[ 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. ]
[ He likes that smile on Fjord, the one that makes him brighten up in a slow, steady way. Like a sunrise rather than the flash of a match or torch. Molly leans in for another kiss, just savoring the moment and the place they are in.
It's pretty damn romantic.
The tiefling quivers as his lover pulls out, and hums a bit against green lips as he can feel the sting of scratches, konowing he's marked up Fjord's back just as badly. It makes him feel quite proud, honestly.
The bite at his shoulder is a lovely purple bruise. ]
[ He only pulls away to lean back against the bath with a stretch and immediately winces, laughing as the grooves down his back make him hiss in mild pain, splitting in the hot water. It's nothing he'd rather be rid of though, opening up an arm for Molly to settle in if he wants. ]
I could fall asleep right here, no joke. If I drown please let everyone know exactly why you're responsible.
[ What the hell was he doing before he did Molly? He can't remember shit. He peppers kisses across a forehead, one for each ridge on a horn that he can reach without trying, letting him know he's fine and will be happy to feel those scratches for as long as they last. ]
We're going to be a pair of prunes. Oh! You'll really look like one, hah.
[ Few people remember what they were doing before they did molly, to be honest.
Mollymauk leans into the touch with a smile, feeling the sensitive skin by the horns get a kiss before traveling over the bone. Then Fjord deliver's that and he has to lean away to not gore the poor warlodin. ]
I'm a plum, thank you! You're the one with white in your hair!
[ He's a delicacy at least 27 years your junior, Mr. Fjord! ]
[ Molly: an actual five year old in so many ways. ]
A fucking pickle? Wow. This abuse ...
[ Fjord wraps his arms around Mollymauk to rein him back in with a bear-hug, squeezing him gently. No goring, only cuddles as he murmurs into that dark hair. ]
Come here if you're my very own plum, let me see how sweet you are after bullying me like that ... !
Never hear the end of that, will I? I'm sorry [ running his hands up Molly's back, ] that I broke [ leaaaaning in to plant a soft kiss on his lips, ] your very, very pretty tail.
[ He tips his head into the touch, eyes closing as Molly's fingers sift through his hair and the water remains toasty around them. ]
Mmm, we should head back or you'll miss the girls leaving.
[ But first, more kisses, since they're in a beautiful bathhouse and no one is here to interrupt him lavishing Molly in affection. Getting out is hard. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
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. ]
no subject
[ 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.
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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.
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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.
no subject
(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. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
[ He likes that smile on Fjord, the one that makes him brighten up in a slow, steady way. Like a sunrise rather than the flash of a match or torch. Molly leans in for another kiss, just savoring the moment and the place they are in.
It's pretty damn romantic.
The tiefling quivers as his lover pulls out, and hums a bit against green lips as he can feel the sting of scratches, konowing he's marked up Fjord's back just as badly. It makes him feel quite proud, honestly.
The bite at his shoulder is a lovely purple bruise. ]
You're so good to me.
no subject
[ He only pulls away to lean back against the bath with a stretch and immediately winces, laughing as the grooves down his back make him hiss in mild pain, splitting in the hot water. It's nothing he'd rather be rid of though, opening up an arm for Molly to settle in if he wants. ]
I could fall asleep right here, no joke. If I drown please let everyone know exactly why you're responsible.
no subject
[ Water breathing magic and all that.
Molly leans to Fjord as soon as the other man looks settled, chuckling slightly at the wince and gently rubbing an arm in 'apology'. ]
...but I know what you mean. I'm so comfortable that they might have to throw us out.
no subject
[ What the hell was he doing before he did Molly? He can't remember shit. He peppers kisses across a forehead, one for each ridge on a horn that he can reach without trying, letting him know he's fine and will be happy to feel those scratches for as long as they last. ]
We're going to be a pair of prunes. Oh! You'll really look like one, hah.
[ That's funnier than it should be, oops. ]
no subject
Mollymauk leans into the touch with a smile, feeling the sensitive skin by the horns get a kiss before traveling over the bone. Then Fjord deliver's that and he has to lean away to not gore the poor warlodin. ]
I'm a plum, thank you! You're the one with white in your hair!
[ He's a delicacy at least 27 years your junior, Mr. Fjord! ]
...and you're a more of a pickle.
no subject
A fucking pickle? Wow. This abuse ...
[ Fjord wraps his arms around Mollymauk to rein him back in with a bear-hug, squeezing him gently. No goring, only cuddles as he murmurs into that dark hair. ]
Come here if you're my very own plum, let me see how sweet you are after bullying me like that ... !
no subject
I can't exactly call you a gherkin, that's more of a Nott.
[ He laughs, easily plucked into those arms and hugged. Molly's happy, which is new and exciting and a little scary at once. ]
You know I'm very sweet if you handle me correctly.
no subject
[ That's how it happened. ]
no subject
[ He wiggles the end of his tail a bit, the thin part by the spade unmarred thanks to the Wildmother's grace. ]
no subject
no subject
Mm... apology accepted. I'm fairly sure it knew just how much you love it after that.
[ All that tail-play! ]
You're wonderful.
no subject
[ He tips his head into the touch, eyes closing as Molly's fingers sift through his hair and the water remains toasty around them. ]
Mmm, we should head back or you'll miss the girls leaving.
[ But first, more kisses, since they're in a beautiful bathhouse and no one is here to interrupt him lavishing Molly in affection. Getting out is hard. ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...