[ Spluttering with laughter as he's half-pulled, half-crawling onto the bed, he grabs one of those pillows to throw at the door and shut it from ear-wigging housemates. Molly has to deal with being wrestled to the bed and out of his remaining clothes in between those sweet, sloppy kisses. ]
I did promise that, didn't I? Must have slipped my mind.
[ More like he's too nice to bring stuff like that up. ]
[ He laughs again, helping to remove his own clothes and pulling hungrily on Fjord's. This is wonderful-the press of the tusks against his lips, the taste, everything about it. He also likes kissing Fjord's skin in general, happily letting his mouth wander down a neck.
He proudly gives a big lovebite there, just above the turtleneck of his underarmor for everyone to see - because he's a bastard.
Molly does find a problem with all of this, though... Fjord is too heavy for him to roll over. (Damn that 10 STR). Instead he goes for the tickle approach, wiggling his fingers against those sides to 'weaken' him. ]
[ Being outright physically stronger than someone for once is such a weird experience but he's whole-heartedly into it, only going down once tickles overwhelm his ability to avoid those hands and he yelps as he hits the blankets. ]
Cheater!
[ Clothes go flying and kisses are used as weapons to try and weaken each other, a valiant attempt made by Fjord as he hooks a leg around Molly to try and roll them again, nibbling his way as far up a neck as he can get with a horn in the way. ]
[ Enjoying his ill-gotten victory upon Mt. Fjord, Molly tugs his shirt over his head. The bruise completely gone now and his skin hot again, showing that he's definitely himself once more. He laughs at the tickling kisses and revels in the 'accusation' of being a cheater.
Of course that means he's flipped over again, laughing and dragging his fingers up the half-orc's back, tilting his head to give more access to his neck without the horn protecting it as much. ]
[ He gives him one of those playful shoves to get Molly on his side and settle in behind him, two layers of loosened fabric all that keeps their skin apart as Fjord opens his mouth on the curve of a shoulder and reaches down to knead the front of Molly's pants, seeking out the line of his cock to stroke in firm, steady passes. Fjord drags him backwards by the arm around Molly's chest underneath, hugging him close as heat is poured against his back by a broad chest and his ass is cradled on Fjord's lap, seated on a hardening erection so he can feel the effect he has. ]
Moving your stuff into my room the first night back? That's hot.
[ Molly briefly gives up on the game of 'who's on top', loving the feeling on Fjord against him like that. A warm and a comfortable weight against his back, hands moving to touch him and that feeling of his mouth against his skin. It's wonderful and it melts a little of Molly's determination to have that dick in his mouth.
...especially when that hand comes to cup and stroke him through those ridiculously tight pants, the fabric leaving very little to imagination as his hardness presses against it. Molly makes a soft sound of pleasure, happily lifting his tail a bit so that the half-orc had more space to lean that pretty cock. ]
Mm... how could I not? [ Molly says with an amused (and fond) smile. ] Beau threatened to punch me in the nuts if she ever saw my bare ass again.
[ He finds the tendon on Molly's neck and works it with his tusks, grazing and nipping with the wet brush of his lips soothing each pink line. Fjord could spend so long just on foreplay like this, cuddled in close as he touches Molly in a host of ways, slotting the line of his dick against the indented seat of those flamboyantly tight trousers to be ridden. ]
Gods though, don't mention Beau in bed if you want me hard.
[ He snorts at that, but it is quickly replaced by a small moan at the feeling of tusks against his neck. Fjord learned quickly what his weaknesses were and that was both wonderful and dangerous. It creates a floating, perfect feeling of lust and affection that he adores.
Speaking of things he adores, Mollymauk wiggles his hips a bit, rubbing back against that nice hard line against his ass and loving the way it feel against him, hot and heavy. A promise of what to come. ]
It seems plenty hard to me, love.
[ ...but yeah, no. he's not gonna mention Beau any more in bed. For everyone's sake. ]
[ Molly's already on fire again, a sign he's physically recovered as he warms up Fjord like a open hearth. Kisses rain down that shoulder and he lets up on the nibbling for a moment as he checks to make sure, ]
You sure you're feeling alright? We don't have to do anything if you don't want to.
[ As much as he loves slipping his hand under the hem of those pants to feel the hot line of him in his palm, Fjord's voice softens. ]
[ He smiles at that, heart taking an extra flop in his chest. They were right in the middle of fun time and Fjord still cared to ask, a little checkup that makes Molly even more besotted in this sweet green man. ]
I never do anything I don't want to, Fjord.
[ He says, needing him to know this. Molly might be a bit of a slut, but it was all on his terms. If Molly didn't want to do something, he didn't. Even if he changed his mind in the middle of sex. ]
I might not be physically up to riding you wildly through the night, but I want this. Us.
