[ 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. ]
[ 'The world in this bed'. He certainly feels like the main gravitational force in it right now, Fjord pulled in and that mouth hungry for Molly. He feels so damn good, each movement drawing sighs and soft moans from his lips. Sweet, loving words spill as well, adoring and full of happiness as he notices just how much Fjord likes this, too. ]
Love this, you're so good... fuck, honey, please... it feels so good, you're so good, ah...
[ When the half-orc coaxes his thighs up he follows the unspoken request at once, giving that lovely hair another rake of his fingers, ending in a fistful of that ponytail at a particularly good bob around his cock.
Molly feels like he's floating in a haze of pleasure, unable to take his eyes of this gorgeous man so devoted to sucking his cock like it's the most important thing in the world. ]
[ The praise makes his ears twitch and burn, a throaty rumble vibrating around Molly in return. He has to force himself to pull off, loving the nails raking his scalp and gripping his ponytail, otherwise he might never get to see what else Molly likes to have done to him.
Breathless and grinning, he keeps a loose fist around that pretty cock and noses lower, mouthing carefully at the taut curve of balls; mindful of his tusks. The cool press of them can be felt whenever he covers him in a wet, sloppy kiss, but there's never any danger, even with Fjord distractedly grasping at a thigh. ]
[ Breathless is the right word; Molly is almost light-headed with how amazing he feels, Fjord drawing a cry out of him at the vibrations around his cock. His red eyes follow each movement, legs spreading further as his lover starts moving downwards (and surprising him even more).
Those tusks add such a nice addition in texture to the soft, wet lips on his balls, definitely smaller than a half-orc's but so damn sensitive at each touch. Fjord's question is almost lost in his haze of feelings, but Molly smiles down at him, hand moving from the grip on his hair to his bearded cheek. ]
Like this? Nobody.
[ He's had plenty of blowjobs and the likes, but this is miles above all of that. ]
You're so fucking perfect, Fjord.
[ He can't kiss him from over here, but that tail curls again, wrapping happily around shoulder and arm. Tiefling love octopus. ]
[ Softly incredulous to hear it, he breathes out a laugh and shakes his head, planting one last kiss on those heavy curves. The grip of the tail winding down his arm is so cute that he can't stifle a grin, even as he gets up on his knees and drags Molly's lower half with him, legs sprawled over his shoulders. ]
I'd better take extra special care of you then, hadn't I?
[ Holding any eye-contact Molly can spare while he's a happily dazed mess, Fjord keeps an arm around a lavender waist and grips a thigh for stability, lowering his tongue to a hot pink hole that he licks a firm strip over, sinking inside. ]
[ His eyes widen a bit as Fjord pulls him closer and nudges his legs like that. Fuck, was he going to...?
He is.
It draws a filthy sound out of Molly, that first lick - and when he can't quite reach the half-orc from this position, making fists in that bedding will do. ]
Gods, baby, fuck that's amazing.
[ It really is extra special. Again, he's been rimmed before, but not like this. Not with such affection, not when feeling like his heart is about to burst with happiness. Then the tip of that sweet tongue sinks in and there's nothing but white noise in Molly's brain for a few seconds, bliss flowing over his face and making his eyes close. ]
[ Molly gets to feel to huff of laughter right in his ass as Fjord's shoulders shake, a squeeze given to his thigh before the half-orc delves back in with a long slick press, opening him up to the rhythm Molly prefers and riding his arching movements.
The little shiver that shuts down Molly's brain and renders him speechless for a moment is adorable. ]
Do you like it deeper, baby, or just to be teased?
[ Experimenting with both to judge Molly's reactions for himself, letting him feel the brush of a beard against his ass each time. ]
[ Of course he can't help but laugh as well, and it's so wonderful to laugh in bed like this, even with Fjord's tongue in his ass. The half-orc followed his body's need so well, finding the rhythm and the touch but asking, too. ]
Mmm... deeper, please.
[ He wouldn't be Molly if he wasn't greedy, laid out on a soft bed with such a devoted lover that made him somehow feel warmer than a tiefling already was. The brush of that beard tickles at the base of his tail as well, adding a stimulation he was not even aware of. The tail spade flicks almost in time with that tongue, more of that pleasure-haze taking him.
He's so damn hard, but that's almost taking second seat to all the experiences right now. ]
Teasing first, then deeper... just like that, it's perfect.
Deeper, huh ... [ He can't hold him up like this for much longer, debating how to position his lovely boyfriend so they can keep it up (ahem) as long as possible. ] Can you roll onto your stomach for me? And pass down a pillow?
[ He gives a wink, lowering Molly to the bed with a kiss to the soft inside of a thigh. ]
I promise to give you what you want, don't complain.
