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[devilstongue]

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[halforc]

Well, me and it are best friends now.

[ Not Molly!! Just the tail. Smirking over a shoulder, his head falls forward when Molly gets to work massaging in the oils, a few absent twitches reacting before Fjord starts to relax. Under the scars and burns, his muscles are knotted to hell. ]

Feels good, having your hands on me.

[ An understatement, it feels great. ]

I remember the last time we were in a bathhouse together, I could barely look at you.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly chuckles, amused and so fond at the same time, and he lets his tail squeeze that leg gently in 'reply' to the announcement of being BFFs.

His hands take time to seek out every knot, every spasm in that back, trailing over muscles and dancing over scars and burns. Marveling how much Fjord had been through. All that green skin and its gradients between shades, all spread out before him like a dessert table he can greedily run his hands over.

At the comment, the tiefling leans closer, stroking his hands down Fjord's lower back. ]

...and why was that?

[halforc]

First time naked around a bunch of people, for starters. [ That had been an experience of all its own, feeling comfortable enough to strip and share a bath with the entire group. ] Then there you were, confident as all hell without a stitch on. You had all those tattoos ...

[ He grunts in pleasure as a knot is worked free, glancing behind. ]

You looked good.

[devilstongue]

Mm, I wasn't the only one. The Nein is full of terribly attractive people, it was hard to not look at everyone. I enjoy being stared at, but I'm in a minority there for most.

[ Then again, Molly liked people. Beauty came in a lot of ways. Caleb had been handsome even back then, despite being so underweight and haunted. Jester managed to be both soft and ripped at the same time. Fjord... oh, handsome and charismatic yet shy. So fun to tease. ]

...and to think, you've kissed every one of those tattoos now.

[ He moves lower, by the tailbone to undo any lingering discomfort from last night. ]

[halforc]

[ His back bows under the pressure, arching to feel more of the kneading in his sorest areas. It's impossible not to get hard while Molly is touching him like that, even if it's innocently done, so he just lets himself enjoy the heavy pooling of arousal as the hot water makes him drowsy with lust. ]

If you got more, what would they be?

[devilstongue]

[ It's impossible to not get hard when doing the touching, either, and Molly's enjoying all the good feeling right now. Warm water, the vanilla scent, how fancy everything is... Fjord close to him, under his hands, the oil making it easy to glide over his skin. It's a low-ember arousal all through his body, smoldering but level.

He kisses by Fjord's ear, helping to loosen those tight areas with clever hands. ]

Oh, I'm getting more. I most of an arm left, and the rest of my back. Maybe my chest, too. Probably some things from our adventures.

[ At least the ones he was part of. ]

Maybe some things for the Neins. As a reminder.

[ In case he forgets. ]

[halforc]

You know you can do whatever you want, but ...

[ He eases up off the edge and turns around, the brush of his body leaving nothing to the imagination. Fjord isn't shy about running a hand up a shoulder and neck, sinking his fingers into damp curls, or palming his way down an ink-free chest. ]

Would you consider leaving this bare? [ Sword-calloused fingers brush from pec to pec, pawing down the central cavity. It's hard not to sound like an ass when requesting how someone treats their own body and he looks like he knows it, chagrined as he says what's on his mind. ] I ... like seeing this part of you.

[devilstongue]

[ He stops as Fjord turns, and then curls into his touch with a smile. The fingers on his chest are covered with his hand, but Molly isn't sure what to think about a request like that. Most of his tattoos had been to cover the eyes on his body with something. Now he had more freedom to just make things he wanted. ]

You like my tits?

[ He says instead, just to loosen any tension before he continues with more honesty. ]

...I don't know, Fjord. The scar bothers me a bit.

[halforc]

[ The flat look he gives that lewd comment softens when Molly shelves his thotiana sass. ]

Then cover them up, do whatever you want. I'm just saying, [ with a kiss to each cheek, tattooed and not, ] I think you're beautiful like this. You've got a lot of scars, yes, but they're not a fence around your heart. More like ... a maze, and I think I'm starting to remember the way.

[ Tracing a line through the ridges, back and forth. ]

[devilstongue]

Mm... I don't mind the other ones. I quite like those.

[ He closes his eyes at the kiss to his cheek, stealing one of his own on Fjord's forehead before he gently moves the fingers that trail the silver lines to the large one in the middle. The killing blow. ]

My heart isn't easy to find, but you certainly did.

[halforc]

With a little help.

[ The main scar is thicker than the rest, able to run the pad of his thumb down its length. ]

Cover it up if you feel like you need to reclaim your own skin. If you don't, I'll do that for you either way. Every night I can.

