[ 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. ]
[ Vanilla-scented bath water is both nicer and not at the same time to breathe in, but Molly fully trusts Fjord and starts taking it into his lungs as soon as they submerge. Red eyes meet those lovely gold ones and he smiles, leaning to that hand on his cheek with a softness in them that he allows himself here.
[ It feels like swimming in tea, incredibly sweet compared to the saltwater he usually tastes when needing to cast that spell. He moves with ease, turning them around so that Molly floats with Fjord above, and with a wink he starts kissing his way down a chest en route south. Kinky bath-sex it is, a first for Fjord but entirely confident underwater.
When he reaches a flushed cock, he taps those thighs to rise over his shoulders and swallows him down without preamble, his mouth hotter than the water. ]
[ Oh-ho! This is interesting and naughty, Molly's into it. At first he expects a kiss, but Fjord moves down his body and the tiefling groans underwater. (It's mostly just more water.)
When Fjord gestures to what he wants him to do, he's quick to comply. His tail can't quite reach to a hold, but it curls slightly around that green back as they both float in between the bottom and the surface of the water.
It's absolutely weird and he loves it.
Then his cock is sinking in to that pretty mouth, gently cradled by tusks and Molly's out of thoughts for a while. ]
[ It's his first time giving head underwater and, surprisingly, it's not as much of a challenge as he imagined. Molly is weightless in his arms, easily manoeuvrable, and the sway of his hips into Fjord's mouth can flow far more naturally than it could on a bed, unimpeded as the water keeps him aloft. Fjord kneels on the bottom of the bath, drawing Molly's legs around his head as he pleasures him in long pulls, sucking dutifully at the flushed tip for a time before resuming his bobbing, a little mindless with the weirdly relaxing nature of it.
He keeps an eye on Molly, loving the way he looks in the water like some sort of captured siren. ]
[ There's a sliver of red under half-closed lids that watches Fjord be gorgeous in the water, sinking his mouth down around him like that and making his body quiver in pleasure. It's lazy and relaxed and so wonderful to just float there and have Fjord spoil him.
Those long pulls draws pleased sighs from him, quiet without the air to make the sound but visible in the way his mouth opens and his neck arches back a bit.
Molly loses himself in the feeling, everything zoning into the feeling of Fjord between his legs, the rest of his body forgotten by his brain in the warm, relaxing water. ]
[ There are a million ways to fall in love with Molly and it feels like several new ones hit Fjord right between the ribs under the water, peppering kiss along a hard length before he smirks against Molly's hip, giving him a moment's pause.
He grasps those slender hips and drags him down through the water like a leaf out of the breeze, pulling him down into his lap with a ready grin and kisses galore. ]
[ Molly's so relaxed that he barely notices what's going on at first, but then there's a Fjord in his face and he's in the man's lap. Underwater.
Gods, he's so spoiled.
Grinning, he leans in for a kiss, hungry and lazy all at once as he wraps his arms around the half-orc with such softness in his eyes. This was magical and silly at the same time, and he wants to slip his forked tongue into that sweet mouth. ]
[ Spoiled and worth it. Fjord teases the v of that forked tongue with his own before drawing him into a hungry kiss, kneading his way down the curve of an ass to slip a finger underneath a tail and seek out a hidden, hot little hole, rubbing to the pace of every lick. The surface has the massage oil and he'll get to it in a minute, but for now it's a little whimsical just to have Molly in his arms with his curly hair floating like a ribbon and burning skin slipping over Fjord's, secret and safe under the water, free hand running up and down a slender form to try and memorise every inch of his lover. ]
[ Molly's tail instinctively lifts when those hands come to touch beneath it and he moans softly into Fjord's mouth. He smiles into the kiss, loving how weightless he feels in the half-orc's arms as they kiss. He runs a hand over Fjord's chest, rubbing a thumb over a nipple as the other hand greedily holds on to that pretty hair while they kiss.
[ He could stay there for as long as it takes them to prune but the urge to be inside his boyfriend is far too strong to ignore, gasping water as Molly touches him, working him up into a sensitive frenzy. The rise to his feet is swift, keeping Molly in his lap. When they break the surface he drags down air, despite not being out of breath, and steers their combined weight toward the wall of the bath where Molly left the massage oil.
