devilstongue | Open RP Post

[ 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. ]

There you go, you've got this — god, you're amazing ...

[ Molly isn't alone in making stupid noises, there's a guttural groan from Fjord that he can't stifle as he feels him bottom-out. He digs his booted heels into the sleeping bags and leans back on a bent arm for leverage, taking Molly with him as he starts to move in careful, deeply satisfying drags, fucking him slowly to give Molly time to adjust but unable to stay completely still. His voice huffs roughly, dilated eyes turned into thin rings of yellow as he stares at the beautiful red eyes glimmering in the dark and kneads the curve of an ass to help him find a rhythm. ]

You've got me, baby, I'm inside you now, you're doing so well.

You're amazing, you feel so fucking good...

[ Molly's thighs start to move his hips, riding that dick with a dazed, hungry smile and naked desire on his face. It's slow at first, but that's perfect for getting used to that size, letting the feeling of Fjord's thickness in him bloom pleasure into every inch of his body.

I'm inside you now, Fjord says, and Molly moans softly again, hungrily demanding more kisses. They're really doing this, he's having sex with his boyfriend and not someone he'll forget in a while. It's something so real and perfect, and it's making it all even better. ]

[ Replying would mean failing to focus on the way Molly is sinking down, over and over, working himself full because he wants it, wants Fjord, so the best Fjord manages at first is a shuddering groan into those kisses as he works him from below. He needs both hands for this, he decides, he isn't touching enough of him, dropping onto his back so he has a hand free to cup Molly's cheek and run up through his hair, grasping at soft curls in direct contrast to the lewd slap of flesh as he fucks him in their little tent, side-lit by the dim lamp so that anyone outside will know what they're doing.

Fjord's lips skew in a grin and he bucks for a new angle, wanting to feel how Molly likes it so he can hear him mimic the sounds on all those filthy videos on his onlyfans page. ]

I know how you like it, you don't have to tell me. I've seen it. [ The sultry murmur rides a kiss, promising to follow through. A moment later, Fjord tilts his hips again to slam Molly forward with just the right curve to the thrust, tightening his grip on his hair. ] What were those hashtags, baby? Prostate play? [ Another thrust sinks home, blunt and deep. ] You like to feel like you're gonna come all the time?

[ He didn't subscribe not to take mental notes. ]

[ It's all wonderful, and the new position makes him smile, leaning to the hand in his hair and gasping softly as Fjord thrusts up to meet him. Molly arches his back a bit, taking him in deeper - but then his lover says that, and the tiefling immediately realizes he's right. It's followed by a thrust in a new angle and he mewls, dragging his hands down Fjord's chest with a sinful sound on his lips.

One of those amazing ridges pressed right against his prostate this way, and it's making him shake with how overwhelmingly good it is at once.

Fuck, it really is true. Fjord had seen all his stuff. He knew exactly what he was into (aside from the fan-requested things), and this angle was going to drive him crazy. He was so damn blessed right now, Fjord had essentially read the Mollymauk-fucking handbook. ]

[ Having a thot for a boyfriend is really not the worst thing that has ever happened to Fjord, even if he does have to live with the knowledge other people have seen him like this. What draws a line in the sand is that none of them can experience this, they won't know how it feels to have Molly mewling and clutching at them as he gets fucked with abandon, he's not theirs to kiss as they roll him over and switch positions on.

Fjord does so as smoothly as he can, encouraging him to hook those legs up high as he bears down and follows every cue he can to keep Molly on the edge of coming. With his pants crumpled around his thighs and Molly eager beneath him there's no real hope for stamina beyond what his orc heritage can give and he starts to feel the tightening in his balls as he speeds up, grunts coming through every other breath as tight walls rub his dick the right way over every ridge, squeezing greedily around the fat sensitive tip. It's sososo good, he forgets about the condom and imagines filling him up with his come until Molly's dripping all down his thighs, the imagery drawing a rasped Close as he moves. ]

[ It's nice to be tossed around a little, even if it was just rolling them both over, and Molly immediately hooks his legs around Fjord when prompted. His tail is a little stuck in the sleeping bag now, but it doesn't matter because he's wonderfully teetering that edge, feeling like he's about to fall off it. He loves that moment, kept there by a perfect cock and perfect boyfriend who knows him so well.

