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. ]
[ Molly nuzzles in against that nice, warm chest with a content sigh, feeling like there wasn't a problem in the world, just Fjord and him all alone with all the time they wanted. He places a kiss between those lovely pecs, boneless and smiling.
It was almost weird to be so happy all the time. ]
You have to let me do that for you tonight. [ He says, yawning into green skin. ] I've wanted you in my mouth since the first time we kissed.
[ As if it's a secret he kisses into Molly's hair and stage-whispers, ] I like being good to you.
[ Tucking him in, he smiles contentedly and plays with the spill of plum-dark hair down a nape. ]
You won't get any arguments from me. [ Smooch. Why can't he stop kissing parts of this irascible tiefling? It makes him so happy, being openly affectionate about how much he wants him. A lack of fear over rejection is a heady feeling. ] I love you too, Molls.
[ It makes him chuckle a little, leaning closer so that he's can steal as much of that body heat as he's physically able. This is weird and fast and so good, and Molly wants to feel this way forever.
His tail curls around Fjord's legs and he grins as the palalock says such beautiful words to him. Words that had scared him away before but are now feeling more like coming home.
...he could nap here, it's wonderful and warm and smells like Fjord. Then again, they should probably get going eventually. ]
[ Probably creeping toward that time but it isn't roasting hot just yet, there's no need to rush when Jester is enjoying her last morning with her mother and everyone else is reluctant to get going, grateful for the excuse to linger. Much like Fjord's fingers do, trailing up and down Molly's back from neck to tail. ]
Anything you want to grab from the markets and shops before we head back north?
[ He scoots up for a kiss, smiling as he looks into those pretty cat-like eyes. His spine arches to follow that hand, loving how it travels all down his body, tail raising to coax some pets as well. (Greedy thing.) ]
Hmm, I think Jester wants more of those tarts she loves, we should get that. Does Yasha have time to see the flower babies?
[ The flower nursery. ]
Oh, Caleb's out of diamond dust but he's pretending he isn't.
[ How Molly knows all that is beyond Fjord but he takes it on board all the same, petting over the ridges on that greedy tail so it doesn't feel left out. Next time he'll be sure to get some sexy tailplay in to drive Molly wild. ]
Do you want to go out to do any of that or would you prefer to stay indoors with Marion? I'm sure she'd be glad for the company, if you're worn out.
[ He makes a content sound, tail flicking back and forth in happy amusement. ]
Baby, you just sucked the soul out of my dick and it hasn't returned yet. I think I'll sit in.
[ Not just because of that, of course, but he doesn't quite want to admit that he's still a little tired and weak. Plus talking to Marion for a while might be nice - he wanted to know a bit about that biting thing, after all, and why Fjord feeling up his tail was almost enough to make him come by itself. ]
I'll get dressed and wash up a bit in a moment. I'm too comfortable right now.
Glad to oblige. [ His ego is soaring right now, brushing through Molly's hair. ] Take a nap, you deserve it.
[ They're near enough to other docks that the singing of other sailors loading their cargo filters through the closed window. Fjord hums their song, murmuring it into purple curls. It's a lovely morning of lounging together in luxury, something they won't have for who knows how long after this, so he lets himself enjoy it despite what happened last night and what it could mean. ]
[ Molly smiles as he dozes, enjoying the sound of Fjord's voice as the half-orc hums some kind of sea shanty into his curls, the warm breath soothing against his scalp. It's cute, he feels so utterly spoiled.
He eventually falls asleep completely, and will sleep for a few hours more if not woken. ]
[ Fjord remains where he is for a half-hour, then carefully extricates himself and leaves a kiss on Molly's head, a flower beside him on the other pillow, and sneakily steals the oil for his boots as he creeps out. With Molly cosily tucked in to catch up on the sleep he needs, Fjord heads down to sit on the back porch of Marion's private wing, rubbing the oil into abused boots so they don't crack from the sunshine once dry. The Nein are mostly awake by now, returning and heading out for bits and pieces while the morning is theirs.
Fjord takes a walk with Caleb, the Wizard left alone to find some extra magical parchments while Veth is saying goodbye to her family. They sip black coffee on the wharf and in the little craft shops they stop in to find different coloured inks, Fjord finds a cute little jewellery-making kit of multicoloured glass beads that reminds him of Molly, prettily enclosed in a hand-held trunk, the memory of Molly dismissing his own jewellery coming to mind as his gaze drifts to a more expensive version including real gems, tiny rubies and emeralds, little sapphires: it runs up the price by ten times as much but since the gemstones aren't magical it's not enough to break the bank. He dithers as Caleb haggles at the desk, then picks up the tiny trunk with the real stones.
It's just a gift. He gets their other friends knick-knacks all the time. Doughnuts count, right?