He doesn't reach for it immediately, too busy kissing him with a moan that fills the enclosed stone room. ]
[ Molly makes a slightly surprised sound as he's lifted, holding on to Fjord as he's carried towards the edge and breaches the water for the first breath of air. ]
Fjord, gods... you're so gorgeous. I can't believe we're doing this.
[ He meets those kisses hungrily as they move to the pool's edge, dragging his nails over that strong back. Kissing like this should never stop, he thinks to himself, slipping his tongue to tickle the roof of Fjord's mouth. ]
[ He pins Molly with his hips, cocks pressed together with a dizzying friction as Fjord reaches for the bottle of oil, kissing him all the while. The tickle along the roof of his mouth makes something hot in his stomach drop straight between his legs and he growls into those addictive kisses, spilling the oil over his whole hand. His heartbeat pounds in his ears and it feels like he's trying to crawl out of his skin to get closer, heated from the inside-out. ]
I want you, Molly. I need you.
[ Some of the oil floats away in its own clear droplets as he slips his hand underwater to seek out that soft entrance, pressing a thick finger past the rim to start opening Molly up. Fjord pulls out of the kisses to nip along a jaw, watching for a reaction. His patience is shot but he doesn't want to hurt him, never that. ]
[ He gasps as the finger breeches him, but it's fairly easy to slide it in from all the sex they've had lately. The oil helps, though, and Molly's face is all bliss and no traces of pain. Those fingers are so good and he cants his hips down to take it further inside. ]
Look at you, fitting so well in me. It's meant to be.
[ Laughter shakes him as he buries his face in the curve of a shoulder. ]
You're getting so romantic.
[ About getting dicked down. Amazing. He slips a second finger in alongside the first with far less resistance than expected, humming approval into tattoos that he pricks with his teeth. Each peacock feather gets a nip, the slick drag inside Molly loosening him up a treat and driving Fjord wild, scraping a little too hard with a tusk. ]
[ He laughs as well, full of joy and pleasure at the same time. He loves laughing in bed, and each smile is just making it all so much better. Molly keeps trying to fuck himself on that finger - slowly, but determined.
He leans his head a bit to the side to leave room for all that feather nipping, and when a tusk scrapes a little too hard the breaths and sounds of pleasure intensify and he drags Fjord closer to him. ]
Yes, yes, mark me up darling! You know you want to.
[ He has enough presence of mind to switch to an uninked shoulder, not wanting to destroy the artwork wreathed over Molly's body. As his fingers hit their second knuckle and curl inside that tight channel, stroking hot walls, he scrapes his tusks in the curve of a neck hard enough to leave pink lines, lapping at them and sucking lovebites on top, kisses wet and sloppy like the bathwater. He shudders as some unspoken, deep-set satisfaction is taken from marking Molly up, doing it again but closer to a pulse as he fucks him on his hand, a low snarl vibrating into soft, scratched skin.
Fjord doesn't know why it feels so good to leave evidence of his bite, giving into the instinct at Molly's encouragement. It's as if a red wave of hunger slips over his thoughts and makes Molly his whole world, digging his claws across the curve of a pert ass to leave his mark there too, groping hard.
Yasha had a mate she loved very much, maybe she can explain it later. ]
[ That curl would have had him cry out in pleasure on it's own, but the added feeling of those tusks makes him outright yowl, pushing himself down on those fingers like his life depends upon it. It's a little bit of pain with his pleasure and it has Molly feeling like he's drugged on desire, heart so full and body aching for the same. ]
Please, I can take you now. Please fuck me, baby.
[ The oil would be good enough in the water and he can't wait to feel Fjord inside after those nips and marks that sent his body into overdrive. Maybe it was a tiefling sex thing. (Another thing to ask Marion). Those fangs were good for more than hissing, after all. ]
[ Molly's cries sink into Fjord's bones, as loud and wanton as he should be. Fjord wants to be the person who makes him feel like that every day, the reason for his pleasure, wrapped up in each other so much that the outside world falls away.
That's what it feels like right now.
