[ 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. ]
[ Molly gasps softly as Fjord moves, happy to have him close and even happier to feel those hands on him. He focuses on the feeling, smiling as he hears the half-orc's promise.
Each touch means love, no matter how things are.
It's so good to rub against that perfect cock, a sound of pleasure brought from his lips when he feels those lips on his scar in such a hungry and hot way. Loving, accepting. ]
[ There's a sensual laziness to having Molly right there for the ravishing, conveniently where Fjord wants him. He could get used to it.
Molly wants distracting so that's what Fjord does, scraping his tusks not-so lightly up the curve of a pec where he seals a kiss over a dark nipple, hot and wet without finesse. He never stops moving beneath him in a steady rock, the line of his erection rubbing up behind Molly's balls to simulate something involving far fewer clothes, all in a bid to give him too much to focus on at once. ]
[ It's definitely working, drawing him into the joy of being touched and touching in return. His fingers run over broad shoulders and down Fjord's back, hips rocking gently to follow his boyfriend's lead.
The mouth on his nipple draws another sweet, hungry noise from purple lips, tail swishing happily behind him. ]
[ His smile is hidden as he runs a hand down the front of Molly's pants to find the line of his cock and give a squeeze, kneading him as he rides Fjord's lap. Lips trace their way to a second nipple, speaking around it to make the soft bud stiff under the pass of his tongue. ]
Reach in my back pocket, lube's in there.
[ Just a thin sachet; he never knows when he'll need it these days! ]
[ The sounds Fjord manage to draw out of him are so different from the ones in his videos. They're more genuine, of course, but also sweeter. Happier. He moans as that hot tongue plays with his other nipple, the squeeze pushing it further into a cry.
He grins, all fangs and a sweep of his forked tongue as his lover mentions easily-reached lube. ]
Mmm, so prepared...
[ Molly goes searching, of course, hands down hips, tugging on the waistband and then slipping his own ass a bit to squish a hand into a pocket. ]
[ He laughs at that and steals a kiss, helping to undo those pants and cursing his addiction to skinny jeans. It's a bit of squirming, kicking and wiggles, but Fjord being impatient is wonderful and the touch to his heated ass and the base of his tail has him just as hurried. ]
Yes, I want that, I want to feel you inside me. Want you in me baby, I'll ride you until my thighs give out.
[ Okay, half-off will have to do, it gives him enough movement to roll his hips again, shamelessly pushing back to feel a finger inside. ]
[ Lube-slick fingers slide around the base of that tail to tease as Fjord presses smiling kisses along Molly's jaw, grinning as he knows what he's doing. ]
Oh, I'm sorry. Could you be a bit more specific? I seem to have forgotten where I'm going ...
[ Not that Molly could get more specific, it's just fun to aggravate him. Even here. ]
[ Laughter shakes Molly's seat as Fjord slips his finger low enough to breach that soft hole, working him open with less patience than intent. If Molly wants it that badly, Fjord figures he can deal with a slight sting of the stretch as he hurries to obey. It's nothing worse than having your ear nipped, he's sure.
His cock gives a twitch as heat suctions in that finger, unable not to imagine what it will feel like to be surrounded by it. ]
[ Molly's eyes close briefly in triumph of 'winning', trying to relax and let that finger in even when they hurry like this. Once he opens them again, there's heat in red eyes as he reaches to take said dick in his hand and stroke it slightly between them. ]
Darling, you know your cock is big, I love that it's so thick that it feels like it's going to split me in two every time. Love it when that head presses and struggles and then just pops right in...
[ He starts moving a bit, carefully fucking himself on that finger while babbling praises. ]
I can't get off on any other shaped dick, baby. The toy one is just barely doing it but yours... I love it, I love you.
[ Fjord's cheeks burn a dark green like the shade under a tree in summer, hot and flushed. He isn't too gentle about feeding another finger inside that welcoming ass and stretching Molly out, all in anticipation of everything he obscenely rattles off with ease. ]
Need those reminders it's me? You're so sweet, baby.
