devilstongue | Open RP Post

[ 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?

[ I want to have you in a bed, surrounded in gold flowers, he wants to say. I want to show you how much you mean to me. You're worth so much more than a fuck in a field.

But he's hard as a rock and Molly is whining and his cock is out, tail exchanged for that lovely erection in Fjord's palm as he strokes him from base to tip and thumbs over the slit, coaxing out wetness. He pants hot and harsh against a scarred sternum; his mind is a scrambled mess and nothing matters as much as crawling inside this infernal tiefling and fucking him into the ground while those greedy hands run all over him; it's so, so hard to get his thoughts in order while Molly is begging Fjord to do exactly what they both want.

A gruff growl uncharacteristically sticks in his throat as he grabs blindly at the side of the tent for the rucksack with a zipper-bag inside, spilling the contents across the sleeping bag at their side as he finds the lube and condoms. He has to drop them and release his hold on Molly's pretty dick to yank down those pants, tugging them low enough to expose the cleft of an ass he's sorry to say he hasn't yet seen in person; thick fingers slather the lube down between those pert cheeks, artlessly rubbing their way to a hot little hole where one tip probes for entry, gentle but insistent.

All the while he lays kisses on a bare neck and chest, mouthing his way along a jaw with his concentration elsewhere. ]

Grab a condom.

[ His hands are too slick to do more than paw apart Molly's ass and finger him open, blood thundering in Fjord's ears. This is so reckless and he doesn't care, all he wants is Molly. ]

[ Molly loses higher thought functions for a moment as that hand is on him, big and lovely and stroking him like that. He grabs at Fjord, hands wandering over neck and down over his shoulders and back, pushing himself closer with a smile. Fuck, he wants this so badly, and it seems right on brand for what a mess he is to have sex for the first time with his first actual boyfriend in a fucking tent surrounded by nerds.

Not super romantic.

He's so damn turned on, though, and it's almost torture when Fjord starts grabbing for the backpack and tossing things everywhere instead of touching him. It's very quickly made up for by the yank at his pants, though, and he moans shamelessly into his neck as he feels that slick wetness pushed against his hole and then slowly sinking in. ]

Yes! Fuck yes, Fjord, gods, let me...

[ He reaches for the condom and tears the package to get it out. Normally he would have at least one for every non-human-shaped cock in his wallet, so he wasn't completely new to how half-orc versions work.

It's hard for him to not just start fucking himself on that finger, but Molly's going for those pants instead. ]

[ Romance depends on honesty, he will later tell himself, and he's never let go of his inhibitions like this before, no one has made him want them so badly that his hands shake as he works them open. Molly is unique in a lot of ways, not least the effect he has on Fjord's common-sense (crumbling it to nothing with a simple, sweet moan).

The condoms are, thanks to Caduceus's stringent concerns, all made for half-orcs and have Extra Swell stamped on the packaging, which is mortifying to know Caduceus has seen but reassuring since it means they won't have to switch out for a new one once Fjord comes once, something he isn't sure how to casually drop into conversation at this point. He's hard as a rock once Molly splits his pants open and that's all they need, he doesn't have the patience for more, glancing down to see a pretty purple cock rubbing precome into the hairs of his navel up against the thicker, longer length of himself, ridges starting to stand out along the shaft. Molly's tapered and lovely just like any tiefling would be (who knows), while Fjord leans more orcish than human in that department, cock textured and balls heavy.

He can barely keep his eyes open when he looks up at the vision in his lap, knuckles-deep in slick heat that he fucks almost absently. ]

You still okay with this? With me?

[ The fact he feels the need to ask speaks to past experiences that don't matter here, but which have shaped the way he views himself. ]

[ Molly's riding that hand shamelessly, and it's absolutely wonderful to feel that light stretch and muscles yielding quickly to those fingers. His eyes are heavy-lidded, a slight red glow from his darkvision reflected under thick lashes, mouth slightly open with that two-pronged tongue resting slightly against lower fangs.

The first view of Fjord's cock is wonderful, even in the bad lighting. It's gorgeous and Mollymauk is quick to get his hand around it, a soft moan leaving him as he feels the textured shape, the ridges hardening and everything just wanting to make him drool.

He's about to slide the condom on when Fjord speaks again, and it takes him somewhat sex-and-alcohol-buzzed brain to catch up. Stopping, Molly reaches for Fjord's cheek to stroke it gently. ]

I'm more than okay with this - [ ...and he gestures to the condom and everything, hips slowly raising a lowering again on those fingers. ] And you... fuck, Fjord, you're so good. I really like you. You're funny and gentle and really damn attractive.

[ He glances down at that pretty dick again, and then expertly slides the condom on. ]

I don't want anyone else.

[ For Molly, the professional slut, that's a big thing. ]

[ He doesn't know how there's enough blood left in his body for Molly's words to make his heart ache the way it does, wishing he was eloquent so he could say all of that back in a dozen different ways but distracted by the way Molly rides his fingers. His breath catches in surprise as the condom is expertly applied, another new thrill shooting south to make him twitch. ]

You're everything I could want.

[ Fingers slide free, large green hands grasping at lavender hips as he draws Molly forward, helping him get into position. He guides the tip to that tight hole and leans in to rest their foreheads together as he starts to force his way inside, lashes fluttering and mouth parting on a moan as he splits open his ragingly hot, wet lover, the initial press of a thick cockhead proving a challenge. ]

Open up for me, Molly, you can do it ...

[ Molly leans in to capture those lips in a hungry kiss, trying to relax his body to let Fjord inside. It's both easy and not at the same time, because he's got that tipsy relaxation in his body, but he's so worked up and horny at the same time. ]

Fuck, you're so thick...

[ A breath and it finally slips in, hands grabbing at his lover's shoulders as he slides a few inches inside himself. It's wonderful, every one of those textures felt as he rocks slightly against the half-orc, managing the other inches with a half-choked cry that makes someone in a nearby tent laugh. ]

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