[ That gives him full license to rise up on his arms and knees, pushing the tiefling a little roughly onto his back (since Molly liked it earlier) and kissing him with a hunger that burns through his veins every place their bodies touch, chests aligned and Fjord's free hand running up to cradle the back of a horned head, pinning him a to the blankets with a roll of his hips that drags their trapped cocks together. ]
[ Molly is pushed on his back and he bares his fangs in a mock-hiss before meeting that kiss just as hungrily as Fjord. He is so desperate for Fjord's touch, even after so many times they've done this, and that is so different from how he lived his life before.
It's comfortable and hot at the same time, just like the weight above him and the fingers on his skin, coming to a nice hold while those hips push against his, slotting them together perfectly over both erections that has the tiefling's sound of pleasure flow through the room. ]
Oh, yes, love... that feels so good!
[ He says between kisses and more of those cheeky love bites, adoring the way the little bruises differ from lighter green and darker green depending on where he puts them. ]
[ Littered with love-bites that have him twitching in his breeches, his grin meets that moan and he grinds down in a slow roll to eke out more of the same. ]
You like that, baby? Stay right there, just like that ...
[ He's on a sneaky mission to peel Molly out of those pants and slide down his body, kiss by kiss, to nuzzle the faint line of purple hairs leading down to his cock. Have the tables turned? He'll see how far he can get (Fjord figures he wins either way). ]
[ How can he not indulge Fjord when the half-orc is making him feel so nice? The grind is wonderful, and so is the travel down his body, pants tossed off and the heat of their bodies drawing little sighs and soft moans out of him.
Then Fjord is nuzzling at his happy trail and Molly chuckles, red eyes meeting his lover's. ]
Cheeky bastard.
[ He says fondly, tail slipping out from underneath him to curve slightly around that back.The tables may have turned, but not for long. ]
Honey, [ ooo, he's a cocky cowboy again, smirking up as his tusk catches the hem of those pants, ] if you keep on insultin' me, I'm gonna haul ass outta here and I don't mean the bare-naked kind.
[ His eyes sparkle with humour as he tugs down those pants, starting the long process of trying to peel the damn things off those lovely legs. ]
[ Oh-ho? Molly smirks, looking down at Fjord. He loves this playful part of the half-orc and wiggles his hips a little bit to help with those overly tight pants - and tease right back. ]
My apologies, darling. Maybe I should show you how utterly appreciated you are...
[ There's some circus-level of bending there to help get his pants off completely, definitely naked underneath as usual. ]
See how hard you get me just with a few touches? How my heart beats faster when you're near, and how I love the feeling of your arms around me, your pulse under my fingertips? How your presence makes me feel safe, and how your eyes on me reminds me that I really am alive and here to be with you?
[ Molly smiles, burying his hands in pretty black hair. ]
[ The accent dies as fast as it came, Fjord throwing two pairs of pants over his shoulders in time to nuzzle those thighs, those hips, mouthing his way to the base of a cock before he starts to pay more attention to the things Molly is saying. Fjord may as well have tried reading tarot, he's about as talented at it as flirting; Molly excels in both, wrapping a wreath of roses around his heart with a few hushed truths and a boundless smile. ]
You smooth bastard.
[ Shaking his head, he abandons his plans to be a tease and crawls back up to kiss him soundly like he just can't help it, it's where he wants to be. There's a lot to be said just for feeling Molly's body pressed up against his own and it only makes it all the better, drifting in a hedonistic daze with eyes closed as they kiss, to take them both in-hand and stroke that hot erection alongside his own, moaning around a forked tongue. ]
[ Molly laughs again, bright and happy as Fjord moves up to capture him in a kiss so full of sweet emotions, sliding his forked tongue against Fjord's broader one with a pleased sigh. He groans softly into that mouth as they press together and the half-orc starts rocking them in hand, loving the feeling of their hot flesh sliding together with the help of some precome and clever movements. ]
Your bastard.
[ He says against those hungry lips, heated and fond at the same time. ]
[ A brow arches as he breaks the kisses long enough to ask — ]
Whose, again? What was that, Molly?
[ — while twisting his fist around the heads of their cocks, steadying his own breathing out of sheer determination as he keeps his gaze on Molly. Slow, tight friction, slick only with precome and sweat. ]
[ That twist has him unable to say anything for a breath or two, body quivering underneath Fjord's. It's slow, teasing and wonderful, so Molly can't help rocking down a little to help with that slide. ]
[ He almost loses his breath with Molly, finding it catches in his throat as he watches him shiver with pleasure. A glance down the length of that beautifully arched body has him twitching in the hand encircling their cocks, attention flicking back with the rasp of Infernal filling the air, inflaming his already full chest with more emotion than he knows what to do with.
