[ 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. ]
[ Molly whines at those beautiful words, desperate to match the way he's fucked while Fjord sets his body alight. Cock, hands, words and the tiefling is so hard again, each thrust making him push is hips up to slide it in Fjord's grip. ]
I missed you too. Fuck, I wanted to be in your arms so much.
[ Not even (just) for sex. He missed everything about Fjord, and just going to sleep with him last night had been so soothing. ]
You are so good to me, baby. So kind, so sweet, so fucking handsome. I'm yours, I'm your mate, whatever you want.
[ He's babbling a bit, words drawn from his lips as they move and that lower groan making his heart jump in his chest. ]
My wonderful nerd. Fuck me like you want to claim me.
[ My wonderful nerd, what kind of sweet-talk is that? If he had the breath to spare and laugh he would but he's too preoccupied rolling them onto their sides again so that Molly has just as much agency in getting them off as Fjord does. Fighting off the red haze that threatens the corners of his vision, he only manages to do so because he thinks Molly deserves better than that, more than a mindless fuck enslaved to instinct, and it's with yellow eyes that he meets a ruby gaze and starts moving with purpose.
The relief he feels in remaining wholly himself is palpable in his kisses, smiling whenever he isn't sharing lewd noises of appreciation. ]
You know the rule now, baby.
[ His hand moves to the same pace of his hips driving Molly full of cock to the root, shunting the air from his lungs if Fjord can help it. He rests their foreheads together. ]
M'not coming till you do, I want to see you taken care of. [ And just to get him back for the nerd comment, mischief flashes in his eyes as he growls close and kisses him messily, voice dropping an octave. ] Tighten up that pretty tiefling pussy for me, Molls.
[ The grin he gets in return says he knows just what kind of 'sweet-talk' that was, but it's quickly pulled off his face and replaced by a softer but pleasure-filled smile as they move again. Molly hungrily moves with Fjord, thighs protesting a little but he's too horny to have time to be tired right now.
He's too busy filling his life with kisses, touches and joy. Fjord is so deep in him, making him gasp and continuing mindless, happy praise under his breath each time those heavy balls meet the underside of his tail. It's perfect, and Fjord's reminder of the new 'rule' has him chuckling in-between moans.
It hits him how unusual it was for someone to want to see him take care of, first.
He should have known something was up when he saw that glint in his lover's eyes, but Molly didn't expect that - and it makes his body quake, happy to tighten up around that green cock and revel in Fjord's dirty talk. ]
[ He can whip out the filth if needs be, rarely but when he does he means it. With Molly trembling on his dick he wraps his arms around him and secures his grasp, kneading at soft cheeks to pull them apart and let him piston in to keep Molly out of his mind, completely given over to being fucked to exhaustion. They're so close, he can count all his boyfriend's eyelashes. ]
That's it, there you go. You like it when I say your pussy's pretty? You're so wet, baby, hot and sticky as honey, I'll fuck you all tomorrow too. Waiting in the rain for me like you did ... You deserve so much, Molly. I'll fuck you and feed you in the morning, you can lie here with your legs open and I'll slide back in whenever you want to feel me, my spoiled little cock-warmer.
I'll kiss you every time you beg.
[ Fjord bites down on Molly's shoulder to muffle his hoarse yell as he starts to come again, leaving a matching mark. ]
[ Molly's eyes roll back a bit and all he can do is listen to that pretty voice tell him such lovely things while that cock drives him mad at the same time. He's shaking again, tail trying to coil around something as each little promise makes him cry out 'yes'.
That matching bite is what brings him to orgasm again, this time feeling like a wave rather than falling off a cliff as he comes together with Fjord. He only has a little left compared to the half-orc that is filling him to the brim yet again - Molly already knows he's going to be obsessed about that, because it feels so so good.
He's pretty sure his brain has evacuated the whole building as he comes down, mostly limp against his lover. ]
[ It's been a hell of a night. Closer to the small hours of the morning rather than the evening-proper by now, Fjord's confident no one is awake to hear the noise they make coming for a second time, but he might avoid his neighbours for a week just to be safe because he comes with a shout of Molly's name and there's a distinctly inhuman snarl when he tosses his head back, pouring the last of his load into the heat of his endlessly adoring boyfriend. Holding him close, the wave of ecstasy washes over him and he swears he can feel it shaking Molly too as he ducks down to nuzzle under a jaw.