[ He tries to not whine at the loss of that mouth on him, being good for once. (Just to get what he wants, naturally.) Molly untangles his tail from Fjord and then somewhat ungracefully rolls over, trying to hide it by stretching out his legs happily and then grabbing a pillow from the side to hand down to his lover. ]
I'm so happy you're doing this baby, not many like giving it and it feels so good...
[ Putting his head on his arms, he looks back at the half-orc, teasingly and fond at once. That tail bends over his back to show everything underneath, the curve of those round cheeks and the slick, cute hole that wants that tongue back in it as soon as possible. ]
Spoil me more, darling. I feel like the most important person in the world.
[ With Molly squirming into position, Fjord slips the pillow under purple hips and takes his time kneading up the backs of his boyfriend's calves and thighs before his mouth ever touches the latter, skimming its way up to the curve of a cheek. It's a beautiful sight, presented with so much trust that his heart aches. Kisses and tusks dapple-scrape their way to the seam of that alluring ass where he runs a hand up to the base of a tail and drapes it over a shoulder as he sinks back into tight heat with a possessive lick, spearing Molly on the intentionally hard thrust of his tongue, 'deeper' stuck in his head as a demand he seeks to fulfil.
Other men have seen Molly fucking himself on various objects but they don't get to take care of him too, not in the same way Fjord offers as he fucks him on his mouth. He covers him in worshipping kisses, lapping at the pretty ass so many have paid so much to see, and growls once he's buried with his jaw wide and tongue curling deep like Molly wants, offering the chance to ride that tongue as he pleases.
He wants to be the only one who ever gives Molly this kind of attention. ]
[ Fuck, he didn't know his chest could feel so full that it almost hurt. Here he was, laid out and treated like an absolute feast, being told such beautiful things that makes him feel he has more value than anything before that. There were so many more emotions involved in this than just the pleasure, and Molly wants all of it.
The kisses and feeling of those tusks heats him up quickly, almost as if they didn't even take a brief position break, and the way Fjord handles his tail is rewarded with a light coil of the appendage and Molly's breathy moan. ]
Baby, yes...
[ Then Fjord's tongue sank into him again, deep and with more force behind it, making him grasp at the sheets and cry out. The half-orc is so damn dirty and sweet about it all at the same time, making Molly feel so good. Taking care of him like he's precious.
Once that tongue is deep in him, opening him up with that mouth, Molly rocks his hips back a bit, both to ride it and to drag his cock over the sheets underneath it. He's so stimulated on all sides, a cacophony of whines, 'yes' and moans leaving him, proving he's just as loud in real life as he is on the net. ]
[ It's good to know he can make Molly as loud as he is on those videos, even if he sounds a little different to Fjord's ears as the praise hit differently, all because of him and not just imagined so. He gives him what he needs for a while longer, letting Molly's mind melt from the pleasure of being eaten out the way he deserves, then withdraws with a peck to each cheek.
Fjord's weight covers him from behind as he curls an arm around Molly's middle in a hug, kisses dusting over a shoulder. The heavy line of his dick rests between those cheeks, nudged up against a tail-root. ]
I've got lube, if you want more tonight. If you don't, that's alright too.
[ Molly's a sex-kitten on the screen but Fjord doesn't know how rampant those energies are in real life, not wanting to assume anything or make Molly feel obligated since this is his first relationship. He nuzzles the curve of a shoulder, giving the tiefling a squeeze as he lets him put some thought into an answer. ]
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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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Love this, you're so good... fuck, honey, please... it feels so good, you're so good, ah...
[ When the half-orc coaxes his thighs up he follows the unspoken request at once, giving that lovely hair another rake of his fingers, ending in a fistful of that ponytail at a particularly good bob around his cock.
Molly feels like he's floating in a haze of pleasure, unable to take his eyes of this gorgeous man so devoted to sucking his cock like it's the most important thing in the world. ]
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Breathless and grinning, he keeps a loose fist around that pretty cock and noses lower, mouthing carefully at the taut curve of balls; mindful of his tusks. The cool press of them can be felt whenever he covers him in a wet, sloppy kiss, but there's never any danger, even with Fjord distractedly grasping at a thigh. ]
When was the last time someone did this for you?
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Those tusks add such a nice addition in texture to the soft, wet lips on his balls, definitely smaller than a half-orc's but so damn sensitive at each touch. Fjord's question is almost lost in his haze of feelings, but Molly smiles down at him, hand moving from the grip on his hair to his bearded cheek. ]
Like this? Nobody.
[ He's had plenty of blowjobs and the likes, but this is miles above all of that. ]
You're so fucking perfect, Fjord.
