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.
[ There's so much uncertainty that lingers in Molly's head but Fjord refuses to play into it, he takes each problem and works it out the most basic way he can to win. He gives him the kiss, cupping a cheek as it ends and seeking out red eyes to hold them steady, voice soft and sure. ]
If you ever forgot yourself I'd help you remember, and if you never did ... I'd love you anyway.
[ In one way it would still be Molly, some different version as best he can reason it; it's still the same damn mind, screwy as it could be. ]
[ He smiles a bit and kisses the half-orc again, a little more heated. ]
I know you won't. This shit... all of it just fucks with me.
[ Molly's legs possessively hook tighter over those hips, grabbing Fjord securely as he sits up and starts throwing his own shirt off, tossing it in a corner and shaking out the curls that get stuck in his horns as he does. ]
Help my brain be quiet, baby.
[ Of all the ways he could achieve that, this was the healthiest. Yasha would be proud. Grossed out, but proud it wasn't drugs. ]
[ It's certainly a coping mechanism he's happy to assist with, sitting up with Molly securely on his lap so that when Fjord digs his heels into the couch and bends both knees to keep him trapped there, he can be as gentle and teasing as he pleases with the caresses skimming up scarred sides. ]
I love you too, every time I'm touching you I'm telling you that. Remember.
[ His hands slide all the way back down to fasten over those narrow hips and drag Molly down over the hard ridge of Fjord's erection, not wilted in the slightest by their intermission. He grunts and seals his mouth over the biggest scar on Molly's chest, licking it from end to vertical end, humming to give voice to what he feels. ]
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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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[ There's so much uncertainty that lingers in Molly's head but Fjord refuses to play into it, he takes each problem and works it out the most basic way he can to win. He gives him the kiss, cupping a cheek as it ends and seeking out red eyes to hold them steady, voice soft and sure. ]
If you ever forgot yourself I'd help you remember, and if you never did ... I'd love you anyway.
[ In one way it would still be Molly, some different version as best he can reason it; it's still the same damn mind, screwy as it could be. ]
I won't cut and run. Okay?
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[ He smiles a bit and kisses the half-orc again, a little more heated. ]
I know you won't. This shit... all of it just fucks with me.
[ Molly's legs possessively hook tighter over those hips, grabbing Fjord securely as he sits up and starts throwing his own shirt off, tossing it in a corner and shaking out the curls that get stuck in his horns as he does. ]
Help my brain be quiet, baby.
[ Of all the ways he could achieve that, this was the healthiest. Yasha would be proud. Grossed out, but proud it wasn't drugs. ]
I love you.
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I love you too, every time I'm touching you I'm telling you that. Remember.
[ His hands slide all the way back down to fasten over those narrow hips and drag Molly down over the hard ridge of Fjord's erection, not wilted in the slightest by their intermission. He grunts and seals his mouth over the biggest scar on Molly's chest, licking it from end to vertical end, humming to give voice to what he feels. ]
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