[ 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. ]
[ It is different, because he means all of it. It's real, no acting needed as he breathlessly praises Fjord for every touch that sends him into bliss. Molly opens his eyes to look back at the half-orc as he stops, smiling as his boyfriend crawls up over him and becomes his whole world, surrounded by strong arms and kisses.
...and that dick. Gods, how he loves the feel of it, pressing against him like that. Showing him how much Fjord is turned on just by eating him out. ]
I'm going to come immediately if you put your cock in me.
[ He says with a little chuckle, coiling his tail around Fjord's thigh. Molly's sex drive was pretty high, and he might have a thing for that thick, textured cock and the feeling of being filled. However, he doesn't want this to end before Fjord's barely gotten his dick wet. ]
You're so good to me, darling. What can I do for you?
[ It flatters him immensely and has laughter rumbling against Molly'a back. The tail running down Fjord's thigh is a distraction, sliding a hand down to pet it absently as he kisses the pyramid between a pair of shoulders. ]
You're already doing it. Being you.
[ Also, he has no idea what to ask for. Avantika never gave a shit what he wanted so he's a little out of touch when it comes to wanting things for himself, beyond a general theme involving Molly in his arms. Now that he's got that, he has time to pause and think, coming up short. ]
[ Fjord really liked to give, and not just in the sense of being on top. It makes Molly think with a smile, because the half-orc is so undeniably sweet but also seems to be unsure what he wants other than to make the tiefling happy. Which is great, don't get his (literally) spoiled ass wrong, but it still hammers in a bit more that Fjord's former lover(s) weren't so into worshiping him in return.
...and damn if he didn't deserve that so much. ]
Mmm... that's so cute, love. I'm happy you want to hear that, and don't get me wrong, I'm dying to come on your dick.
[ Molly locks back, a smile on his face and heat in his eyes. ]
Fuck me, Fjord. If I ever actually refuse to have that cock in me, I'm probably a clone and have been abducted by aliens. [ He chuckles. ] ...and if I don't want you then I'm obviously possessed.
I'd be a bad boyfriend if I didn't give you everything you want.
[ Not a half-orc who has to be asked twice, he leans over Molly to sort through the bedside drawer for the lube, dropping a kiss to his shoulder as he slides back over him, eagerness thrumming in his every move; the grasp of Molly's ass and press of a forehead between painted shoulders. ]
If you need me to stop at any point, let me know. It's ... been a while since I've done this, kinda rusty.
[ He's gentle all the same, kneading his way down Molly's back with one hand while another slides two fingers up the crack of his ass, searching out that hot little hole to start working him open on one. Fjord can practically hear his own heartbeat in his ears, harder than he's been in recent memory (excluding tent shenanigans) with Molly laid out before him like a fucking wet dream and practically begging for it, those long elegant limbs and flushed skintone from the videos committed to memory now bare and sweaty on his own bed. Fjord licks his lips and swallows, refocusing on the present and Molly's reactions, not wanting to hurt him; the tiefling took him well enough the first time they were together but everything was a lust-fuelled trainwreck that night and now here's Fjord's first opportunity to do things right. ]
Mmm... same. We both want eachother to have it all.
[ He can feel how eager Fjord is, though, and that makes his tail swish in a bit of amusement and pride all in one. The sweet little kiss and the breath against his shoulders draws a decadent sigh from him, and Molly smiles as he glances back at his lover. While he loved to see that handsome face, there was something really nice about having him at his back like that. ]
Nothing rusty about it, baby. I love your touch.
[ All of it, from cute pecks and pets to this, the way that hand moves over him while the other slips inside his well-tongued hole. It draws another filthy sound out of the tiefling, and he rocks down on that finger, desperate for more. It had been a little bit of a pause to get that amazingly thick head into him in that tent, but he has no doubt this will be easier. Fjord has spoiled him in what feels like hours. ]
Yes, love, just like that... look how much I want it, opening up for you. Gods.
[ He doesn't know what to do with all this praise, Molly drops it so easily to keep Fjord in a constant state of flush, just of varying degrees. With a finger knuckle-deep and easing Molly into being opened up by something harder than his tongue, he huffs a laugh. ]
Oh ... I'm looking, don't worry.
