
Gasping, Molly thrusts forward again, brain a mess of want and lust and Fjord. Pushing in as deep as he can, he fills his lover with heat. There's a few aborted movements of his slim hips, needing to ride out the feeling a bit longer, and he groans Fjord's name and praise in one. ]
Gods, Fjord...
[ He doesn't mind that it's messy at all, he's just going to sink down on that chest. ]
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Fjord feels tears slide down his temples and smiles, drifting a little longer where they lie crumpled together in a limbless, happy heap. ]
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He's happy.
Molly lifts his head a bit and kisses a tear from Fjord's face. Another is ghosted by an ear before he arches and gently withdraws from inside the half-orc's body. This time when he lies down on top of the other man, he snuggles close, burying his face into those pecs. ]
Here lies Mollymauk Tealeaf, lovingly fucked out by a holy man.
[ He mumbles against the skin, chuckling. ]
Are you okay, love?
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He shakes with a contained laugh to the candid summary, humming tiredly a moment later. ]
Yeah. Yes, I'm good. Very ... good. [ How do words work, wow. ] You're very well-practiced at that.
[ See, he can be fucked-out and funny too. ]
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I've had some practice. Plus I had to take you up on the challenge.
[ They're going to be uncomfortable soon enough, but right now he's going to leech all the oxytocin he can possibly get from Fjord. ]
You have the perfect ass, darling. I'm jealous.
[ ...and be a dick. ]
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Don't be stupid, jeez. Your ass is perfectly lovely, which I'll prove tomorrow.
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Oh, that was never in doubt! My ass is flawless, my silk panties proves it.
[ Molly wants to continue cuddling, but they've laying in dirty sheets and that will be crusty and disgusting later. Exaggeratedly groaning, he stands up and stretches a bit before getting some pieces of cloth and wetting one in the washbasin (a new one, he notices... apparently they threw out the one he puked in).
Slipping into bed again, he kisses Fjord's stomach and then lovingly cleans him off with both the rag and kisses. ]
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[ He isn't used to being cleaned up however and sits up on an elbow, gesturing for the cloth. ]
Oh, I can do that, you don't have to.
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[ Molly winks and keeps drying off their mess, gently slapping away the hand. ]
I don't have to, but I want to. Besides, why would I be any less caring than you've been with me?
[ He opens those legs with a smile on his face, and places a kiss to a knee before he continues with that rag, careful with any sensitive spots. ]
I remember someone eating me out after fucking me. This is nothing compared to that.
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That was different! And you're the first to do this.
[ Even though it feels nice, being taken care of, and the tension slips from him as he relaxes, peeking through his fingers. ]
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It's wholly selfish. I love touching you.
[ Molly says with a grin, finishing cleaning him up and then pulling away the sheets. ]
New ones or should we run away?
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