devilstongue | Open RP Post

[ 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. ]

[ Molly barely reacts as he's pulled back into those arms, just making a soft, happy sound and a there's slight curl of his tail. He's not a morning person - never will be - so he just lies there, still mostly asleep and listening to the close heartbeat.

...then he realizes where he is and who he is with, and he opens those ruby eyes to look at Fjord. The tent is easier to see in, now, and he smiles at the half-orc. No memory gaps, but... shit. They just had their first time together in a fucking tent!

Groaning, he hides his face in his boyfriend's chest. Why is he such a thot?? ]

Yeah, that's a mood.

[ Smiling at the ceiling as Molly rouses and promptly hides his shame, Fjord pets through his hair and chuckles beneath him. A blush stains his cheeks, which is entirely stupid considering what happened last night (both being too thirsty to put a hold on things) but his face burns regardless. ]

Good morning to you, too. [ A kiss plants on the base of a horn. ] You okay?

[ He chuckles a bit against Fjord but nods at the question. ]

I'm fine. Just... apparently too horny to do things the good way.

[ Molly's hand comes to play lightly with the hint of chest hair he can see. There's still ice in his spine from the worry that this is it, now... but Fjord had called himself his boyfriend. Said things about a mate that he didn't quite understand but appreciated nonetheless. ]

It was amazing, and I'm sorry. It should probably been more romantic.

Hey, hey.

[ He crooks a finger under Molly's chin to try to get him to look up. ]

I couldn't keep my hands off you either, buddy. You're not in this literal mess alone.

[ Grinning guiltily, he glances down at their rumpled, soiled bedsheets. Wet-wipes covered in come really should have been stuffed in a bin outside last night but they stare back from the corners of the tent like judgemental eyes.

Fjord leans in for a soft, chaste kiss, because it's sweet and also ... morning breath. Sincere. ]

I don't regret it.

[ That makes Mollymauk laugh, meeting that sweet kiss with a somewhat relieved sigh. Okay, so he's fine. They're fine. Everything's fine.

Turning a bit, he immediately makes a face as he feels his thigh stick to the nylon. They really were in a mess - he should have worn a condom, too, just to save the sleeping bags. ]

What time is it? [ He asks, a little confused as he tries to look for that phone he knows Fjord had earlier that night. ]

[ At the mention of the time his eyes widen and he glances around; Caduceus's kit and costume is in here. He'll have had to wait for them to ... vacate before getting to play on the field today. Ah, shit. The phone is found after he sits up, trapped in his half-off trousers as he tries to keep a corner of the sleeping bag over his bare groin. There's a lot going on!! ]

Uh, it's ten. Ish. Not so bad ... We should, um, clean up and get a move on. Did you still want to go into the field today?

I think we better, the paladin and the simple carnie are big talk among the common folk, I'm sure.

[ He grins, giving a wink as he tries to at least find his shirt and pants, so he can do the walk of pride back to his tent to get ready. ]

I'll get the trash!

[ Picking up all the wipes and foil, he then turns to wink at Fjord, suddenly looking way too pleased with himself. ]

You know, I'll get myself tested. Then next time, it can be even more special.

[ He wiggles the condom, because he's a gross asshole. ]

Molly, good god. Throw that shit into the nearest bin out there.

[ He huffs and puffs as though scandalised, smiling all the time as he uses some wipes to get himself pseudo-clean and starts ferreting for his leathers. Rumpled sweatpants are kicked off and he waits, blanket on his lap, for Molly to leave before he has to wriggle unsexily into his clothes. ]

Will you let Caduceus know it's ... safe to return?

[ A hurried tidying will take place as soon as the tentflaps close, that's for sure. ]

[ Molly cackles as he leaves, throwing it all in a bin just three steps outside. Going over to Yasha's and his tent, he sticks his head in to see pink hair on his own cot, where Caducueus is sitting and reading a book. Their eyes meet, and he smiles somewhat nervously, but the firbolg just seems happy and gets up to grab his gear.

He gets attacked from behind by Yasha instead, who lifts him up and essentially strong-arms him into a shower. (They had made a small one from a 2l soda bottle, thank you YouTube.) Then he's tossed clothes and gets a pat on his cheek for his now somewhat drenched-kitten state.

All mostly fair, as he was probably stinking of sex.

A while later he's redressed himself, sans the bloodied coat, and has set up everything as it should be, ready for another day of shenanigans. ]

[ Fjord frantically gets the sleeping bags back in order and yanks his trousers on before Caduceus comes peering into the tent. Thankfully, the sheer obviousness of what went on last night means Caduceus is happy to talk about the day ahead, already knowing (or having guessed) enough not to need to discuss Fjord's illicit shenanigans. They make it only the field a little later than the others, given how much Caduceus has to layer and the braids for his hair, and apart from some sly looks his way from other larpers Fjord is back in the mood to play.

He spends a ton of 'gold' on little treasures he thinks Molly will like, cute potions bottles and a necklace, some homemade honey for Yasha and a big vegetarian lunch for Caduceus. When he catches sight of Molly he does his best to glance away as though unaffected; just Travis, no one else. It's extremely hard. ]

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