[ Snagging that swaying tail to wrap around his free arm, he keeps it aloft with a thumb rubbing at the base. After it seems Molly's just fine with one, he gets two fingers to see how he weathers those, the memory of their coupling in the tent doing no justice to being able to see him in the light. ]
[ He moans shamelessly as his tail is grabbed, and the way he thumbs at the base is perfect with the finger becoming two. This time there's more of stretch and he is slower in his rocking, taking them in shallowly at first and clawing a bit at the sheets again like a spoiled cat. ]
Perfect, baby. Fuck, your fingers are so good.
[ Between lube, fingers and his own knowledge how to open up, it doesn't take too long to relax enough to fit those fingers deep inside of him. The whine that follows is wonderful, tattooed back arching as he has to grab his cock to not come. ]
Fuck, fuck... ah!
[ Molly chuckles, trying to calm down and looking back at Fjord again. He probably should wait a while longer or have more fingers in him, but fuck that. ]
I'll stretch on your cock, baby. I want it in me before I come.
[ Dear holy gods, he's never had anyone as hot for him as this before. It short-circuits his brain to have Molly so hungry and he obeys without thinking about it, fingers slipping free to instead guide his cock, hastily slathered in a fist of lube, to that hot ass. Literally hot, Molly burns like a simmering fire as Fjord watches that blushing rim stretch around his dick and slowly eat him up, the grip easing a little once the crown is swallowed and a gasp is tugged from Fjord's lungs, almost startled to have fit.
He still has his grip around that tail and finds purchase between the ridges of it, holding Molly in place with it as he starts to sink further, tight walls slick around him. ]
[ There's a slight tearing sound from the sheets as Molly's nails dig in a little too much, but he doesn't even care, too busy feeling Fjord push into him again. There's a bit of a burn at first when the head starts stretching him open more, but Fjord is going slow and it eventually sinks inside. It feels like a victory, and as more of that cock is fed to him, Molly cries out as it briefly pushes against his prostate.
The grip around his tail is only adding to the pleasure, keeping him where Fjord wants him as he's filled inch by inch. It's such a hot thought, and he's shaking a little, hips finally starting to slowly meet his lover until he has all>/i> of Fjord inside him, so blessedly full. ]
[ With the hand that isn't anchored to a tail, he cups around the curve of a hip and braces Molly when he starts moving, holding him close so that he's never in danger of being left empty. Heat races all through Fjord starting at his dick and he moans helplessly, gaze switching between the way Molly opens up around his shaft (green hugged by pink-purple, the stark difference is beautiful) and the little demon clawing up his bedsheets. They move together and his groans echo every drag of his cock, ridges rutting in so smoothly he barely has to give Molly time to open up before fucking him the way he wants. The slap of bodies is loud and obscene, it's perfect, but he wants more ... ]
Hold on, baby, don't come yet.
[ Releasing the tail, he bears over Molly like before and hugs around his middle, mouth grazing a shoulder as the angle of his cock adjusts inside that tight ass and he rocks in slower, swapping thrusts for a grind. It plasters his chest against Molly's back and lets him feel the arch of his back, the nudge of a tail trapped against his navel making the whole experience a new one. He lets Molly feel his balls warm and full against his parted cheeks, hooking his chin over that shoulder to try and see around a horn. ]
Fucking you is all well and good, but I missed this more. Just being inside you.
[ It feels so good, and not only the cock inside him but the way Fjord touches him, too. A hand against his hip, the grasp on his tail. Loving and supporting but hot and claiming as well. Every sound from the half-orc is bliss, paired with the sighs and whines of his own as they start moving.
Molly barely registers that Fjord is saying something, too lost in the feeling, but then he moves and his world is just his boyfriend again, strong and warm against his body, holding him close and sharing even more oft himself like this. A slow grind is both bliss and torture from how close he was, but it helps to bring him down to a simmer of pleasure that will hopefully make him last longer.
