Mmm ... Fortunately my everything wants you too, beautiful.
[ The sweet ache of an impending erection starts to build as Molly moves atop him, more attention given to those tail-nubs as Fjord opens to lazy, hungry kisses that are sticky and hot with sleep. Unhurried, he nudges Molly to sit astride his hips and sighs shakily over those soft lips, blinking as wakes up a little more. ]
Would it be terrible of me to put my mouth all over this cute tail to thank it for always wrapping around me so safely?
[ Lazy morning sex isn't something he's had a lot, and just laying here, exchanging kisses is so good for his soul. (And his dick.) There's a soft moan as those hands continue to play with his tail, a sleepy smile brightening Molly's face. ]
I would love that, and so would it.
[ His tail makes happy, lazy s-shapes before lifting to tickle Fjord's neck with the spade. ]
It's not like my foot! That's like saying your tusks are your ears! They're close to eachother but very different.
[ Honestly, Fjord! Molly tries not to smile and instead fake-huffs until Fjord leans to bite the spade, and it all turns into an 'ah!' worthy of his videos when the cartilage is nipped by teeth. ]
[ Snorting through his subdued snickering, he holds Molly's gaze as he opens his mouth to gently run his tusks underneath that spade and hold the very tip captive. That's when he wraps his lips around him and sucks, tongue rubbing at the weirdly prehensile limb that has the same texture as any other part of Molly, flicking the point. ]
Hmmm ... ?
[ He's being a good boy and following orders, see? ]
[ Molly's eyes slip closed and he tips his head back a bit, a moan leaving him as soon as Fjord sucks that tip and rubs his tongue against it. He's not quite sure why it's such a good spot, but if people like their earlobes sucked and bit...
It's more than enough to have him straining against his pretty red and sparkly underwear, having been half-hard ever since he woke up with such a gorgeous, perfect man by his side. Molly runs his hands down Fjord's shirt, dipping in underneath it to explore more of that chest now that everything wasn't grayscale from the lighting in the tent. ]
[ An innocent shrug is all the answer Molly gets, Fjord too busy keeping that tail entertained as he slides a hand up Molly's thighs to grasp his lace-adorned ass and slide another down between their bodies, seeking out a hardening cock to palm. He just wants to make Molly dumb with pleasure for as long as he can stand it, not against arching into his touch in return.
His lips briefly leave the spade he's giving head to, a wet pop loud in the morning quiet. ]
Makes a man wonder, how many ways can I suck you off?
[ He wants that touch so badly, still a little sleep-soft but so full of pleasure and emotions in one. Molly's hands continue up that chest, pausing now and then when Fjord finds a particularly good spot that makes him gasp. Finally, he can slide a nipple between his fingers, a more and more heated smile on his lips at every touch.
When his boyfriend releases that tail for a moment, the tail lays over his shoulder happily, barely reaching enough for a light hold. ]
I come prepared with multiple blowjob functions. In either direction.
[ He doesn't have the wisdom presence of mind to figure out what that means but it sounds decadent and so very Molly that he hums his agreement.
Don't blowjobs have one direction? Never mind. ]
I'm sure you do ...
[ Efforts refocus on getting the weight of that lacy shaft in his palm for a few steady strokes, then Fjord is guiding him to rub up against his own aching cock through sweatpants. The touch on his chest has him leaning up to yank off his shirt and bare more of himself to those roaming caresses. ]
[ Giving or receiving, Fjord! Which... is also very Molly, to be honest.
Molly's head tips forward a bit with a gasp as those lovely hands touch him through the pretty silk and lace-edged underwear, and then he does as asked - sliding forward a bit so that they can push together, the drag of clothed erections wonderful to the tiefling.
Less clothes would be even better, and as soon as Fjord has that shirt removed, Molly leans in to those pecks with a happy chuckle, dragging his hands over the gradient-colored skin and finding that nipple again just to lave his tongue over it. ]
Fuck, you're so hot. Look at you, so damn beautiful.
[ A sigh escapes him, bursting past his lips as he arches up into the mouth skimming its way over his chest. ]
I could say the same about you.
[ With them aligned to share a lazy, easy rut, he runs his hands up Molly's sides to gather up that shirt but not quite remove it, loving seeing him draped in his clothes and eager to touch. It's impossible not to run his hands over all that at unseen skin, feeling out scars and smooth swathes from hip to armpit. ]
We keep skipping the date and hopping straight into bed ... Are we useless or just impatient, do you think?
