devilstongue | Open RP Post

[ They pause the moment and Molly takes it to wipe 'blood' off his face so he can see again. Fjord's voice sounded very upset and he wasn't sure what was IC or not, so he gives the half-orc a little smile.

...which is honestly just gruesome with all that corn syrup blood.

Somewhere in the back Yasha is screaming loudly, very into her barbarian thing and pummeling the shit out of some disgusting 'blob' monster with her giant sword. ]

[ It's such a disturbing sight to see; he didn't think he'd have to look at a blood-stained Mollymauk today, it was all for fun and maybe they would stroll to the tavern after this and laugh about the battle, but that won't happen if Jaffe doesn't get his tail back sharpish. He doesn't want Molly to leave the field and Tal to be dead.

So he looks worried and his frown only softens a little as he manages a sad smile, glancing over sharply to the sound of Caduceus running over. ]

Get a diamond out, he's dead!

[ Molly quickly goes limp again as they continue - a little overdramatically so, but still. That just seemed like the Mollymauk motto.

Jaffe gets back just in time to cast some kind of spell to lengthen the time he has to save Tal, and starts doing some very fancy ritual that ends with silver glitter on Molly's body, quickly mixed into the mess everywhere, and Matt rolling a dice on his phone.

'Tal's soul returns to his body, and he is resurrected!'

Close call, good thing they had a cleric. ]

Oh, thank fuck. Okay, I knock out this motherfucker behind me [ with an apology to the guy loosely holding onto his arm, who steps back when Matt rolls a strength check for Fjord ] and I ... I look around for Lorenzo. Do I see him?

[ You do, he's not hard to miss, says Matt, and there is the Lorenzo player about twenty feet away engaged in combat with someone else.

Fjord scowls. ]

I cast Divine Smite and want to deal radiant damage.

[ Molly's helped to his feet by Caduceus, who does more 'healing'. Tal thanks Jaffe with a hug and then stands back a bit to watch Fjord - Travis - call divine retribution down on this guy.

Yasha veers in from the left to grab him into her arms, and Molly has to both tell her and 'Ashlee' that he's okay. At least he had told her ahead of time about the fake blood, or she would probably be having an episode by now.

All in all, it's all his little drama-loving heart desires. ]

[ Fjord proceeds to throw all his pissed off mood at Lorenzo (and a little at the player who is a real dick for killing a newbie, it's been obvious all day Tal is a fresh face) with some wrath from his patron goddess courtesy of Matt's elaborate storytelling. He suffers a nasty beat-down but manages to actually kill Lorenzo between a mix of outright attacks with the Star Razor and Eldritch Blasting him in succession, in the face, because Travis is petty like that.

He gets his armour sprayed in 'gore' and doesn't even bitch about it on the stomping stride back to his friends, huffing his triumph. It's very satisfying to see Lorenzo's player get walked off the field. ]

... Right. Good. Are we winning the battle?

[ Molly runs to meet Fjord, throwing his arms around him and pulling him into a kiss - before he realizes he wasn't quite supposed to do that. He whispers 'whoops' under his breath, letting go of Fjord. Too late, though, as some people are cheering at them.

Nothing like a war and a love story, after all.

...gods, he tastes horrible with that fake blood. ]

[ Taken by surprise when charged and kissed, he wraps an arm around Molly to catch his weight and rests the wrist of the hand holding his sword by a hip to steady him. The fake blood tastes awful, truly, so he takes a moment to spit it to one side before going in for another kiss that surges with relief and happiness to have saved his sorta-boyfriend. Kind of.

Fjord murmurs against a cheek when he catches his breath, ] You promised to tell me all about the carnival later. Couldn't let you get out of that.

[ That reply makes him laugh a little, wiping more blood off his face before kissing Fjord again. Oh yeah, he could see this being a good love story.

Love...

The rest of the battle is won after Lorenzo and the blob are down, and everyone starts to head to the tavern or their tents. Molly is in his best of moods as they all drink to the victory inside the tavern, loudly telling his tale to people and making it more outrageous each time.