Hearing that demand being made the press of fingers is abruptly exchanged for a much thicker, blunt cockhead that takes Molly at his word and presses in, careful for as long as it takes a faint ring of resistance to let him sink deeper then losing all pretence of thought as soon as slick tight heat swallows him up, dragging out a rough groan of his own. He grasps at a rear to heft Molly onto his lap with each thrust, not as slow or tender as he would usually take it but a slave to the friction and heat eating up each ridge on his throbbing shaft as he fucks him into the wall, forehead to a lavender shoulder. A shoulder Fjord marked.
[ There it is, that perfect feeling of being filled with a push of that fat cock into him. It burns a bit but Molly does his best to relax, holding on to strong shoulders as his body accepts Fjord. He's happily pulled into his lap, feeling near weightless in the water as he's moved to meet those thrusts, hands grasping what they can as he's being overwhelmed with the harder thrusts and quicker slides of their bodies.
Gods, he loves that cock. Every ridge and bump on it seems made to drive him crazy, rubbing both at his inside and the well-stretched rim.
Then Fjord's tusks are at his shoulder again, chomping down and pressing against his skin, nearly holding him in place - all Molly can do is curse and make those loud, shameless sounds that would make both old sailors and courtesans blush. He's never shy about his pleasure, and fucked like this, between pleasure and pain and feeling so right? You bet he's letting Fjord (and the rest of the bath house) know how good it is. ]
[ Molly makes up for a lifetime of neglect by being the hype-man Fjord hadn't known he was missing, wails echoing off marble walls that embolden Fjord not to care about their volume either, his only priority to keep Molly crying out like that. It felt amazing last night to be taken so thoroughly and open up part of himself that he never had before, vulnerable and loved, although he'll always prefer having Molly riding his dick like he was made for it because it makes Fjord feel like he's serving a purpose, kissing him with a moan as he works the tieflings from the inside-out, over and over.
The scratches all down Fjord's back feel like trophies from Molly's sharp nails, arching into the drag of each scrape. He runs a hand down faint abs to swirl his grip around a tapered cockhead, rubbing the crown to coax out precome as Molly is fucked without relent, water sloshing over the edge of the bath with each thrust. ]
Come for, baby, let me feel you do it ...
[ That one sweet spot is angled for as he tilts his hips, driving over it as Fjord nuzzles a cheek, breathlessly grinning. ]
You feel so good around my cock, Molls, [ kissing him with a heated growl, ] I love you.
[ Molly's an excellent hype man, but while he might have been a shill for the carnival, there were no lies about how good he was feeling right now. The warm water, the scent of vanilla, his back against marble as he was fucked right out of his mind by such a wonderful person that cared about him. Enough to say he loved him.
(He wants to say it back, but he doesn't want it to be said in the throes of passion again.)
He isn't sure if it is that, the coaxing to come from those green lips or the way Fjord was moving inside him and touching him at the same time that draws another cry from the tiefling as he hits his peak with Fjord's name on his lips. Clenching down around that perfect dick, the water turns a bit cloudy as he rides out his orgasm with weak, shaky legs and a thundering rhythm in his heart. ]
Fjord! Gods, please use me, come for me, I'm yours!
[ He says in a slightly pointed ear, holding on for dear life. (It's not 'I love you', but it is close.) ]
You can fuck my throat afterwards.
[ A promise for that orcish second load, delivered with a dizzy smile on his wrecked features from being thoroughly ravished. ]
[ There may not be a second wind with the way Molly has worked Fjord up, the ripple of tension milking his cock when Molly comes gutting a breath out of him that rides a snarl, keeping his grip on an ass firm enough to leave claw-marks as he moves to the pace Molly needs, fucking the orgasm right out of him. He leans into the lips gasping by his ear and loses the ability to speak as he pushes Molly back up against the wall in the wake of the tiefling's orgasm to buck hard two, three times, coming on cue with a shuddering moan.
He moves with him in the water, slower but sweetly aching, slumping over a shoulder. Strokes over a hip to take another cheek into his hold and hold Molly snugly against him for a short eternity, burying his nose in a shoulder to kiss and nuzzle as his mind floats back to earth and eventually reconnects with his body. ]
Mmm ... Molly.