[ He doesn't want to stop tasting Fjord, kissing and touching and even sucking a bit on the nipple just to play. It's all nice and unhurried despite their said impatience, and he loves the hands on his body when they explore like that.
Desired even with a shirt on. Desired for wearing that shirt. ]
To be fair, the larp was a date. [ Molly says between kisses to green skin. ] I think 'naturally drawn to eachother' is a good compromise.
[ The other nipple gets a flick of his tongue, the nub resting briefly between the tips. ]
[ The undertone of a whine sticks in his throat, a hand lifting to muss through Molly's hair. ]
I think I'm having withdrawal from you, a week was far too long without your kisses.
[ Tugging on his curls to prompt him higher, wanting said kisses. Fjord's lighter skintone is darkened by Molly's mouth, love-bites around his nipple mottling the effect. ]
[ He moves up to that mouth at once, like kissing Fjord was more important than anything else in the world. Withdrawal is a damn good word, because that was exactly how it felt to not be with his boyfriend.
Molly keeps rocking them together as they kiss, lazily but keeping the feeling of the grind alive at each roll of his hips. He only stops for a moment to get his shirt off as his skin begged for more direct contact.
In full light, Mollymauk is a vibrant kaleidoscope of colors, tattoos in every hue, flowers and scales and feathers all wonderfully made on lavender skin. The sun and the moon almost look like they have gold and silver in them thanks to the skilled tattoo artist, and there are outlines of stems of hollyhocks and lupines on the flower-sleeve part of his side, waiting to be filled in eventually. ]
[ The kiss has him sinking back into the pillows and pawing at Molly all over, from the lacy panties that he drags his claws over to the delicate tattoo outlines up his side, distracted when he peeks an eye open. ]
Well, aren't you fancy? I finally get to see you in person.
[ He trails his palm across each tattoo, an excuse to set Molly alive with sensation on top of the hard press of two cocks, too curious not to look. ]
[ Molly's eyes are half-closed, just relishing in the touches all over, trailing tattoos and panties and making his breath hitch with sensations. They're not even fully out of their clothes, his cock making a wet spot against the pretty fabric as he grinds it against that amazingly textured one of Fjord's.
It's like his hips move without his input at all, too focused on that touch and exploring in return, finding little scars and wondering about their story, tasting that lovely skin and leaving love bites to marvel how different they look on the lighter green versus the darker. He just wants to devour Fjord piece by piece, sliding his lips over a collarbone to kiss up his neck. ]
[ A sensitive shudder runs through his as lips scrape his neck. ]
Molly, god damn ...
[ The hushed praise comes as he swings a leg over to roll Molly onto his back and grind him into the bedding, hooking an elbow under a knee to get his legs parted further. Fjord kisses him with a stifled moan and gives into wanting to show him how much Molly is craved with no thought for his own pride, loving everything about him from the way Molly looks against his bedsheets to the shameless desire reflected in those jewellike eyes. ]
Same... fuck, you taste so good, Fjord. We smell like us, cuddled all night. I love it.
[ He laughs as they roll around, putting a pillow under his neck for his horns and then happily looking up at the half-orc with such affection. Molly's legs part eagerly to let him in closer, those kisses slow and hedonistic, stretching out his body just-so to give his lover such a nice view.
Fjord's comment warms his heart fully, aroused, adored and amorous all in one. ]
Make that all morning, baby. It's the weekend, it's all for making out.
Mmph! [ Mwah, a delighted kiss smiles down. ] It is ...
[ He practically wriggles with the realisation, nuzzling his way down a decorated throat and peeling those panties down a hip, trying to be careful with them. He loves and hates the way they keep him from getting to all of Molly at once.
Each scar on a bare chest gets a warm, affectionate kiss, yellow eyes flicking up to catch red. ]
What you did in the tent, trusting me that much ... It meant a lot. Now that I've got you in my own bed, I want to take our time and see what you like. Is that alright with you?
[ Molly's face lights up with smiles and those little content sighs as his scars are so sweetly kissed, raising his hips a bit to help with the panties and untying the tail part, so they can be hooked down his hips and show more purple skin. ]
I trust you Fjord. Back then, and now.
[ He seeks another kiss, leaning to capture those lips. He might finally be more awake, but Molly finds that he's still not in a rush. This wasn't a sprint, it was a marathon. ]
...and that sounds perfect. I want you to know every part of me.
