[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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?? ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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?
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. ]
[ When Fjord exits the tent a few other of the larpers even cheer, since they had essentially been in VIP seats at the Dickeningâ„¢ the night before.
Out on the field, Molly's making a dramatic reenactment of the day before, with Yasha as his Lorenzo AND Travis, bidding people to come see more at their carnival and handing out even more flyers (some with blood stains!).
Later in the day, 'Tal' slinks closer to Travis and joins his table, putting his head in his hands and giving him a shit-eating grin. Of course he's going to make it difficult. ]
Sooo, Sir Travis... you swore to protect me, didn't you?
Well, I did die... for a moment. Does that count as an oath failure?
[ When not hearing about dragons and fighting a really cool battle (and being raised from the dead!) Molly apparently seems pretty good at keeping in character.
Oh, I don't intent to, darling. You holy types, though... you might have a duty to take care of. Spreading the peace and all that.
[ Because of course Tal can't just say he wants help, he has to see if he could have an angle to force them to help him first. Because he's more of a dick than Molly is. ]
I'm sure you've heard of our carnival... it seems some of our guests are having... living issues.
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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?
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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. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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.
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[ 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. ]
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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.
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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...
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[ 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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...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?? ]
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[ 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?
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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.
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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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?
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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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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Out on the field, Molly's making a dramatic reenactment of the day before, with Yasha as his Lorenzo AND Travis, bidding people to come see more at their carnival and handing out even more flyers (some with blood stains!).
Later in the day, 'Tal' slinks closer to Travis and joins his table, putting his head in his hands and giving him a shit-eating grin. Of course he's going to make it difficult. ]
Sooo, Sir Travis... you swore to protect me, didn't you?
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I did, are you currently in peril?
[ Glancing pointedly around the extremely safe tavern-tent. ]
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[ When not hearing about dragons and fighting a really cool battle (and being raised from the dead!) Molly apparently seems pretty good at keeping in character.
...the smile is a little too fond, though. ]
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[ He leans in, just close enough that they could kiss but it wouldn't be ic. Because rules. ]
Don't go picking fights with any more hulks.
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[ Molly glances briefly at those tempting lips and then leans away again with a teasing smile. ]
Well, are you willing to do it all over again?
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[ Like that. Except he doesn't need to explain because it's not real, wow. He reins in his temperament to something cooler. ]
If you run headlong into a fight, don't expect me to save you every time.
[ He would. ]
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[ Because of course Tal can't just say he wants help, he has to see if he could have an angle to force them to help him first. Because he's more of a dick than Molly is. ]
I'm sure you've heard of our carnival... it seems some of our guests are having... living issues.
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