[ The tray is slid to the floor as he steadies Molly, tidying up that messy hair by flopping it backwards over his horns. It looks weird from this angle but it lets him see more of Molly's face instead of tangled curls. ]
They're important to you, right? So, they're important to me. It's not silly to me if something I do can make you happy.
[ He leans into the touch with a soft, pleased sigh. Molly loves being touched in general and Fjord just makes it a million times better. ]
I appreciate it. The boots and the coat are honestly what's most sentimental to me when it comes to things. The coat used to be Gustav's old ringmaster one, I fell in love with it when I came to the carnival because all the colors made me focus. I added to it later, of course. Made it my own.
[ He's getting up there in tiefling temperature again, which is a good thing, so he slinks out of his blanket burrito and then leaves himself naked on top of the half-orc. ]
Most people think it's the jewels, but they're all fake crap.
[ ... Oooh, naked boyfriend. Just be cool. They're already dating but, you know. Green hands skim up Molly's waist and follow the flare of hips, petting down his thighs and sweeping up his back to hug him close. ]
Coat and boots, noted. [ He gives a glance to the jewellery on the bedside table, specifically the lavender shell now glazed and gleaming in the sunshine. ] I'm glad you like what I got you, too.
[ If Molly could purr he would, all smiles and feeling that comfortable heat. The touch is wonderful, loosening any lingering tension from the fight yesterday. ]
I'm thinking I'll try out a nautical style. I seem to be drawn to green seaglass.
[ He gives Fjord a soft kiss before crooking his head to bury his face in the half-orc's neck, happy to see that his horns just gently frame green cheeks as he does. ]
[ Rolling Molly over is no huge feat with the tiefling putty in his lap, buried out of sight as he is, so Fjord covers him with his body where Molly falls, lifting his head to kiss him firmly. Once, twice ... losing himself in the kisses a little as he soaks up the lovely naked skin that invites him to touch every inch. ]
[ Kissing is honestly the best thing in the world, and he cannot get enough of it. Especially not when covered liked this by Fjord, pressed into the mattress and feeling every part of him so close. ]
Mmm, [ he fervently wishes they had another week of this, memorising how Molly looks when bare on a bed of scattered petals, replying between kisses, ] couple of hours at most, circus man ...
[ They did wake up early, after all. What harm can there be in feeling his way down to pet the soft inside of a thigh, back and forth? Surely none. ]
[ So does Molly, but it was the life of the Nein... and they would have other chances. ]
A couple of hours is more than enough.
[ For cuddling, kissing and maybe even some lazy, soft morning sex. That hand on an inner thigh has him spreading his leg open a bit, smirking against Fjord's lips. ]
I've noticed, it wasn't a complaint ei— Ah! Molly, fuck, that comes sharp.
[ He swats that tail (one true nemesis, there's an enemies-to-lovers story there somewhere) and settles between long legs, letting Molly spread himself out like the decadent brat he is with Fjord draped on top. He spoils him in the wake of the midnight attack, dragging his mouth in hot open-mouthed kisses across shoulders and down a chest, just to keep touching him. ]
[ He snorts at the reaction, but 'apologizes' by letting the limb curl onto the crack of that nice ass and lie there, almost cupping one cheek.
Molly happily spreads out, stretching and arching his body to really overtake the bed as much as he can. Then Fjord starts wandering kisses and the tiefling gives a pleased sigh, burying one hand in that nice hair and looking down at Fjord with a look of an emperor on his throne, demanding fealty.
Let's end this vacation with some good memories, shall we?
[ First over the main scar in the centre of Molly's chest, that gets a sucking lovebite until the lavender skin is blushing pinker with blood, then it's on to the smooth, faint bruise of the harpoon's impact site, grazing with his tusks to leave his own marks there in fine lines, licking the pink scratches better. He wants to try and override one memory with another, tracing his name with the tip of his tongue over smooth skin. ]
[ There's a hint of tension at the touch on his scar that then evaporates into a soft moan at the lovebite. Then that wonderful mouth moves to the side where he was impaled and Mollymauk's breath hitches slightly as he realizes what Fjord is doing.
