[ It's delicious, which is happily announced with a groan as Molly takes his first bite. Perfect. ]
I know my tail is distracting, I'll keep it away from your thighs next time we cook.
[ He laughs, and then has another bite before reaching for his wine glass, pondering the question. ]
Well, I'm drawing a bit of a blank at the moment. Most people are into my new toy since it's big, but some are asking for something more or something else. I was going to ask you if you wanted to mark up my neck and chest before the next live show? Get me all nice and full of love bites.
[ His ego could die happy from Molly casually mentioning how most of his viewers are thrilled to see him take a half-orc cock on camera. Honestly, Fjord's worries on that subject are thoroughly soothed for the foreseeable future. ]
Getting a bit possessive? Or do you want to send a statement?
Mm, a little bit of both, maybe. Plus it's hot as hell and gives more fantasy power to people who want to pretend they put them there.
[ Molly rolls his eyes. Like anyone could touch him as good as Fjord could. ]
I guess I want people to know that even if I'm taken I'll still give them treats, too. I already lost a few subscribers when the shitty people started gossiping about us.
[ It wouldn't bother him if he could keep his cushy living of only his sponsors and model jobs, but he relied a lot on his onlyfans and webpage. ]
Dear god, please warn me if that's coming. You look beautiful but it's like seeing you through a looking-glass, it fucks with my head.
[ He kisses the hand in his, a little better at handling the wine from sheer size ratio compared to Molly but pleasantly buzzed. Speaking of, his phone trills again with more message notifications. ]
One of these days I'm going to have you fuck me in them.
[ Molly says with a laugh, tail wagging happily as his hand is kissed. It was so sweet, and the slightly tipsy Molly done with his second glass of wine can feel a bit off heat on his face.
Here they are talking his hardcore sex work and he's blushing about a hand kiss.
Nodding at Fjord, he hands over his plate and then picks up the phone to check it. Maybe Caduceus butt-dialed again, although that bony ass might just break that poor phone. ]
If I tore up your fake boobs you'd be furious, don't bring those expensive things near me.
[ He would want to touch! And bite! And he can't do that if Molly is poppable.
While Fjord takes care of the washing up, Molly is treated to several messages off Jester and dozens off Beau, all yelling at randos who are spamming Fjord's (lame, created just to follow Molly's) instagram account. Whoever was a shit to Molly has found Fjord on the friend list and is spamming insults on his boring photos, countered by Fjord and Molly's furious friends. ]
[ His poor lingerie could attest to that, after all. Best not involve his 300 gold tiddies.
Molly opens the phone to see the chaos on Fjord's page and frowns. They're calling his gorgeous man all kinds of things and it's fucking personal insults, too. Beau is trashing them though, while Jester is methodically reporting them and pushing down comments with emojis. ]
[ He doesn't like this at all, but makes the profile private like Fjord asked. Messages pop up from Beau and Jester to make sure things are okay, which is sweet.
He sighs and pours himself more wine. ]
Most of my subs are really great, if overly horny at times, but this is not what I'm about. You'd think they'd know that.
Babe, it doesn't bother me. So some weirdos think they own you because they see you whip your dick out now and then, that says all I need to know about how messed up they are. What are they going to do to me, bug me on instagram? They'll run out of steam when they see I'm going nowhere.
[ Fjord sinks down on the sofa and opens an arm for Molly to come cosy up, wine and all. ]
[ He curls up with Fjord, coiling his tail around his boyfriend's leg. ]
I know, love. I'm just worried they'll bug you in real life, too. Any dumbass can leave shitty comments and those are just laughable at times and easily blockable. That person who says they know my 'real' name freak me out, and so does however now knows where we go on dates. Maybe it's the same person, they seem really obsessive.
[ Molly strokes his nails trough that nice beard, a little worry-wrinkle on his pretty forehead. ]
[ Still a bit wary of having Fjord's face with his, it takes Molly a moment before he leans in for a long, soft kiss. He can't help smiling into it, loving the way those lips feel against his. ]
[ He takes a bunch of snapshots, unable to see what they turn out like while distracted. The phone is passed to Molly before the kisses end, a final peck landing on the corner of those lovely lips. ]
Play with them however you want, pick the best angles you prefer. Post them for me.