That might be why he leans down to steal a kiss and answer in the far less caustic, yet low growl of Orcish, ]
[ Infernal is an interesting mix of hissing words, snaps and shrieks but also purring, soft and alluring sounds when spoken by more carnal fiends. Molly's was a mix of both, and while the fiendish language has no real words for love, he creates it. Swearing his all to Fjord and not requiring anything in return. No deals, no promises. Just him, and no payment expected.
Meanwhile, Orcish is a rumble in Fjord's chest, a vibration of harsh but flowing words that he doesn't understand by happily accepts as they kiss, adoring the way they move together like this. ]
[ Molly isn't ready for a real romp and Fjord is worked up enough by the emotional overhaul that he won't last much longer, the signs of it in the flush of his cheeks and throat, love-bites from sharp teeth growing darker as blood pounds through his veins with a heated urgency.
He hisses Molly's name, tipping his head back on a breathless moan as his hand flies over two shafts and squeezes as it goes. ]
[ He smiles again against those tusks, his whole body heated from their movements and so hungry for his lover. Molly's own blood is rushing in his ears, hips pushing against Fjord's as he strokes them.
It seems he has 'escaped' a blowjob again, but Mollymauk is slowly figuring it his lover out. Fjord wanted to give more than take, wanted to show his love and appreciation, and who is he to not adore that kind of love language? Taking seems to be a special mindset, just like when he was asked to fuck the half-orc, and as long as Fjord was happy, so was Molly.
Heart impossibly full, he gasps as that big hand squeezes, hands grabbing on to shoulders. ]
[ The prick of nails in his shoulders has him choking back a snarl as he ducks his head, coming hard into his own fist. He makes a mess, which he knew he would, but it feels incredible with Molly hard against him, the tiefling so beautiful as Fjord's uncoordinated kisses land on cheeks and a jaw, falling down a neck with each wave of pleasure, that it runs deep in his bones how much he loves him.
Those might be the endorphins talking in the moment, but the sentiment always remains later. ]
Molly, fuck ... !
[ It's impossible to stop moving against him, come smearing between their bodies as he uses his own release to milk Molly's free next. His lips brush along a cheek, catching on a throaty murmur. ]
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I did promise that, didn't I? Must have slipped my mind.
[ More like he's too nice to bring stuff like that up. ]
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He proudly gives a big lovebite there, just above the turtleneck of his underarmor for everyone to see - because he's a bastard.
Molly does find a problem with all of this, though... Fjord is too heavy for him to roll over. (Damn that 10 STR). Instead he goes for the tickle approach, wiggling his fingers against those sides to 'weaken' him. ]
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Cheater!
[ Clothes go flying and kisses are used as weapons to try and weaken each other, a valiant attempt made by Fjord as he hooks a leg around Molly to try and roll them again, nibbling his way as far up a neck as he can get with a horn in the way. ]
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Of course that means he's flipped over again, laughing and dragging his fingers up the half-orc's back, tilting his head to give more access to his neck without the horn protecting it as much. ]
Such a brute, throwing me around.
[ Like it isn't the hottest damn thing. ]
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[ He gives him one of those playful shoves to get Molly on his side and settle in behind him, two layers of loosened fabric all that keeps their skin apart as Fjord opens his mouth on the curve of a shoulder and reaches down to knead the front of Molly's pants, seeking out the line of his cock to stroke in firm, steady passes. Fjord drags him backwards by the arm around Molly's chest underneath, hugging him close as heat is poured against his back by a broad chest and his ass is cradled on Fjord's lap, seated on a hardening erection so he can feel the effect he has. ]
Moving your stuff into my room the first night back? That's hot.
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...especially when that hand comes to cup and stroke him through those ridiculously tight pants, the fabric leaving very little to imagination as his hardness presses against it. Molly makes a soft sound of pleasure, happily lifting his tail a bit so that the half-orc had more space to lean that pretty cock. ]
Mm... how could I not? [ Molly says with an amused (and fond) smile. ] Beau threatened to punch me in the nuts if she ever saw my bare ass again.
[ Like that wasn't just a bonus. ]
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[ He finds the tendon on Molly's neck and works it with his tusks, grazing and nipping with the wet brush of his lips soothing each pink line. Fjord could spend so long just on foreplay like this, cuddled in close as he touches Molly in a host of ways, slotting the line of his dick against the indented seat of those flamboyantly tight trousers to be ridden. ]
Gods though, don't mention Beau in bed if you want me hard.
[ SISTER MATERIAL. ]
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Speaking of things he adores, Mollymauk wiggles his hips a bit, rubbing back against that nice hard line against his ass and loving the way it feel against him, hot and heavy. A promise of what to come. ]
It seems plenty hard to me, love.
[ ...but yeah, no. he's not gonna mention Beau any more in bed. For everyone's sake. ]
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You sure you're feeling alright? We don't have to do anything if you don't want to.