Now and then, he looks at Fjord with a smile, and once things have calmed down a bit, he comes to take the great paladin's hand for a chaste kiss. ]

You kept your promise, Travis. I am eternally grateful.

[ With the ale and mead (and mixers, he suspects) doing the rounds in the tavern, he's one of the last people mostly sober by the time Molly is done exhausting his tale. Buzzed but not drunk, he follows up that sweet kiss to his hand with one off-centre of Molly's lips. ]

I'm liking the show of your gratitude so far. Does it come in any other flavours?

[ Leaaaaning in, nose running over a warm purple-plum cheek. ]

[ Molly's definitely drunk, but surprisingly not as badly as you'd think for someone excited to drink as much ye olde IPA as possible - probably because he was busy telling his story so many times.

That sweet little peck and then the way Fjord leans to his skin is lovely, and Molly smiles as he strokes his fingers through that salt-and-pepper hair. It all feels so nice, and he definitely understands why Fjord likes it. ]

Any flavor you'd like, Sir Knight. I may be no fair, innocent maiden that you have saved, but my heart you've captured, still.

[ Molly is tipsy enough that Fjord decides then and there to gather the group and ship them off to their tents for the night. They need to wash and have dinner, anyway. ]

You're by far the fairest to my eyes.

[ Caduceus is a bit woosy but Yasha seems solid on her feet as Fjord flags her down with a significant look at Molly, and it doesn't take much for excuses to be made to get them all off the main playing ground and into the OOC field. Players are laughing and shedding their costumes along the way around them, campfires and gas stoves turning the place into a cheerful affair so it doesn't really feel like leaving the game behind at all.

Except for the part where he can shed his armour with a groan, flopping in a folding chair so as to take off his huge boots. ]

Oh, fuck. My feet are killing. Did everyone have a good day, on the whole?

[ Molly talks about everything and nothing as they walk back, and it's probably good that they're heading to the OOC area since he doesn't quite remember to be IC at all by the time they are at the tent. He tosses off some of his stuff and gets a towel and some water to clean his face and chest off, stuffing the rest in a plastic bag.

He's still a little stain here and there as he comes out again, giving Yasha's head a kiss and then slinking in between everyone to help make food and not really contributing at anything but being in the way, to be honest. ]

It was amazing! I had a lot of fun. Did you see the elf guy with the robe? Or, like that the shopkeeper had three identical brothers? And-

[ Yasha agrees that she had fun as well, and talks a little bit about the blob monster while they eat. Slowly, Molly is drawn to Fjord's side like a magnetic pull, and is soon eating shitty hot dogs with his head on a half-orc knee. ]

[ Life is so much nicer in joggers and a tee, freshened up with a few wet-wipes before he rejoins the group for dinner, true camping chic. It's natural for his hand to gravitate around the base of a horn and spread his fingers out into a nest of curls, lightly rubbing around the base as Molly dozes, filling his belly. ]

Pumat's amazing, I love his character so much. There was a new guy who went by the King Who Crawls, did you see him? Weird slimy fellow.

[ A discussion breaks out over whether the worm-king is a crew plot to stir drama, with Fjord zoning out halfway to place a kiss on the horn leaning on his knee. That's when Yasha, more tactful than all three of them around the stove combined, asks Caduceus if he would take a walk around the camp and introduce her to some more people; Fjord shares a grateful look with her, something simmering in his blood kicking up a notch as he washes down his hotdog with a beer. Once those two have wandered off, he sits up and gives Molly's shoulder a squeeze. ]

Hey, uh. Do you want to hang out for a bit in my tent?

[ Subtle as a brick. ]

[ It's a really nice end to a pretty awesome day, and he has the best seat in the house as he snuggles against Fjord's leg and happily feels those fingers in his hair and by the horn. It's like it spreads happiness through his whole body, and he chats a bit about the new character before he dozes off a bit, only snapping back to attention when there's a little squeeze to his arm.

