[ 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.
[ He grins again, running his hand through Fjord's hair as those lips play over his neck. At the question, Molly's tail swishes a bit and he nods, moving both himself and the phone so it doesn't lose that angle.
Chuckling, he wiggles his ass as if it is a challenge. ]
[ That rump gets a sharp smack for the sass as Molly positions himself, pants hauled down to his knees as Fjord does the same behind. He plasters himself up against him and scoops long hair aside so that kisses can rain down on the curve of a shoulder with the first press of his cockhead to a puffy, well-worked pink hole. He has to lift that tail up to give himself some room but that's hot too, in the way everything about Molly lowkey enchants him. There's no chance of bad memories creeping in when Fjord has such a distinctly unique lover.
As he starts to push in he nuzzles the curve of Molly's neck, murmuring praise for how tight and wet he is, soft and sweet for Fjord to wrap his free arm around at the waist. Hot breaths shudder out as he sinks into his boyfriend, finally flush against a lavender back when he pauses to let Molly adjust to the intrusion; Fjord's palm skims along his lover's belly, then lower to feel the slight bump of his own cock. ]
[ He always feels such a sense of accomplishment when he fits that cock in him, especially after a quick stretch. It stings a bit, but it's nothing compared to the perfect feeling of having Fjord inside him, so deep that it can even be felt from the outside. It's obscene and wonderful, and Molly leans his head back to a shoulder, rocking his hips a little to adjust. ]
Mmm... perfect.
[ As soon as the slide is easier, Molly's quick to start riding, head still leaned back and horns curled dangerously close to a bearded cheek. ]
Yes, darling, fuck. It's so good.
[ They were so close, pleasure and the feeling of being embraced and loved going so damn well together. ]
[ The soft rumble of his voice meets a cheek, kisses following as he leans forward so Molly needn't bend too far. Those horns don't have to be a problem.
He moves with him, riding that rhythm with a shiver of pleasure as he palms his way up a smooth chest and clutches over Molly's heart. It's like being adrift in the ocean, caught up in an undertow only they know how to navigate. Sweet and hot, smiles melting into mouths and bodies into each other until Fjord stops thinking of where he ends and Molly begins. ]
[ Molly keeps his slow, smooth movement of taking Fjord deep inside at each roll of his hips. It draws sweet little noises from him every time those blessed ridges press just perfectly against him.
The hand on his chest is met with his own, the other grabbing the back of the couch to keep his balance with every movement. Molly's eyes are closed, relishing in how close they are and how good it feels. No toy could ever measure up to even half of this feeling, and no person could dream of fucking him better. ]
Only you, baby. Fuck, only you make me feel this way.
[ Internet assholes could stay mad, he had the best lover in the world. ]
[ How is he supposed to even speak when he has Molly in his arms and on his dick, hot as hell like a vice from a volcano. He shudders and moves faster, the slap of flesh in the lounge loud and pretty for the way it sounds filthy, so very them as they carve their way into each other like they might die if they aren't touching.
Fjord tilts his hips to fuck Molly into the cushioning with a drag of his ridged cock spreading him open each time, rubbing at his boyfriend's rim on purpose, over and over to help with the muscle-memory later of being stretched. Molly likes to savour the ache, Fjord has come to learn. It's not just about getting off (that would be easy) but also making it last, leaving reminders for later. ]
[ In Molly's honest defense he was trying to not claw at anything, but when Fjord starts to do that, the pillows get a little frayed.
He loves this, and it fills him with happiness to know that Fjord knows that. The push, the drag, each of those ridges on the side stretching him just a bit more by the thickest part of that perfect cock, the banding on the top more noticeable with each thrust as they lock to keep Fjord hard. He's going to feel this for the rest of the day, maybe tomorrow as well. Well-worked and slightly aching, stuffed full with come and in his lover's arms were the best part of the weekend.
Molly has forgotten all about the worry from before, the issues with his stalker, the shitty comments. Hell, he's even forgotten about the camera filming the closeup of green cock disappearing into his hole over and over. He's busy feeling perfect and loved with his boyfriend at his back. ]
I love you, I love you...
[ It's almost as good as the fucking, to say that over and over again without fear. ]
Molly, [ voice strained as he laughs, he bucks harder on reflex and gasps against the nape of the hot neck before him, ] you'll make me come too fast, damn it.
[ It's said with a nip at soft skin just behind a shoulder. His hands slide down to find Molly's hips and he leans back enough to brace one foot on the floor, dragging Molly to follow a little so his back is arched on the couch. New angle; less power for the brat. ]
I love you, honey. More than anything, my sweet flower.
[ The prettiest there ever was in the shop, now in full-view of the recording taking his dick like he was made for it. ]
[ That laugh is the best, but any (imagined) power he had over Fjord is removed by that new angle. Back arched and tail curled over a green shoulder, he's secured and secure by that hold at his hips.
Those words draw as much breath from his lungs as his moans. Sweet flower, such high praise from a florist. It's cliché but wonderful in one. ]
Yes, yes... fuck... gods, you're so good to me baby, so perfect, so hot.