This was full of such emotion and heat in one, from the sweetness of Fjord's voice telling him how me missed just being inside him, to the silky but heavy weight of that sac against him, promising him to fill him up so well. ]
Mmm... you're so good, baby. Fit so perfectly. [ Molly cannot help the sweet moan that leaves him, and it slows into one of those almost-purrs. His tail slithers a bit between them to curl around that green body, and Mollymauk feels like he's high. ] Perfect for me, fuck. Perfect.
[ He's so overwhelmed with emotions, and is this it? Is this how you know you love someone, when the sex turns to such intimacy that his heart hurts? ]
[ If this were less than learning how to make love together he wouldn't enjoy it so much, wouldn't drag it out and leave kisses all over Molly's shoulders and back as they move as one. Fjord tries to hold in the heavier sentiments coalescing behind his ribs, love being one of them, diluted to adoration with every murmur. Beautiful, you're so lovely, such a sweet thing. The pace inevitably picks up and he loses his focus on anything beyond how incredible Molly feels around his dick, tension knotting across his arms and back.
He only pauses, with some difficulty, to hold Molly still and ease away enough to slip out. Burning dark green across his cheeks and ears, Fjord regains his balance on his knees and can't even feel embarrassed by how hard he is, slick and stiff against his own thigh as he holds onto his self-control by a thread. ]
[ He says so many beautiful things and Molly's heart feels like it's going to overflow, adding to the feeling of Fjord around him, in him. As the pace picks up, Molly is drawn from the sweet haze to the just as wonderful drag of that cock in him, sending pleasure all through his spine as it pushes deep inside.
The pause is a bit unexpected, but when Fjord tells him he wants to see his face when he comes, Molly knows that he wants to see the half-orc as well. To kiss him breathless as they fu... make love. That's what they're doing, without a doubt.
He turns over, wiggling a bit to get that pillow under the small of his back instead. Ruby eyes eat up the delicious look of his boyfriend like that, flushed and so hard for him. It makes Molly's legs almost open by themselves, a hand held out to welcome him back where he belongs. ]
Kiss me. Please, love...
[ He needs it like he needs air, desperate to have those lips on him and to look into that handsome face, pretty golden eyes looking like they were holding all the softness and desire that Molly feels as well. ]
[ Past lovers have been beautiful, Fjord is shallow enough to admit that, but there is something about Molly laid out bare and wet for him with parted legs that pulls at his heartstrings. Molly's so much more vulnerable and anxious than the bold persona he puts out into the world and Fjord gets to wrap him up in his arms and seat the purple terror on his dick as he takes care of him; and it's so good. He's never wanted someone so much before, never cared enough to even try.
Never needed to be with them this badly.
He bears down and seizes a hungry kiss, at first just letting Molly feel the weight of him and the outline of his cock. Without breaking the kiss for more than a breath, he reaches down and guides himself back into that clutching heat with an impatient thrust, burying every throbbing inch back inside that slick channel where he belongs. His groan is loud and shameless as he does so, grasping Molly by the ass to haul him in for every bucking return, kisses biting and licking away any trace of hesitation or notion he could draw this out longer. Just to feel him, to fuck him in their own bed, it's a fierce possessiveness Fjord has never known. ]
Molly, [ growling through the amorous kisses, cock burning where his boyfriend surrounds him, ] come for me, sweetheart, come just because you like the way I fuck you, you can do it. Come and I'll get you hard again, baby.
[ He feels more vulnerable like this than with hundreds of people watching him online, so desperate for Fjord's touch and full of so many emotions that it makes his head spin.
As soon as those lips are back on him Molly kisses Fjord hungrily and messily, tongue and teeth and lips. He briefly breaks it when he feels that cock rub against him like that, and then back to desperate kissing again as the half-orc reaches between them to guide himself back into his heat. The whine that is pulled out of him as Fjord bottoms out once more is shaky and desperate, and he grabs at green shoulders as his lover starts thrusting again. Wonderful and claiming and just right.
Molly loves it.
