[ When Molly looks at Fjord after that little display he'll find him with his head tipped back on the couch and a hand over his eyes.
Fjord, are you feeling okay? asks Yasha. ]
Yes, just ... trying to summon my strength.
[ Not to cope with the nasty bruise on his thigh, but to survive however long Molly plans on torturing him down here. He shoots him a sidelong stinkeye, not bothering to disguise the way his eyes rake over Molly from head to toe before Fjord sips his hot chocolate.
[ Molly's face is all cat-like glee when he sees Fjord's look, winking a bit before leaning over again to ask Jester something about the fight. As he does, there's just a slight wiggle of his hips in Fjord's direction, and then his tail moves to curl around his back and just slightly lift the shirt a bit more, showing hints that he's wearing a red corset.
Behind Fjord, Caleb starts coughing into his food, red-faced. ]
[ RIP Caleb. Fjord doesn't even need to look at the Wizard to see what's up, he has an eyeful before Molly straightens and that shirt falls down. He could weep with how relieved he is for the exhaustion weighing down his limbs because it stops him from getting hard around his friends; Molly deserves to work for it after this show, anyway. ]
Molly, come here?
[ He sets his empty bowl aside and pats the seat beside him, an open arm extended. If they aren't going upstairs yet he at least wants to have him close. ]
[ Caleb does his best to just stick his face even further into the book he was looking at and just... uses it as a shield for now.
Meanwhile, Molly turns to Fjord with the most angelic smile on his face. ]
Okay, darling. Give me a moment.
[ He finishes his chat with Jester and then grabs his plate and moves over to scoot next to Fjord - all while Beau snorts and rolls her eyes in that bitchy but fond sisterly way. ]
Tired, [ he'll be honest about that, in case Molly wants to be thrown around, ] but I'm feeling more awake the longer I look at you.
[ It sounds perfectly sweet and has Jester cooing over how sappy he sounds, but the way he holds steady eye-contact with Molly tells a different story. ]
Mind if I take a nap right here?
[ With his head on a shoulder and an arm curled around that waist, more specifically petting the hidden corset-boning.
Awww! Jester flops on Beau in much the same way, albeit with far fewer ulterior motives. I'm totally tuckered-out too! ]
[ Molly smirks again and then gives his cheek a kiss, being all sweet and accommodating as the half-orc leans to him. ]
Of course I don't mind, baby.
[ Especially not when he's being touched like that, amused at the way Fjord feels over all the boning that makes his waist so tiny under that billowy shirt.
That evil tail is back, too, wrapping around Fjord's leg as they 'cuddle'. Molly's smile turn more authentic as Jester flops on Beau, and he mentions he may have gotten her a present and left it on her bed.
(It's impressive how quick she can sometimes move, and it's less than a minute before she's shrieking in joy above.) ]
[ He takes a moment to pet that naughty tail and give it a little squeeze before returning to their cuddling. He snorts when Jester shrieks above, nosing at the tattoo of a sun. ]
Sounds like she found a dress made from cupcakes. What did you buy her?
[ Molly looks so utterly pleased with himself, while also stroking Fjord's leg up and down with his tail in a strange version of footsie. ]
Pink frilly nightgown with a lollipop button. I saw it and took it immediately.
[ That makes both Beau and Caleb blush and Yasha looks a little amused in her corner. Jester was the only one he could buy lingerie for, since he's pretty sure Veth and Beau might stab him, and Yasha wasn't interested in that stuff. (Buying for Caleb might kill the man and Molly's quite certain Caduceus wouldn't quite get the meaning and just wear them as everyday things.) ]
I have a good eye for these things.
[ He expected a 'gross' from Beau, but she looked like someone slapped her, so he lets that go. A few breaths later Jester is running towards them (still clothed) and throwing herself over Molly's shoulders, probably accidentally pushing Fjord off. There's a hundred or so thank-yous and a big cheek kiss that Molly counts as a win. ]
[ His foot sways with the tail looped around his ankle, a mix of emotions playing over his face. Amusement, a lack of surprise, and confusion. ]
It's got lollipop buttons? Literally or am I missing something?
[ He's shortly shoved onto his back as Jester barrels into Molly, remaining where he falls like a broken man. When he turns his head to try and catch Beau's eye it's funny as hell to see her turning into a tomato with a thorough blush, eyeing Jester.
Apparently he isn't the only one determined to find energy tonight. ]
[ Jester leans down to help Fjord up with a giggling apology, and Molly takes over as soon as she lets go. He wraps an arm around his half-orc, pressing a kiss under his jaw. ]
The button is shaped like a lollipop. It's adorable.