Fjord buys it and once they're back at the Chateau hides it in his cloak, spending the early afternoon chatting with Marion, the Nein describing the Xhorhaus in detail for her to imagine. She tentatively accepts an invitation to dinner, as long as Caleb can transport her back to the Chateau the same night, and that's a plan for the future which elates Jester beyond the telling. Something she desperately needs to look forward to in the months to come. Fjord catches Beau mooning over the blue tiefling spinning around with joy and gains a scowl for his trouble, grinning back.
Fried shrimp is on the menu for lunch in the main tavern and he debates going upstairs to find Molly to see if he's hungry. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
Leaving things better than they were. ]
Oh, love...
no subject
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. ]
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
[ 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.
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
no subject
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,
no subject
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 ...
no subject
He'll bbl, brain is swimming in happy. ]
no subject
It's more than a little adorable, seeing Molly bonelessly happy. ]
There you go, sweetheart, you were perfect ...
no subject
[ Molly nuzzles in against that nice, warm chest with a content sigh, feeling like there wasn't a problem in the world, just Fjord and him all alone with all the time they wanted. He places a kiss between those lovely pecs, boneless and smiling.
It was almost weird to be so happy all the time. ]
You have to let me do that for you tonight. [ He says, yawning into green skin. ] I've wanted you in my mouth since the first time we kissed.
no subject
[ Tucking him in, he smiles contentedly and plays with the spill of plum-dark hair down a nape. ]
You won't get any arguments from me. [ Smooch. Why can't he stop kissing parts of this irascible tiefling? It makes him so happy, being openly affectionate about how much he wants him. A lack of fear over rejection is a heady feeling. ] I love you too, Molls.
no subject
His tail curls around Fjord's legs and he grins as the palalock says such beautiful words to him. Words that had scared him away before but are now feeling more like coming home.
...he could nap here, it's wonderful and warm and smells like Fjord. Then again, they should probably get going eventually. ]
Mm... what time is it?
no subject
[ Probably creeping toward that time but it isn't roasting hot just yet, there's no need to rush when Jester is enjoying her last morning with her mother and everyone else is reluctant to get going, grateful for the excuse to linger. Much like Fjord's fingers do, trailing up and down Molly's back from neck to tail. ]
Anything you want to grab from the markets and shops before we head back north?
no subject
Hmm, I think Jester wants more of those tarts she loves, we should get that. Does Yasha have time to see the flower babies?
[ The flower nursery. ]
Oh, Caleb's out of diamond dust but he's pretending he isn't.
no subject
Do you want to go out to do any of that or would you prefer to stay indoors with Marion? I'm sure she'd be glad for the company, if you're worn out.
[ Eyyy. Not even from the fish people. ]
no subject
Baby, you just sucked the soul out of my dick and it hasn't returned yet. I think I'll sit in.
[ Not just because of that, of course, but he doesn't quite want to admit that he's still a little tired and weak. Plus talking to Marion for a while might be nice - he wanted to know a bit about that biting thing, after all, and why Fjord feeling up his tail was almost enough to make him come by itself. ]
I'll get dressed and wash up a bit in a moment. I'm too comfortable right now.
no subject
[ They're near enough to other docks that the singing of other sailors loading their cargo filters through the closed window. Fjord hums their song, murmuring it into purple curls. It's a lovely morning of lounging together in luxury, something they won't have for who knows how long after this, so he lets himself enjoy it despite what happened last night and what it could mean. ]
no subject
He eventually falls asleep completely, and will sleep for a few hours more if not woken. ]
no subject
Fjord takes a walk with Caleb, the Wizard left alone to find some extra magical parchments while Veth is saying goodbye to her family. They sip black coffee on the wharf and in the little craft shops they stop in to find different coloured inks, Fjord finds a cute little jewellery-making kit of multicoloured glass beads that reminds him of Molly, prettily enclosed in a hand-held trunk, the memory of Molly dismissing his own jewellery coming to mind as his gaze drifts to a more expensive version including real gems, tiny rubies and emeralds, little sapphires: it runs up the price by ten times as much but since the gemstones aren't magical it's not enough to break the bank. He dithers as Caleb haggles at the desk, then picks up the tiny trunk with the real stones.
It's just a gift. He gets their other friends knick-knacks all the time. Doughnuts count, right?
Fjord buys it and once they're back at the Chateau hides it in his cloak, spending the early afternoon chatting with Marion, the Nein describing the Xhorhaus in detail for her to imagine. She tentatively accepts an invitation to dinner, as long as Caleb can transport her back to the Chateau the same night, and that's a plan for the future which elates Jester beyond the telling. Something she desperately needs to look forward to in the months to come. Fjord catches Beau mooning over the blue tiefling spinning around with joy and gains a scowl for his trouble, grinning back.
Fried shrimp is on the menu for lunch in the main tavern and he debates going upstairs to find Molly to see if he's hungry. ]
(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)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...