'Come for me' Fjord asks. He's a shaking mess on those sheets, unable to do more than take him, hips as ass controlled by strong green hands. Molly adores the way the half-orc fucks him, that's absolutely true, and he could get addicted to this. Having been close and then pulled down again for so long, the knowledge that he can just let go to tip over that edge is amazing. (Apparently edging is his new kink). His toes curl and his body stiffens as Molly comes between them with a cracked cry of pleasure. ]
[ Watching Molly fall apart is the best way to trigger his own release, riding the sudden wave of tension that ripples down his cock and drags free a heavy load in pulses, hips stuttering as he gasps over him, lost in sensations. His mouth hangs open as he fills him up, just remembering in time to watch as Molly spills all over himself and rivulets trickle down his sides to dirty the blankets. Beautiful. Fjord can't do more than shunt all his weight into a braced arm beside Molly as shivers race down his spine and he has to stop, finally, out of sensitivity.
Still, locked together in a mess, he drops his forehead to Molly's shoulder and muffles a moan. On occasion he fucks Molly just a little, a couple of gentle thrusts to let the come slip out and keep his prostate firmly massaged on every other stroke.
Because Fjord stays just as hard as ever, unlike in the tent.
Thoughts of fucking Molly cloud his mind and it's all he can register as a latent orcish rumble vibrates out from his chest and down into Molly, utterly content but nowhere near spent. The proof of that, if more is needed, lies in the press of his balls still nudged up snug against that lovely ass. ]
Molly's brain is full of wonderful white noise, feeling how Fjord's thick cock pulses inside him with each pump of come. It's amazing, hot and dirty in one, and the tiefling wraps an arm around Fjord as the man flops down a bit on his own. Forehead to forehead like this, Mollymauk once again wonders if this is love or just his endorphins talking, but he never wants Fjord to leave from here.
There's a few moments of gaining air back into their bodies, and now and then Fjord moves a little, dragging his cock in his sensitive hole and making more of that come flow out of him, pooling at the bottom of his tail and then down over the sheet. It's so dirty and amazing, and Molly looks back at those yellow eyes with a smile. ]
You're so perfect, Fjord. Filling me up so good, look at me. I'm yours.
[ It's a little unsteady and breathy, his voice, but he's definitely happy. Molly steals a kiss, soft and gentle as he starts to move his hips a bit, finding out how much he can take. He's still kind of oversensitive, but he can block it out a bit and focus on how good it feels. How deep Fjord is in him right now. It might take Molly a little get it up again (if he can) but fuck. He wants to. ]
[ Something in his chest has been waiting for this emotional uplift all week, something that hums Mate and has him kissing Molly while cupping his face like he's precious (which he is). He rolls them onto their sides so that Molly has more control over how deep he gets to take that rigid shaft with each drag, Fjord afraid of pushing too soon for too much. It had always been before, with the others. ]
It's just — ahh ...
[ God, if anything it feels like his dick has never been so hard in his life, ridges standing out and crown swollen as he continues to keep Molly open, stimulated. Hair falls in Fjord's eyes as he lays on his side with him, a hand grasping at lilac skin from thigh to waist and back again. He bites his lip, shuddering out a sigh that briefly cools his hot blood as he looks across the pillow to Molly. ]
I'm not always like this, I swear. Usually it's just, nngh, just really good porn — yours now — [ hah ] but I feel like —
[ Thrusting hard without warning as he follows the instinct, he lets his nails rake over Molly's ass to find the base of his tail; Fjord fists it, smearing his own come around. ]
Feels like I just can't fill you up with enough of my come, baby.
[ The way he kisses him like that, like he's priceless, tugs on Molly's heart so hard that he feels it might tear with all the emotions. Things that he usually didn't have to deal with while also being fucked so well that he couldn't think.
The new position is wonderful, and he keeps eye-contact with Fjord as he starts to move on that cock, just a few unsure, testing movements before he turns it nice and deep again. He can feel all of that shaft in him, the amazing way it hasn't flagged the slightest and how the textures keep every nerve alive with the way they differ along the cock. ]
Don't apologize for it, baby. I love it. I love that you want me so much.