When Fjord starts speeding up and makes those wonderful sounds, Molly clenches a bit around him to help both of them along. His hands grab at his shoulders again, split between wanting to come and wanting to see Fjord come as well. Close, the half-orc rasps as that cock keeps taking him apart.

Lifting his legs a bit more, the angle is even better and draws begging out of him. ]

Me too, fuck, come in me, please baby, I want to - ah!

[ His body shudders as he comes, finally tipping over with a cry and digging his nails into green skin as he makes a mess between them. ]

[ Fucking Molly is incredible, getting to see Molly come is a whole other thing. Fjord grabs at a plump ass as he works him full of his cock so that his boyfriend is filled to completion as he comes by every inch, hips slamming him into the rumpled bedding and tangling up that tail. He bows over him and lets the sting of talons raking at his shoulders intensify the pleasure, spilling inside him with an answering cry.

Fjord shudders all over, burying his face in the curve of a neck as he catches his breath, then after a brief pause he feels the throb of a second hardness kicking in and any softening stiffens him right back up while inside Molly, moving slower and hiking a bent leg up higher around his waist. Sweat beads on his throat and temples as he bears over him, continuing to fuck Molly through his afterglow and work him even looser as white-black bangs frame his face.

His kiss is full of growls as he sinks his weight down and feels the wetness of seed between their bellies as he grinds Molly into the ground, breeding him to the beat of his heart. ]

I still need you ...

[ Molly's a gasping, softly moaning mess, crying out again as he feels Fjord come, that condom swelling with all that thick seed. As Fjord buries his face in his neck, the tiefling smiles, and places kisses where he can reach. He's so sated, but the throb and continued movement inside him suddenly reminds him that Fjord is a half-orc, and thus isn't.

I still need you.

Well, never say that Molly isn't up for another round, even when his legs are still kitten-weak. He smiles, reaching for a searing kiss and angling his hips a bit to fuck himself on that cock. It's slow and sweet at first, because he needs to regain some of his own breath first.

(He should pack Gatorade next time.) ]

You have me, baby. Any way you want, I want you to fill me more. Use me, I want you to take anything you want, I'm yours.

[ It feels like there might be two Fjords, one in control of his body and the other riding the high of his heart as he brushes Molly's lips with a thumb and kisses him with lingering affection, the judder of their bodies an afterthought compared to the new instincts settling into place.

Boyfriend, yes, but also — his brain clicks — a mate.

He hasn't felt that sort of yearning in years. ]

You're so beautiful, [ it would be embarrassing nonsense if he was in his right mind, but he's full of loving lust so strong that he drowns in Molly's cooing and gazes down like a man besotted, kisses raining down on the tiefling like he can't help himself, ] the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.

[ His palm slides along a naval as he thrusts in, a rumble rising in his chest as he feels where his cock is filling him up, distending the smooth lavender expanse just enough to be seen. Fjord knows from idle chatter that aasimars and firbolgs do it, but ... ]

Do tieflings have mates? I want you to be mine.

[ It's a step or six above boyfriend but he has to ask, has to know while he's stirring his cock inside Molly and fucking him tenderly toward even more pleasure, covered in come and sweat and pinned down. They're still relatively new to each other, this is a bit much, yet on the other hand so is fucking for the first time in a field. Anything's game. ]

[ Those kisses are doing things to his heart, and he's well-fucked, tipsy and so happy in one, slow but perfect pleasure flowing like waves in his body every time Fjord moves. It's a little on the edge of too much, but he was not the average person when it came to oversensitivity - Molly liked the pleasure-pain and that probably makes them an even better match.

