[ 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.
...but never this involved before. Never this planned, just a spur of the moment.
[ He winks and pulls the shirt off, revealing the wonders underneath. His waist is cinched tiny enough to probably let Fjord meet his fingertips around it, the ribbon in the back tied into a pretty bow.
The beautifully silk-hemmed brassiere is made for a body without breasts, so it fits perfectly over his pecs and help frame the tattoos on his shoulders.
Molly smiles again, almost predatory as he lifts one leg up on a chair and starts unbuckling his ridiculously high boots. ]
[ A nonsensical kernel of jealousy knots in his chest when he thinks of other people touching Molly, not just like this but in general. Especially like this, sure. He can't take his eyes off the way Molly carelessly undresses like he has all the time in the world, unhurried and beautiful, now making him regret saving those incredibly long boots that take forever to remove.
Fjord is only dimly aware of kneading the line of his cock where it strains against his half-opened pants. His mouth fucking waters, watching. ]
I can calmly and rationally say that I hate every single one of them.
You don't have to be jealous, love. They were nice people.
[ Most. There were always assholes, but he had claws and fangs before he had swords. Molly never did anything he didn't want to. ]
...and none of them touched me like you do.
[ There! Boots off and he's quick to continue by untying the pants in the back, cock straining against them just from this. Just from getting his clothes off to show the treat underneath, to feel powerful yet giving all in one. He would say beautiful, but Molly always feels that way with the half-orc, whether in saucy lingerie or messy bedhead in the morning.
There we go. Pants off and the wonders revealed - panties to match the brassiere, these with enough material to fit his cock... at least when it had been soft. Now it is pushing against the lace and that alone is a wonderful feeling. Garters and high, silky stockings complete the look and brings it together, and Molly grins at his lover with all the panache of a natural performer. ]
[ Molly is wise to tell Fjord to stay put, already rising to leave the bed. At the command he locks eyes with him and looks ready to disobey, wanting so much to touch, but he seems to rethink his options and slowly eases back down, gripping the blankets. What does he think? He thinks his dick is about to break off from how hard it is. ]
Come here and I'll show you what I think.
[ With his voice down an octave as he licks his lips, he smirks over with as much defiance as he can raise just to see what provoking Molly gets him. ]
[ The smile Fjord gets in return is both loving and cheeky, and his tail swishes slowly, almost as if it mimics the sway of hips. ]
In due time, baby.
[ He swaggers over to the nightstand and picks up a few small bottles, as well as the two large ones that had been written in orcish. ]
Now none of these are necessary because you fuck my brains out so damn good every time, but... I did find one I need to try.
[ He picks it up by leaning down over the table and lifting his tail just enough to show that there's something else there beneath the lovely red fabric. ]
'Multiple orgasms for those with dicks', she told me.
[ Rubbing a hand over his face as he tries his best to have patience, his eyes follow the sway of that tail right down to the way it coyly lifts and exposes a lacy ass in full view of Fjord across the room. If he ever gets his mouth on those panties he's going to eviscerate them.
Multiple ... ? I don't need that, he thinks, and then it clicks. Oh. ]
Trying to keep up?
[ He doesn't deserve the meal flaunting itself in front of him, still acting smug. That doesn't work as well as he would like when imagining being able to make Molly come over, and over ... and over. That's a challenge he can get behind. Literally. ]
I'm definitely trying to keep up. I love it when you use me like the slut I am, but crying out your name over and over as we both come more than once? Gods, Fjord. I want to keep up with you all fucking night, there's nothing hotter than the way you fill me over...and over again.
[ He pops the cork off and takes a small swig, putting it back. Then Molly picks up the normal lube, weighing it in his fingers for his lover's decision. He's so fucking aroused it almost hurts, but he's determined to keep this teasing going until the half-orc breaks or he's finished being a brat. ]
[ Every iota in him wants to move, but he doesn't. Fjord isn't the type to follow just anyone's instructions yet for Molly he remains where he is, obedient and attentive as he watches him knock back some of the potion. The lube selected isn't the one he expects, halfway anticipating something wildly weird, and that's when the ones in Orcish on the table draw his eye again.
He nods to the smaller, the one he said read Burns Pleasure Into The Mate. ]
Bring that over here.
[ Anything that makes Molly feel hot is worth a shot. ]
[ Molly grins again, and then he finally starts moving closer to the bed, tossing the well-stoppered lube to Fjord and then sliding into the half-orc's lap with a near-sob of pleasure to feel that body close to his own. He's so damn hard in those panties and he has to mentally apologize to his balls for this delay, immediately surging to kiss his boyfriend deeply. ]
I love you. Fuck, Fjord, baby... I want you so much...
[ He's not shamed to be desperate two seconds in, because this all turned him on just as much as it did Fjord. ]
[ The vial rolls out of his hand, momentarily forgotten as he moans into the kiss and runs his hands up stockinged thighs, catches on garters, rakes his nails up a corset to see how much give it has; he drags Molly in impatiently with a yank on the ass and drops backwards on the bed as his hips drive up on instinct to find the lace-wrapped cock above and rut right against it to deliver his boyfriend some relief, wanting to ease those needy sobs.
A slew of platitudes muffles between kisses as they melt into each other. I've got you, baby, I'll fuck you so good, I love you. The panties are the first to shred as he fists the fabric and hears a rrrip, palming the pert cheek beneath, and each silky brush of thigh-highs on his hips has Fjord's higher brain functions fleeing at a rapid rate. He reaches up through it all to cup Molly's face, sliding behind to run his fingers through soft hair. ]
[ That grind draws an obscene noise out of Molly and he mimics the movement, loving the drag of the lace between the heat of their bodies. It feels so good, the fabric making him hyperaware of his own skin and the pulse in his cock.