[ Not the body in the videos and the pictures. In real life. ]
[ Gathering his courage (why it feels like he needs any he isn't sure, especially having slept with Molly once he's very conscious of it having been in a dark tent) he sits up on his knees between lilac legs and thumbs down his slacks, dragging off the last garment he wears and tossing it aside. He's hard and aching, slick smeared across the thick crown from being pressed into his pants so long, and it takes some effort not to think of all the people Molly might have slept with who looked different. Better. It's not like Fjord does more than basic grooming, he's not as smooth and lovely by far, a thatch of hair ending a happy-trail, the same dusting his mottled thighs.
He claps his hands like he nerd he is. ]
... Back to business!
[ And sinks onto his elbows either side of Molly's hips, nosing at his cock where it strains those loosened panties. His cheeks burn, distracting himself from the thought of being naked with someone (properly) for the first time in years by lapping at a hard shaft, soaking through silk. ]
[ He watches with fondness and amusement as Fjord says that and starts getting out of his clothes. Having a fully-lit look at that gorgeous cock makes Molly's mouth water - it's such a lovely color, so deliciously thick and the 'setting' is wonderful as well. He wants to put his hand around those large balls to feel how heavy they are, nuzzle through that coarse dark hair... and it seems like Fjord has the same idea, only in reverse.
Seems they have good ideas together.
Molly laughs as the half-orc clasps his hands like that, like a man getting ready for a feast - and then he sinks down to meet him, that nose against the darker purple and hard flesh trapped inside his nice panties. It draws a pleased little 'ah' from the tiefling, and Molly's tail curls around green shoulders. ]
[ He glances at the tail, still getting used to having a fifth appendage in their bed (it's not like the half-elves in his past had them!) and pauses to kiss the side of it. Back to the task at hand (and mouth) he peels off those panties and tosses them over a shoulder, returning to get to know Molly's cock by long lazy licks and gentle strokes of a fist, finally working up the courage to seal his lips over the tapered head and take down a few hot, hard inches.
That's where he bobs for a few long moments, reacquainting himself with the act. ]
[ The kiss to his tail is so sweet, putting another affectionate smile on those lips. Molly helps with the full removal of his panties by arching a bit, freeing the straining cock underneath with a little laugh. It's nothing Fjord hasn't seen before in pictures and videos; neatly trimmed plum hair around the root, average size with a flushed head, beading a bit of precome from all the wonderful touches.
That happy laugh breaks quite quickly into a moan as that hot tongue and hand is on him, the head sinking into such perfect wet heat that has Molly reaching down to run a hand into that salt-and-pepper hair. ]
Fjord, yes... you're so good to me, baby.
[ Even more of his cock is taken into that lovely mouth and the tiefling adores it, watching enraptured as Fjord bobs his head and makes him shudder with pleasure. ]
Mmm ... [ His lips pop off the crown to answer, ] I'll give you the world in this bed, sweetheart.
[ It's been more than a few years since Sabian but the method returns like muscle-memory in his throat as he sinks down over as much of Molly as he can, two fingers and a thumb around the base as he works his throat around that hot shaft. Sabian wasn't big on sex but he liked blowjobs more than anything, so Fjord feels right at home putting his dusty but extensive experience back to work to see how Molly likes it. He keeps the weight of him cushioned on his tongue with every long suck to the tip, lashing the slit there with licks and sliding back down to repeat the process after some mind-numbing, relaxing bobbing. Fjord has a rhythm and he sticks to it, not at all shy.
Not when there's a big knot in his chest aching to unwind with every touch in his hair or soft moan above. He wants to make Molly feel good, above anything else including his own pleasure, and sinks his weight onto his elbows under those thighs to coax them up for a better angle.
Fjord makes it as clear as possible that he's where he wants to be, with the man he wants, and enjoying it. ]
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[ The sweet ache of an impending erection starts to build as Molly moves atop him, more attention given to those tail-nubs as Fjord opens to lazy, hungry kisses that are sticky and hot with sleep. Unhurried, he nudges Molly to sit astride his hips and sighs shakily over those soft lips, blinking as wakes up a little more. ]
Would it be terrible of me to put my mouth all over this cute tail to thank it for always wrapping around me so safely?
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[ Lazy morning sex isn't something he's had a lot, and just laying here, exchanging kisses is so good for his soul. (And his dick.) There's a soft moan as those hands continue to play with his tail, a sleepy smile brightening Molly's face. ]
I would love that, and so would it.
