[ He pecks him on the cheek, heading into the shop to be a brave boy and explore on his lonesome. The dynasty has an eclectic range of folk living under their dominion and it shows in all the weird shit that Fjord inspects, curiosity outweighing anxiety as he peers too close at a shelf before veering away; he never in his life expected to see a gnoll-shaped dildo and now he can never unsee that dog dick, thanks Molly. Everything is your fault in this shop.
... But it's kind of interesting taking note of what a lot of other dicks looks like too (not that's interested in using anything). It's weird to know humans have such weirdly stubby cocks and he will never look at Caleb the same way again. He ends up back in the (most harmless) section full of lingerie, hesitating before he touches a garment on the rack. It's as long as Molly's boots. maybe taller; a set of stockings in red, another pair in white, all edged in lace and tied up in black ribbons (imagine Molly in these). A blush deepens on his cheeks as he snatches them off the rack to quickly head over to the cashier, dropping them on top of Molly's other purchases and proceeding to pretend there's something immensely fascinating out of the window. ]
[ Molly would be more than happy to know he's to blame for seeing dog-dick dildo, let's be real.
He watches Fjord wander off and then goes over to fetch the drow woman and ask her to explain all these things to him. He gets more and more excited by each lube and is picking up quite the collection there. Molly does glance back now and then to check on Fjord, and does his best to not laugh as he sees how flustered the half-orc is.
The tiefling whispers something in the woman's ear and she smiles, nodding before she takes all the purchases into the back room. Mollymauk saunters over to his boyfriend that seems to pretend to look out the non-existent windows, and gives him a smooch on the cheek. ]
Almost done, darling. She's making sure everything comes with tail holes, and adding some surprises. [ Smirk. ] Seen anything you fancy?
I dropped it on her desk, she can throw it in with the rest when your stuff's tailored.
[ He's not saying what it is because then he'll have to picture Molly in it and he doesn't want to walk around with his cloak down all day. 'Surprises' sounds ominous. As strange and frankly alarming as some of the tools (those butt-plugs do not look like toys, also what) in the shop are, he's happy for Molly's good mood. ]
[ See, he managed to sow a little bit of a seed in the half-orc! Molly looks very proud, kissing his cheek again. ]
Oh, I have a lot of things to show you. Later, in private where you don't have to feel nervous.
[ Grinning, he gives a wink and puts his coat in Fjord's hands - then walks over to the mirror in a corner with a teasing flick of his tail to hold up some silky babydoll lingerie and an almost see-through robe with fur edges against his chest, checking the colors while waiting for the saleswoman to come back. ]
[ Super not nervous!! He is also the designated coat/bag person as he finds a pouffe to sit on, long legs bent awkwardly as he watches Molly faff around. ]
[ Short answers but answers all the same. Molly always looks better in garish clothes and his red coat has imprinted itself on Fjord as the colour that best suits that cool skin, matching bright eyes. ]
How does she know where to make the holes for your tail on the clothes if you're not wearing them?
[ That feels like a stupid question but he has to ask. ]
[ He puts the other colors away and adds the red ones to his pile. Moving over to Fjord, he leans a bit against him as he's ready to get their things and pay for them. ]
Oh, she's got good eye-measurement, and it isn't too hard to know where in the panties to put a hole.
[ Smirk. ]
You know, for tieflings. Not dicks.
[ Fjord gets a little peck on his head. ]
Or she might just be exchanging them for tiefling versions, since we're in a place like this. They might just have them, and that's a new experience.
[ He smiles at that and gently squeezes Fjord's hand before bringing it up to his lips. ]
I never do anything I don't want to, remember? This is exciting to me and I hope it will be to you as well, that's all. It doesn't mean I don't love your opinion.
[ Molly places a kiss on that hand and then lets it go just as the saleswoman returns with the things that needed changes. The tiefling looks even more excited to see that he was right - she was getting versions with pre-made holes in them, because people having tails here was normal.
Now it was time to ring all of it up, however, and she puts the lingerie, the body jewelry, all the bottles of different things and a few tiny vials with 'test' on them, as well as the last things they had just looked at. 'That will be 213 gold.'
Mollymauk fishes out his pouch, picking out gold pieces. The lubes and potions were the most expensive things, but it was all worth it in Molly's opinion, never mind that he had never seen as much gold in his life before he met the Nein. ]
[ Just checking, you thotty cheeseball. Good to know Molly is just being Molly, though. ]
I said I'd buy you whatever you wanted, remember?
