[ 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?
Hmm... I think it was the Gallimaufry district, in an alley next to an inn called 'The Blue Eyed Dragon'. I haven't been myself, but I've gotten some very good recommendations.
[ He snuggles in, closing his eyes against Fjord's chest and just radiating heat. Much better than the drop in temperature the other day. ]
[ He doesn't know the place but is happy to go exploring if Molly says it's worth the trip, it's a better way of spending the morning instead of waiting for Caleb to check in with Essek. ]
Sounds like fun.
[ Molly settles on his chest and Fjord takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he lets his eyes flutter closed. There's soft hair his fingers are running through and the weight of his lover whole at his side, both of them inside the walls of a house (and home by now) that he trusts to keep them safe. It's ... a good feeling, after recent events. The only feeling he wants from now on and will jealously fight to keep.
He drops butterfly kisses over a soft hairline, yawning contentedly so his words turn into a sigh. ]
[ Yeah, Molly isn't that interested in watching wizards awkwardly dance around each other when he can take Fjord with him somewhere nice. Let them figure that chemistry on their own.
He makes himself comfortable and closes his eyes, happy and relaxed here with Fjord. His hair is being gently petted and Molly feels like the most spoiled person in the world next to this man. He can hear the half-orc's pulse, horns tipped just enough to not dig into anything and metal tip-protectors saving that green skin from scratches.
There's a small, soft smile as he hears those words, and his tail curls around a thigh. ]
[ There's a happy squeeze-wriggle when he hears that, a smile permanently stuck on his face. ]
Night, beautiful. Dream big.
[ The first two hours of sleep he spends in the same place, up until he accidentally kicks off the blankets with one leg in the early hours of morning and starts to shiver. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around Molly and barnacles onto him in the coolness of his bedroom, snoring softly like a puppy. ]
[ Molly does dream big. He dreams of walking in moonlight, watching flowers grow in his clothes and small, delicate mushrooms escaping the embroidery. He's soon dressed in nature, as colorful as before thanks to the vibrant flowers, feeling like a forest spirit under the shine of the Moonweaver. It's all very soft and pretty until he notices that he's being pulled to the ground by little roots and then dragged into it.
Opening his eyes with a gasp, he immediately feels the warm body of Fjord all curled around him, and relaxes.
Just a dream.
Smiling, he smooths Fjord's hair back a little and kisses his forehead. ]
[ His snores rise as his head tips back with the petting to his hair, growing louder with a line of drool dampening his pillow. The man could use a shove and wouldn't blame anyone for doing it. ]
[ Molly's just gonna... pull that head back in the previous position and try to not laugh about it. If it continues, he might attempt to turn him around. ]
[ Molly moves Fjord's head ... and it rolls his face right into the pillow so the snoring stops completely, probably to suffocate himself. What did he do to deserve this betrayal??? ]
[ Mumbling as he comes to consciousness, this time groggily, he reaches out and drapes his arms onto whatever part of Molly and that tiefling heat he can find, then rolls onto his back to drag it with him. ]
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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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[ He snuggles in, closing his eyes against Fjord's chest and just radiating heat. Much better than the drop in temperature the other day. ]
I think you'll like it.
[ Or run out with his head on fire. ]
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Sounds like fun.
[ Molly settles on his chest and Fjord takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he lets his eyes flutter closed. There's soft hair his fingers are running through and the weight of his lover whole at his side, both of them inside the walls of a house (and home by now) that he trusts to keep them safe. It's ... a good feeling, after recent events. The only feeling he wants from now on and will jealously fight to keep.
He drops butterfly kisses over a soft hairline, yawning contentedly so his words turn into a sigh. ]
I love you, Molls.
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He makes himself comfortable and closes his eyes, happy and relaxed here with Fjord. His hair is being gently petted and Molly feels like the most spoiled person in the world next to this man. He can hear the half-orc's pulse, horns tipped just enough to not dig into anything and metal tip-protectors saving that green skin from scratches.
There's a small, soft smile as he hears those words, and his tail curls around a thigh. ]
I love you too, Fjord.
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Night, beautiful. Dream big.
[ The first two hours of sleep he spends in the same place, up until he accidentally kicks off the blankets with one leg in the early hours of morning and starts to shiver. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around Molly and barnacles onto him in the coolness of his bedroom, snoring softly like a puppy. ]
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Opening his eyes with a gasp, he immediately feels the warm body of Fjord all curled around him, and relaxes.
Just a dream.
Smiling, he smooths Fjord's hair back a little and kisses his forehead. ]
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Fjord, turn around.
[ Molly says softly, gently pulling a bit and trying to make sure he doesn't frighten the half-orc again. ]
I refuse to be responsible for you choking on your own pillow!
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I'm awake, m'wake ...
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