[ His tail makes happy, lazy s-shapes before lifting to tickle Fjord's neck with the spade. ]
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That is so weird, like tickling me with your foot!
[ ... He's gonna bite it if he can. ]
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[ Honestly, Fjord! Molly tries not to smile and instead fake-huffs until Fjord leans to bite the spade, and it all turns into an 'ah!' worthy of his videos when the cartilage is nipped by teeth. ]
Mmm... gentle.
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Hmmm ... ?
[ He's being a good boy and following orders, see? ]
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It's more than enough to have him straining against his pretty red and sparkly underwear, having been half-hard ever since he woke up with such a gorgeous, perfect man by his side. Molly runs his hands down Fjord's shirt, dipping in underneath it to explore more of that chest now that everything wasn't grayscale from the lighting in the tent. ]
How are you so perfect, fuck...
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His lips briefly leave the spade he's giving head to, a wet pop loud in the morning quiet. ]
Makes a man wonder, how many ways can I suck you off?
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When his boyfriend releases that tail for a moment, the tail lays over his shoulder happily, barely reaching enough for a light hold. ]
I come prepared with multiple blowjob functions. In either direction.
[ Wink! ]
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wisdompresence of mind to figure out what that means but it sounds decadent and so very Molly that he hums his agreement.Don't blowjobs have one direction? Never mind. ]
I'm sure you do ...
[ Efforts refocus on getting the weight of that lacy shaft in his palm for a few steady strokes, then Fjord is guiding him to rub up against his own aching cock through sweatpants. The touch on his chest has him leaning up to yank off his shirt and bare more of himself to those roaming caresses. ]
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Molly's head tips forward a bit with a gasp as those lovely hands touch him through the pretty silk and lace-edged underwear, and then he does as asked - sliding forward a bit so that they can push together, the drag of clothed erections wonderful to the tiefling.
Less clothes would be even better, and as soon as Fjord has that shirt removed, Molly leans in to those pecks with a happy chuckle, dragging his hands over the gradient-colored skin and finding that nipple again just to lave his tongue over it. ]
Fuck, you're so hot. Look at you, so damn beautiful.
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I could say the same about you.
[ With them aligned to share a lazy, easy rut, he runs his hands up Molly's sides to gather up that shirt but not quite remove it, loving seeing him draped in his clothes and eager to touch. It's impossible not to run his hands over all that at unseen skin, feeling out scars and smooth swathes from hip to armpit. ]
We keep skipping the date and hopping straight into bed ... Are we useless or just impatient, do you think?
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Desired even with a shirt on. Desired for wearing that shirt. ]
To be fair, the larp was a date. [ Molly says between kisses to green skin. ] I think 'naturally drawn to eachother' is a good compromise.
[ The other nipple gets a flick of his tongue, the nub resting briefly between the tips. ]
...or just horny.
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I think I'm having withdrawal from you, a week was far too long without your kisses.
[ Tugging on his curls to prompt him higher, wanting said kisses. Fjord's lighter skintone is darkened by Molly's mouth, love-bites around his nipple mottling the effect. ]
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[ He moves up to that mouth at once, like kissing Fjord was more important than anything else in the world. Withdrawal is a damn good word, because that was exactly how it felt to not be with his boyfriend.
Molly keeps rocking them together as they kiss, lazily but keeping the feeling of the grind alive at each roll of his hips. He only stops for a moment to get his shirt off as his skin begged for more direct contact.
In full light, Mollymauk is a vibrant kaleidoscope of colors, tattoos in every hue, flowers and scales and feathers all wonderfully made on lavender skin. The sun and the moon almost look like they have gold and silver in them thanks to the skilled tattoo artist, and there are outlines of stems of hollyhocks and lupines on the flower-sleeve part of his side, waiting to be filled in eventually. ]
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Well, aren't you fancy? I finally get to see you in person.
[ He trails his palm across each tattoo, an excuse to set Molly alive with sensation on top of the hard press of two cocks, too curious not to look. ]
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[ Molly's eyes are half-closed, just relishing in the touches all over, trailing tattoos and panties and making his breath hitch with sensations. They're not even fully out of their clothes, his cock making a wet spot against the pretty fabric as he grinds it against that amazingly textured one of Fjord's.