[ He places a hand on Molly's coin-pouch to deny him patronage of the purchase and counts out his own gold for the saleswoman without looking at her, cheeks still hot. She, for her part, looks like she might be wondering if it's worth stealing a handsome half-orc sugar daddy off Molly, given half the chance, but Fjord misses the approving look she gives his eagerness to pay. He does so without complaint, since he did give his word back on the coast. ]
[ Molly stops picking out coins and then smiles at his lover, sliding the pouch back into his sleeve. Instead, Molly watches the items being put into bags and then noticing the look she's giving Fjord. It amuses him a bit and he leans more against the half-orc while giving her a cheeky wink. He's not the jealous kind (or at least he doesn't think so), but he also doesn't want Fjord to feel uncomfortable. ]
I'm an expensive luxury, love... but I'll show you all of these when we come home.
[ Here, carry some bags while Molly takes the small one. ]
[ Mumbling a thank you to the cashier, he hurries out after Molly with bulging bags crinkling together in the twilight glow of the city. Can he breathe more easily out here or is it just him? The lack of dicks dwarfing his own? ]
I hope you enjoyed yourself, that was the first and last time I'm going in there.
I can't see shit with your trousers that high, the real risk you run is Jester peeking at some of that [ nodding to the bags he's carrying, ] through your shirt.
[ He can't deal with the imagery of Jester in some of those kinky clothes and instead focuses on stealthing upstairs. There's a hairy moment where a floorboard creaks loudly outside of Beau's room but there isn't anyone inside and Fjord easily ducks into Molly's bedroom instead of his own.
If anyone finds these bags in here, they won't think twice.
They crumple in a paper pile, practically a mountain on the bed. Fjord drops his cloak to the floor and takes off his armour, hot enough not to need it anymore as he peeks into the nearest bag. ]
[ He freezes up at the creak but it looks like they're safe without nosy questions from the peanut gallery. Molly slinks into his room after Fjord and then closes the door with a bump of his hip. ]
Mission complete!
[ Molly moves by Fjord and kisses his shoulder, before closing the bag he was peeking into with a mischievous grin. ]
Mm, I would have to contest that seeing how lucky I am.
[ He chuckles, stepping closer to lean into Fjord and hug him. It's a little bit of sweet affection before he hears Beau's voice in the hallway. Time for chaos, it seems. ]
[ As the day devolves into the usual insanity of a fight they barely make it out of with their lives, Fjord is one of the first to take up the hot tub as he and Caleb, caught in a blast of exploding ogre-slug, slough off gore and viscera (and a little puke, although he can't blame his friend for that personal addition at all). It's past what he assumes to be a decent hour since the lights in the neighbourhood are lowered yet none of the Nein are tired and those who were fortunate enough to avoid the blast of meaty mulch are hungrier than either the Paladin or Wizard will probably ever be again, sharing a woebegone look as Caduceus cheerily starts up a late dinner.
Molly disappears along with the girls the second Fjord and Caleb are clean, which is no surprise as his dark hair is looking suspiciously slimy. Maybe he didn't avoid as much of the finale as Fjord thought.
It's a full hour before everyone is freshly dressed and seated in the lounge with Caduceus's stew on their laps, groaning from the bruises that healing spells didn't quite fade and seeking comfort in the company of each other, alive and well. It's during one of Veth's callous yet hilarious takes that Fjord's gaze slides across the room to Molly as the tiefling reaches for a hunk of bread —
— and Fjord almost chokes on his dinner as he spots red lace strapped over the curve of a lavender pec.
He stares long enough for Veth to be annoyed at his ignorance and by the time he glances back the bastard is covered up again. It's like a vision from another life, the morning feels like it was ten years ago and the promise of Tonight a forgotten delight to look forward to. ]
[ The fight had been slimy in general, and Molly had dived in to get Veth out of the way and got sloshed on in return. He spends a lot of time in the wash bin and then the hot tub, getting nice and clean before he... well. Puts on some special things.
The food is good, and he's more than happy to take a few extra servings and hand over things to others. Every time he leans forward, he can feel the brush of the red lace over his pecs coming into view just at Fjord's eye line. The sound from the man is perfect.
