devilstongue | Open RP Post

[ It's horrible. Ire and fury slip away word by word until even his scowl is gone, replaced with a frown. It was only a month but it was the best of his to date at the time, he didn't anticipate how it would feel to have real friends that he could trust to sleep in the same room at night or play with mid-battle because there was the certainty they would also keep each other safe. There was so much comfort packed into those nights spent on the road and in taverns, it was all a blur of excitement and magic. ]

I don't know what to say to you when you're like this, but don't you dare talk to anyone else this way. We actually do care about you.

[ He remembers all the times he went to bed on the floor (in water, once) because he was so terrified of not living up to the Tough Guy front he had going on and giving into something under his skin whenever Molly would bed down for the night, jewellery carefully placed aside and bared tattoos on view. Fjord remembers wanting, and how scary that feeling had been, manifesting in other ways as he harassed Molly for attention mid-battle and enjoying riling him up.

Fjord steps into the tiefling's space with a solemn expression, looking him over. His voice softens, wounded and quiet. ]

I never wanted us to be strangers. I still don't.

[ He went to far, he knows he did. Some of it wasn't even true, but he was angry and stressed and just... fucked up about all of this. It hurt, all of it and he doesn't know how to deal. Fjord's right, though. He couldn't speak this way to anyone else. ]

Fuck. That was... really unfair of me. I'm sorry.

[ Molly looks at the half-orc as the man steps into his place, and the way that voice has a pained edge to it is terrible. Sighing, he leans his head towards a pyjama top, resting his horns against the hidden abs. ]

I don't know how to handle this, Fjord. I can't lie or laugh my way out of how I feel and that just makes me feel like I'm not myself any more. Being an asshole is all I have left.

[ He pats Molly on the head between his horns, rests another hand on his shoulder to give a squeeze. ]

Nobody expects you to be an asshole. Nobody expects anything, they're over the moon to have you back because that's all that really matters to them. They missed you, not the performance of a man.

[ Molly's hair is soft, he absently notes as green fingers weave through the waves, smoothing them down in vain. ]

I missed you, you idiot.

[ That was a little bit soothing; Molly is a very touch-based creature in general. Sure, Yasha had essentially carried him around for an entire day when he was raised from the dead and he's had a million hugs (even from Beau!), but the fact that he just said a lot of hurtful things and Fjord still wanted to touch him shaved of another layer of the storm of anger and confusion inside of him. ]

...I missed you guys too. No time passed for my consciousness but I still missed you somehow.

Can I get a hug or do I have to use these super manly Paladin arms to hoist you out of that chair?

[ Fjord ruffles Molly's hair to try and lighten the mood. Not to avoid the issue, but perhaps ease it. ]

It's your choice but I may crush you into paste by accident.

Alright, alright. No need for threats.

[ He'll hug you, green man. Getting up from his seat, Molly wraps his arms around the half-orc and pats his back a bit. That previously squished tail end curls slightly around one of Fjord's ankles for good measure. ].

...you really got broader around those shoulders, didn't you? I really better be careful to not get squished.

[ It's a lighter mood, that's for sure. It's still hurting inside, but it's on manageable levels again. Hopefully that doesn't mean he's going to have to blow up on everyone he loves before this... post-revival whatever stops haunting him. ]

All the better to crush you with.

[ Fjord gives him a tight squeeze for a moment, relaxing his hold but still keeping one tiefling scooped up in his arms, hands running up and down his back. Caleb would be better for this perhaps, eloquent despite brutally honest. Jester might have cried and professed her undying love for Mollymauk and yelled at him right back. Anyone else but Fjord might do, really, but he's selfishly glad he's gotten to the core of the silent problem.

His lips rest against a horn, turning his head to nose into Molly's hair instead. ]

You don't miss the accent, do you? It's only by request, these days.

What?

[ Molly sounds a bit confused at first, but then smiles against Fjord's damn pyjama shirt. ]

...no, this suits you. I respect the idea of taking on another person's voice and mannerisms, I pretty much did the same with Gustav. I like how much more free this has made you, though.