It's like his hips move without his input at all, too focused on that touch and exploring in return, finding little scars and wondering about their story, tasting that lovely skin and leaving love bites to marvel how different they look on the lighter green versus the darker. He just wants to devour Fjord piece by piece, sliding his lips over a collarbone to kiss up his neck. ]
Lucky me.
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Molly, god damn ...
[ The hushed praise comes as he swings a leg over to roll Molly onto his back and grind him into the bedding, hooking an elbow under a knee to get his legs parted further. Fjord kisses him with a stifled moan and gives into wanting to show him how much Molly is craved with no thought for his own pride, loving everything about him from the way Molly looks against his bedsheets to the shameless desire reflected in those jewellike eyes. ]
I could kiss you and touch you all night.
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[ He laughs as they roll around, putting a pillow under his neck for his horns and then happily looking up at the half-orc with such affection. Molly's legs part eagerly to let him in closer, those kisses slow and hedonistic, stretching out his body just-so to give his lover such a nice view.
Fjord's comment warms his heart fully, aroused, adored and amorous all in one. ]
Make that all morning, baby. It's the weekend, it's all for making out.
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[ He practically wriggles with the realisation, nuzzling his way down a decorated throat and peeling those panties down a hip, trying to be careful with them. He loves and hates the way they keep him from getting to all of Molly at once.
Each scar on a bare chest gets a warm, affectionate kiss, yellow eyes flicking up to catch red. ]
What you did in the tent, trusting me that much ... It meant a lot. Now that I've got you in my own bed, I want to take our time and see what you like. Is that alright with you?
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I trust you Fjord. Back then, and now.
[ He seeks another kiss, leaning to capture those lips. He might finally be more awake, but Molly finds that he's still not in a rush. This wasn't a sprint, it was a marathon. ]
...and that sounds perfect. I want you to know every part of me.
[ Not the body in the videos and the pictures. In real life. ]
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[ Gathering his courage (why it feels like he needs any he isn't sure, especially having slept with Molly once he's very conscious of it having been in a dark tent) he sits up on his knees between lilac legs and thumbs down his slacks, dragging off the last garment he wears and tossing it aside. He's hard and aching, slick smeared across the thick crown from being pressed into his pants so long, and it takes some effort not to think of all the people Molly might have slept with who looked different. Better. It's not like Fjord does more than basic grooming, he's not as smooth and lovely by far, a thatch of hair ending a happy-trail, the same dusting his mottled thighs.
He claps his hands like he nerd he is. ]
... Back to business!
[ And sinks onto his elbows either side of Molly's hips, nosing at his cock where it strains those loosened panties. His cheeks burn, distracting himself from the thought of being naked with someone (properly) for the first time in years by lapping at a hard shaft, soaking through silk. ]
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Seems they have good ideas together.
Molly laughs as the half-orc clasps his hands like that, like a man getting ready for a feast - and then he sinks down to meet him, that nose against the darker purple and hard flesh trapped inside his nice panties. It draws a pleased little 'ah' from the tiefling, and Molly's tail curls around green shoulders. ]
Oh, baby, yes...
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That's where he bobs for a few long moments, reacquainting himself with the act. ]
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That happy laugh breaks quite quickly into a moan as that hot tongue and hand is on him, the head sinking into such perfect wet heat that has Molly reaching down to run a hand into that salt-and-pepper hair. ]
Fjord, yes... you're so good to me, baby.
[ Even more of his cock is taken into that lovely mouth and the tiefling adores it, watching enraptured as Fjord bobs his head and makes him shudder with pleasure. ]
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[ It's been more than a few years since Sabian but the method returns like muscle-memory in his throat as he sinks down over as much of Molly as he can, two fingers and a thumb around the base as he works his throat around that hot shaft. Sabian wasn't big on sex but he liked blowjobs more than anything, so Fjord feels right at home putting his dusty but extensive experience back to work to see how Molly likes it. He keeps the weight of him cushioned on his tongue with every long suck to the tip, lashing the slit there with licks and sliding back down to repeat the process after some mind-numbing, relaxing bobbing. Fjord has a rhythm and he sticks to it, not at all shy.
Not when there's a big knot in his chest aching to unwind with every touch in his hair or soft moan above. He wants to make Molly feel good, above anything else including his own pleasure, and sinks his weight onto his elbows under those thighs to coax them up for a better angle.
Fjord makes it as clear as possible that he's where he wants to be, with the man he wants, and enjoying it. ]
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