Mmm. Mmhmm. [ Like an artist inspecting their work he pretends to tilt his head this way and that to get a better look at those lovebites, glancing up with a warm smile. ]
Seems like we're all good here. Should I move on to purpler pastures?
[ Scritching his beard down a navel, he dips his tongue into a belly-button and continues south, gently sucking and nipping at the impossibly softer skin right above Molly's cock. ]
[ He will adore those love bites for as long as they last. A reminder that he's loved and that he's alive.
The suggestion to move to purpler pastures has him laughing a little, shamelessly spreading his legs wide for Fjord. The tongue at his navel makes Molly snicker again, even if it feels quite nice. Even nicer is the mouth underneath it, so close to his hardening cock yet perfect to tease the light dusting of violet hair.
Molly is the perfect pillow princess, happily running one leg down Fjord's side. ]
Remember when we were swimming in the reefs and you were looking at all the fish? You liked poking around down there, didn't you? I found your shell close by, it was waiting for you.
[ Hopefully he can sweep bad experiences under the carpet with the host of far better ones since they arrived, nuzzling the scruff of his beard lightly along that cock and down against warm balls, laving a wet stripe right up the underside of a hardening erection. Sliding the leg around his middle higher he drapes it over his shoulder and leaves messy kisses along a thigh, only briefly before returning to cover a shaft in the soft, lazy attention of his mouth, sucking his way to the tip in between every other word. ]
[ He smiles, red eyes full of soft happiness. That was a good memory of the sea, floating around in the sun-dappled water like a merman. ]
I still love it, Fjord. It's part of you, it's gorgeous.
[ Getting speared didn't change that, because it was Fjord's element and he wanted to share that with him. Just like they were sharing right now, the half-orc drawing heated breaths from Molly as he watches his lover lazily pleasure him. ]
Ah... gods, you're so good at this.
[ His voice is shaky as Fjord sucks him into his mouth, breaking a moan out of the tiefling and makes his body quake under that touch. The half-orc was definitely a service top of the highest quality. ]
[ Molly's arousal stokes his own so it's well worth wrecking him first, those moans and quaky replies run over him like ripples of heat. Fjord strokes from the root to the bump of his own lips, guiding him into his mouth where he cushions Molly on his tongue and bobs up to let him watch, a little sloppy in his devotion. He manages to shut off the anxious part of his brain for a while as Molly's scent and taste fill his senses, muffling his groans around his mouthful.
With his head buried in and going to work on Molly's crotch, hemmed in at the head with thighs, Fjord is more in his element here than he ever is in the ocean. He needs this closeness just as much as he wants to offer it. ]
[ The feeling of his dick being cradled by those tusks as Fjord sucks him is wonderful rather than worrying, because it's so undoubtedly him, and Molly is definitely enjoying himself. He's not as loud as he usually is, still a little weak from yesterday, but he's flushed and happy, watching his lover with softness and heat.
He closes his legs a little around Fjord's head, supporting him as he's trying to not push his hips up, wanting to draw this out for as long as the half-orc feels like. ]
Oh, Fjord, baby I'm yours...
[ He technically said 'I love you' earlier, even if it was a bit of work-around, but he meant it. Molly understands why he was so terrified of his feelings before, and how right he feels right here. Where he belongs. ]
[ Molly gets treated to a morning blowjob where he's licked and sucked to his heart's content, balls kneaded in a gentle green palm and thighs caressed each time they start to shiver, calming him down enough to enjoy another few minutes of being worshipped. It's all to banish the memory of the attack, putting him in a more positive place mentally the best way Fjord knows how: showing him he's loved, right then and there in their bed. He edges him a few times, almost making him come before backing off to mouthing at a hip or a navel, but he always veers back to the hard length darkened to an angry purple at the dripping tip, yellow eyes flashing up the length of Molly's body to catch his expression. ]
[ Molly is absolutely at Fjord's mercy as he's so wonderfully serviced, pleasure flowing and cresting through his body. It feels so good in so many ways to be there, watching Fjord's gorgeous eyes and feeling the way the beard brushed against his skin - not to mention the heat from that mouth taking him in and playing with him for what feels like hours. The teasing was making him laugh at first and soon turned to begging, loving the way we was so near completion and then pulled back down again.
