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[devilstongue]

[ 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. ]

[halforc]

[ 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. ]

[devilstongue]

[ 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.

[ He mumbles against the skin, chuckling. ]

Are you okay, love?

[halforc]

[ 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.

[ See, he can be fucked-out and funny too. ]

[devilstongue]

[ 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. ]

You have the perfect ass, darling. I'm jealous.

[ ...and be a dick. ]

[halforc]

[ 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.

[devilstongue]

[ 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. ]

[halforc]

You should buy more of those, big hit. [ Mmm, nuzzling that uninked skin down a neck. ] I hear the audience called an encore and everything.

[ 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.

[devilstongue]

Oh, you have no idea what kind of fancy things I already own.

[ 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.

[halforc]

[ 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. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Oh, that's cute. That little lip bite and the peeking. Adorable. ]

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?

[halforc]

[ He's going to be the same shade of green all over before long. ]

Run away. Is your room okay?

[ It's all roses until he sits up and whimpers, wincing and freezing in place. Oh. Oh!! ]

Nngh, fuck. Gods, what did your dick do to me, hah. Oh, I hate you.

[ The twinge goes up his lower back and he puffs out a breath, gathering his composure through stifling his laughter because Molly absolutely does not deserve to see it. ]

[devilstongue]

It should be good, I paid the maids a lot for our debauchery.

[ He sits up as well, and then gives Fjord a self-satisfied smirk when the half-orc complains. ]

Mmmhm, you know you love my dick.

[ He does rub Fjord's lower back a little bit, though, apologetic despite his words. He should probably have put more time on stretching and not gone so hard. ]

I'll massage your back in the morning as a treat.

[halforc]

[ His swat a cross the back of Molly's thighs fails when he stumbles, catching himself with a hiss that tries to act super casual about the fact he got fucked five ways from sunday and is now trying to move like normal. ]

Good, I'll hold you to that.

[ He finds his breeches and tugs them on, not bothering with a shirt. He'll lose the pants as soon as he and Molly are alone again anyway, it's just running the gauntlet of the corridor hemmed in by the doors of their friends' rooms that is the challenge. Before they leave, he holds out a hand for him to take. ]

United front, in case of any complications?

[devilstongue]

[ Molly pulls his coat on to cover most of himself, slinking up next to Fjord with a grin. He'll apologize more in the morning for the sore ass, but right now they have a mutual goal of getting into a soft, clean bed. ]

You and me against the world, darling.

[ He hooks his arm with Fjord's and opens the door, peeking out before pulling the half-orc with him towards the other room. He's two steps from the door when Beau's voice comes from another room. 'Fucking hell you two! Get a gag!']

[halforc]

[ He's still melting internally from the comment to mind much when Beau shrieks at them through the wall, the creak of their footsteps a dead giveaway. ]

I have one, we're moving rooms so I can fit him in my mouth again!

[ Fjord grins and escorts Molly down the corridor, emboldened by having him on his arm. The Monk's yelling is a mess of rage and indignation, well-earned. ]

Goodnight, Beau!

[devilstongue]

[ He breaks into giggles at that, laughing as they get into the room and Beau's protests are a little muted. Molly shucks his coat at once, draping it over a chair and stands there, naked and relaxed in Fjord's room.

This was... this was perfect. He's not as scared any more. Worried, yeah, but not frightened and about to bolt. He's happy.

Molly stretches, every little kink pulled loose, and then he flops into the bed like an oversized cat. ]

Come here, baby.

[halforc]

[ His breeches do go flying the second the door is closed and locked. The sight of Molly spreading out like a luxurious pet makes him smile, crawling up the bed in between those alluring legs to hem him in on bent arms and kiss him deeply, unhurried as he soaks up the feeling of their naked bodies plastered together in a warm, clean bed.

Fjord is more than sated enough to trail his mouth down the unblemished side of a throat, lapping at scars as he goes. ]

Every other person [ murmuring in between hot kisses, ] who has touched you here, I'm going [ nipping! ] to drop a Barlgura on their head.

[devilstongue]

[ He kisses back with simmering, lazy heat, spreading out greedily over the bed and running fingers through Fjord's soft hair. Molly nibbles at that lower lip and then makes a pleased hum as those kisses wander to his scars. ]

Hmm... you'd have to drop most of those barlguras on me, love. [ Molly laughs again, loving the feel of those nips and the press of those tusks. ]

At least I think so. I had most of them when I woke up as me.

[halforc]

[ Snorting against Molly's skin, he picks up on what makes him squirm the most and uses his tusks to rake lightly down his chest, framing a nipple in each pass as his tongue drags a wet line up the middle.

'I had most of them when I woke up as me.'

And then Fjord plants a soft kiss over Molly's heart, because damn. ]

I'm sorry you had to wake up like that.

[devilstongue]

[ He laughs again, squirming under Fjord at the sensitive places and pleased sighs at the tease around a nipple. His tail swishes underneath them, pulling free from underneath their bodies and curling around one of the green thighs.

Molly smiles and strokes that salt-and-pepper hair, placing his hand over chest where Fjord's lips had been. ]

It's okay, they make me look interesting and rugged! I quite like them, even if they were very hard to tattoo.

[ Waking up in a grave was a lot worse than any mark on his body would ever be. ]

[halforc]

I would not describe you as rugged, Mister Tealeaf.

[ He's back to chuckling, climbing up to steal kisses as he slumps at his side, wrapping up Molly in his arms. He trails a finger down a cheekbone and jaw, looking him over with an admittedly dopey amount of love. ]

Annoyingly beautiful, maybe.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly immediately preens at that. He likes being called pretty, okay? ]

Mmm... perfect. That's exactly what I'm going for.

[ He rolls up a pillow again for his neck and then buries his face against Fjord with a deeply satisfied sigh. He lays like that for a moment and then mumbles against that warm, green skin. ]

Thank you. For giving me another chance.

[halforc]

[ It's cosy and private, peaceful in a way he wasn't looking for but now doesn't think he can do without. ]

Hard not to.

[ He noses purple curls aside and plants a kiss between those horns, hands sweeping over Molly's back just for the sheer luxury touching him brings. Fjord still has no idea what Molly sees in him but he hopes he feels the same airy flutter in his chest when they're like this. ]

... Find more of that lingerie. It suited you.

[ Just saying!! ]

[devilstongue]

[ He smiles at that, relieved and so stupidly happy. There was so much about Fjord to love, and Molly hopes he can show the half-orc all of that. (He's falling too, isn't he?)

At the comment, however, he chuckles a little bit. ]

Oh, I have a collection. I'll model some of it for you later.