[ Fjord seemed a lot more secure in himself. Still a bumbling awkward mess at times, but not with the shadow of whatever he was trying to prove to himself hanging over him any more. ]

You've done well, Fjord. I'm happy to see the good changes.

[ It still makes him feel like they're all different people now, but no matter his feelings about missing it all, growth was a good thing. ]

Thank you.

[ Molly's words stir his pride around the swelling anxiety in his chest for another reason, one so heavy he feels embarrassed in every inch of his burning face. ]

You don't know the half of it.

[ Fjord's sigh stirs dark curls as he leans back to see him and he slides a hand up a shoulder to cup a tattooed neck, thumb finding the divot of a jaw. The dim single candlelight catches in slit yellow eyes as he searches Molly's face, warring with himself on how to phrase what he needs to. ]

If you can't belong to the group just yet, how about you start with ... just me?

[ To try and make his meaning clearer, his gaze flickers to Molly's lips and back up again as his heart turns into a butterfly in his chest. ]

[ There's something going on in Fjord's head that he can't quite place right yet, waiting for the other man to get his thoughts in order and tell him what's up. That sigh is deep and meaningful, and Molly turns his up as those hands cup his chin like that. They're nice, big hands. Warm against his skin.

Then Fjord finally speaks his mind and Molly feels his breath catch a bit, the words echoing in his head. It's undeniable what Fjord is asking, especially with that look. Of course Molly's has had thoughts about almost everyone in the Nein, and he's definitely attracted to Fjord, having shared jokes, competition and room for quite a while (and part of why he liked tormenting the man by sleeping naked), but for the half-orc to want him is new.

It's a bad idea after everything he's just said while venting his frustration and hurt, but another part of Molly is aching for a distraction.

This is Fjord, though. He doubts the half-orc just wants to be a distraction.

...still. ]

I don't know if I can give you everything you're asking for.

[ He says, because he's Molly and he's a mess. Still, he leans up to press those wanted lips to green ones. Sweetly, testing. ]

[ He knows the kiss is coming but he still holds his breath for it, exhaling in a rush as soft lips part from his, the world under his lashes a blurry melting pot of red and lavender. Whereas before his heart was tripping over itself, now it feels as if the whole house has stopped moving around them, locking them together in this small, quiet moment. ]

Luckily for you, I only want what you're willing to give.

[ His nose rubs alongside Molly's, changing the angle as Fjord dares to steal a second kiss, this one firmer with a press of tusks as he cinches Molly closer. Just as lingering but not so shy. ]

[ It's a wonderful kiss and he finds himself fitting quite well between those endearing, grown tusks as they breath in each other's air after it has been stolen between their lips. That nose against his is dangerously sweet and Molly still worries that this might be a bad idea.

Then Fjord pulls him closer for a more intimate, wanting kiss and those thoughts die out and are replaced with the tip of his forked tongue begging entrance to a hot mouth.

He wants and it thrums through his body like a deep drink of a strong liquor. ]

[ Nothing is going to happen to Molly again, not as long as the Nein have anything to say about it, and right now that manifests as Fjord channels his own want into tracing the intriguing edge of that forked tongue before opening his mouth in a hot kiss and drawing it in, stroking over its heat with an inadvertent groan. He melts into him with shaky exhale and pulls Molly in with the hand in the small of his back so he's as close as can be, meeting the bulk of Fjord's body, feeling the lean-to as the half-orc lets an old attraction bubble up; the frustration of seeing a naked profile in their bedrooms, being invited to a fucking orgy, wet lavender skin in the public baths. Fjord slept in an inch of swampwater on the floor because he didn't trust himself in a bed with Molly, it got so bad to want him and so routine to deny Fjord felt anything; it wasn't right, men didn't want other men, a life of prejudice as a sailor taught him that. No one really wanted half-orcs, that was life itself's main rule.

Bullshit, all of it. He was just a coward.