[ He curls his fingers, seeking out that special spot to give a firm rub. ]
That bitch who's been bothering us? They'd pay to see us, to see you. I bet they secretly love watching you whine for my dick on camera and have to make do.
[ Oh, he loves that color, kissing over a temple and down to a cheek, hands framing that gorgeous face and scratching his beard in one. There's a small gasp as the next fingers pushes inside and it burns, drawing a quiver through his body yet just making him hornier.
Especially when they rub that good spot and has him grabbing on to Fjord and crying out.
Fuck Cree and any other trolls, they would never have this. They would never touch him, just sit in front of their screen and be sad that he screams prettily for someone else. ]
Oh baby, you'd do well on camera, taking my breath away with just words.
[ It's a hot thought, even if it dances between not wanting to share and wanting to share just to annoy people. ]
[ Satisfaction settles like a heavy weight in his naval as Molly cries out and clings, kisses raining on his face as Fjord keeps the imagery going, working him up. It's safe here so he can say whatever he wants, do whatever they want ...
And that's when inspiration hits. ]
You want to play pretend and record this?
[ His phone isn't too far away, reached with a grab as he opens up the video and offers it up. ]
[ Molly has to pause for a moment to really take in what Fjord says, and then there's a devilish look on his face and a big grin. ]
I love that idea.
[ Taking the phone, he leans over to balance it on the coffee table, propping it up so that it was facing his soon-to-be seat and zoomed in. Not the best setup or anything, but at least he was used to working with angles and phone cameras. Once satisfied, Molly claims another kiss while taking those fingers deeper inside himself with a roll of his hips. ]
Does that turn you on, baby? Thinking about thousands of people watching us and being jealous?
They can be as jealous as they want, it doesn't change how this, [ pumping a purple cock to milk free some precome and smeeear it down, ] and this, [ curling his fingers again to get Molly to rise up this time, ] are all mine.
[ He makes a show of fucking Molly with one hand as he strokes him with another, alternating beats that coax him into a back-and-forth sway, both highly rewarding. ]
Does it turn you on? Got a row of your plastic dicks and you walk along until you find a nice lap to sink down on instead.
[ It feels so good, breath catching a bit as his cock is touched like that, shamelessly easy to get dripping. Molly starts moving, a gentler sway than what he truly wants, like a warmup before those fingers are replaced. ]
It does. I have a huge collection, but they mean nothing compared to your touch. Perfect lap, perfect man.
[ He leans in for a kiss, deep and breathy as he tugs more on Fjord's pants to get him all out and able to stroke it with hungry touches. It's a little showy, because he's an entertainer with a camera, but genuine.]
I didn't know how hard I could come until I met you.
So much flattery, it's as if you think I'll deny you dick.
[ He eats up the praise like a magic spell, invigorated by Molly's enthusiasm. Nuzzling a kiss onto the stretch of a teal-inked throat, he hums thoughtfully. ]
Can you grab the back of the couch? I want you from behind first.
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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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Each touch means love, no matter how things are.
It's so good to rub against that perfect cock, a sound of pleasure brought from his lips when he feels those lips on his scar in such a hungry and hot way. Loving, accepting. ]
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Molly wants distracting so that's what Fjord does, scraping his tusks not-so lightly up the curve of a pec where he seals a kiss over a dark nipple, hot and wet without finesse. He never stops moving beneath him in a steady rock, the line of his erection rubbing up behind Molly's balls to simulate something involving far fewer clothes, all in a bid to give him too much to focus on at once. ]
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[ It's definitely working, drawing him into the joy of being touched and touching in return. His fingers run over broad shoulders and down Fjord's back, hips rocking gently to follow his boyfriend's lead.
The mouth on his nipple draws another sweet, hungry noise from purple lips, tail swishing happily behind him. ]
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Reach in my back pocket, lube's in there.
[ Just a thin sachet; he never knows when he'll need it these days! ]
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He grins, all fangs and a sweep of his forked tongue as his lover mentions easily-reached lube. ]
Mmm, so prepared...