[devilstongue]

[ Thick and twisted from the way Lorenzo killed him, and still sensitive when Fjord runs his thumb along the raised skin. It feels like a blessing, though, to have Fjord say those things - and he leans towards the half-orc with a smile. ]

Thank you, love.

[halforc]

This is just skin, Molly.

[ That smile is captured in a soft kiss, his voice low and reassuring as he wraps that arm around him and sifts through the longer strands of hair in his grasp. Fjord can just about see red slits under long lashes from this close up. ]

He's gone.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly sinks into Fjord's arms, ask close as he can to press his wet skin against Fjord's. he isn't hard anymore after that bit of soul-searching, but so hungry for contact. ]

He is... and you're here. As it should be.

[ They were all safe, happy and in the most extravagant bath he's ever been in. ]

Maybe some waves... flowers... a dick for Jester.

[ Molly chuckles, nosing at Fjord's throat. ]

Mm... this is the best.

[halforc]

Fuck. Do not get a dick tattoo, I will disown you.

[ Even as he hauls Molly up into his arms and holds him in the bath, raining affectionate kisses down on his temples and cheek. ]

[devilstongue]

[ He laughs uproariously at that, meeting those sweet kisses with a grin. ]

You can't disown me, love. Now should it be of a dick, or should I tattoo my dick...?

[halforc]

[ It's impossible not to smile when Molly has such an infectious laugh, Fjord keeping his frown on principle as he huffs and reverses their positions with the tiefling backed up against the edge. ]

Neither of those are viable options if you want me to ever touch you again, so. Make up your mind which you love more: pictures of dicks, patterned dicks, or my dick.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly hops up a bit on the edge when Fjord spins them, so to not squish his tail. It gives him just a bit of leverage, but not much. ]

Well, I do love your dick... [ He taps his lower lip with a finger, teasing. ] Hmm... you should come closer and let me evaluate it.

[ He sticks his tongue out again, more inviting than childishly this time. ]

[halforc]

[ The ledges in the bath for people to sit on mean Molly is of a similar height to Fjord when he perches, water lapping around their chests. ]

Unless you intend to drown in here, I don't think you're going to get a good look.

[ He slides a hand up a slippery back to hold him close enough for that tongue to be drawn into a kiss, walking his fingers up a leg underwater (tip-tip-tapping their way up a thigh). ]

Maybe I'll get a tattoo, of an annoying little purple cat.

[devilstongue]

Oh, how sad that none of us have underwater breathing spells...

[ Molly smirks again and then swallows his next quip into the kiss. It feels like his skin is magnetized, seeking Fjord's touch to make his blood sing underneath. There's a pleased sigh from the tiefling, which turns into laughter again at the mention of Fjord's tattoo 'choice'. ]

Should I purr for you, or bite your hand first? Time will tell.

[halforc]

My mouth can't be two places at once, sweetheart.

[ He curls a loose fist around Molly's cock to coax him back to hardness, still halfway there himself. Fjord feels drowsy with the scent of the bath and the drag of Molly's naked skin under his, his eyes dilated like dinner-plates as he looks him over in between lazy kisses. ]

We'll see what comes naturally to you, there's no rush ...

[devilstongue]

Ahh...

[ Molly makes a lazily pleased sound at being touched, lips quirking into a satisfied smile of someone who got exactly what they wanted. He hooks his legs slightly around a green thigh to not float away in the water, despite Fjord's sweet hold of him. ]

You're far too good to me, love.

[halforc]

You just gave me a wonderful massage, I'm feeling up to any challenge you can lay down.

[ He drags Molly away from the ledge in the wall to drift backwards in the bathwater, touching him all the while without ever missing a stroke. ]

Hold onto me, since you want to breathe underwater so badly.

[ He'll do the thing!! ]

[devilstongue]

[ Oh, he's definitely being spoiled now, pulled to the water so he can float a little bit while Fjord strokes him so nicely and brings him to full hardness once more. The water's hot, Molly's skin is hot and Fjord is the hottest by suggesting such illicit things. ]

I'd say you have a pretty good hold of me already.

[ He laughs a little again, plum curls floating in the water as he's pulled along. He slips his tail around a leg to anchor himself, eyes full of mischief and heat. ]

[halforc]

[ He casts Underwater Breathing through Gift of the Depths, smiling as he feels that tail anchor Molly to him. With a kiss, he wraps his arms around Molly to help stabilise him and ducks underwater, dragging the tiefling along with him.

The bath isn't very deep, easy enough to submerge in. He makes sure Molly is comfortable breathing water before anything else, running a hand up his neck to cradle a cheek. ]