devilstongue | Open RP Post

[ 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. ]

[ He can lean to the door if he has to! Part of the fun is to see how jelly-legged he could get the half-orc like this, and how loud he can eventually coax him to be. Shame was not a thing on Molly's radar.

At those words and the look, he briefly flashes those sharp pearly whites - but as soon as Fjord guides him forward they disappear and are expertly covered as he takes that cock into his mouth. All the unique half-orc textures makes him moan around the hard flesh, and the girth is going to make his jaw ache in the best of ways after this.

His free hand wanders up to Fjord's ass, a shameless grope to one cheek both to have a nice grab and to push him in further to his mouth. He can take it, he's so hungry for it. For all of this.

... and at the same time, hoping it's not going to crash and burn. ]

[ Fuck the door, he'll suffer on his own two feet. Although, 'suffer' isn't really the right word, not at all. ]

Gods, fuck ... That's good, don't stop.

[ Better than good, Molly is turning Fjord almost the same shade of green all over as he blushes, a stuttered groan leaving him when he feels Molly dragging him in. Alright then. ]

You want it so bad?

[ His grip holds those horns still and Fjord (carefully, those teeth are hidden but he doesn't want to surprise them) thrusts into heat, loving how tight Molly's mouth is around him, how fucking perfect. Precome slathers over the tiefling's tongue, tension riding all through tensed thighs and taut abs as Fjord moves. ]

[ Fjord is so lovely like this, blushing yet clear in what he wants, understanding the not-so-subtle hints from Molly. He does want it badly, and as soon as those hips starts to move a bit and he can taste the precome, his eyes close in bliss and he puts both his hands on that perfect ass.

Sure, he likes going down on people a lot, but this? This isn't just a fling with someone he picks up or pays for. This is Fjord and that means so much more. It adds a thrum of his heart at every pull of his horns and buck of hips.

He swallows greedily around that erection, pressing the split of his tongue against the soft underside and then bobbing his head further, letting that gorgeous, textured head visit his throat briefly. Fjord is a little thicker than what he's used to, but Molly isn't going to let that stop him. He's spent a lot of time perfecting this. ]

[ He knew Molly would be good at this. Fjord is reduced to a panting mess above him as he rides that forked tongue, fingers slipping off one horn and into curls to grasp and show his appreciation, petting the gorgeous man devoted to sucking his cock. Shivers race through him each time Molly lets Fjord go a little farther into the tight squeeze of his throat, able to make him come if he stands there much longer and, as blissful as it is, he wants far more tonight: if he's allowed it. ]

Molls ... Molly, that's enough, don't make me come like this. Get up here.

[ Tugging on horns and hair each, desperate to have him without kissing distance. He could lose his mind and let things continue as they are but that feels too one-sided for them, this isn't transactional or purely physical; he wants to be with Molly, not just his mouth. ]

[ Molly slides off that cock with a soft sound of protest, but he follows Fjord's lead and stands up. Smiling, he licks precome and saliva off his lips and looks at the half-orc with both fondness and heat. He was getting off on sucking cock just as much as Fjord was enjoying it, so this wasn't as one-sided as he might think.

Still, he's more than happy to change it up. ]

How do you want to come, Fjord?

[ He asks, voice breathy and longing. He's definitely 'warmed up', slim body quickly leaning against the half-orc's as kisses are placed under his jaw. He slips his tongue over a pointed earlobe and then whispers; ]

I know I want you inside of me.

[ Greedy brat. ]

[ He leans into Molly so naturally it's as if this isn't their first time, tilting his head into the lips teasing his ear. Oh, he wants that too, he and his dick are in perfect agreement as it twitches, achingly cold without that tongue on it. ]

Ask me nicely and I might be.

[ Since Molly's in a playful mood tonight, Fjord traces lines down the tiefling's sides until he reaches his thighs then hoists him up, carrying him over to the bed. If he adds a slow twirl into the mix then it's definitely not to delight Molly and probably just to avoid his breeches on the floor. Yes. ]

[ It is really easy, Molly notices. No hesitation any more, no worries. It might still bite them in the ass in the morning, but right now this just felt so good. How could he not want this? How could he not want Fjord?

There's a bit of a surprised gasp from the tiefling as he's lifted, that tail coming to wrap around Fjord's waits together with his legs for extra security. He doesn't need it, it seems, as the half-orc carries him around easily. Molly laughs, joy on his pretty features as he's twirled around like that. Oh, he loves the play, the game, the laughter in bed. It's what sex was all supposed to be. Joy.

Once deposited in said bed (pillows flying everywhere), he pulls Fjord down with him to let their lips meet again before he smirks against a green cheek. ]

Do you want me to beg, Fjord? To claw and whine and ache for your cock? I want you to fill me, I want you to fuck me soo good that I'll still feel it tomorrow.

[ That earlobe is nipped again, and Fjord can probably feel his shit-eating grin. ]

Please.

[ He grins along with Molly's laughter and crawls on top of him once they hit the bed, huffing as he gives him a flat, unamused (his persistent smile lies!) look while stripping off his shirt. Fjord rests his elbows either side of him and lets Molly feel the brush of his body as he grinds down, cocks trapped together under the weight of his slowly rolling hips, rewarding the dirty-talk with friction and a Tsk. The imagery works him up too but his goal is to wrangle one lush tiefling into behaving, starting by shaking his ear free before he caves. ]

If you think you're still going to be forming words when you're begging me not to stop, we've got a problem.

[ Molly arches immediately as they rub together, a laugh that ends in a moan escaping his lips. Gods, Fjord was gorgeous and that chest just needed a tongue on it. He wanted to worship every muscle there and kiss the scar in the middle that matched his own, but those rolling hips is short circuiting his brain a little bit and he's 'trapped' underneath him.

It's not easy to get Mollymauk Tealeaf to behave, not when there's something he wants and a need to tease - but Fjord's stab at dirty talk is pretty damn good. ]

I'm pretty hard to shut up, darling. We'll see if you're up for the task.

[ He says with a wink, and then gestures to his nightstand. There's a bottle there, anonymous and simple between all the fancy things he uses to look prettier than he already is. ]

Put your fingers in me, Fjord. Open me up for that big cock.

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