He clutches a handful of curls to hold him steady, desire flaring hot and quick in his blood. It's the kiss Fjord regretted never giving him when Mollymauk was alive. ]

[ The more they kiss, the deeper and more urgent their tongues meet and hotly chase each others mouths, the more Mollymauk realizes this isn't a new thing. It went deeper than that, something Fjord had definitely been denying himself. Molly had written it off as the half-orc was straight, but it seems it was just a bad headspace. Something unlearned while he was six-feet-under.

He moans softly against those lips as Fjord grabs his hair like that, arching in closer and shamelessly pushing their bodies together even more. Definitely a turn-on. ]

How long... have you wanted this?

[ Molly whispers against Fjord, hands roaming over that broad chest. ]

[ Losing himself in what making out with Mollymauk is really like (dusty old fantasies are put thoroughly to shame) he arches in a moment after him to feel the way they fit together, barely holding in a moan of his own. Instead he ends up gasping for breath when the amorous kisses stop, licking the extra spit off his lips; messier than expected but so good. ]

I don't know, I tried not to think about it. You made me want things I thought I shouldn't and you were also my friend, I couldn't mess that up.

[ Unable to help himself, he takes a new line of kisses down the tiefling's jaw, tusks grazing the patterns of peacock feathers in a rough counterpoint to his lips as Fjord looms over him, the table behind Molly saving them from falling. ]

Weren't we friends? You're not going to say that's a lie too, right?

[ Molly might not know the Nein well anymore but they also never really knew him. ]

[ He tips his head a bit to the side to give Fjord room to do whatever the fuck he wanted to his jaw and neck, because the warmth it left was making his blood sing. ]

Mm... wanting something isn't bad, but I understand not wanting to mess it up.

[ Group dynamics and all that. Reasons he didn't try to jump beds with any Nein that would allow him to when they were still such a fragile group of people. (They weren't, not anymore.)

The table digs in a bit and he uses that circus flexibility to slide his butt up on it instead. It meant the half-orc could fit really nicely between his legs and rub against the hard line of his cock in those way-too-tight pants. ]

You are my friend, Fjord. That isn't a lie. It's just... like getting to know you all again.

[ He slips his hands under the pyjama shirt to run his nails over green skin. ]

I like this new you.

I thought it was bad at the time, bad for me ... [ He finds a pulse-point and lets Molly feel the press of two tusks over it, gentle but firm. ] I was an idiot.

[ The heat in the back of his neck races up a notch as Molly tugs him into the V of his spread legs, a noise battered out of his chest in surprise as a hard line presses up against the burgeoning evidence of his own arousal. The hand in Molly's hair tightens as he ducks his chin on a stifled groan, shivering when hands explore his oversensitive body. Nothing usually touches him except weapons. ]

Maybe we could, ah, move this elsewhere?

[ Molly smiles as Fjord asks them to go elsewhere. He thought he was going to get fucked on the table like this and traumatize the breakfast crew, but a bed is a lot more tempting. Grasping a handful of that shirt, he pulls himself off the table and to his feet. ]

My room.

[ It was one of the only ones that didn't share a wall with the other bedrooms, and Mollymauk Tealeaf is, without a doubt, loud in bed. It's too bad he can't Ethereal Step upwards through the ceiling to just immediately be there, but he can do so through Fjord, the kitchen walls and towards the stairs without having to go around it all.

The ghostly form grins, challenging as he disappears. Come and get him, Fjord. ]

Molly, gods damn it —!

[ That is the worst spell in existence, making Fjord grit his teeth and shudder as Molly steps into him and fucks off ostensibly to his bedroom. The dramatic asshole. Just to pay him back, Fjord takes the route back upstairs as quietly as possible, which means tiptoeing around the noisy floorboards. It takes him a good two minutes to make it back, especially en route from the landing, past the girls' room, to Molly's door where he invites himself in with a ready glare. ]

Really?

[ Flustered from the stress of possibly being caught with a semi outlined in his pants, he looks as green as if he's been fighting. ]

[ Molly takes his shirt off as he waits, and some of the more fragile jewelry. Limbering up a bit, the leggings follow, leaving him bare in the low light of a few lit candles. Just enough to see color for people with darkvision.

