devilstongue | Open RP Post

[ 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.

[ He does a good job of looking exasperated at Molly's blatant flirting, snatching up the bottle and completely ignoring those demands as he kneels between those spread legs. ]

Why the rush? If I go anywhere it'll be across the hall back to my own bed, I'm sure you'd find me.

[ Fjord finds Molly's tail and drapes it over his lap as he spills some of the oil onto his hands, a green mountain of a half-orc settled contemplatively between pretty lavender thighs. He snags the tail and, looking down at its owner, licks a line up the thinnest section where he healed the bones, kisses slathering the ropey limb as he closes his lips around it in a hard suck. Oily hands stroke the spade between a thumb and forefinger, squeeze the thicker half closer to where it disappears under Molly's ass. ]

Whatever happened to foreplay?

[ Oh. Oh. This was more than just a quickie?!

Molly's red eyes widen a bit in surprise and delight, wiggling a bit to spread himself wider as the half-orc settles between his legs, challenging Fjord take it further. Then his tail is caught and the tiefling zeroes in on that, worrying his lower lip with his teeth as Fjord puts his mouth on it, kissing and licking in a way that makes both the tail and Mollymauk quiver. Oh no, he was in trouble now.

The way Fjord sucks on that fine skin draws another breathy moan from Molly, speechless at this new game that he didn't expect. How the half-orc zeroed in on his tail being a weak spot both physically and sexually he has no idea, but Molly's fucked. Metaphorically.

The oil makes those fingers slide so well over the spade in a way that makes it twitch almost the same way as his cock, and when Fjord squeezes the lower end those red eyes roll back into his head. ]

Fuck.

[ He arches on the bed again, stretching that lithe muscle and digging his nails into the covers. Honestly this was quite unfair, Fjord doesn't have extra appendages he could ruin him with like this! ]

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There you go, look how sweet you can be.

[ Just because he wants to fuck him isn't to say he won't drag it out as much as possible. The tail is a fresh point of interest after the accident downstairs, the drag of his tongue over it like he might be licking the bones better, soft kitten-kisses teasing their way down its length. As his head lowers to transfer kisses to the base of a neglected cock, he massages his way up to the root of Molly's tail and rubs the pad of his thumb where it joins his body in a hot little secret spot usually hidden underneath. It's a convenient route leading down the crack of his ass, but that can wait.

Fjord watches his face for reactions, glancing up the length of a lovely body while bussing kisses over a shaft. ]

Don't get me wrong, I want to fuck you. I will. But first, I want to touch you in all the places no one else has lately.

[ And fucking own them. ]

[ Molly laughs at that, amused and happy to see this playful side of Fjord. The man is hellbent on destroying him, though, as proven when the half-orc keeps playing with his tail like that. How is he supposed to keep being a brat when that's going on?

The further down he goes the more Molly's breath hitches, and when the attention is switched to his cock he has to choke down a curse as the kisses splay over the ridges on the base and makes the more arrow-pointed head turn a deeper purple with want. ]

Fjord! [ He whines, the rest of his tail wrapping around the half-orc's arm as he moves even lower - past the knobs on his upper tail and all the way to the very base. That in itself makes him quake, but then thumbing where the softest and most hidden part of him is? It makes him tear the sheets with his nails as he makes a loud, shameless sound of pleasure.

Definitely a good spot. ]

[ It feels so good to get Molly to shut up, Fjord will be bouncing around at breakfast in the best mood he's been in for weeks. Every detail is memorised: how Molly's cock differs from his own (pretty), the snag of that tail locking his arm in place ...

As he keeps applying pressure to the thin, soft skin underneath Molly's tail that has him yowling like a cat, Fjord uses his other hand to run up the seam of pert cheeks and find a cute hole, blushing as furiously as the rest of Molly when a green finger presses in to the first knuckle, forcing the tiefling open around its gradual thrust.

With his ass and tail being treated to special attention, Fjord murmurs over the bowed curve of a cock and interjects his words with silky-wet kisses from roaming lips. ]

The funny thing about being a Warlock and a Paladin is that you have to learn how to ... multitask. How am I doing, Molls?

[ If Molly can't be a brat, Fjord will gladly pick up the slack. ]

Oh, fuck you, you bastard... [ He hisses, but every word is hot and fully of want and hints of praise. ] How are you so good at this!?