His red eyes are half-closed, mouth open in heavy breaths and love written on his features. Curls of plum hair is stuck to his skin, and sometimes that tongue slips out to wet his lips and entice his lover in one. ]
Gods, Fjord... please, love...
[ He's getting close again, arching his head back and tightening his tail around that pretty ass. ]
[ He doesn't mean to get hard, fully intending on ignoring his own need today in the wake of everything Molly went through last night, but it's impossible not to when Molly's a moaning, writhing mess, desperate to come like the most gorgeous wet dream brought to life.
Molly's been teased enough, he decides, hearing that Infernal. He doesn't need a translator as to the meaning, hollowing out his cheeks as he takes as much of that burning shaft as possible and swallowing around the crown, fisting the remaining inches to coax him to completion. His throat works in rippling squeezes, quickening his pace to match the erratic flinching of blushing hips, and he hums happily, satisfied to be the one who gets to give him this. ]
[ After being edged for so long, it barely takes a heartbeat to be there again, and this time Fjord continues to suck him, swallowing him in and making those sinful humming sounds that he can feel vibrate through his body. With a gasp and another infernal word, Molly comes into that wonderful, wonderful mouth, hips making slight, aborted motions as his head is flooded with pleasure and he sinks into the mattress like his strings were cut.
[ It's heartening to know he can swallow a load and not cough anymore, getting better at his own technique for that (a little like gulping down ale, tasting less and drinking more). He wipes up the spill down his chin and feels inordinately proud of not really losing a drop, mouthing at a navel as Molly's hips roll in the aftermath, petting all over those thighs and hips. Fjord wraps Molly up in his arms and rolls onto his side, cuddling him close as he pulls the blankets back around him to ensure there's a soft wall behind and his own heat in front to bake his exhausted tiefling back to full health.
It's more than a little adorable, seeing Molly bonelessly happy. ]
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[ The tray is slid to the floor as he steadies Molly, tidying up that messy hair by flopping it backwards over his horns. It looks weird from this angle but it lets him see more of Molly's face instead of tangled curls. ]
They're important to you, right? So, they're important to me. It's not silly to me if something I do can make you happy.
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I appreciate it. The boots and the coat are honestly what's most sentimental to me when it comes to things. The coat used to be Gustav's old ringmaster one, I fell in love with it when I came to the carnival because all the colors made me focus. I added to it later, of course. Made it my own.
[ He's getting up there in tiefling temperature again, which is a good thing, so he slinks out of his blanket burrito and then leaves himself naked on top of the half-orc. ]
Most people think it's the jewels, but they're all fake crap.
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They're already dating but, you know.Green hands skim up Molly's waist and follow the flare of hips, petting down his thighs and sweeping up his back to hug him close. ]Coat and boots, noted. [ He gives a glance to the jewellery on the bedside table, specifically the lavender shell now glazed and gleaming in the sunshine. ] I'm glad you like what I got you, too.
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I'm thinking I'll try out a nautical style. I seem to be drawn to green seaglass.
[ He gives Fjord a soft kiss before crooking his head to bury his face in the half-orc's neck, happy to see that his horns just gently frame green cheeks as he does. ]
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[ Rolling Molly over is no huge feat with the tiefling putty in his lap, buried out of sight as he is, so Fjord covers him with his body where Molly falls, lifting his head to kiss him firmly. Once, twice ... losing himself in the kisses a little as he soaks up the lovely naked skin that invites him to touch every inch. ]
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Mm... I could do this all day.
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[ They did wake up early, after all. What harm can there be in feeling his way down to pet the soft inside of a thigh, back and forth? Surely none. ]
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A couple of hours is more than enough.
[ For cuddling, kissing and maybe even some lazy, soft morning sex. That hand on an inner thigh has him spreading his leg open a bit, smirking against Fjord's lips. ]
Insatiable.
[ Both of them. ]
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[ Tickling his way to a knee now!! That's what you get. ]
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[ Pants are super optional in his bedroom. ]
...and I was not complaining in the least.