[ He cries out a bit as that new, harder thrust is added, but he's smiling rather than in protest, hungrily meeting it and whining softly as his tail is grabbed. Stroked with all that seed painting lavender skin, his own cock twitches as it tries to fill again. ]
I want it, I want all of you. I want to be feel it drip down my legs tomorrow when I get up and know I'm yours.
[ At some point his heart has become inexorably wrapped around his dick as the way he throbs with want makes the same hot blood thunder in his ears when Molly coos at him. He sinks back and pulls him along, the beautiful creature half-splayed over his lap working him over expertly; Fjord drops his head back on a breathless noise he didn't even know he could make, lashes lowering as his eyes roll up and he happily drowns in the hedonistic grind. ]
You're so wet, oh fuck — [ he lets Molly's legs take over the grip below holding them together and transfers his from a tail to the tiefling's spent cock, gently squeezing, ] — D-Did you look up the whole mate thing? 'Cause, ah, you're doing so good.
[ Molly keeps moving, needing to feel Fjord bottom out at each movement and running his hands down that back as they fuck. All those little noises the half-orc makes are so hot, and he leans in to capture those lips in a kiss. ]
I did.
[ He says, nibbling the skin down Fjord's neck. The movements of his hips pick up just a little, and Molly moans softly against the curve of the half-orc's shoulder as his boyfriend goes for his cock instead. It's slick from his own spend and the touch sends another one of those pulses of pleasure up his spine. ]
Fjord, yes...
[ He bites down slightly at Fjord's throat, just enough to make a hickey there. ]
[ There's something sexy about knowing Molly's keenly aware of what being a mate entails and that he's here steadily getting fucked to harder and harder thrusts even so. His hand cupping the back of a neck slides up and grasps at curls as payback for the bite that makes Fjord's hips noticeably shudder. Precome slicks Molly up more, inside and out as Fjord falls back into the deep pace of their love-making and rubs corkscrews around an already dripping cockhead. ]
You feel so, so right, so fucking incredible, god, I'd breed you if I could, you're the prettiest, cleverest sweetheart ...
[ Panting, he breaks off to groan, lower this time. Less human, more orc. ]
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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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...and that dick. Gods, how he loves the feel of it, pressing against him like that. Showing him how much Fjord is turned on just by eating him out. ]
I'm going to come immediately if you put your cock in me.
[ He says with a little chuckle, coiling his tail around Fjord's thigh. Molly's sex drive was pretty high, and he might have a thing for that thick, textured cock and the feeling of being filled. However, he doesn't want this to end before Fjord's barely gotten his dick wet. ]
You're so good to me, darling. What can I do for you?
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[ It flatters him immensely and has laughter rumbling against Molly'a back. The tail running down Fjord's thigh is a distraction, sliding a hand down to pet it absently as he kisses the pyramid between a pair of shoulders. ]
You're already doing it. Being you.
[ Also, he has no idea what to ask for. Avantika never gave a shit what he wanted so he's a little out of touch when it comes to wanting things for himself, beyond a general theme involving Molly in his arms. Now that he's got that, he has time to pause and think, coming up short. ]
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...and damn if he didn't deserve that so much. ]
Mmm... that's so cute, love. I'm happy you want to hear that, and don't get me wrong, I'm dying to come on your dick.
[ Molly locks back, a smile on his face and heat in his eyes. ]
Fuck me, Fjord. If I ever actually refuse to have that cock in me, I'm probably a clone and have been abducted by aliens. [ He chuckles. ] ...and if I don't want you then I'm obviously possessed.
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[ Not a half-orc who has to be asked twice, he leans over Molly to sort through the bedside drawer for the lube, dropping a kiss to his shoulder as he slides back over him, eagerness thrumming in his every move; the grasp of Molly's ass and press of a forehead between painted shoulders. ]
If you need me to stop at any point, let me know. It's ... been a while since I've done this, kinda rusty.