Once the question sinks in, though, the tiefling is smiling at once. ]

Oh, I definitely want that, love.

[ Very subtle as well, especially the way Molly's tongue sweeps over his lips as he stands up (a little wiggly but stable) and then takes Fjord's hand. ]

[ Their friends are gone and there's only the electric lamp in his tent to light any shadows as he leads Molly, lips licked enticingly and all, inside where Fjord sinks down and tugs on his hand to draw the tiefling into his lap. The camp is a muted hum of music and voices as the flaps fall shut behind them and he sees Molly in a chiaroscuro that makes him look beautiful and demonic in one, so lovely with his soft hair and sharp horns and glinting eyes that it makes something ache, deep in Fjord, to have him, and he does so as he leans up to capture a searing kiss. What air from the field that lingers is cool inside the tent but his mouth is hot as he opens up to him, hands running around a slim waist that he's seen on videos countless times and imagined touching a thousand more, intending to gather Molly in as close as possible.

Fjord doesn't say anything because there isn't anything to say, he wants him and makes that obvious, helpless to do anything else. ]

[ Molly's heart throbs in his chest as they head for the tent, which is strange and new for something like a hookup like this. Part of him is so into finally getting to touch the half-orc that has been on his mind every time he makes videos and every time his voice and text come through. Molly wants him so much... but did that mean it would be over after this?

He doesn't want it to be; he wants there to be gym dates and lunches and more of this dramatic acting on a damn field and then having ale and hot dogs. He wants the whole romantic package.

Nobody wants that from him, though.

...and then all those thoughts immediately go away as he's tugged into a lap and lips stolen into a kiss that takes his breath away. The tiefling hungrily puts his arms around Fjord and melts against him, wanting every inch of them touching. ]

Yes... please.

[ His blood heats with Molly murmuring pleas into his mouth and he wraps him up in his arms to kiss him deeply, a low noise lodged in Fjord's chest filling the spaces between tongues and lips. He's conscious of his own woosiness, which is barely anything, but it's just enough to remind him Molly has drank more by comparison and he pulls one hand away to ferret his phone out of his sleeping-bag.

He pulls out of the kiss to hit record on audio, looking back up to Molly. ]

Leave a note so that you know you wanted this in the morning. Whatever happens.

[ Fjord promised no sex during this trip but he'll give Molly whatever he wants, gazing up at him in the lamplight as the heat of parted thighs clutches the outside of his hips. He's already growing hard under the seat of Molly's pants and it'll get more difficult not to the more they do, but for now ...

Molly said he likes to have his own reassurances after first times. This is important. ]

[ Oh. Oh. He's so fucking endeared by this thoughtfulness, stealing another soft kiss before he leans towards the phone. ]

This is Molly for future Molly. I'm a little drunk but that's okay! I'm going to make out with.... with what I would like to call my boyfriend.

[ He looks back at Fjord, something vulnerable in his eyes. Please? ]

Fjord. Maybe more but I didn't bring condoms to a fucking camp, but it's so good just to kiss him like this. I'm happy.

[ With that, he looks at Fjord again, wanting to back to kissing but waiting for a confirmation of some sort. ]

[ His smile feels so dopey but that's just his life now, zooming between ridiculously turned-on and endeared so fast that his dick only knows the direction up. Molly gets his kiss, softer as Fjord speaks into the phone. ]

Hello, Molly, this is your boyfriend. Fjord. [ Yes, is his answer. ] And I brought everything because Caduceus made me a horrendously embarrassing stay safe package that I will never live down accepting just to get him to stop waving the bloody thing around.

[ Laughter bubbles up, nuzzling his way down Molly's neck so he doesn't need to look at him in his moment of oh god why. The message is saved, phone tossed, and he goes back to running his hands up those long legs as he memorises the swell of Molly's ass. ]

Not that we'll, ah, need it all, but ... Just letting you know your options.

