[ Molly laughs, taking his coffee with a grin and then settling down again to happily watch his boyfriend having his drink right in front of him wearing only a towel.
A very nice view. ]
Yeah, it's a fundraiser. Lots of rich people. Possibly a bit of risque shows. I'll get you a tux... I think your measurements are 'thicc hot guy'?
She's going to think I have a tiefling fetish, oh my god.
[ Running a hand down his face, yikes. He rubs his eyes and leans forward, nursing his coffee while one of his feet finds Molly's to play with, charmed by the flattery. ]
You don't have to buy me a tux, that must cost loads. I can just wear a rental.
[ There's a moment's pause where his smile pauses, then the look in his eyes warms as they crinkle further. He holds back the urge to tease him, getting up to plant a soft kiss on those lovely lips instead.
He's too abuzz with having heard that from Molly to even process saying it back. ]
[ He definitely sounds like he wants a breather, looking a little shellshocked. Fuck, fuck, what does this mean, now? It's been a bit more than two weeks, right? How could he says something li-
Fjord kisses him and Molly's expression softens slightly, breath coming back. He was okay with it, and... well. He did call him his mate several times, so maybe it wasn't too soon?
Did he know what love felt like or was he just happy he got attention?
Shit.
Molly groans and flops back into the couch, horns already threatening to make permanent dips in the back of it. He busies himself with channel surfing, but can't quite connect to his brain what's on the screen.
He didn't say it back, his shitty mind gleefully points out. ]
[ Left to stew in a minefield of mental juices, Molly is alone for all of fifteen minutes as Fjord happily makes them some bacon and buttery toast. He hums to the radio as he goes, still in his towel and perfectly at ease with Molly huffing and puffing at the TV at his back.
I love you.
He needs to stop blushing like a schoolgirl, fuck. ]
Breakfast is served! Budge up, make room for the chef. A hot meal for my hot boyfriend.
[ Molly's channel surfing finally stopped on some kind of Jeopardy-like show, only because one contestant said 'orc' just as he was about to click next, and it just seemed decent background noise for a probably awkward talk.
...yet Fjord comes back with bacon and toast, and Molly scoots so that he can join him on the couch.
A hot meal for my hot boyfriend. He's such a himbo and Molly's chest just flutters happily. ]
Thank you, darling.
[ Thank you for the food, and for not freaking out. ]
[ Molly leans into that little peck, almost-purr drawn from his chest as he looks at Fjord. His question makes him a little awkward, though, and his sunrise eyes look away. ]
I don't... actually know what to do like this. It's usually just sex. Hang out? Watch TV? Take a walk?
[ He really isn't used to just being with someone in a home, unless it was just hanging with Yasha. It wasn't like he could braid Fjord's hair, though, and he doubts the half-orc wants to hear him bitch about the internet, gossip relentlessly, talk about clothes, fun stores he's seen, the new podcast he found or the fact that he now has unlocked more villagers in Animal Crossing. That was not date stuff. ]
[ He could kill whoever treated Molly like a sex doll. All of them. ]
Well, it's a Saturday, that means all the shops are open and we can go shopping if you want to see what's new in town. Grab a bite to eat while we're up there?
[ He drapes an arm around Molly's shoulders, chuckling. ]
It would be nice to have a normal, non-stress, no costumes, regular date together.
[ Molly brightens up at that, as the idea of an actual date would be amazing. Shopping is just cake on top of the cake. ]
I haven't been to this part of Zadash, so it's all new territory to me. I would love to explore it with you.
[ Leaning into that touch, he then realizes he's not sure if his clothes are decent enough to go out in after the storm. (Well, not decent/i>, those pants are tight, but hopefully at least not a wrinkly mess.) ]
Ah, shit. How bedraggled and sad am I going to look after yesterday?
[ There's a little, silly kiss on the nose for that one. Then he perks up at Fjord's suggestion. ]
Hmmm, boyfriend shirt...
[ Excellent idea! Molly hops off the couch and hurries into the bedroom to open Fjord's closet and steal the first shirt he can get his hands on that screams Fjord. ]
[ Fjord is happy to finish off their breakfast and join Molly in the doorway at a more leisurely pace. ]
How goes the ransacking?
[ There are fitted gym tops and sweaters, but what Molly may prefer are some baggy tshirts from when Fjord lost a little weight after Beau took him under her wing. Slogans like "save a seahorse, ride a sailor", and various other designs. ]
[ He slips into that big shirt with a laugh, and it is big enough to be cover his butt like a little sailor-humor tunic. Twirling around, Molly then bows to Fjord. ]
I think you look great, also that you need your trousers or you'll end up with ten new boyfriends by the time the day is out.