Fjord takes a little longer than he had imagined, and for a moment the tiefling is a little worried he'd scared him off - but then the door opens and a flushed palalock enters. Grinning like a pleased cat and stretching a bit to show off like the showman he is, Mollymauk steps closer. ]

What? You didn't enjoy the challenge?

[ He meets those lips for a kiss, fangs threatening a nip to that lower lip. ]

I'll make it up to you.

[ Licking his lips, Molly starts sinking down on his knees. ]

[ Pretending not to be distracted by a naked Molly is impossible, which he already knew from bathhouses a millennia ago but this, this is so much more different as the tiefling slides into his personal space for a kiss (the nip does things to Fjord's spine, melting it) then drops to his knees.

Absolute bravado and a lot of lust end up with Fjord gruffly sighing, ] If you want to get inside a man, it's polite to ask first.

[ ~~Snerk.~~ His fingers knead a prettily patterned shoulder, weaving through plum-dark curls until they find the base of a horn and run around that too, curious to a fault. If Fjord's allowed to touch, he absolutely will. ]

[ That comment definitely makes him laugh, his hands traveling down those hips to thumb at the hem of the pyjama pants. Teasing, playing with the fabric. ]

Duly noted. I'll hold you to that later.

[ Molly smirks and leans in, nuzzling the low stomach of Fjord's and looking up at him with full lashes, the red glow beneath hungry as those strong hands run through his hair and the calloused fingers slip around his horn base. He gasps sofly, pushing against the touch. ]

Yes, gods. You can hold them. I love that.

[ He quicklens his momentments, starting to slide off the pants with a hungry look. ]

[ Tomorrow, in revenge for the Ethereal Step, he's going to do something to those horns in plain view of the others. Right now, he sinks both hands into Molly's hair to run over his horns, back and forth along the curves, dark green nails running over their base where they connect. It's weird (he's never been with a tiefling before) but oddly erotic, touching Molly the way he would like to handling other parts of him, riling up enthusiasm for whatever Molly wants to do.

Fjord wants to ask him about so much. ]

Do you touch these when you're alone?

[ He just has to know now. It's a good distraction from stepping out of his own breeches and standing half-naked in his shirt. The usual dark green of his dick has hardened and with the foreskin slipping back there's a lighter gradient, almost a map of where he's most sensitive all along a thick seven inches. The ridges underneath have stiffened around his shaft to keep him erect so he shoots a prayer to the Wildmother that they won't be interrupted, the ache in his balls (larger than a human's, it's noticeable) settling like lead with Molly's pretty face hovering so close.

Fjord swallows, using the horns to experimentally steer Molly forward, seeing if he'll allow it. ]

I had a dream like this, once. Back then. [ Molly knows what he means, hair being petted. ] But you really are far more beautiful in person.

[ There's a content sigh from deep in Molly's chest as Fjord grabs his horns. There was no feeling in them other than at the bases (which those nails so perfectly rubbed) but the knowledge of being held like that was intensely erotic and sent thrills of pleasure through his body.

There's a grin from the tiefling as he's asked about it, and he lets his fingers travel down strong legs and distract by teasing the soft inside of thigh with his nose. ]

I like it better when someone does it for me.

[ Molly admits, and then Fjord does exactly what he wants. Guiding him closer towards that gorgeous cock that just begs to be tasted. Half-orcs really have gorgeous dicks, Molly thinks to himself as he grasps the base with his fine fingers, slipping his tongue out over the head with a sound that is borderline obscene in how pleased it is. ]

[ He's an absolute fool for not sitting down on the bed or leaning against the wall first because now he has to focus on standing up and that's torture. Fjord tries to keep his moan under wraps (the girls may not share a wall with Molly but they aren't that far away), watching as that forked tongue scrambles his ability to think of anything except how much he wants it to never leave. ]

Molly ...

[ Since Molly said he liked it so much when other people used his horns that's exactly what Fjord does, guiding him to the length of his shaft to put his mouth to better work than looking smug. ]

Watch those teeth.

[ Shooting him a look. ]

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