[ Molly laughs at that, easily moving backwards as Fjord starts to 'herd' him. His red eyes are full of mirth and the mention of the shirt has him grinning. ]
I'm not as pretty as you, they'll lock me up for public indecency if you leave me naked without a wardrobe to call my own.
[ At the edge of the bed he nudges Molly to take a seat and sinks to his knees, in between the tiefling's. Still tall enough to lean in for a kiss, Fjord spreads his hands innocently over a pair of bare thighs, creeping up. ]
You know, I have a laptop ... we can go shopping from bed today. Face the sunshine tomorrow ...
Darling, you're so hot that people would be blessed to see even a bit of you. Plus I've been arrested for that, so they definitely do not care about perfection.
[ He sits down on the bed and watches with some amusement when Fjord kneels between his legs like that. Their lips meet for a moment and then Molly curls his tail around a green thigh. ]
Mmm... you still make wonderfully convincing points.
They clearly didn't know what they were looking at, then.
[ That kiss meets Molly's neck next, a chest at the centre of that shirt, his middle where Fjord lifts the fabric out of the way to run his lips over a midriff. ]
I so rarely get you all to myself, do you blame me for wanting to keep you a little longer?
[ Oh, that was nice, kisses wandering down and shirt lifted like that. It's rewarded by the humming, happy sound from Molly, and he reaches out one hand to steady himself at a shoulder - a kiss pressed to the top of Fjord's head. ]
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[ She was his platonic soulmate, after all. ]
I'm yours for as long as you'll have me this weekend.
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[ He starts walking forwards, intentionally moving Molly backwards step-by-step to the bed. ]
You suit that shirt, you know ...
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You're never getting it back, it's mine now.
[ Shirts, hoodies... all Molly's now. ]
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[ At the edge of the bed he nudges Molly to take a seat and sinks to his knees, in between the tiefling's. Still tall enough to lean in for a kiss, Fjord spreads his hands innocently over a pair of bare thighs, creeping up. ]
You know, I have a laptop ... we can go shopping from bed today. Face the sunshine tomorrow ...
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[ He sits down on the bed and watches with some amusement when Fjord kneels between his legs like that. Their lips meet for a moment and then Molly curls his tail around a green thigh. ]
Mmm... you still make wonderfully convincing points.
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[ That kiss meets Molly's neck next, a chest at the centre of that shirt, his middle where Fjord lifts the fabric out of the way to run his lips over a midriff. ]
I so rarely get you all to myself, do you blame me for wanting to keep you a little longer?
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[ Oh, that was nice, kisses wandering down and shirt lifted like that. It's rewarded by the humming, happy sound from Molly, and he reaches out one hand to steady himself at a shoulder - a kiss pressed to the top of Fjord's head. ]
You're so good, Fjord. So good.
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How good?
[ Is that a tongue trailing up that lavender thigh? ]
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[ He smiles again, closing his eyes briefly as he feels those lips on him. Fjord is so loving, so sweet and they're both fucking horny idiots. ]
On your knees for me, your lips on my skin. Making me feel like a god.
[ Molly shifts a bit, spreading his legs more. ]
Long may I reign.