[ He's gentle all the same, kneading his way down Molly's back with one hand while another slides two fingers up the crack of his ass, searching out that hot little hole to start working him open on one. Fjord can practically hear his own heartbeat in his ears, harder than he's been in recent memory (excluding tent shenanigans) with Molly laid out before him like a fucking wet dream and practically begging for it, those long elegant limbs and flushed skintone from the videos committed to memory now bare and sweaty on his own bed. Fjord licks his lips and swallows, refocusing on the present and Molly's reactions, not wanting to hurt him; the tiefling took him well enough the first time they were together but everything was a lust-fuelled trainwreck that night and now here's Fjord's first opportunity to do things right. ]
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[ He can feel how eager Fjord is, though, and that makes his tail swish in a bit of amusement and pride all in one. The sweet little kiss and the breath against his shoulders draws a decadent sigh from him, and Molly smiles as he glances back at his lover. While he loved to see that handsome face, there was something really nice about having him at his back like that. ]
Nothing rusty about it, baby. I love your touch.
[ All of it, from cute pecks and pets to this, the way that hand moves over him while the other slips inside his well-tongued hole. It draws another filthy sound out of the tiefling, and he rocks down on that finger, desperate for more. It had been a little bit of a pause to get that amazingly thick head into him in that tent, but he has no doubt this will be easier. Fjord has spoiled him in what feels like hours. ]
Yes, love, just like that... look how much I want it, opening up for you. Gods.
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Oh ... I'm looking, don't worry.
[ Snagging that swaying tail to wrap around his free arm, he keeps it aloft with a thumb rubbing at the base. After it seems Molly's just fine with one, he gets two fingers to see how he weathers those, the memory of their coupling in the tent doing no justice to being able to see him in the light. ]
There you go, how's it feel?
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Perfect, baby. Fuck, your fingers are so good.
[ Between lube, fingers and his own knowledge how to open up, it doesn't take too long to relax enough to fit those fingers deep inside of him. The whine that follows is wonderful, tattooed back arching as he has to grab his cock to not come. ]
Fuck, fuck... ah!
[ Molly chuckles, trying to calm down and looking back at Fjord again. He probably should wait a while longer or have more fingers in him, but fuck that. ]
I'll stretch on your cock, baby. I want it in me before I come.
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[ Dear holy gods, he's never had anyone as hot for him as this before. It short-circuits his brain to have Molly so hungry and he obeys without thinking about it, fingers slipping free to instead guide his cock, hastily slathered in a fist of lube, to that hot ass. Literally hot, Molly burns like a simmering fire as Fjord watches that blushing rim stretch around his dick and slowly eat him up, the grip easing a little once the crown is swallowed and a gasp is tugged from Fjord's lungs, almost startled to have fit.
He still has his grip around that tail and finds purchase between the ridges of it, holding Molly in place with it as he starts to sink further, tight walls slick around him. ]
Fuck, Molly ... !
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The grip around his tail is only adding to the pleasure, keeping him where Fjord wants him as he's filled inch by inch. It's such a hot thought, and he's shaking a little, hips finally starting to slowly meet his lover until he has all>/i> of Fjord inside him, so blessedly full. ]
Please, please, please baby, I'm so close...!
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[ With the hand that isn't anchored to a tail, he cups around the curve of a hip and braces Molly when he starts moving, holding him close so that he's never in danger of being left empty. Heat races all through Fjord starting at his dick and he moans helplessly, gaze switching between the way Molly opens up around his shaft (green hugged by pink-purple, the stark difference is beautiful) and the little demon clawing up his bedsheets. They move together and his groans echo every drag of his cock, ridges rutting in so smoothly he barely has to give Molly time to open up before fucking him the way he wants. The slap of bodies is loud and obscene, it's perfect, but he wants more ... ]
Hold on, baby, don't come yet.
[ Releasing the tail, he bears over Molly like before and hugs around his middle, mouth grazing a shoulder as the angle of his cock adjusts inside that tight ass and he rocks in slower, swapping thrusts for a grind. It plasters his chest against Molly's back and lets him feel the arch of his back, the nudge of a tail trapped against his navel making the whole experience a new one. He lets Molly feel his balls warm and full against his parted cheeks, hooking his chin over that shoulder to try and see around a horn. ]
Fucking you is all well and good, but I missed this more. Just being inside you.