Breathing heavily, the world still edged in white as he comes to a slow stop, he just keeps hold of Molly until the power of speech returns. It may be a while for Fjord; all his bones feel like they've turned to lead and he can't stop shivering. ]
[ Molly gives a soft, content sigh as Fjord leans down over him like that, arms around his lover and little sweet nothings breathed in that slightly pointed ear. He feels so good, body still a little shaky from his release and head all nice and cottony, just full of Fjord's presence.
Words take a moment for both of them, and the first one Molly makes to croak out is 'fuck'. Followed by a small chuckle and a little squeeze of his arms. ]
[ Those are his first words, breathless and blissed out. He takes care to stay braced on his knees when he eases out of Molly, giving him room to move however is the most comfortable, and Fjord brushes through tangled plum curls, gently avoiding any snagging on those horns. ]
That was really ... something. [ He can't believe half the things he said, oh wow. Yikes. ] It's never felt like that before.
[ There's a soft moan as Fjord pulls out, quickly followed by his lover's spend. These sheets were absolutely ruined, but Molly doesn't care. It was worth it, at least to him. He feels so utterly claimed and naughty in one, smiling as his hair is brushed through so sweetly after all that.
Leaning up, Molly kisses his boyfriend slowly, rubbing his leg against Fjord's and his tail making very slight swishes in the bed. ]
I feel so good, Fjord. In every way. Sex... it's never been like that for me before.
[ He strokes a hand over that beard, down to a chin. ]
[ The dopiest smile won't leave as he kisses him back, tapping the tip of a pointed ear. ]
Guess we mutually blew our minds, hmm?
[ The blankets are rather tacky, which won't do. Molly's also a mess which is Fjord's fault and since he's always seen to his own aftercare, he knows something about what Molly might appreciate. ]
Would you like me to run you a bath? I can change the sheets while you're in there.
[ Molly grins and snuggles close, not really expecting anything more than changing sheets after they get up - but then Fjord offers that and he looks a bit surprised. ]
...really? That actually sounds lovely.
[ If his knees work as they should, that is. Just the thought of a hot bath, both after this and from the damn storm yesterday? It makes that almost-purr return. ]
Okay, you stay here and I'll sort you out. I'll be right back.
[ With one last smooch he creakily gets up (don't laugh, shh, his legs have returning blood in them) and heads out of the bedroom butt-naked. Across the hall he runs a warm bath and finds the pain-killers out of the cupboard, rinsing out the glass his toothbrush usually stands in on the sink so that Molly can take something if he's aching too much. A fluffy towel is set on the radiator to heat up for the tiefling while Fjord uses the old one to have a quick wash himself.
He returns to Molly with a more languid gait, perching beside him on the bed. ]
[ Sad to see him leave, happy to watch him go. Look at that hot ass! It makes him wonder... well. That's for later. ]
You are so good to me, baby.
[ While Fjord sets up his bath, Molly has sat up in the bed and waits like a spoiled little cat for his 'treat'. Once Fjord says that it's ready, he stands on somewhat unsteady legs and kisses the half-orc. ]
Thank you. It's been... I don't think anyone has done this for me, before. I like it.
[ There's another peck, and then he starts heading for the bathroom. Reminded about what his lover had said earlier, Molly lifts his tail once he's almost out of the room, showing how more of that seed is dripping down his legs.
Winking, he disappears inside, carefully cleaning himself off a bit with some tissue and then slipping into the bath with a sigh. He's not too sore since he does this a lot, but the thought is so sweet that it almost makes him emotional in the middle of a damn bathtub.
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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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I missed you too. Fuck, I wanted to be in your arms so much.
[ Not even (just) for sex. He missed everything about Fjord, and just going to sleep with him last night had been so soothing. ]
You are so good to me, baby. So kind, so sweet, so fucking handsome. I'm yours, I'm your mate, whatever you want.
[ He's babbling a bit, words drawn from his lips as they move and that lower groan making his heart jump in his chest. ]
My wonderful nerd. Fuck me like you want to claim me.
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The relief he feels in remaining wholly himself is palpable in his kisses, smiling whenever he isn't sharing lewd noises of appreciation. ]
You know the rule now, baby.
[ His hand moves to the same pace of his hips driving Molly full of cock to the root, shunting the air from his lungs if Fjord can help it. He rests their foreheads together. ]
M'not coming till you do, I want to see you taken care of. [ And just to get him back for the nerd comment, mischief flashes in his eyes as he growls close and kisses him messily, voice dropping an octave. ] Tighten up that pretty tiefling pussy for me, Molls.