[ That makes Beau cough, and she gets up, trying to hide that she's bright red and heads off for her room with a 'g'night!' It sets people off to actually plan their own nights, with Veth on dishes today. Yasha passes by to give Molly a forehead smooch and another of those amused looks at Fjord, and one by one, they start to disappear.
Once the crowd has lessened, Molly's on that lap. ]
Fjord groans as Molly's weight lands on his sore, bruised thigh but makes no more to push him off, instead doing the exact opposite and dragging him in for a kiss. He searches underneath that shirt, plucking it free to palm the soft lace beneath, lashes lowering as he does. ]
Not here.
[ Unsure whether he's trying to convince Molly or himself. Veth is in the kitchen on the other side of the house but she's still downstairs. ]
[ Molly smiles, easing up a bit to not hurt him further but not getting off that perfect lap. He meets that kiss happily, giving Fjord's lower lip a gentle tug with his teeth. ]
Not here?
[ He asks innocently, rocking forward a bit to grind against him. ]
Better get a move on then, hmm? That means I have to get off, though... and you're so comfortable.
[ Gods, that grind kicks his libido into gear as he feels Molly rocking over the soft length of him with delicious friction he hadn't thought his body had wanted, turns out it really does. Burying his face in that teasing cleavage he inhales the clean scent of skin and lets the last few hours of horrors drift away like a bad dream, opening his mouth in lazy kisses that catch tusks on lace, plucking at that brassiere.
If his hands could leave Molly's ass ... they wouldn't even then. ]
Honey ...
[ Molly is in the semi-unique situation of Fjord feeling too reckless to care very much about their surroundings after all. ]
[ Molly's all smiles and mischievousness, fingers stroking that black hair as Fjord leans in to explore what he was hiding under there. Red lace and frills, traveling over his pecs and disappearing under beautiful satin fabric lines with boning. The slight rub of a tusk draws a sinful sigh out of him, and the tiefling shamelessly rocks his hips again. ]
Baby...
[ He grins against Fjord's head, placing a kiss at the hairline and letting his hands wander to slip under his shirt.
Mollymauk Tealeaf is not afraid of making out in the dining room with a former goblin just one room away. ]
[ The softest growl rumbles in his chest as he approves without thinking about it, growing harder the more Molly moves over him. He would say something about how wonderful Molly was during the fight, it's just he's faced with an unexpected challenge as he brushes that deep collar aside.
The lace is so intricate he gives it one annoyed long lick then dozens more flick over the tiny openings around floral motifs, fluttering over a trapped nipple from here and there to inadvertently tease as Fjord experiments with his tongue, trying to follow the complex pattern. ]
[ Gods, how he loves the little sounds Fjord make. That vibration in the chest is just sinfully hot. He lets the man explore at his leisure, and the feeling of his tongue on him is making Molly's cockiness falter a little. He can't resist it, especially not when it slips over a nipple and sends a shiver down his spine.
His breath quickens under that tongue and Molly chuckles, hugging Fjord close. ]
[ His eyes open, fluttering as he rests his cheek on that lewdly done-up chest. ]
The real question is, do you want to give Veth a heart-attack when she turns off all the lights soon?
[ Upstairs, son. That's where this hanky-panky belongs!! Whether the can make it up there or not is entirely up to Molly; Fjord will do whatever he wants, too smitten to care right now. ]
[ Molly continues to run his fingers through Fjord's hair, enjoying the way it feels when his lover's breath warms his chest. The question makes him chuckle, and he slips a hand down to run it over the pointed shell of an ear. ]
Now you're tempting me, baby.
[ He's trying to not be in a hurry, but he's definitely hardening against Fjord, gently grinding against him like the person without shame he is. ]
[ It really is tempting and he'd love to scar Veth for a few weeks, but argh. To be able to lay Molly out in a bed ... ]
Don't you have some of those new lubes upstairs?
[ If that doesn't get this thot off his lap, he doesn't know what will. Fjord wraps him up in a hug as he plants a kiss over Molly's lace-covered heart and squeezes him in close, trapping that hardening cock against his abs for a long moment. ]
[ Molly moans as Fjord kisses his chest like that, and it's both hot and endearing at once. Smirking, he knows a scheme when he sees it... but it's also horribly tempting. He has a bunch of lubes, and he's wearing such lovely things for Fjord.
He's trapped for a moment, though, and his cock is far too obvious in his pants by now, so they will have to sneak. ]
[ Maybe Veth will get traumatised after all, here's hoping. ]
Up, baby.
[ He gives that cute ass a smack and grinds just to let him feel the hard line seated against the curve of it, growing breathless himself. They can sneak, it'll be fine. Totally fine. Or it would be if Fjord didn't impulsively grab Molly (after watching that ass working in front of him) to back up on the stairs' landing halfway and crush him against the wall for a filthy kiss, firmly palming the front of the tiefling from lacy chest to hardened cock.