[ He can't kiss him from over here, but that tail curls again, wrapping happily around shoulder and arm. Tiefling love octopus. ]
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[ Softly incredulous to hear it, he breathes out a laugh and shakes his head, planting one last kiss on those heavy curves. The grip of the tail winding down his arm is so cute that he can't stifle a grin, even as he gets up on his knees and drags Molly's lower half with him, legs sprawled over his shoulders. ]
I'd better take extra special care of you then, hadn't I?
[ Holding any eye-contact Molly can spare while he's a happily dazed mess, Fjord keeps an arm around a lavender waist and grips a thigh for stability, lowering his tongue to a hot pink hole that he licks a firm strip over, sinking inside. ]
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He is.
It draws a filthy sound out of Molly, that first lick - and when he can't quite reach the half-orc from this position, making fists in that bedding will do. ]
Gods, baby, fuck that's amazing.
[ It really is extra special. Again, he's been rimmed before, but not like this. Not with such affection, not when feeling like his heart is about to burst with happiness. Then the tip of that sweet tongue sinks in and there's nothing but white noise in Molly's brain for a few seconds, bliss flowing over his face and making his eyes close. ]
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The little shiver that shuts down Molly's brain and renders him speechless for a moment is adorable. ]
Do you like it deeper, baby, or just to be teased?
[ Experimenting with both to judge Molly's reactions for himself, letting him feel the brush of a beard against his ass each time. ]
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Mmm... deeper, please.
[ He wouldn't be Molly if he wasn't greedy, laid out on a soft bed with such a devoted lover that made him somehow feel warmer than a tiefling already was. The brush of that beard tickles at the base of his tail as well, adding a stimulation he was not even aware of. The tail spade flicks almost in time with that tongue, more of that pleasure-haze taking him.
He's so damn hard, but that's almost taking second seat to all the experiences right now. ]
Teasing first, then deeper... just like that, it's perfect.
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[ He gives a wink, lowering Molly to the bed with a kiss to the soft inside of a thigh. ]
I promise to give you what you want, don't complain.
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I'm so happy you're doing this baby, not many like giving it and it feels so good...
[ Putting his head on his arms, he looks back at the half-orc, teasingly and fond at once. That tail bends over his back to show everything underneath, the curve of those round cheeks and the slick, cute hole that wants that tongue back in it as soon as possible. ]
Spoil me more, darling. I feel like the most important person in the world.
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[ With Molly squirming into position, Fjord slips the pillow under purple hips and takes his time kneading up the backs of his boyfriend's calves and thighs before his mouth ever touches the latter, skimming its way up to the curve of a cheek. It's a beautiful sight, presented with so much trust that his heart aches. Kisses and tusks dapple-scrape their way to the seam of that alluring ass where he runs a hand up to the base of a tail and drapes it over a shoulder as he sinks back into tight heat with a possessive lick, spearing Molly on the intentionally hard thrust of his tongue, 'deeper' stuck in his head as a demand he seeks to fulfil.
Other men have seen Molly fucking himself on various objects but they don't get to take care of him too, not in the same way Fjord offers as he fucks him on his mouth. He covers him in worshipping kisses, lapping at the pretty ass so many have paid so much to see, and growls once he's buried with his jaw wide and tongue curling deep like Molly wants, offering the chance to ride that tongue as he pleases.
He wants to be the only one who ever gives Molly this kind of attention. ]
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The kisses and feeling of those tusks heats him up quickly, almost as if they didn't even take a brief position break, and the way Fjord handles his tail is rewarded with a light coil of the appendage and Molly's breathy moan. ]
Baby, yes...
[ Then Fjord's tongue sank into him again, deep and with more force behind it, making him grasp at the sheets and cry out. The half-orc is so damn dirty and sweet about it all at the same time, making Molly feel so good. Taking care of him like he's precious.
Once that tongue is deep in him, opening him up with that mouth, Molly rocks his hips back a bit, both to ride it and to drag his cock over the sheets underneath it. He's so stimulated on all sides, a cacophony of whines, 'yes' and moans leaving him, proving he's just as loud in real life as he is on the net. ]
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Fjord's weight covers him from behind as he curls an arm around Molly's middle in a hug, kisses dusting over a shoulder. The heavy line of his dick rests between those cheeks, nudged up against a tail-root. ]
I've got lube, if you want more tonight. If you don't, that's alright too.
[ Molly's a sex-kitten on the screen but Fjord doesn't know how rampant those energies are in real life, not wanting to assume anything or make Molly feel obligated since this is his first relationship. He nuzzles the curve of a shoulder, giving the tiefling a squeeze as he lets him put some thought into an answer. ]
Hands and mouth, or ... ?
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