[ That tickling makes him squirm, laughing again and slipping his tail out from underneath him to smack Fjord's ass. ]
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[ He swats that tail (one true nemesis, there's an enemies-to-lovers story there somewhere) and settles between long legs, letting Molly spread himself out like the decadent brat he is with Fjord draped on top. He spoils him in the wake of the midnight attack, dragging his mouth in hot open-mouthed kisses across shoulders and down a chest, just to keep touching him. ]
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Molly happily spreads out, stretching and arching his body to really overtake the bed as much as he can. Then Fjord starts wandering kisses and the tiefling gives a pleased sigh, burying one hand in that nice hair and looking down at Fjord with a look of an emperor on his throne, demanding fealty.
...and more kisses. ]
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Let's end this vacation with some good memories, shall we?
[ First over the main scar in the centre of Molly's chest, that gets a sucking lovebite until the lavender skin is blushing pinker with blood, then it's on to the smooth, faint bruise of the harpoon's impact site, grazing with his tusks to leave his own marks there in fine lines, licking the pink scratches better. He wants to try and override one memory with another, tracing his name with the tip of his tongue over smooth skin. ]
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Leaving things better than they were. ]
Oh, love...
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Seems like we're all good here. Should I move on to purpler pastures?
[ Scritching his beard down a navel, he dips his tongue into a belly-button and continues south, gently sucking and nipping at the impossibly softer skin right above Molly's cock. ]
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[ He will adore those love bites for as long as they last. A reminder that he's loved and that he's alive.
The suggestion to move to purpler pastures has him laughing a little, shamelessly spreading his legs wide for Fjord. The tongue at his navel makes Molly snicker again, even if it feels quite nice. Even nicer is the mouth underneath it, so close to his hardening cock yet perfect to tease the light dusting of violet hair.
Molly is the perfect pillow princess, happily running one leg down Fjord's side. ]
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[ Hopefully he can sweep bad experiences under the carpet with the host of far better ones since they arrived, nuzzling the scruff of his beard lightly along that cock and down against warm balls, laving a wet stripe right up the underside of a hardening erection. Sliding the leg around his middle higher he drapes it over his shoulder and leaves messy kisses along a thigh, only briefly before returning to cover a shaft in the soft, lazy attention of his mouth, sucking his way to the tip in between every other word. ]
You were so beautiful under the waves, baby.
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[ He smiles, red eyes full of soft happiness. That was a good memory of the sea, floating around in the sun-dappled water like a merman. ]
I still love it, Fjord. It's part of you, it's gorgeous.
[ Getting speared didn't change that, because it was Fjord's element and he wanted to share that with him. Just like they were sharing right now, the half-orc drawing heated breaths from Molly as he watches his lover lazily pleasure him. ]
Ah... gods, you're so good at this.
[ His voice is shaky as Fjord sucks him into his mouth, breaking a moan out of the tiefling and makes his body quake under that touch. The half-orc was definitely a service top of the highest quality. ]
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With his head buried in and going to work on Molly's crotch, hemmed in at the head with thighs, Fjord is more in his element here than he ever is in the ocean. He needs this closeness just as much as he wants to offer it. ]
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He closes his legs a little around Fjord's head, supporting him as he's trying to not push his hips up, wanting to draw this out for as long as the half-orc feels like. ]
Oh, Fjord, baby I'm yours...
[ He technically said 'I love you' earlier, even if it was a bit of work-around, but he meant it. Molly understands why he was so terrified of his feelings before, and how right he feels right here. Where he belongs. ]
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His red eyes are half-closed, mouth open in heavy breaths and love written on his features. Curls of plum hair is stuck to his skin, and sometimes that tongue slips out to wet his lips and entice his lover in one. ]
Gods, Fjord... please, love...
[ He's getting close again, arching his head back and tightening his tail around that pretty ass. ]
I love you, I love you,
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Molly's been teased enough, he decides, hearing that Infernal. He doesn't need a translator as to the meaning, hollowing out his cheeks as he takes as much of that burning shaft as possible and swallowing around the crown, fisting the remaining inches to coax him to completion. His throat works in rippling squeezes, quickening his pace to match the erratic flinching of blushing hips, and he hums happily, satisfied to be the one who gets to give him this. ]
Mmm ...
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He'll bbl, brain is swimming in happy. ]
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It's more than a little adorable, seeing Molly bonelessly happy. ]
There you go, sweetheart, you were perfect ...
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