[ Molly goes searching, of course, hands down hips, tugging on the waistband and then slipping his own ass a bit to squish a hand into a pocket. ]
Do you know how fucking hot you are, baby?
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[ Feeling Molly free the sachet he steals it without preamble and busies himself unfastening Molly's pants in a hurry. ]
Hot enough to tempt you to ride me right here?
[ Up, up, up! Let him get his slippery fingers between those toasty-warm cheeks! No patience. ]
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Yes, I want that, I want to feel you inside me. Want you in me baby, I'll ride you until my thighs give out.
[ Okay, half-off will have to do, it gives him enough movement to roll his hips again, shamelessly pushing back to feel a finger inside. ]
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Oh, I'm sorry. Could you be a bit more specific? I seem to have forgotten where I'm going ...
[ Not that Molly could get more specific, it's just fun to aggravate him. Even here. ]
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Bastard...
[ He says through a smile, turning his head a bit to give that slightly pointed ear a nip. ]
Put your fingers inside my ass so I can fit your giant cock, Fjord.
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His cock gives a twitch as heat suctions in that finger, unable not to imagine what it will feel like to be surrounded by it. ]
Giant, hmm?
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[ Molly's eyes close briefly in triumph of 'winning', trying to relax and let that finger in even when they hurry like this. Once he opens them again, there's heat in red eyes as he reaches to take said dick in his hand and stroke it slightly between them. ]
Darling, you know your cock is big, I love that it's so thick that it feels like it's going to split me in two every time. Love it when that head presses and struggles and then just pops right in...
[ He starts moving a bit, carefully fucking himself on that finger while babbling praises. ]
I can't get off on any other shaped dick, baby. The toy one is just barely doing it but yours... I love it, I love you.
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[ Fjord's cheeks burn a dark green like the shade under a tree in summer, hot and flushed. He isn't too gentle about feeding another finger inside that welcoming ass and stretching Molly out, all in anticipation of everything he obscenely rattles off with ease. ]
Need those reminders it's me? You're so sweet, baby.
[ He curls his fingers, seeking out that special spot to give a firm rub. ]
That bitch who's been bothering us? They'd pay to see us, to see you. I bet they secretly love watching you whine for my dick on camera and have to make do.
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Especially when they rub that good spot and has him grabbing on to Fjord and crying out.
Fuck Cree and any other trolls, they would never have this. They would never touch him, just sit in front of their screen and be sad that he screams prettily for someone else. ]
Oh baby, you'd do well on camera, taking my breath away with just words.
[ It's a hot thought, even if it dances between not wanting to share and wanting to share just to annoy people. ]
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And that's when inspiration hits. ]
You want to play pretend and record this?
[ His phone isn't too far away, reached with a grab as he opens up the video and offers it up. ]
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I love that idea.
[ Taking the phone, he leans over to balance it on the coffee table, propping it up so that it was facing his soon-to-be seat and zoomed in. Not the best setup or anything, but at least he was used to working with angles and phone cameras. Once satisfied, Molly claims another kiss while taking those fingers deeper inside himself with a roll of his hips. ]
Does that turn you on, baby? Thinking about thousands of people watching us and being jealous?
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[ He makes a show of fucking Molly with one hand as he strokes him with another, alternating beats that coax him into a back-and-forth sway, both highly rewarding. ]
Does it turn you on? Got a row of your plastic dicks and you walk along until you find a nice lap to sink down on instead.
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It does. I have a huge collection, but they mean nothing compared to your touch. Perfect lap, perfect man.
[ He leans in for a kiss, deep and breathy as he tugs more on Fjord's pants to get him all out and able to stroke it with hungry touches. It's a little showy, because he's an entertainer with a camera, but genuine.]
I didn't know how hard I could come until I met you.
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[ He eats up the praise like a magic spell, invigorated by Molly's enthusiasm. Nuzzling a kiss onto the stretch of a teal-inked throat, he hums thoughtfully. ]
Can you grab the back of the couch? I want you from behind first.
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