They'll get to the bedroom eventually, he's sure. ]
[ The door to the kitchen opens just in time for them to have snuck off through the opposite one, and Molly has to bite his fist after that smack to not cry out. Here they are, unable to take their hands off each other and Mollymauk whines when he's pushed up against a wall, needy and wanton.
How did Fjord always manage to make him just as weak under that touch as he's trying to coax from him?
He drags his nails down Fjord's own chest, grinding up against the half-orc again with half-lidded eyes and a hungry mouth. ]
[ Those nails are just sharp enough to send a shiver down his spine, grinning into the kiss as they move together by the wall, the give and take between equally starved for touch. It sets his blood on fire to know Molly feels the same way. ]
Room.
[ It's such a shame to have to move away so he scoops for Molly's hand as they head there, all effort at stealthing lost as Fjord favours speed over sneaking. ]
[ Molly cackles with glee as they start running, speeding past the girl's room and into his own. He can hear a 'shh' from behind, and then a very Jester giggle. Cute.
He immediately turns around for more kisses once the door is closed, fangs on display in his excited grin. Two kisses, however, he has to muster all his willpower to pull back, his turn to swat Fjord's ass and using that circus limberness to leave... only because otherwise he'd be happily stuck in those arms again, and they would not get to the rest of this. ]
[ Sounds like breakfast tomorrow will include fistbumps with Beau. Get it, girl.
Once the door closes he's all too eager to wrap his arms around Molly and feel up as much of him as he can, lost in the heat of the moment until all those sharp teeth and soft curves move away. Which is criminal really. He sits on the edge of the bed unlacing the front of his leather pants, otherwise he might damn well break the fastenings with how hard he's getting, leaning back on his other hand. ]
How many people have you got all fancy for, me included? I need to know so I can blast them.
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Fjord, are you feeling okay? asks Yasha. ]
Yes, just ... trying to summon my strength.
[ Not to cope with the nasty bruise on his thigh, but to survive however long Molly plans on torturing him down here. He shoots him a sidelong stinkeye, not bothering to disguise the way his eyes rake over Molly from head to toe before Fjord sips his hot chocolate.
Absolute bastard. ]
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Behind Fjord, Caleb starts coughing into his food, red-faced. ]
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Molly, come here?
[ He sets his empty bowl aside and pats the seat beside him, an open arm extended. If they aren't going upstairs yet he at least wants to have him close. ]
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Meanwhile, Molly turns to Fjord with the most angelic smile on his face. ]
Okay, darling. Give me a moment.
[ He finishes his chat with Jester and then grabs his plate and moves over to scoot next to Fjord - all while Beau snorts and rolls her eyes in that bitchy but fond sisterly way. ]
Hello, love. How are you feeling?
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[ It sounds perfectly sweet and has Jester cooing over how sappy he sounds, but the way he holds steady eye-contact with Molly tells a different story. ]
Mind if I take a nap right here?
[ With his head on a shoulder and an arm curled around that waist, more specifically petting the hidden corset-boning.
Awww! Jester flops on Beau in much the same way, albeit with far fewer ulterior motives. I'm totally tuckered-out too! ]
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Of course I don't mind, baby.
[ Especially not when he's being touched like that, amused at the way Fjord feels over all the boning that makes his waist so tiny under that billowy shirt.
That evil tail is back, too, wrapping around Fjord's leg as they 'cuddle'. Molly's smile turn more authentic as Jester flops on Beau, and he mentions he may have gotten her a present and left it on her bed.
(It's impressive how quick she can sometimes move, and it's less than a minute before she's shrieking in joy above.) ]
I think she likes it.
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Sounds like she found a dress made from cupcakes. What did you buy her?
[ Beau shares his suspicious look. ]
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Pink frilly nightgown with a lollipop button. I saw it and took it immediately.
[ That makes both Beau and Caleb blush and Yasha looks a little amused in her corner. Jester was the only one he could buy lingerie for, since he's pretty sure Veth and Beau might stab him, and Yasha wasn't interested in that stuff. (Buying for Caleb might kill the man and Molly's quite certain Caduceus wouldn't quite get the meaning and just wear them as everyday things.) ]
I have a good eye for these things.
[ He expected a 'gross' from Beau, but she looked like someone slapped her, so he lets that go. A few breaths later Jester is running towards them (still clothed) and throwing herself over Molly's shoulders, probably accidentally pushing Fjord off. There's a hundred or so thank-yous and a big cheek kiss that Molly counts as a win. ]
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It's got lollipop buttons? Literally or am I missing something?