[ As much as he loves slipping his hand under the hem of those pants to feel the hot line of him in his palm, Fjord's voice softens. ]
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I never do anything I don't want to, Fjord.
[ He says, needing him to know this. Molly might be a bit of a slut, but it was all on his terms. If Molly didn't want to do something, he didn't. Even if he changed his mind in the middle of sex. ]
I might not be physically up to riding you wildly through the night, but I want this. Us.
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[ That gives him full license to rise up on his arms and knees, pushing the tiefling a little roughly onto his back (since Molly liked it earlier) and kissing him with a hunger that burns through his veins every place their bodies touch, chests aligned and Fjord's free hand running up to cradle the back of a horned head, pinning him a to the blankets with a roll of his hips that drags their trapped cocks together. ]
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It's comfortable and hot at the same time, just like the weight above him and the fingers on his skin, coming to a nice hold while those hips push against his, slotting them together perfectly over both erections that has the tiefling's sound of pleasure flow through the room. ]
Oh, yes, love... that feels so good!
[ He says between kisses and more of those cheeky love bites, adoring the way the little bruises differ from lighter green and darker green depending on where he puts them. ]
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You like that, baby? Stay right there, just like that ...
[ He's on a sneaky mission to peel Molly out of those pants and slide down his body, kiss by kiss, to nuzzle the faint line of purple hairs leading down to his cock. Have the tables turned? He'll see how far he can get (Fjord figures he wins either way). ]
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Then Fjord is nuzzling at his happy trail and Molly chuckles, red eyes meeting his lover's. ]
Cheeky bastard.
[ He says fondly, tail slipping out from underneath him to curve slightly around that back.The tables may have turned, but not for long. ]
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[ His eyes sparkle with humour as he tugs down those pants, starting the long process of trying to peel the damn things off those lovely legs. ]
Sure ain't feelin' too appreciated right now.
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My apologies, darling. Maybe I should show you how utterly appreciated you are...
[ There's some circus-level of bending there to help get his pants off completely, definitely naked underneath as usual. ]
See how hard you get me just with a few touches? How my heart beats faster when you're near, and how I love the feeling of your arms around me, your pulse under my fingertips? How your presence makes me feel safe, and how your eyes on me reminds me that I really am alive and here to be with you?
[ Molly smiles, burying his hands in pretty black hair. ]
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You smooth bastard.
[ Shaking his head, he abandons his plans to be a tease and crawls back up to kiss him soundly like he just can't help it, it's where he wants to be. There's a lot to be said just for feeling Molly's body pressed up against his own and it only makes it all the better, drifting in a hedonistic daze with eyes closed as they kiss, to take them both in-hand and stroke that hot erection alongside his own, moaning around a forked tongue. ]
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Your bastard.
[ He says against those hungry lips, heated and fond at the same time. ]
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Whose, again? What was that, Molly?
[ — while twisting his fist around the heads of their cocks, steadying his own breathing out of sheer determination as he keeps his gaze on Molly. Slow, tight friction, slick only with precome and sweat. ]
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[ That twist has him unable to say anything for a breath or two, body quivering underneath Fjord's. It's slow, teasing and wonderful, so Molly can't help rocking down a little to help with that slide. ]
Mm... yours. I am yours.
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That might be why he leans down to steal a kiss and answer in the far less caustic, yet low growl of Orcish, ]
Uluk zo, tor. Izub shok, vajolk dil-ghaamul Mollymauk. Dolpan-dorashak.
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Meanwhile, Orcish is a rumble in Fjord's chest, a vibration of harsh but flowing words that he doesn't understand by happily accepts as they kiss, adoring the way they move together like this. ]
I love you.
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He hisses Molly's name, tipping his head back on a breathless moan as his hand flies over two shafts and squeezes as it goes. ]
Close ...
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[ He smiles again against those tusks, his whole body heated from their movements and so hungry for his lover. Molly's own blood is rushing in his ears, hips pushing against Fjord's as he strokes them.
It seems he has 'escaped' a blowjob again, but Mollymauk is slowly figuring it his lover out. Fjord wanted to give more than take, wanted to show his love and appreciation, and who is he to not adore that kind of love language? Taking seems to be a special mindset, just like when he was asked to fuck the half-orc, and as long as Fjord was happy, so was Molly.
Heart impossibly full, he gasps as that big hand squeezes, hands grabbing on to shoulders. ]
Me too, gods...
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Those might be the endorphins talking in the moment, but the sentiment always remains later. ]
Molly, fuck ... !
[ It's impossible to stop moving against him, come smearing between their bodies as he uses his own release to milk Molly's free next. His lips brush along a cheek, catching on a throaty murmur. ]
Come for me, baby, let me feel it.
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