[ Molly is picky and takes a moment to find one that has a good angle and light for a candid in-the-moment kiss. You could see the happiness on their faces, the curl of their mouths into smiles as their lips meet. Grinning, he sets it up and then posts it (without tags, since Fjord's phone didn't have his tts app). ]
[ Notifs are most decidedly turned off a moment before he goes back to kissing Molly with far more heat, not the sort of thing the public needs to have documented. ]
[ He laughs at that, leaning up so they can kiss more and ignore the phone for a while. The happiness of being with Fjord overshadows all other things and hes lost in kisses, touches and climbing into Fjord's lap. ]
[ Two slaps land on those thighs as they straddle him, dragging Molly down so he's almost horizontal on his half-orc couch. As Fjord's grin fades he runs the pad of his thumb over Molly's lower lip, glancing between purple lips and red eyes. ]
Kiss me like you want to show those assholes I'm yours.
[ Oh, a challenge! Molly grins at that and then leans in for another, deeper kiss where his tongue seeks entry and his hands grab at salt-and-pepper hair. He kisses with all the passion and hunger and love he feels for this silly and sweet man who makes him laugh, makes him feel strong and wanted more than thousands upon thousands of followers do.
(The man who fucking ruined him with his dick because no other had that perfect ridge that presses perfectly against his prostate in any position.)
He deepens it even more, one hand coming to slip under his shirt. ]
[ A happy hum muffles into the kiss that consumes him, heart and mind. Molly's enthusiasm brings a smile to Fjord's lips as he tastes the heat of his boyfriend and runs his hands all over that delicious body that feels like it fits perfectly over his. It's a good kiss, making his hips shift on the couch in a content roll as Molly paws under Fjord's shirt. ]
Sweetheart, darling, honey, I can't believe I love pet names now. How far I have fallen!
[ Molly teases, giving a more gentle kiss as he starts working on getting Fjord's shirt off. This might be perfect to take his mind of things, just enjoying the touch of his lover and feeling how perfectly they slot together on the couch.
Once that shirt is off, he takes a moment to just lean against Fjord's chest, tail flicking a bit. Something did still bother him. ]
[ Okay, that one was for fun. Grinning as Molly divests Fjord's offensive shirt and leaves him half-naked for pawing, his smile evens out as he's told ... that.
He strokes through Molly's hair and looks thoughtful for a second, then decides to save the heavy questioning for later and evenly goes with, ]
[ Molly keeps his head where it is, even if his hands do roam a bit, stroking over little scars here and there and scratching over the dark chest hair. It was a really unwelcome thought to happen in something so nice, and it pisses him off more that they're getting to him.
Fjord's comment brings a little, if heavy chuckle from him. ]
Sorry. I ruined the moment.
[ He could be bouncing on Fjord's cock right now, not worrying. ]
I love you. I love me. This person I am now, a happy, good person who is loved and loves. That's all.
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I know my tail is distracting, I'll keep it away from your thighs next time we cook.
[ He laughs, and then has another bite before reaching for his wine glass, pondering the question. ]
Well, I'm drawing a bit of a blank at the moment. Most people are into my new toy since it's big, but some are asking for something more or something else. I was going to ask you if you wanted to mark up my neck and chest before the next live show? Get me all nice and full of love bites.
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Getting a bit possessive? Or do you want to send a statement?
[ He can't blame him. ]
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[ Molly rolls his eyes. Like anyone could touch him as good as Fjord could. ]
I guess I want people to know that even if I'm taken I'll still give them treats, too. I already lost a few subscribers when the shitty people started gossiping about us.
[ It wouldn't bother him if he could keep his cushy living of only his sponsors and model jobs, but he relied a lot on his onlyfans and webpage. ]
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[ Generally, anyway. Fjord pays the annual package deal himself. ]
I'll do whatever I can to help, Molly.
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[ He smiles, reaching to take Fjord's hand over the table. He might be a little heavy on the wine, but that's Molly. ]
Maybe I'll smack on the silicone tits again.
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[ He kisses the hand in his, a little better at handling the wine from sheer size ratio compared to Molly but pleasantly buzzed. Speaking of, his phone trills again with more message notifications. ]
If I get the plates can you see who that is?