He looks like there's nothing going on, though, laughing at some joke Beau made and then 'dropping' his fork. Molly leans down, and while his pants are still too high to see anything, his shirt isn't tucked in fully in one place and there's more lace and what looks like ribbon briefly teased there. ]
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[ Here he thought they were just lubes, but they had interesting properties? Smiling even wider, he kisses Fjord's cheek. ]
I'm going to ask the saleslady some things about these, do you want to go out of earshot or will you be okay?
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[ He pecks him on the cheek, heading into the shop to be a brave boy and explore on his lonesome. The dynasty has an eclectic range of folk living under their dominion and it shows in all the weird shit that Fjord inspects, curiosity outweighing anxiety as he peers too close at a shelf before veering away; he never in his life expected to see a gnoll-shaped dildo and now he can never unsee that dog dick, thanks Molly. Everything is your fault in this shop.
... But it's kind of interesting taking note of what a lot of other dicks looks like too (not that's interested in using anything). It's weird to know humans have such weirdly stubby cocks and he will never look at Caleb the same way again. He ends up back in the (most harmless) section full of lingerie, hesitating before he touches a garment on the rack. It's as long as Molly's boots. maybe taller; a set of stockings in red, another pair in white, all edged in lace and tied up in black ribbons (imagine Molly in these). A blush deepens on his cheeks as he snatches them off the rack to quickly head over to the cashier, dropping them on top of Molly's other purchases and proceeding to pretend there's something immensely fascinating out of the window. ]
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He watches Fjord wander off and then goes over to fetch the drow woman and ask her to explain all these things to him. He gets more and more excited by each lube and is picking up quite the collection there. Molly does glance back now and then to check on Fjord, and does his best to not laugh as he sees how flustered the half-orc is.
The tiefling whispers something in the woman's ear and she smiles, nodding before she takes all the purchases into the back room. Mollymauk saunters over to his boyfriend that seems to pretend to look out the non-existent windows, and gives him a smooch on the cheek. ]
Almost done, darling. She's making sure everything comes with tail holes, and adding some surprises. [ Smirk. ] Seen anything you fancy?
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I dropped it on her desk, she can throw it in with the rest when your stuff's tailored.
[ He's not saying what it is because then he'll have to picture Molly in it and he doesn't want to walk around with his cloak down all day. 'Surprises' sounds ominous. As strange and frankly alarming as some of the tools (those butt-plugs do not look like toys, also what) in the shop are, he's happy for Molly's good mood. ]
Did you get a decent haul?
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[ See, he managed to sow a little bit of a seed in the half-orc! Molly looks very proud, kissing his cheek again. ]
Oh, I have a lot of things to show you. Later, in private where you don't have to feel nervous.
[ Grinning, he gives a wink and puts his coat in Fjord's hands - then walks over to the mirror in a corner with a teasing flick of his tail to hold up some silky babydoll lingerie and an almost see-through robe with fur edges against his chest, checking the colors while waiting for the saleswoman to come back. ]
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[ Super not nervous!! He is also the designated coat/bag person as he finds a pouffe to sit on, long legs bent awkwardly as he watches Molly faff around. ]
That's pretty on you.
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You think so? Is the red or the black better?
[ They're lovely little things with a tie in the front to easily pull it off someone, so they might even survive one night. ]
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[ Short answers but answers all the same. Molly always looks better in garish clothes and his red coat has imprinted itself on Fjord as the colour that best suits that cool skin, matching bright eyes. ]
How does she know where to make the holes for your tail on the clothes if you're not wearing them?
[ That feels like a stupid question but he has to ask. ]
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Oh, she's got good eye-measurement, and it isn't too hard to know where in the panties to put a hole.
[ Smirk. ]
You know, for tieflings. Not dicks.
[ Fjord gets a little peck on his head. ]
Or she might just be exchanging them for tiefling versions, since we're in a place like this. They might just have them, and that's a new experience.
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If you're doing any of this for my sake, you really don't need to. I love the way your body looks, clothed or not.
[ Just putting that out there. ]
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I never do anything I don't want to, remember? This is exciting to me and I hope it will be to you as well, that's all. It doesn't mean I don't love your opinion.
[ Molly places a kiss on that hand and then lets it go just as the saleswoman returns with the things that needed changes. The tiefling looks even more excited to see that he was right - she was getting versions with pre-made holes in them, because people having tails here was normal.