[ That being said, he scoops up Molly's discarded trousers and takes them into the kitchen to toss in the tumble dryer and deal with any leftover rain from last night. ]
Oh, [ calling through the apartment, ] I hope it's not weird, I bought a spare toothbrush for you in case you stayed the night. It's in the bathroom.
[ Even if you can't see him roll his eyes with those red globes, the whole vibe is there. Molly just slides by Fjord and kisses the man again. Because he can, and that's what makes it amazing. ]
I didn't want you to feel like you weren't welcome, it wasn't ... presuming anything. Just so you know.
[ He wraps his arms around Molly with a gratuitous amount of cuddling and roaming hands, smiling into affectionate kisses which leave them bumping noses. He can't disguise how content he is like this, try as he might; it warms his crinkled eyes as he gazes into redredred. If he looks long enough he thinks he can see the ghosts of pupils. ]
I love you too, Molly.
[ A keepsake from earlier when he didn't say it back. ]
[ Smiling, he happily snuggles into those arms, letting himself enjoy the closeness of someone that was so sweet that he was worried getting his boyfriend a toothbrush was presumptuous.
His eyes meet yellow happily, adoring the way Fjord's own pupil waxed and waned with light. From slits to full moons by a kiss. He loves it.
Fjord loves him. ]
Good. You mean so much to me, Fjord. Even just this little time... I'm so happy.
Sweetheart, I can't remember how I got to the grand old age of thirty-three without ever having you in my life. I don't want to.
[ A soft kiss buffs those pretty lips as he slides a hand up the back of Molly's neck and into his hair, letting him see the way he looks him over. It's not just that Molly's a knockout (and knows it), he's so kind-hearted and warm beneath that crass, shiny shell that Fjord has gotten increasingly smitten since day one.
His fingers brush up, thumb gently flicking an ear as purple waves cover his wrist and he parts his lips as if to say something again ...
But he ends up going in for another kiss, this one firmer with a happy hum to it. A rumble in his chest. He can't find the right words to explain the lovely weight in his ribs whenever he thinks about Molly being his so he tries to put it into the kiss instead, licking his way past sharp fangs to find the perfect way they fit together by now, tusks and all. ]
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[ Marion's going to think Fjord is a slut, oh god. ]
A tux? No ... It's a super swanky party, then? No business-casual will do?
[ Pouring two mugs of coffee out, he returns one to his demanding boyfriend and sits on the coffee table opposite him. It's a nice view. ]
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[ Molly laughs, taking his coffee with a grin and then settling down again to happily watch his boyfriend having his drink right in front of him wearing only a towel.
A very nice view. ]
Yeah, it's a fundraiser. Lots of rich people. Possibly a bit of risque shows. I'll get you a tux... I think your measurements are 'thicc hot guy'?
[ Snort. ]
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[ Running a hand down his face, yikes. He rubs his eyes and leans forward, nursing his coffee while one of his feet finds Molly's to play with, charmed by the flattery. ]
You don't have to buy me a tux, that must cost loads. I can just wear a rental.
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[ His expression is adorable, though, and Molly strokes his foot against the reaching green one. Footsies in the living room, scandalous. ]
Darling, you spent so much money on seeing me naked and now you get it for free. Think of it as a refund.
...plus it meant I could pay rent early and have money over even after buying Yasha her bike, so damn. Sugar daddy.
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Hardly get to be your Daddy any other time with our schedules, got to squeeze in the appreciation when I can.
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You're a menace and I love you.
[ ...wait, shit. ]
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He's too abuzz with having heard that from Molly to even process saying it back. ]
... I'll get breakfast on, you command the TV.
[ Just in case Molly wants a mild breather. ]
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Fjord kisses him and Molly's expression softens slightly, breath coming back. He was okay with it, and... well. He did call him his mate several times, so maybe it wasn't too soon?
Did he know what love felt like or was he just happy he got attention?
Shit.
Molly groans and flops back into the couch, horns already threatening to make permanent dips in the back of it. He busies himself with channel surfing, but can't quite connect to his brain what's on the screen.
He didn't say it back, his shitty mind gleefully points out. ]
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I love you.
He needs to stop blushing like a schoolgirl, fuck. ]
Breakfast is served! Budge up, make room for the chef. A hot meal for my hot boyfriend.