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[ Molly says with a laugh, tail wagging happily as his hand is kissed. It was so sweet, and the slightly tipsy Molly done with his second glass of wine can feel a bit off heat on his face.
Here they are talking his hardcore sex work and he's blushing about a hand kiss.
Nodding at Fjord, he hands over his plate and then picks up the phone to check it. Maybe Caduceus butt-dialed again, although that bony ass might just break that poor phone. ]
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[ He would want to touch! And bite! And he can't do that if Molly is poppable.
While Fjord takes care of the washing up, Molly is treated to several messages off Jester and dozens off Beau, all yelling at randos who are spamming Fjord's (lame, created just to follow Molly's) instagram account. Whoever was a shit to Molly has found Fjord on the friend list and is spamming insults on his boring photos, countered by Fjord and Molly's furious friends. ]
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[ His poor lingerie could attest to that, after all. Best not involve his 300 gold tiddies.
Molly opens the phone to see the chaos on Fjord's page and frowns. They're calling his gorgeous man all kinds of things and it's fucking personal insults, too. Beau is trashing them though, while Jester is methodically reporting them and pushing down comments with emojis. ]
Shit...
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[ He swings around behind Molly and wraps his arms around his middle, nose in his hair as he peers at the phone screen. ]
... It's okay, I can make my account private. There's nothing interesting on it anyway.
[ Kissing a head of curls to reassure Molly. ]
You do it for me, go on.
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[ He doesn't like this at all, but makes the profile private like Fjord asked. Messages pop up from Beau and Jester to make sure things are okay, which is sweet.
He sighs and pours himself more wine. ]
Most of my subs are really great, if overly horny at times, but this is not what I'm about. You'd think they'd know that.
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[ Fjord sinks down on the sofa and opens an arm for Molly to come cosy up, wine and all. ]
I can handle internet nerds.
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I know, love. I'm just worried they'll bug you in real life, too. Any dumbass can leave shitty comments and those are just laughable at times and easily blockable. That person who says they know my 'real' name freak me out, and so does however now knows where we go on dates. Maybe it's the same person, they seem really obsessive.
[ Molly strokes his nails trough that nice beard, a little worry-wrinkle on his pretty forehead. ]
Just want you to be safe.
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[ He opens up instagram on his phone and unprivates his account, making a point of holding up the camera at them without yet taking a picture. ]
Kiss me. I want them to see we're happy.
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The happiest.
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Play with them however you want, pick the best angles you prefer. Post them for me.
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How's that?
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[ Notifs are most decidedly turned off a moment before he goes back to kissing Molly with far more heat, not the sort of thing the public needs to have documented. ]
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Mmm... I love you.
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[ Two slaps land on those thighs as they straddle him, dragging Molly down so he's almost horizontal on his half-orc couch. As Fjord's grin fades he runs the pad of his thumb over Molly's lower lip, glancing between purple lips and red eyes. ]
Kiss me like you want to show those assholes I'm yours.
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(The man who fucking ruined him with his dick because no other had that perfect ridge that presses perfectly against his prostate in any position.)
He deepens it even more, one hand coming to slip under his shirt. ]
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Mmm, sweetheart ...
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[ Molly teases, giving a more gentle kiss as he starts working on getting Fjord's shirt off. This might be perfect to take his mind of things, just enjoying the touch of his lover and feeling how perfectly they slot together on the couch.
Once that shirt is off, he takes a moment to just lean against Fjord's chest, tail flicking a bit. Something did still bother him. ]
The person who had this body was named Lucien.
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[ Okay, that one was for fun. Grinning as Molly divests Fjord's offensive shirt and leaves him half-naked for pawing, his smile evens out as he's told ... that.
He strokes through Molly's hair and looks thoughtful for a second, then decides to save the heavy questioning for later and evenly goes with, ]
Well, I hope he had good taste too.
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Fjord's comment brings a little, if heavy chuckle from him. ]
Sorry. I ruined the moment.
[ He could be bouncing on Fjord's cock right now, not worrying. ]
I love you. I love me. This person I am now, a happy, good person who is loved and loves. That's all.
[ Moving a bit, he seeks out those lips again. ]
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