He breathes loving words against Fjord, hungrily letting his tongue explore that wonderful mouth and tickle with the twin prongs. Then the panties shred under those impatient hands and it's bliss. Knowing Fjord is so overcome with want that he destroys these pretty and expensive things like tissue paper.
The cup at his ass makes him whine again, and there's something hard under his tail. Apparently the place also sold plugs, and he'd been sitting on one all dinner. (Thankfully it's not very big.) ]
You... you are, you're so good to me, Fjord. I love you, fuck, you feel so good...
[ Thinking he'll get off to the pure sounds Molly makes is such a naive thought when, moments later, his fingers brush something hard right under that tail; he feels it out in mild alarm before realising what's been done, groaning as he gets a grip on the plug and slowly drags it out, nipping at soft lips so he can watch Molly's expression. ]
You're that greedy for my cock that you had this up here since we got back?
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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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[ It's the truth. ]
...but never this involved before. Never this planned, just a spur of the moment.
[ He winks and pulls the shirt off, revealing the wonders underneath. His waist is cinched tiny enough to probably let Fjord meet his fingertips around it, the ribbon in the back tied into a pretty bow.
The beautifully silk-hemmed brassiere is made for a body without breasts, so it fits perfectly over his pecs and help frame the tattoos on his shoulders.
Molly smiles again, almost predatory as he lifts one leg up on a chair and starts unbuckling his ridiculously high boots. ]
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Fjord is only dimly aware of kneading the line of his cock where it strains against his half-opened pants. His mouth fucking waters, watching. ]
I can calmly and rationally say that I hate every single one of them.
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[ Most. There were always assholes, but he had claws and fangs before he had swords. Molly never did anything he didn't want to. ]
...and none of them touched me like you do.
[ There! Boots off and he's quick to continue by untying the pants in the back, cock straining against them just from this. Just from getting his clothes off to show the treat underneath, to feel powerful yet giving all in one. He would say beautiful, but Molly always feels that way with the half-orc, whether in saucy lingerie or messy bedhead in the morning.
There we go. Pants off and the wonders revealed - panties to match the brassiere, these with enough material to fit his cock... at least when it had been soft. Now it is pushing against the lace and that alone is a wonderful feeling. Garters and high, silky stockings complete the look and brings it together, and Molly grins at his lover with all the panache of a natural performer. ]
Stay put. What do you think?
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Come here and I'll show you what I think.
[ With his voice down an octave as he licks his lips, he smirks over with as much defiance as he can raise just to see what provoking Molly gets him. ]
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In due time, baby.
[ He swaggers over to the nightstand and picks up a few small bottles, as well as the two large ones that had been written in orcish. ]
Now none of these are necessary because you fuck my brains out so damn good every time, but... I did find one I need to try.
[ He picks it up by leaning down over the table and lifting his tail just enough to show that there's something else there beneath the lovely red fabric. ]
'Multiple orgasms for those with dicks', she told me.
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Multiple ... ? I don't need that, he thinks, and then it clicks. Oh. ]
Trying to keep up?
[ He doesn't deserve the meal flaunting itself in front of him, still acting smug. That doesn't work as well as he would like when imagining being able to make Molly come over, and over ... and over. That's a challenge he can get behind. Literally. ]
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[ He pops the cork off and takes a small swig, putting it back. Then Molly picks up the normal lube, weighing it in his fingers for his lover's decision. He's so fucking aroused it almost hurts, but he's determined to keep this teasing going until the half-orc breaks or he's finished being a brat. ]
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He nods to the smaller, the one he said read Burns Pleasure Into The Mate. ]
Bring that over here.
[ Anything that makes Molly feel hot is worth a shot. ]
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[ Molly grins again, and then he finally starts moving closer to the bed, tossing the well-stoppered lube to Fjord and then sliding into the half-orc's lap with a near-sob of pleasure to feel that body close to his own. He's so damn hard in those panties and he has to mentally apologize to his balls for this delay, immediately surging to kiss his boyfriend deeply. ]
I love you. Fuck, Fjord, baby... I want you so much...
[ He's not shamed to be desperate two seconds in, because this all turned him on just as much as it did Fjord. ]
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A slew of platitudes muffles between kisses as they melt into each other. I've got you, baby, I'll fuck you so good, I love you. The panties are the first to shred as he fists the fabric and hears a rrrip, palming the pert cheek beneath, and each silky brush of thigh-highs on his hips has Fjord's higher brain functions fleeing at a rapid rate. He reaches up through it all to cup Molly's face, sliding behind to run his fingers through soft hair. ]
You're so fucking beautiful, so beautiful ...
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He breathes loving words against Fjord, hungrily letting his tongue explore that wonderful mouth and tickle with the twin prongs. Then the panties shred under those impatient hands and it's bliss. Knowing Fjord is so overcome with want that he destroys these pretty and expensive things like tissue paper.
The cup at his ass makes him whine again, and there's something hard under his tail. Apparently the place also sold plugs, and he'd been sitting on one all dinner. (Thankfully it's not very big.) ]
You... you are, you're so good to me, Fjord. I love you, fuck, you feel so good...
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You're that greedy for my cock that you had this up here since we got back?
[ That's ... wildly hot. ]
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