[ His intelligence might have reduced to three for the time being. ]
[ The water is so nice and warm, Fjord's lovely self is leaning to him and he just had another amazing orgasm. Molly honestly feels like the most spoiled person in all of Exandria, floating here without a care in the world. He runs his fingers through wet black hair, gently nuzzling the crook of the half-orc's shoulder as well as he can with the horns. ]
Fjord...
[ He smiles, opening his eyes a bit to look at his lover affectionately, half-dozing in the afterglow and bliss of just being there with the paladin. This was a good start of the day, if the bath house didn't throw them out after having sex in the pool they should make it a habit to come at least once every time they went to Nicodranas. ]
[ adore you by medieval harry styles plays somewhere in this bathhouse
Humming with bone-deep satisfaction he lifts his head to find Molly already looking at him and immediately grins, sliding a hand past a horn to brush a tapered ear and sink into long damp locks. A soft kiss meets those bitten lips, not quite chaste and no less fevered but slow, savouring the fact of who he's kissing, not just the act. It's always that way with Fjord a bleeding heart but this feels like an unspoken conversation, lingering in their shared breaths and shuttered glances. ]
I'll just ... use your mouth for this. [ His smile crinkles yellow eyes. ] No throat needed.
[ Worn the fuck out for the day, he slips out of Molly and pets those scratched thighs, a striped pink ass too, leaning back into his space. ]
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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. ]
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With him, alone. ]
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When he reaches a flushed cock, he taps those thighs to rise over his shoulders and swallows him down without preamble, his mouth hotter than the water. ]
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When Fjord gestures to what he wants him to do, he's quick to comply. His tail can't quite reach to a hold, but it curls slightly around that green back as they both float in between the bottom and the surface of the water.
It's absolutely weird and he loves it.
Then his cock is sinking in to that pretty mouth, gently cradled by tusks and Molly's out of thoughts for a while. ]
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He keeps an eye on Molly, loving the way he looks in the water like some sort of captured siren. ]
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Those long pulls draws pleased sighs from him, quiet without the air to make the sound but visible in the way his mouth opens and his neck arches back a bit.
Molly loses himself in the feeling, everything zoning into the feeling of Fjord between his legs, the rest of his body forgotten by his brain in the warm, relaxing water. ]
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He grasps those slender hips and drags him down through the water like a leaf out of the breeze, pulling him down into his lap with a ready grin and kisses galore. ]
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Gods, he's so spoiled.
Grinning, he leans in for a kiss, hungry and lazy all at once as he wraps his arms around the half-orc with such softness in his eyes. This was magical and silly at the same time, and he wants to slip his forked tongue into that sweet mouth. ]
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He's addicted. ]
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He doesn't reach for it immediately, too busy kissing him with a moan that fills the enclosed stone room. ]
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Fjord, gods... you're so gorgeous. I can't believe we're doing this.
[ He meets those kisses hungrily as they move to the pool's edge, dragging his nails over that strong back. Kissing like this should never stop, he thinks to himself, slipping his tongue to tickle the roof of Fjord's mouth. ]
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I want you, Molly. I need you.
[ Some of the oil floats away in its own clear droplets as he slips his hand underwater to seek out that soft entrance, pressing a thick finger past the rim to start opening Molly up. Fjord pulls out of the kisses to nip along a jaw, watching for a reaction. His patience is shot but he doesn't want to hurt him, never that. ]
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[ He gasps as the finger breeches him, but it's fairly easy to slide it in from all the sex they've had lately. The oil helps, though, and Molly's face is all bliss and no traces of pain. Those fingers are so good and he cants his hips down to take it further inside. ]
Look at you, fitting so well in me. It's meant to be.
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You're getting so romantic.
[ About getting dicked down. Amazing. He slips a second finger in alongside the first with far less resistance than expected, humming approval into tattoos that he pricks with his teeth. Each peacock feather gets a nip, the slick drag inside Molly loosening him up a treat and driving Fjord wild, scraping a little too hard with a tusk. ]
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He leans his head a bit to the side to leave room for all that feather nipping, and when a tusk scrapes a little too hard the breaths and sounds of pleasure intensify and he drags Fjord closer to him. ]
Yes, yes, mark me up darling! You know you want to.
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Fjord doesn't know why it feels so good to leave evidence of his bite, giving into the instinct at Molly's encouragement. It's as if a red wave of hunger slips over his thoughts and makes Molly his whole world, digging his claws across the curve of a pert ass to leave his mark there too, groping hard.