The half-orc waxes poetics about how beautiful he is and Molly's chest is so very, very full. He wants all the kisses, the light ones and the deep, heated ones where his tongue explores and they share breath.

Fjord seems a little thoughtful, though, when he strokes down Molly's stomach to feel where that perfect cock is outlined in an obscenely hot way every time his sinks home. The question is surprising, and the tiefling blinks up at those gorgeous gold eyes. ]

I don't know if we do. [ He was 'raised' in a mixed center, but no other tieflings - and didn't really do that much in-detail research. However, he does get the gist of what it means thanks to Yasha, and he smiles, love-drunk and normal-drunk at once. ]

I just want to be yours.

[ In any way. It is a lot, especially to drop on someone during sex and someone you'd only been on a few dates on - but he just wants to be with Fjord. It wasn't exactly a marriage proposal, even if Yasha called her wife her mate.

...right?

He has to look this up. ]

Yours.

[ Tomorrow morning will be full of blushing, that's for certain, and once Yasha gets to explain things to Molly it's a sure thing Fjord will feel like a heel for dropping a bomb like that in a situation like this ... even if he can't say he didn't mean it. While they're wrapped up in each other and Fjord is kissing him with a big smile as he gathers him up, though, all seems very, very right with the world. ]

Then you are.

[ He curls a loose fist around that spent cock and passes caresses over it to see whether Molly has another round in him or if this will be a dry kind of satisfaction, the taste of their kisses now indistinguishable from one urgent mouth to the next. Fjord purrs low in his throat, just for a second, using himself now for Molly's pleasure. ]

I just want to make you feel good.

[ He's a little too full of alcohol to be able to get it up again, which is an absolute shame - but at the same time, it feels so damn good that it doesn't even matter. The smile on Fjord's face is wonderful and Molly's eager to kiss more and just sink into this nice haze of being slowly fucked by someone who hasn't just seen him on a screen.

There's a small, soft laugh as Fjord speaks, and he runs his hands through that nice hair, affection clear on his face. ]

You do. I feel so good, Fjord. You're perfect, you know me, you fit so well... fuck, I love it.

[ He rocks back slightly to meet the lazy, lovely thrusts, answering that low purr with one of his own - hedonistic, decadent and so very pleased. ]

[ It's a gradual burn when he comes for a second time instead of feeling like slamming into water after jumping off a cliff. Molly's so pliant and loving, a living dream that Fjord has had for weeks on end now, and when he braces over him to groan his way through a full-bodied tensing his head is filled with nothing but thoughts of his lover. Even in a pleasure-soaked haze he remembers to ease free and give him some respite, barely managing to tie off the condom and drop it out of the way (that's tomorrow's problem).

He sinks onto his side and drapes an arm around Molly to reel him in, wanting him close enough to kiss. ]

That was ... Mmrrnn.

[ Worth a wide grin as words fail. ]

[ Outside, some people applaud and Molly guffaws, throwing an arm over his face. Yeaaaah, everyone heard them. Thankfully it doesn't bother Molly much, and he hopes it isn't too embarrassing for Fjord.

It's an interesting feeling when Fjord pulls out and has to pull the full, swelled condom with him as well, resulting in a soft moan from Molly as it all slides free. Watching Fjord tie it off and then sink down beside him, he leans in for a soft kiss. ]

Mmrrn is the right word.

[ His underwear and pants are only on by one leg, his tail is trapped in the sleeping bag and his groin and stomach are sticky, but fuck moving right now, he has a boyfriend to cuddle. ]

Think Cad needs to get back in?

[ He briefly turns his face into the sleeping bag when they get applause, snorting as he looks back over at Molly's question. ]

I think he's probably one of the people clapping, glad to know he packed that little bag so well.

[ Gods. Fjord brushes the curled backs of his knuckles down Molly's tattooed cheek, enjoying the sight of him as music picks up somewhere outside. ]

You're ... You will stay here tonight, won't you? With me.