[ It's a bit of a babble with slight hisses in-between that could be infernal endearments or just actual hissing. The full smile on his face bare his fangs, delighted by each thrust, each nip and the touch on his skin. He's so stupidly happy. ]
[ It is absolutely Mollymauk's fault that he got Fjord to climb him like a tree and bang him into their couch, the half-orc is entirely innocent in this. It's Molly's enjoyment that makes Fjord's own skyrocket and he gives into the urge to plaster back up against him from behind, kisses biting their way along the curve of a shoulder as his pace speeds up, hard enough to make the couch bang against the wall. Oops. Fjord's neighbours are probably happy he's found someone to make the noise with, after so many years alone.
His breath pours hot and fast over lavender tattooed skin, reaching around to find his boyfriend's cock and start screwing his sweaty fist over the head, matching his own pace. ]
Come on, sweetheart, come for me right here ...
[ The couch will need cleaning but it will be worth it; the recording will judge them. ]
Show everyone this is the only way you can get off.
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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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[ He grins again, running his hand through Fjord's hair as those lips play over his neck. At the question, Molly's tail swishes a bit and he nods, moving both himself and the phone so it doesn't lose that angle.
Chuckling, he wiggles his ass as if it is a challenge. ]
Fuck me, baby.
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As he starts to push in he nuzzles the curve of Molly's neck, murmuring praise for how tight and wet he is, soft and sweet for Fjord to wrap his free arm around at the waist. Hot breaths shudder out as he sinks into his boyfriend, finally flush against a lavender back when he pauses to let Molly adjust to the intrusion; Fjord's palm skims along his lover's belly, then lower to feel the slight bump of his own cock. ]
Okay, baby?
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Mmm... perfect.
[ As soon as the slide is easier, Molly's quick to start riding, head still leaned back and horns curled dangerously close to a bearded cheek. ]
Yes, darling, fuck. It's so good.
[ They were so close, pleasure and the feeling of being embraced and loved going so damn well together. ]
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[ The soft rumble of his voice meets a cheek, kisses following as he leans forward so Molly needn't bend too far. Those horns don't have to be a problem.
He moves with him, riding that rhythm with a shiver of pleasure as he palms his way up a smooth chest and clutches over Molly's heart. It's like being adrift in the ocean, caught up in an undertow only they know how to navigate. Sweet and hot, smiles melting into mouths and bodies into each other until Fjord stops thinking of where he ends and Molly begins. ]
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The hand on his chest is met with his own, the other grabbing the back of the couch to keep his balance with every movement. Molly's eyes are closed, relishing in how close they are and how good it feels. No toy could ever measure up to even half of this feeling, and no person could dream of fucking him better. ]
Only you, baby. Fuck, only you make me feel this way.
[ Internet assholes could stay mad, he had the best lover in the world. ]
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Fjord tilts his hips to fuck Molly into the cushioning with a drag of his ridged cock spreading him open each time, rubbing at his boyfriend's rim on purpose, over and over to help with the muscle-memory later of being stretched. Molly likes to savour the ache, Fjord has come to learn. It's not just about getting off (that would be easy) but also making it last, leaving reminders for later. ]
Do you like that?
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He loves this, and it fills him with happiness to know that Fjord knows that. The push, the drag, each of those ridges on the side stretching him just a bit more by the thickest part of that perfect cock, the banding on the top more noticeable with each thrust as they lock to keep Fjord hard. He's going to feel this for the rest of the day, maybe tomorrow as well. Well-worked and slightly aching, stuffed full with come and in his lover's arms were the best part of the weekend.
Molly has forgotten all about the worry from before, the issues with his stalker, the shitty comments. Hell, he's even forgotten about the camera filming the closeup of green cock disappearing into his hole over and over. He's busy feeling perfect and loved with his boyfriend at his back. ]
I love you, I love you...
[ It's almost as good as the fucking, to say that over and over again without fear. ]
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[ It's said with a nip at soft skin just behind a shoulder. His hands slide down to find Molly's hips and he leans back enough to brace one foot on the floor, dragging Molly to follow a little so his back is arched on the couch. New angle; less power for the brat. ]
I love you, honey. More than anything, my sweet flower.
[ The prettiest there ever was in the shop, now in full-view of the recording taking his dick like he was made for it. ]
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Those words draw as much breath from his lungs as his moans. Sweet flower, such high praise from a florist. It's cliché but wonderful in one. ]
Yes, yes... fuck... gods, you're so good to me baby, so perfect, so hot.
[ It's a bit of a babble with slight hisses in-between that could be infernal endearments or just actual hissing. The full smile on his face bare his fangs, delighted by each thrust, each nip and the touch on his skin. He's so stupidly happy. ]
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[ It is absolutely Mollymauk's fault that he got Fjord to climb him like a tree and bang him into their couch, the half-orc is entirely innocent in this. It's Molly's enjoyment that makes Fjord's own skyrocket and he gives into the urge to plaster back up against him from behind, kisses biting their way along the curve of a shoulder as his pace speeds up, hard enough to make the couch bang against the wall. Oops. Fjord's neighbours are probably happy he's found someone to make the noise with, after so many years alone.
His breath pours hot and fast over lavender tattooed skin, reaching around to find his boyfriend's cock and start screwing his sweaty fist over the head, matching his own pace. ]
Come on, sweetheart, come for me right here ...
[ The couch will need cleaning but it will be worth it; the recording will judge them. ]
Show everyone this is the only way you can get off.
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