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He's too busy filling his life with kisses, touches and joy. Fjord is so deep in him, making him gasp and continuing mindless, happy praise under his breath each time those heavy balls meet the underside of his tail. It's perfect, and Fjord's reminder of the new 'rule' has him chuckling in-between moans.
It hits him how unusual it was for someone to want to see him take care of, first.
He should have known something was up when he saw that glint in his lover's eyes, but Molly didn't expect that - and it makes his body quake, happy to tighten up around that green cock and revel in Fjord's dirty talk. ]
Yes!
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That's it, there you go. You like it when I say your pussy's pretty? You're so wet, baby, hot and sticky as honey, I'll fuck you all tomorrow too. Waiting in the rain for me like you did ... You deserve so much, Molly. I'll fuck you and feed you in the morning, you can lie here with your legs open and I'll slide back in whenever you want to feel me, my spoiled little cock-warmer.
I'll kiss you every time you beg.
[ Fjord bites down on Molly's shoulder to muffle his hoarse yell as he starts to come again, leaving a matching mark. ]
Molly, Molly ... !
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That matching bite is what brings him to orgasm again, this time feeling like a wave rather than falling off a cliff as he comes together with Fjord. He only has a little left compared to the half-orc that is filling him to the brim yet again - Molly already knows he's going to be obsessed about that, because it feels so so good.
He's pretty sure his brain has evacuated the whole building as he comes down, mostly limp against his lover. ]
Mmm...
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Breathing heavily, the world still edged in white as he comes to a slow stop, he just keeps hold of Molly until the power of speech returns. It may be a while for Fjord; all his bones feel like they've turned to lead and he can't stop shivering. ]
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Words take a moment for both of them, and the first one Molly makes to croak out is 'fuck'. Followed by a small chuckle and a little squeeze of his arms. ]
That was... gods. So good, baby.
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[ Those are his first words, breathless and blissed out. He takes care to stay braced on his knees when he eases out of Molly, giving him room to move however is the most comfortable, and Fjord brushes through tangled plum curls, gently avoiding any snagging on those horns. ]
That was really ... something. [ He can't believe half the things he said, oh wow. Yikes. ] It's never felt like that before.
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Leaning up, Molly kisses his boyfriend slowly, rubbing his leg against Fjord's and his tail making very slight swishes in the bed. ]
I feel so good, Fjord. In every way. Sex... it's never been like that for me before.
[ He strokes a hand over that beard, down to a chin. ]
You're amazing.
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Guess we mutually blew our minds, hmm?
[ The blankets are rather tacky, which won't do. Molly's also a mess which is Fjord's fault and since he's always seen to his own aftercare, he knows something about what Molly might appreciate. ]
Would you like me to run you a bath? I can change the sheets while you're in there.
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[ Molly grins and snuggles close, not really expecting anything more than changing sheets after they get up - but then Fjord offers that and he looks a bit surprised. ]
...really? That actually sounds lovely.
[ If his knees work as they should, that is. Just the thought of a hot bath, both after this and from the damn storm yesterday? It makes that almost-purr return. ]
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[ With one last smooch he creakily gets up (don't laugh, shh, his legs have returning blood in them) and heads out of the bedroom butt-naked. Across the hall he runs a warm bath and finds the pain-killers out of the cupboard, rinsing out the glass his toothbrush usually stands in on the sink so that Molly can take something if he's aching too much. A fluffy towel is set on the radiator to heat up for the tiefling while Fjord uses the old one to have a quick wash himself.
He returns to Molly with a more languid gait, perching beside him on the bed. ]
Bath's ready, take as long as you need.
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You are so good to me, baby.
[ While Fjord sets up his bath, Molly has sat up in the bed and waits like a spoiled little cat for his 'treat'. Once Fjord says that it's ready, he stands on somewhat unsteady legs and kisses the half-orc. ]
Thank you. It's been... I don't think anyone has done this for me, before. I like it.
[ There's another peck, and then he starts heading for the bathroom. Reminded about what his lover had said earlier, Molly lifts his tail once he's almost out of the room, showing how more of that seed is dripping down his legs.
Winking, he disappears inside, carefully cleaning himself off a bit with some tissue and then slipping into the bath with a sigh. He's not too sore since he does this a lot, but the thought is so sweet that it almost makes him emotional in the middle of a damn bathtub.
Pardon him if he stays here for a while. ]
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