[ What a corndog. ]
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...yet Fjord comes back with bacon and toast, and Molly scoots so that he can join him on the couch.
A hot meal for my hot boyfriend. He's such a himbo and Molly's chest just flutters happily. ]
Thank you, darling.
[ Thank you for the food, and for not freaking out. ]
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[ OOOOOOHHHH ... ! ]
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Asshole.
[ Fuck the eggs, Molly leans in for a kiss. ]
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We have a whole weekend, Molls. What do you want to do?
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I don't... actually know what to do like this. It's usually just sex. Hang out? Watch TV? Take a walk?
[ He really isn't used to just being with someone in a home, unless it was just hanging with Yasha. It wasn't like he could braid Fjord's hair, though, and he doubts the half-orc wants to hear him bitch about the internet, gossip relentlessly, talk about clothes, fun stores he's seen, the new podcast he found or the fact that he now has unlocked more villagers in Animal Crossing. That was not date stuff. ]
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Well, it's a Saturday, that means all the shops are open and we can go shopping if you want to see what's new in town. Grab a bite to eat while we're up there?
[ He drapes an arm around Molly's shoulders, chuckling. ]
It would be nice to have a normal, non-stress, no costumes, regular date together.
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I haven't been to this part of Zadash, so it's all new territory to me. I would love to explore it with you.
[ Leaning into that touch, he then realizes he's not sure if his clothes are decent enough to go out in after the storm. (Well, not decent/i>, those pants are tight, but hopefully at least not a wrinkly mess.) ]
Ah, shit. How bedraggled and sad am I going to look after yesterday?
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[ Stealing some of Molly's bacon, he covers it badly with a kiss to Molly's shoulder. ]
But if you want, you can borrow something of mine to bastardise into your own style if your shirt's still soggy. I think your pants will be okay.
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[ There's a little, silly kiss on the nose for that one. Then he perks up at Fjord's suggestion. ]
Hmmm, boyfriend shirt...
[ Excellent idea! Molly hops off the couch and hurries into the bedroom to open Fjord's closet and steal the first shirt he can get his hands on that screams Fjord. ]
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How goes the ransacking?
[ There are fitted gym tops and sweaters, but what Molly may prefer are some baggy tshirts from when Fjord lost a little weight after Beau took him under her wing. Slogans like "save a seahorse, ride a sailor", and various other designs. ]
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How do I look?
[ He makes an exaggerated model pose. ]
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[ That being said, he scoops up Molly's discarded trousers and takes them into the kitchen to toss in the tumble dryer and deal with any leftover rain from last night. ]
Oh, [ calling through the apartment, ] I hope it's not weird, I bought a spare toothbrush for you in case you stayed the night. It's in the bathroom.
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[ Even if you can't see him roll his eyes with those red globes, the whole vibe is there. Molly just slides by Fjord and kisses the man again. Because he can, and that's what makes it amazing.
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Not weird, baby. Thoughtful. Maybe life-saving.
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[ He wraps his arms around Molly with a gratuitous amount of cuddling and roaming hands, smiling into affectionate kisses which leave them bumping noses. He can't disguise how content he is like this, try as he might; it warms his crinkled eyes as he gazes into redredred. If he looks long enough he thinks he can see the ghosts of pupils. ]
I love you too, Molly.
[ A keepsake from earlier when he didn't say it back. ]
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[ Smiling, he happily snuggles into those arms, letting himself enjoy the closeness of someone that was so sweet that he was worried getting his boyfriend a toothbrush was presumptuous.
His eyes meet yellow happily, adoring the way Fjord's own pupil waxed and waned with light. From slits to full moons by a kiss. He loves it.
Fjord loves him. ]
Good. You mean so much to me, Fjord. Even just this little time... I'm so happy.
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[ A soft kiss buffs those pretty lips as he slides a hand up the back of Molly's neck and into his hair, letting him see the way he looks him over. It's not just that Molly's a knockout (and knows it), he's so kind-hearted and warm beneath that crass, shiny shell that Fjord has gotten increasingly smitten since day one.
His fingers brush up, thumb gently flicking an ear as purple waves cover his wrist and he parts his lips as if to say something again ...
But he ends up going in for another kiss, this one firmer with a happy hum to it. A rumble in his chest. He can't find the right words to explain the lovely weight in his ribs whenever he thinks about Molly being his so he tries to put it into the kiss instead, licking his way past sharp fangs to find the perfect way they fit together by now, tusks and all. ]
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