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. ]
[ The way Fjord comes is far too hot and Molly holds him closer, desperately chasing his own orgasm in that big hand. It's so slick and perfect now that it only takes a few more slides against each other and Fjord's rumbly voice coaxing him for Molly to come with a keen of pleasure and nails digging in a bit again.
(...he may have trimmed them a bit to not leave welts.)
It's an absolute mess between them, but Molly is disgusting and revels in it, lax and loose in the bed and with a dreamy smile on his face. ]
[ Fjord absolutely lives for the way Molly cries his name when he comes, jerking him off through the rising and waning tides of pleasure until they're both a panting mess in a big sticky, sweaty heap of their own making. He lets a breathy laugh escape against a neck, sliding his hand up between them to smear their come in a mindless swirl, painting lovely lavender skin with it. ]
[ He stretches out underneath Fjord, smiling as he feels wet fingers on his skin. Just another way to smell like Fjord until they cleaned up, and it makes him chuckle. Molly is so lax and boneless after that orgasm that he feels like he could melt into the bed. ]
[ Humming his way into a comfortable nestle in the crook of Molly's shoulder, he lets his weight go lax at his side and dozes for a few minutes in the warm afterglow, no impending second orgasm on the horizon when his head tells his body that his mate is too tired for more. The peace doesn't last too long since Fjord's bedroom isn't the warmest and soon the hot slick of their come starts to turn tacky, making him wrinkle his nose and raise his head. ]
Hold on, I'll find a rag ...
[ There's a wash-basin on a cabinet by one of the windows that he creakily rolls out of bed to walk over to, wiping himself down with minimal care. It's a different story when he brings the rag over and perches on the bed, swiping mindfully at Molly's body and following the valleys of his hips. ]
I think this is a scene from Tusk Love, the heroine cleaning up her tall, dark, strong lover. I'm also all a-flutter.
[ Molly makes a softly content noises as Fjord cuddles onto him and is more than happy to doze for a few minutes. When the warm 'blanket' moves, the tiefling whines in protest but knows it's necessary if they're going to have a nice sleep. (Plus he can look at Fjord's ass as the man goes over to the wash-basin and wipes himself off.)
Why Molly expected Fjord to just toss him a rag for himself he'll never know, because of course he half-orc returns, spoiling him so nicely. Gods, how he loves those hands on hiss kin, in any kind of situation.
At the comment, he laughs and tries to square up like he's Fjord-sized, but the gymnast build - while strong and a lot of wiry muscles - does not make anything bulge as nicely as on his lover. ]
Sweet innocent merchant's daughter you are not, but you certainly are a pretty one.
[ He's read like three words of that book but Jester has quoted it enough for him to pretty much get the idea. ]
Oh, be careful not to crush me with those rippling, glistening muscles, [ the twee voice gains a rough snort before he hitches it back up again, yanking the covers over them as he settles in on his side to better to see Molly, ] my father will know I am spoiled and may not be wed tomorrow if you leave such powerful bruises!
[ Hasn't personally read Tusk Love either, but boy has he heard enough read aloud by their friends too. ]
I will be as gentle as I can, sweet Guinevere! I will not leave one bruise upon your voluptuous, fair-skinned body, even though my longing for you is so hard.
[ He can't stop giggling, both at the ridiculous quotes, Fjord's voice and how nice it was to just be a dumb asshole with his asshole friend in between touches so sweet that it might not fit in a novel, but were certainly far more real. ]
Certainly no love could ever spoil you, my darling, for your father does not own your shivering, vulnerable body...
Shivering and vulnerable make me think of a wet dog, I have no idea how that's supposed to be sexy. Maybe you should write some cheap smut and get rich off that.
[ He faffs around, finding his favourite fur to tuck them in with. Once they're flopped out and comfortable, he brushes some of Molly's hair behind an ear which is a feat when he can't really see what his hand is doing, but the fur is pulled up far enough to meet the underside of a horn. ]
I'll take the voluptuous comment, though.
[ On his side it's simple enough to squish his pecs together and make some nice tits just for Molly's eyes under the covers. ]
Maybe I should. I make up stories all the time, some of them quite sexy!
[ Not that he can... you know, write.
It's colder here in Xhorhas so Molly happily snuggles into that fur. He might be warmer than most humanoids, but he's also a slut for being cozy, okay?
Then he's given this wonderful thing, and he adores Fjord even more. ]
Oh my, you certainly are, those must look nice in a pretty lace bra.
[ A very manly squeak escapes him when groped, swatting at that hand and letting his go to town roaming Molly under the sheets, running up and down his sides and all over the flares of his hips, the swell of his ass. He's so nice to touch, scars and all. Literally hot as fuck; he's like a living ember and Fjord is happy to burn up against him. ]
A bra. On me? No. [ Way to make him huff and blush, rolling his eyes. ] On you, sure. I don't have the flair you pull off without trying.
Fjord is cute when he blushes, and Molly hopes that his own happy dance with gender (ALL OF THEM PLEASE) isn't going to confuse him too much. Pan viles, thanks Nott. ]
Trust me when I say you'd look lovely in it. Not saying that you have to try it, just that you would.