Now it was time to ring all of it up, however, and she puts the lingerie, the body jewelry, all the bottles of different things and a few tiny vials with 'test' on them, as well as the last things they had just looked at. 'That will be 213 gold.'
Mollymauk fishes out his pouch, picking out gold pieces. The lubes and potions were the most expensive things, but it was all worth it in Molly's opinion, never mind that he had never seen as much gold in his life before he met the Nein. ]
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Good to know Molly is just being Molly, though.]I said I'd buy you whatever you wanted, remember?
[ He places a hand on Molly's coin-pouch to deny him patronage of the purchase and counts out his own gold for the saleswoman without looking at her, cheeks still hot. She, for her part, looks like she might be wondering if it's worth stealing a handsome half-orc sugar daddy off Molly, given half the chance, but Fjord misses the approving look she gives his eagerness to pay. He does so without complaint, since he did give his word back on the coast. ]
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I'm an expensive luxury, love... but I'll show you all of these when we come home.
[ Here, carry some bags while Molly takes the small one. ]
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I hope you enjoyed yourself, that was the first and last time I'm going in there.
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[ Molly chuckles, sliding up next to Fjord and walking together towards the Firmaments. ]
I know I'm going back, and after you see the things I've bought... you might as well.
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[ That's where his immediate concern and invested interest lies, eyeing Molly to see how playful he's feeling. ]
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[ Unless they ran into something that needed the gentle touch of the Mighty Nein, he has a date with some of that lingerie and Fjord. ]
Who knows, maybe I'll but them on under my clothes for the rest of the day... so every time I bend over you see a little bit of lace.
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[ Will that be comfortable, Molly? Will it? ]
Lace all day doesn't sound too fun.
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I maaay have gotten her something too, so she better hush about my secret bras.
[ It really isn't fun, he should have grabbed some silk for that stuff. It was easier on the skin.
When the reach the Xhorhaus, Molly is 'helpful' and opens the door for his personal bag-carrier. ]
Sneak?
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[ He can't deal with the imagery of Jester in some of those kinky clothes and instead focuses on stealthing upstairs. There's a hairy moment where a floorboard creaks loudly outside of Beau's room but there isn't anyone inside and Fjord easily ducks into Molly's bedroom instead of his own.
If anyone finds these bags in here, they won't think twice.
They crumple in a paper pile, practically a mountain on the bed. Fjord drops his cloak to the floor and takes off his armour, hot enough not to need it anymore as he peeks into the nearest bag. ]
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Mission complete!
[ Molly moves by Fjord and kisses his shoulder, before closing the bag he was peeking into with a mischievous grin. ]
Tonight.
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Now who's spoiling who? [ Fjord's smile returns with a nuzzle to a nose. ] I'm the luckiest guy on the continent.
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[ He chuckles, stepping closer to lean into Fjord and hug him. It's a little bit of sweet affection before he hears Beau's voice in the hallway. Time for chaos, it seems. ]
Come on, let's roll.
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Molly disappears along with the girls the second Fjord and Caleb are clean, which is no surprise as his dark hair is looking suspiciously slimy. Maybe he didn't avoid as much of the finale as Fjord thought.
It's a full hour before everyone is freshly dressed and seated in the lounge with Caduceus's stew on their laps, groaning from the bruises that healing spells didn't quite fade and seeking comfort in the company of each other, alive and well. It's during one of Veth's callous yet hilarious takes that Fjord's gaze slides across the room to Molly as the tiefling reaches for a hunk of bread —
— and Fjord almost chokes on his dinner as he spots red lace strapped over the curve of a lavender pec.
He stares long enough for Veth to be annoyed at his ignorance and by the time he glances back the bastard is covered up again. It's like a vision from another life, the morning feels like it was ten years ago and the promise of Tonight a forgotten delight to look forward to. ]
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The food is good, and he's more than happy to take a few extra servings and hand over things to others. Every time he leans forward, he can feel the brush of the red lace over his pecs coming into view just at Fjord's eye line. The sound from the man is perfect.
He looks like there's nothing going on, though, laughing at some joke Beau made and then 'dropping' his fork. Molly leans down, and while his pants are still too high to see anything, his shirt isn't tucked in fully in one place and there's more lace and what looks like ribbon briefly teased there. ]
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