[ Molly's a bit overwhelmed by this whirl of pleasure, but there's a focus point now as that finger slips into him. Its grounding him a bit as the rest of his body is assaulted by such wonderful sensations from different directions. He meets the digit with his hips, trying to force it deeper as he takes his hands from the poor sheet and buries them in Fjord's hair instead.

Few people went for the tail in any other way than to tug it at times or suck on the tip, but Fjord was systematically destroying him with how he plays with it, and all Molly can do is enjoy the ride.

Which he definitely does. It was just very unexpected to be the one that was speechless and begging. ]

Had to distract an evil, powerful pirate. She took a lot of work.

[ His mouth slips over the tip of that tapered cock to suck on the darkened crown as Fjord gives Molly more of his finger, starting to fuck him as deep as it can go to the same steady pace. To prove he's absolutely the bastard Molly thinks he is, he times one long swallow with a stroke over the bumps of that equally hot tail, all while Molly's tight ass is being worked open. ]

[ Right. That bitch. He wasn't fond of that part of the pirate story at all - not for any jealousy-related reasons, but because Fjord had been alone with a dangerous person and doing something he wasn't wholeheartedly in to.

This, though? He'd give her a salute as thanks if it wasn't for his fingers desperately grasping black hair.

It's like Fjord wants him to go mad like this, and he can't stop the sounds being dragged out of him from each thrust of that finger or that mouth around his cock. That deeper swallow is amazing, and when Fjord times it like that pleasure crests all through Mollymauk's body and it's a miracle he doesn't come. ]

Please!

[ It's the cry he was waiting for. Victory. ]

I've got you, it's okay. You're doing so well.

[ One finger turns into two, probing the same curve that sinks into heat like he's never known. He gives Molly a break from all the tail-play and leans up to kiss those desperate lips, letting him focus purely on being stretched. He's gorgeous normally, of course, but wanton like this is a whole other matter and Fjord is so hard it hurts. He sends a silent apology to his balls, determined not to rush and fuck his friend without proper care.

Reassurance melts into the kisses, edged with approving hums over the obscene sound of slick foreplay. ]

Next time you want to sit in the kitchen, in the dark, all alone, [ thick fingers curl, rubbing Molly insistently from the inside-out to get his attention, ] you come to me and I'll fuck the moodiness out of you. Got it?

[ Or hold him and cuddle until they fall asleep, but that's not relevant right now. ]

[ Yes, yes, yes, he wants those lips, he wants that finger, he wants all of it. He meets that kiss hungrily, grateful for the bit of reprieve from his tail when that second finger breaches him and joins the other. He's tight around those digits, but comfortably so since he likes riding his own in private moments.

Molly kisses Fjord hotly and a little ferociously with those fangs ready to nip and pull at a lower lip but trying to not break the skin. The half-orc is saying such sweet things and those red eyes pay full attention now, the playful teasing and the Mollymauk Tealeaf spiritual need to be an asshole tamed momentarily.

He doesn't know how often Molly's in that mood, though, and the tiefling doesn't want to know how long it takes for Fjord to turn him away if he allows himself to do as directed. The mix of being a depressed bastard and an insatiable slut is not something that he expect anyone to handle.

Tonight is different, though. Right now all his thoughts are on how good this feels and how good Fjord is to him. ]

Yes. [ He says, breathless. ] I got it.

[ The swell of emotion leaves him breathless during the hungry kisses they exchange and Fjord gets a little rougher, meeting the arch of hips with harder thrusts. He has to break the kiss to look down at him with more than a little adoration in the softness of his eyes, voice rough. ]

Can you take me now?

[ He rears back on his knees to ease his fingers free and replace them with the head of his cock, far thicker. He strokes himself to take the edge off and coat rigid green in oil, glancing back up at Molly; Fjord lets him feel the hot, blunt pressure, grasping a lavender thigh to ground himself. ]

[ That look in Fjord's eyes feels like a punch to his heart and Molly can't help the smile it draws from him; unusually genuine rather than the cocky smirks. Those words a like a balm to his soul as well, promising what he wanted since down in that kitchen. That thick cock opening him up, pushing inside and claiming him.

He nods ferociously, nails digging into whatever he can grab as he feels that head against him, slick and wonderful and perfect that makes him spreads his legs further to hungrily accommodate it all. ]

Pleasepleaseplease...

[ He needs it like he needs air, tail wrapping around one of Fjord's thighs as he tries to bear down and take him if the half-orc doesn't push into him quick enough. ]

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