[ Once they clean up, at some point. ]

[ If he wasn't fucked out of his brain, Molly might bow. It's a lot more comfortable to just lean against his lover, though. ]

He's a good friend, not even Yasha packs me a whole kit!

[ Molly does keep finding condoms, however. Which is honestly cute to get from a lesbian.

He leans his head a little to the touch, loving the feeling of the hand over his skin and the affection that comes with it. It wasn't just sex. This was something more. Better. ]

Of course I am, this is the best place in all of whatever-the-name-of-this-larp-was-again. Maybe I can ask Yash to give my cot to Caduceus.

[ Though that might be small. ]

This is kind of awful of me to say, but I honestly don't care where anyone sleeps as long as I have you.

[ He's staving off falling asleep himself, eyelids heavy as he drowsily runs his hand down Molly's side. ]

Let's tidy up, then we can rest. I want to ... hold you tonight.

Terrible.

[ The soft way he puts it and the nose smooch says otherwise, though.

...then Molly makes a protesting sound and groans, sitting up a bit since he knows they have to clean up. He'll start with getting his tail untangled and then actually fully getting out of his pants. He can wipe down a bit with his underwear since those go in the wash anyway, and then moves some of the rest of his stuff to the side (and the condom) so nobody steps on it in the night.

Once done, he flops down again, nice and free from anything keeping his body parts captive, and happily expecting them to be stolen again by Fjord's cuddles. ]

[ Some of the wipes they use to stay vaguely clean with in lieu of a shower while camping are found and make circumspect use of, offered to Molly as Fjord unzips and untangles his sleeping bag. He sets up Caduceus's, the larger, as their bedding over the foam mattresses and his own sleeping bag as a blanket to cover them both.

Molly is playfully wrestled down with twining legs and kisses, cosied up with contentedly. ]

My boyfriend, the toastiest tiefling around. Try to get some sleep if you still want to dress up tomorrow.

[ Oooh, wipes! Yeah, that would have been smarter, but whatever. He's proud to be dumb at times.

Fjord builds a nice little next for them and Molly curls in against the half-orc has he joins him again in the 'bed. He laughs a little, happy and content, before making himself comfortable against Fjord, tail coming to rest at a green thigh. ]

Mmhm. I definitely want to play more dressup.

[ Chuckling, he noses at a shoulder, carefully angling his head so no goring was being risked. He had a tiefling pillow in his tent and horn foam at home, both things that would have made this less physically awkward - but it's so comfortable to his heart that nothing of that matters. ]

G'night...

Goodnight, beautiful.

[ It's a comfortable set-up, horns and all, with Molly cuddled in at probably the only angle he can manage with his cheek on Fjord's shoulder, an arm curled around his back and another drifting over a bare thigh under the blankets. The world is made up of dying orange lamplight and the soothing white noise of chatter in the camp, music and singing ...

Fjord passes out faster than he means to.

The morning comes all too soon, milky-white light pouring through the tent flaps that they forgot to close the night before, piercing his eyelids until he squints awake. He seems to have squirmed a little away from Molly's heated skin in the night and the tiefling is curled up under one of his arms instead of on his chest, but it takes only the slightest shifting to draw him back into Fjord's arms, a sleepy hum accompanying the early morning cuddles. Cold air tries to slip under their blanket and he noses at a forehead of messy curls, hiding from it.

... It hits him then, with Molly bare-ass naked in his arms, that they really did sleep together last night. In a field. For their first time. It all comes back as he slowly opens his eyes to stare at the plastic ceiling, rolling his eyes when he recalls some of the more ... intense moments. Specifically, all that mating nonsense. That's some fucked up bullshit that never crosses his mind, then again he's not always literally inside the most gorgeous, clever person he's met.

In the stark light of day, he wishes he hadn't let things go so far if only to have proved Mollymauk means more than ... this. ]

Damn.

[ He doesn't regret the actual fucking, though. That had been phenomenal. ]

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