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Molly barely registers that Fjord is saying something, too lost in the feeling, but then he moves and his world is just his boyfriend again, strong and warm against his body, holding him close and sharing even more oft himself like this. A slow grind is both bliss and torture from how close he was, but it helps to bring him down to a simmer of pleasure that will hopefully make him last longer.
This was full of such emotion and heat in one, from the sweetness of Fjord's voice telling him how me missed just being inside him, to the silky but heavy weight of that sac against him, promising him to fill him up so well. ]
Mmm... you're so good, baby. Fit so perfectly. [ Molly cannot help the sweet moan that leaves him, and it slows into one of those almost-purrs. His tail slithers a bit between them to curl around that green body, and Mollymauk feels like he's high. ] Perfect for me, fuck. Perfect.
[ He's so overwhelmed with emotions, and is this it? Is this how you know you love someone, when the sex turns to such intimacy that his heart hurts? ]
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He only pauses, with some difficulty, to hold Molly still and ease away enough to slip out. Burning dark green across his cheeks and ears, Fjord regains his balance on his knees and can't even feel embarrassed by how hard he is, slick and stiff against his own thigh as he holds onto his self-control by a thread. ]
Turn over, I want to see your face when you come.
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The pause is a bit unexpected, but when Fjord tells him he wants to see his face when he comes, Molly knows that he wants to see the half-orc as well. To kiss him breathless as they fu... make love. That's what they're doing, without a doubt.
He turns over, wiggling a bit to get that pillow under the small of his back instead. Ruby eyes eat up the delicious look of his boyfriend like that, flushed and so hard for him. It makes Molly's legs almost open by themselves, a hand held out to welcome him back where he belongs. ]
Kiss me. Please, love...
[ He needs it like he needs air, desperate to have those lips on him and to look into that handsome face, pretty golden eyes looking like they were holding all the softness and desire that Molly feels as well. ]
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Never needed to be with them this badly.
He bears down and seizes a hungry kiss, at first just letting Molly feel the weight of him and the outline of his cock. Without breaking the kiss for more than a breath, he reaches down and guides himself back into that clutching heat with an impatient thrust, burying every throbbing inch back inside that slick channel where he belongs. His groan is loud and shameless as he does so, grasping Molly by the ass to haul him in for every bucking return, kisses biting and licking away any trace of hesitation or notion he could draw this out longer. Just to feel him, to fuck him in their own bed, it's a fierce possessiveness Fjord has never known. ]
Molly, [ growling through the amorous kisses, cock burning where his boyfriend surrounds him, ] come for me, sweetheart, come just because you like the way I fuck you, you can do it. Come and I'll get you hard again, baby.
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As soon as those lips are back on him Molly kisses Fjord hungrily and messily, tongue and teeth and lips. He briefly breaks it when he feels that cock rub against him like that, and then back to desperate kissing again as the half-orc reaches between them to guide himself back into his heat. The whine that is pulled out of him as Fjord bottoms out once more is shaky and desperate, and he grabs at green shoulders as his lover starts thrusting again. Wonderful and claiming and just right.
Molly loves it.
'Come for me' Fjord asks. He's a shaking mess on those sheets, unable to do more than take him, hips as ass controlled by strong green hands. Molly adores the way the half-orc fucks him, that's absolutely true, and he could get addicted to this. Having been close and then pulled down again for so long, the knowledge that he can just let go to tip over that edge is amazing. (Apparently edging is his new kink). His toes curl and his body stiffens as Molly comes between them with a cracked cry of pleasure. ]
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Still, locked together in a mess, he drops his forehead to Molly's shoulder and muffles a moan. On occasion he fucks Molly just a little, a couple of gentle thrusts to let the come slip out and keep his prostate firmly massaged on every other stroke.
Because Fjord stays just as hard as ever, unlike in the tent.
Thoughts of fucking Molly cloud his mind and it's all he can register as a latent orcish rumble vibrates out from his chest and down into Molly, utterly content but nowhere near spent. The proof of that, if more is needed, lies in the press of his balls still nudged up snug against that lovely ass. ]
Oh ...