[ All of that makes Molly laugh, and he watches so fondly as Fjord tosses the phone aside and touches him again. It's perfect and wonderful and he's a greedy person who wants everything. Even if that meant kicking Caduceus out for the night.

Stay safe package. Bless that man. ]

I want you. Everything about you. Fuck, Fjord, do you know how many times I've touched myself thinking of you? How many times it made me hard to just imagine your hands on me like this? Every photo, every video I pretend it's just for you and it gets me off every time.

[ He takes his shirt off, pulling it over his head and trying to not get his horns stuck in it. The low light doesn't show the colors, but there's flowers all over his side, mixed with that peacock and snake, and a sun and moon blanketing his other shoulder. Scars everywhere, the texture of them breaking up his soft skin. ]

You promised to tell me what you like.

[ His voice cracks breathlessly. ]

You can't just say shit like that.

[ It all goes right to his dick that grinds up into the delicious curve of that ass as Molly squirms in a bid to get shirtless. Fjord is immediately drawn to a wealth of exposed skin and he drags open-mouthed kisses messily down a throat and chest, grazing the curve of a pec with his tusks and palming his way up to feel all those decorated scars. ]

I like you, every single inch ...

I just di- mmm...

[ Molly groans softly as that mouth is on him, and then those lovely big hands coming to explore. Those scars are all over his upper torso and arms, especially at the back of his neck and the lower arms. Some are sensitive and makes him shudder and press closer as those fingers slide over them, and others are dead, nerves cut and unreactive.

The feeling of that hardness pressing up against him makes molly grin, and he coils his tail back a bit and rubs the cleft of his ass against that nice cock. ]

I like every part of you too. You are so fucking hot, Fjord.

[ With that, he reaches out to tug at the half-orc's shirt as well, because clothes are such a turnoff right now. ]

[ If he could taste every scar it wouldn't be enough, smiling into the heat radiating off Molly's skin as he nuzzles back in. The way Molly ruts down short-circuits something in his brain and he groans, yanking his tshirt off to let Molly have at the broadness of his own dark-haired, downy chest, occasional scars dappled around. The difference in their frames is all the more obvious like this with Molly beautiful and lean and Fjord thickset, the perfect chair for that cute ass.

One of his wandering hands finds the base of that tail where it protrudes through Molly's trousers and, never having been with someone who had one before, he strokes experimentally down the ridges along the thicker base before it tapers off, slender and wild. If Molly's going to dirty-talk and rile him up the least he can do is try out the same tactic, sealing his mouth over a nipple with luxuriously happy licks, slow and firm like the caress of his hand and the drag of his erection when slowly ridden. He savours Molly the way he's been dreaming of, unhurried but no less ardent. ]

I want to be inside you so badly, you've got no idea. Watching you come on those videos and not being able to touch ... Fuck. You've got the prettiest cock, baby.

[ Molly immediately runs his fingers through that dark chest hair and over the muscle there, marvelling in the difference between them and so damn turned on by it. He's about to taste a patch of green skin when those hands find his tail, and instead he whines as it is touched, hips pushing forward against his pretty half-orc seat. It sends a shudder through his entire spine and his fingers drag down a perfect green stomach.

It suddenly really dawns on Molly that Fjord has seen his videos and pictures. He's seen the things Molly likes, what he does to get himself hot and bothered, and it is quite obvious in the way he leans in to put his lips around a nipple and laving it with his tongue like that. It draws full moan out of the tiefling, hands traveling from chest hair to the lovely locks on his head. The little nub hardens under a warm tongue and his dick is jealous.

Once Fjord speaks, he's already so stupidly turned on, and it's a hassle to twist and tug his pants down enough to show said pretty cock, hard and already leaking a bit to have made a sticky wet spot on his underwear. ]

I want...fuck, I want to see yours too, Fjord. It already feels so good, so big, I want it in me. Where's that care package?

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