Yasha had a mate she loved very much, maybe she can explain it later. ]
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Please, I can take you now. Please fuck me, baby.
[ The oil would be good enough in the water and he can't wait to feel Fjord inside after those nips and marks that sent his body into overdrive. Maybe it was a tiefling sex thing. (Another thing to ask Marion). Those fangs were good for more than hissing, after all. ]
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That's what it feels like right now.
Hearing that demand being made the press of fingers is abruptly exchanged for a much thicker, blunt cockhead that takes Molly at his word and presses in, careful for as long as it takes a faint ring of resistance to let him sink deeper then losing all pretence of thought as soon as slick tight heat swallows him up, dragging out a rough groan of his own. He grasps at a rear to heft Molly onto his lap with each thrust, not as slow or tender as he would usually take it but a slave to the friction and heat eating up each ridge on his throbbing shaft as he fucks him into the wall, forehead to a lavender shoulder. A shoulder Fjord marked.
He does it again, securing a bite. ]
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Gods, he loves that cock. Every ridge and bump on it seems made to drive him crazy, rubbing both at his inside and the well-stretched rim.
Then Fjord's tusks are at his shoulder again, chomping down and pressing against his skin, nearly holding him in place - all Molly can do is curse and make those loud, shameless sounds that would make both old sailors and courtesans blush. He's never shy about his pleasure, and fucked like this, between pleasure and pain and feeling so right? You bet he's letting Fjord (and the rest of the bath house) know how good it is. ]
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The scratches all down Fjord's back feel like trophies from Molly's sharp nails, arching into the drag of each scrape. He runs a hand down faint abs to swirl his grip around a tapered cockhead, rubbing the crown to coax out precome as Molly is fucked without relent, water sloshing over the edge of the bath with each thrust. ]
Come for, baby, let me feel you do it ...
[ That one sweet spot is angled for as he tilts his hips, driving over it as Fjord nuzzles a cheek, breathlessly grinning. ]
You feel so good around my cock, Molls, [ kissing him with a heated growl, ] I love you.
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(He wants to say it back, but he doesn't want it to be said in the throes of passion again.)
He isn't sure if it is that, the coaxing to come from those green lips or the way Fjord was moving inside him and touching him at the same time that draws another cry from the tiefling as he hits his peak with Fjord's name on his lips. Clenching down around that perfect dick, the water turns a bit cloudy as he rides out his orgasm with weak, shaky legs and a thundering rhythm in his heart. ]
Fjord! Gods, please use me, come for me, I'm yours!
[ He says in a slightly pointed ear, holding on for dear life. (It's not 'I love you', but it is close.) ]
You can fuck my throat afterwards.
[ A promise for that orcish second load, delivered with a dizzy smile on his wrecked features from being thoroughly ravished. ]
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He moves with him in the water, slower but sweetly aching, slumping over a shoulder. Strokes over a hip to take another cheek into his hold and hold Molly snugly against him for a short eternity, burying his nose in a shoulder to kiss and nuzzle as his mind floats back to earth and eventually reconnects with his body. ]
Mmm ... Molly.
[ His intelligence might have reduced to three for the time being. ]
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Fjord...
[ He smiles, opening his eyes a bit to look at his lover affectionately, half-dozing in the afterglow and bliss of just being there with the paladin. This was a good start of the day, if the bath house didn't throw them out after having sex in the pool they should make it a habit to come at least once every time they went to Nicodranas. ]
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adore you by medieval harry styles plays somewhere in this bathhouseHumming with bone-deep satisfaction he lifts his head to find Molly already looking at him and immediately grins, sliding a hand past a horn to brush a tapered ear and sink into long damp locks. A soft kiss meets those bitten lips, not quite chaste and no less fevered but slow, savouring the fact of who he's kissing, not just the act. It's always that way with Fjord a bleeding heart but this feels like an unspoken conversation, lingering in their shared breaths and shuttered glances. ]
I'll just ... use your mouth for this. [ His smile crinkles yellow eyes. ] No throat needed.
[ Worn the fuck out for the day, he slips out of Molly and pets those scratched thighs, a striped pink ass too, leaning back into his space. ]
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