[ He's shortly shoved onto his back as Jester barrels into Molly, remaining where he falls like a broken man. When he turns his head to try and catch Beau's eye it's funny as hell to see her turning into a tomato with a thorough blush, eyeing Jester.
Apparently he isn't the only one determined to find energy tonight. ]
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The button is shaped like a lollipop. It's adorable.
[ That makes Beau cough, and she gets up, trying to hide that she's bright red and heads off for her room with a 'g'night!' It sets people off to actually plan their own nights, with Veth on dishes today. Yasha passes by to give Molly a forehead smooch and another of those amused looks at Fjord, and one by one, they start to disappear.
Once the crowd has lessened, Molly's on that lap. ]
Hello.
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Fjord groans as Molly's weight lands on his sore, bruised thigh but makes no more to push him off, instead doing the exact opposite and dragging him in for a kiss. He searches underneath that shirt, plucking it free to palm the soft lace beneath, lashes lowering as he does. ]
Not here.
[ Unsure whether he's trying to convince Molly or himself. Veth is in the kitchen on the other side of the house but she's still downstairs. ]
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Not here?
[ He asks innocently, rocking forward a bit to grind against him. ]
Better get a move on then, hmm? That means I have to get off, though... and you're so comfortable.
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If his hands could leave Molly's ass ... they wouldn't even then. ]
Honey ...
[ Molly is in the semi-unique situation of Fjord feeling too reckless to care very much about their surroundings after all. ]
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Baby...
[ He grins against Fjord's head, placing a kiss at the hairline and letting his hands wander to slip under his shirt.
Mollymauk Tealeaf is not afraid of making out in the dining room with a former goblin just one room away. ]
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The lace is so intricate he gives it one annoyed long lick then dozens more flick over the tiny openings around floral motifs, fluttering over a trapped nipple from here and there to inadvertently tease as Fjord experiments with his tongue, trying to follow the complex pattern. ]
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His breath quickens under that tongue and Molly chuckles, hugging Fjord close. ]
Do you want to see all of it?
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The real question is, do you want to give Veth a heart-attack when she turns off all the lights soon?
[ Upstairs, son. That's where this hanky-panky belongs!! Whether the can make it up there or not is entirely up to Molly; Fjord will do whatever he wants, too smitten to care right now. ]
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Now you're tempting me, baby.
[ He's trying to not be in a hurry, but he's definitely hardening against Fjord, gently grinding against him like the person without shame he is. ]
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Don't you have some of those new lubes upstairs?
[ If that doesn't get this thot off his lap, he doesn't know what will. Fjord wraps him up in a hug as he plants a kiss over Molly's lace-covered heart and squeezes him in close, trapping that hardening cock against his abs for a long moment. ]
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[ Molly moans as Fjord kisses his chest like that, and it's both hot and endearing at once. Smirking, he knows a scheme when he sees it... but it's also horribly tempting. He has a bunch of lubes, and he's wearing such lovely things for Fjord.
He's trapped for a moment, though, and his cock is far too obvious in his pants by now, so they will have to sneak. ]
...alright. Let's go.
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Up, baby.
[ He gives that cute ass a smack and grinds just to let him feel the hard line seated against the curve of it, growing breathless himself. They can sneak, it'll be fine. Totally fine. Or it would be if Fjord didn't impulsively grab Molly (after watching that ass working in front of him) to back up on the stairs' landing halfway and crush him against the wall for a filthy kiss, firmly palming the front of the tiefling from lacy chest to hardened cock.
They'll get to the bedroom eventually, he's sure. ]
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How did Fjord always manage to make him just as weak under that touch as he's trying to coax from him?
He drags his nails down Fjord's own chest, grinding up against the half-orc again with half-lidded eyes and a hungry mouth. ]
Room. Now.
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Room.
[ It's such a shame to have to move away so he scoops for Molly's hand as they head there, all effort at stealthing lost as Fjord favours speed over sneaking. ]
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He immediately turns around for more kisses once the door is closed, fangs on display in his excited grin. Two kisses, however, he has to muster all his willpower to pull back, his turn to swat Fjord's ass and using that circus limberness to leave... only because otherwise he'd be happily stuck in those arms again, and they would not get to the rest of this. ]
Sit on the bed. Let me show you.
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Once the door closes he's all too eager to wrap his arms around Molly and feel up as much of him as he can, lost in the heat of the moment until all those sharp teeth and soft curves move away. Which is criminal really. He sits on the edge of the bed unlacing the front of his leather pants, otherwise he might damn well break the fastenings with how hard he's getting, leaning back on his other hand. ]
How many people have you got all fancy for, me included? I need to know so I can blast them.
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