[ He gives Fjord a soft, happy kiss. He loves the way he's being touched, like he's made of velvet or some other material that just feels good when you touch it. Gods, how he's stupidly happy like this. ]
Speaking of... we should have a look at some shops tomorrow if we're not supposed to do something else. I have a feeling we're going to be busy for a while, and I want to take you to a little place I heard of.
Thank you. I'm very happy to know I could pull off a corset.
[ Molly could identify as a peacock, Fjord wouldn't mind. The tiefling is already flamboyant enough to be a dozen different things at once. If Fjord's head spins, it's out of how dizzyingly in love he is. ]
We can slip out without being noticed, I'm sure. [ In optimistic theory. ] Where's this place you're thinking of?
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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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(...he may have trimmed them a bit to not leave welts.)
It's an absolute mess between them, but Molly is disgusting and revels in it, lax and loose in the bed and with a dreamy smile on his face. ]
You're so pretty when you call my name like that.
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You're pretty always ...
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[ He stretches out underneath Fjord, smiling as he feels wet fingers on his skin. Just another way to smell like Fjord until they cleaned up, and it makes him chuckle. Molly is so lax and boneless after that orgasm that he feels like he could melt into the bed. ]
Thank you for being patient with me.
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[ Humming his way into a comfortable nestle in the crook of Molly's shoulder, he lets his weight go lax at his side and dozes for a few minutes in the warm afterglow, no impending second orgasm on the horizon when his head tells his body that his mate is too tired for more. The peace doesn't last too long since Fjord's bedroom isn't the warmest and soon the hot slick of their come starts to turn tacky, making him wrinkle his nose and raise his head. ]
Hold on, I'll find a rag ...
[ There's a wash-basin on a cabinet by one of the windows that he creakily rolls out of bed to walk over to, wiping himself down with minimal care. It's a different story when he brings the rag over and perches on the bed, swiping mindfully at Molly's body and following the valleys of his hips. ]
I think this is a scene from Tusk Love, the heroine cleaning up her tall, dark, strong lover. I'm also all a-flutter.
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Why Molly expected Fjord to just toss him a rag for himself he'll never know, because of course he half-orc returns, spoiling him so nicely. Gods, how he loves those hands on hiss kin, in any kind of situation.
At the comment, he laughs and tries to square up like he's Fjord-sized, but the gymnast build - while strong and a lot of wiry muscles - does not make anything bulge as nicely as on his lover. ]
Sweet innocent merchant's daughter you are not, but you certainly are a pretty one.
[ He's read like three words of that book but Jester has quoted it enough for him to pretty much get the idea. ]
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You're a forward one, Mister Tiefling.
[ Tossing the rag into a bin, he slides up next to him and tries to steal a kiss, looping an arm around a slender waist. ]
I do declare.
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It's one of my very charms, little lady.
[ He sticks his lower jaw out a bit so that his lower canines with the slightest point to them stick out over his lip. Wee tusks. ]
Why don't you come here and lie with me, I'll keep us both warm?
[ That's as much as he can manage before Molly starts laughing. ]
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[ Hasn't personally read Tusk Love either, but boy has he heard enough read aloud by their friends too. ]
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[ He can't stop giggling, both at the ridiculous quotes, Fjord's voice and how nice it was to just be a dumb asshole with his asshole friend in between touches so sweet that it might not fit in a novel, but were certainly far more real. ]
Certainly no love could ever spoil you, my darling, for your father does not own your shivering, vulnerable body...
[ He makes a face at that. ]
...who writes these things?
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[ He faffs around, finding his favourite fur to tuck them in with. Once they're flopped out and comfortable, he brushes some of Molly's hair behind an ear which is a feat when he can't really see what his hand is doing, but the fur is pulled up far enough to meet the underside of a horn. ]
I'll take the voluptuous comment, though.
[ On his side it's simple enough to squish his pecs together and make some nice tits just for Molly's eyes under the covers. ]
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[ Not that he can... you know, write.
It's colder here in Xhorhas so Molly happily snuggles into that fur. He might be warmer than most humanoids, but he's also a slut for being cozy, okay?
Then he's given this wonderful thing, and he adores Fjord even more. ]
Oh my, you certainly are, those must look nice in a pretty lace bra.
[ He's just gonna give them a lil' squish. ]
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A bra. On me? No. [ Way to make him huff and blush, rolling his eyes. ] On you, sure. I don't have the flair you pull off without trying.
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[ Wink!
Fjord is cute when he blushes, and Molly hopes that his own happy dance with gender (ALL OF THEM PLEASE) isn't going to confuse him too much.
Pan viles, thanks Nott. ]Trust me when I say you'd look lovely in it. Not saying that you have to try it, just that you would.
[ He gives Fjord a soft, happy kiss. He loves the way he's being touched, like he's made of velvet or some other material that just feels good when you touch it. Gods, how he's stupidly happy like this. ]
Speaking of... we should have a look at some shops tomorrow if we're not supposed to do something else. I have a feeling we're going to be busy for a while, and I want to take you to a little place I heard of.
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[ Molly could identify as a peacock, Fjord wouldn't mind. The tiefling is already flamboyant enough to be a dozen different things at once. If Fjord's head spins, it's out of how dizzyingly in love he is. ]
We can slip out without being noticed, I'm sure. [ In optimistic theory. ] Where's this place you're thinking of?
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