[ What are words. ]
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Molly's brain is full of wonderful white noise, feeling how Fjord's thick cock pulses inside him with each pump of come. It's amazing, hot and dirty in one, and the tiefling wraps an arm around Fjord as the man flops down a bit on his own. Forehead to forehead like this, Mollymauk once again wonders if this is love or just his endorphins talking, but he never wants Fjord to leave from here.
There's a few moments of gaining air back into their bodies, and now and then Fjord moves a little, dragging his cock in his sensitive hole and making more of that come flow out of him, pooling at the bottom of his tail and then down over the sheet. It's so dirty and amazing, and Molly looks back at those yellow eyes with a smile. ]
You're so perfect, Fjord. Filling me up so good, look at me. I'm yours.
[ It's a little unsteady and breathy, his voice, but he's definitely happy. Molly steals a kiss, soft and gentle as he starts to move his hips a bit, finding out how much he can take. He's still kind of oversensitive, but he can block it out a bit and focus on how good it feels. How deep Fjord is in him right now. It might take Molly a little get it up again (if he can) but fuck. He wants to. ]
I can take anything you want to give, baby.
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It's just — ahh ...
[ God, if anything it feels like his dick has never been so hard in his life, ridges standing out and crown swollen as he continues to keep Molly open, stimulated. Hair falls in Fjord's eyes as he lays on his side with him, a hand grasping at lilac skin from thigh to waist and back again. He bites his lip, shuddering out a sigh that briefly cools his hot blood as he looks across the pillow to Molly. ]
I'm not always like this, I swear. Usually it's just, nngh, just really good porn — yours now — [ hah ] but I feel like —
[ Thrusting hard without warning as he follows the instinct, he lets his nails rake over Molly's ass to find the base of his tail; Fjord fists it, smearing his own come around. ]
Feels like I just can't fill you up with enough of my come, baby.
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The new position is wonderful, and he keeps eye-contact with Fjord as he starts to move on that cock, just a few unsure, testing movements before he turns it nice and deep again. He can feel all of that shaft in him, the amazing way it hasn't flagged the slightest and how the textures keep every nerve alive with the way they differ along the cock. ]
Don't apologize for it, baby. I love it. I love that you want me so much.
[ He cries out a bit as that new, harder thrust is added, but he's smiling rather than in protest, hungrily meeting it and whining softly as his tail is grabbed. Stroked with all that seed painting lavender skin, his own cock twitches as it tries to fill again. ]
I want it, I want all of you. I want to be feel it drip down my legs tomorrow when I get up and know I'm yours.
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[ At some point his heart has become inexorably wrapped around his dick as the way he throbs with want makes the same hot blood thunder in his ears when Molly coos at him. He sinks back and pulls him along, the beautiful creature half-splayed over his lap working him over expertly; Fjord drops his head back on a breathless noise he didn't even know he could make, lashes lowering as his eyes roll up and he happily drowns in the hedonistic grind. ]
You're so wet, oh fuck — [ he lets Molly's legs take over the grip below holding them together and transfers his from a tail to the tiefling's spent cock, gently squeezing, ] — D-Did you look up the whole mate thing? 'Cause, ah, you're doing so good.
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I did.
[ He says, nibbling the skin down Fjord's neck. The movements of his hips pick up just a little, and Molly moans softly against the curve of the half-orc's shoulder as his boyfriend goes for his cock instead. It's slick from his own spend and the touch sends another one of those pulses of pleasure up his spine. ]
Fjord, yes...
[ He bites down slightly at Fjord's throat, just enough to make a hickey there. ]
I'm just doing what feels right.
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[ There's something sexy about knowing Molly's keenly aware of what being a mate entails and that he's here steadily getting fucked to harder and harder thrusts even so. His hand cupping the back of a neck slides up and grasps at curls as payback for the bite that makes Fjord's hips noticeably shudder. Precome slicks Molly up more, inside and out as Fjord falls back into the deep pace of their love-making and rubs corkscrews around an already dripping cockhead. ]
You feel so, so right, so fucking incredible, god, I'd breed you if I could, you're the prettiest, cleverest sweetheart ...
[ Panting, he breaks off to groan, lower this time. Less human, more orc. ]
Missed you, I missed you all week.
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