devilstongue | Open RP Post

Mmm...

[ Is the reply as Molly rides out the sparks of one of the best orgasms in his life, relishing the way Fjord keeps it alive for a while longer by not stopping those amazing thrusts. He's sweaty and messy and he feels so good, smiling as the half-orc leans over to kiss his shoulder and speak. ]

No, I can... I can keep going. I want you, Fjord.

[ He's wants all of the half-orc and he needs the other man to know that, tired hips pushing back and the ridges sliding over oversensitive nerves making him whine. It was on the edge of too much, but it's worth it. ]

Take your pleasure baby, you didn't fill me yet and I need you to.

Need me to, huh.

[ Molly has Fjord growling loudly in the back of his throat with approval as the tiefling works himself open, so beautiful and willing beneath him. He kisses him hungrily and starts to move in abandon, scratches left on a tail as he uses it to anchor Molly in place and snap his hips harder, cursing in Orcish as he nears his end. He's so close, so damn desperate to come and Molly is so hot, alive and all Fjord's to fuck —

Breed me.

The room fills with his snarl as he pins Molly to the bed and pours out his second load, making a mess of that pretty ass and thighs as his thrusts work his seed out of Molly the more voracious he gets, groaning with each buck. He finally settles up behind him and wraps his arms around Molly in a hug, covering the scar on his chest with a hand that slides up on autopilot as hot half-orc breaths raggedly dampen a tattooed shoulderblade. That was ...

Well.

Fuck.

His cock twitches in the afterglow, buried to the hilt. ]

[ Hearing Fjord lose control with those growls and snarls once more is amazing, and the heat filling him makes his spent cock twitch even as exhausted as he is. It's such a wonderful feeling, being claimed from the inside and out, and each one of those strong bucks is met with trembling hips trying to keep up.

Fjord has left his marks everywhere, each nibble, each love bite, each bruise, those scratches on his tail. If the rest of the Nein had suddenly become deaf, they still would know who fucked him good.

Once the half-orc stills and wraps his arms around him, Molly is a lax, sated lump of clay, easily handled however Fjord desires. He's still speared on that cock and he never wants to leave, but the exhaustion is taking over and it is tipping over to just oversensitive as his brain starts to engage again. ]

You are.... fuck, Fjord. You're so good.

[ He hides in the nape of curly hair that smells wonderfully like Molly, slowly returning to earth and feeling wholly embarrassed by his display when he absolutely hadn't intended to be so honest about how much he wanted him. His cheeks burn at the compliment. ]

Same goes for you.

[ Fjord runs a palm from waist to ass, easing out with a grunt. Still, he remains on top of him, hugging the tiefling in a bid to remain happily braindead a little longer. ]

You, uh. After this, do you want to sleep in my bed tonight? We kind of ... ruined yours.

[ A soft moan escapes Molly as Fjord pulls out, and he bites his lip a bit to quiet the slight breath of pain from the overstimulation. He can feel himself dripping with all that the half-orc gave to him, his hole well-stretched from that thick cock. It's messy but wonderful.

He can't see Fjord's burning cheeks like this, but Molly hears the slight awkwardness come back and it makes him chuckle. That was so sweet and silly, considering what they had just done. ]

Mmhm... that sounds good.

[ He's going to have to invest in a tarp if this happens again. ]

I don't think my legs work, though.

[ Carry him, he's a princess! ]

I think I can help put the feeling back into your legs.

[ The half-orc slides his considerable weight off, nudging Molly's thighs to spread as Fjord licks his way down a spine, around that abused tail as an apology, and sinks his tongue into a sticky hole to start cleaning up his own mess. He parts soft cheeks and uses his tusks to hold them open right over where he eats Molly out to a slow, lazy rhythm, not trying to inspire arousal as much as mellow out any left and ease sore muscles. ]

[ He spreads his legs automatically, giving a content hum as his tail is kissed sweetly. It comes to curve over his back, spade stroking his own cheek as it sways gently.

Then Fjord's tongue is at his hole and there's a deep, grateful sigh from Molly. If he wasn't so damn spent it would have gotten him worked up again, but right now it was just nice to feel pampered. The warm tongue eases some of the sore parts, calming him down while giving him a nice mental image of the half-orc tasting his own come and getting his jaw messy. ]

So good to me, Fjord...

[ He sighs happily, tail giving a light swish over his head. ]

I can't believe that you can be so sweet and embarrassed in one breath and eating my ass in the next! Moonweaver, that was the best sex I've ever had...

[ Previous winner was a dwarf lady who pegged him while he was tied up and balls deep in a lovely half-elf lass, but that wasn't even close to this - because this meant something. Fjord was a face he would see in the morning, who might want to do this again and cared about him so much that it makes Molly's heart ache. ]

[ Good for Molly, keeping that previous experience to himself, or he would have lost brownie points for tact. With him being a feckless cat and lounging as he's eaten out, he's rather cute however, so Fjord takes his time tidying up as much as he can before his beard starts to feel unpleasantly tacky.

A slap meets a pert cheek and he sits up, idly running his hands over the curve of that tempting butt. ]

It's a perfectly normal thing to do for someone, [ he's been asked to do it every single time with all two of his past lovers, ] I don't know why you're so weird about it.

[ Contrary to what you might believe, Molly's not that tactless. Besides, it's so far from his mind right now, being pampered nicely and Fjord taking his time with him.

The slap makes him laugh and he wiggles his but a bit, tail returning to wrap around what it can reach to feel that connection. Molly looks over his shoulder, horn digging into the mattress as he does, and gives Fjord a soft smile. ]

I'm not weird about it, darling. It isn't as common as you think.

It is.

[ Look who's naive now. He shakes his head at Molly, petting that lazy tail. ]

We need to get semi-decent so we can head over to my room, I don't think there's much point in sneaking around anymore, not after the way you were wailing.

[ Fjord was silent the whole time. ]

[ Molly makes a more petulant than sexual whine, but then stretches lazily on the ruined bed, limber and flexible as he works the tired muscles. ]

There's a dressing gown in the closet. I'm not putting pants on after that.

[ Slipping his tail away, the tiefling turns over, smiling up at Fjord. He's a sight; hair messed up, sweat at his brow, plush lips slightly open and a look of a cat who got the cream. Which he technically did. ]

... Don't look at me like that.

[ He swats a thigh, dragging his eyes away as he uses the blanket to wipe himself down as best he can. Fjord hops back into his sweatpants and roots out a robe for Molly, holding it away from him at the last minute in exchange for a sweet, lingering kiss. ]

Hmm.

[ He murmurs, amused as Fjord gets up and dries off. He watches that lovely body like it's a work of art, and then finally gets up as he's offered his robe. It is easily exchanged for a kiss as Molly leans against the half-orc both for cuddles and for the nice warmth.

He's still a little unsteady on his legs, but with a little help, he could probably make it across the hall. ]

[ Good job he's got Fjord's arm around his waist as they head out, a reassuring squeeze in place. He peeks out, wincing as he sees the light on underneath the girls' door and sending Molly a guilty look. Busted. No way they weren't going to be but the pretence was nice while it lasted.

Time to do the walk of shame ... ]

[ He leans his head to Fjord as they walk, smiling as they step out of the bedroom door. They had to pass the girl's room to get there, so he knows exactly what that means. Molly's tail starts swishing again, amused.

True to his predictions, the room is lit and he can hear Jester saying something to what he assumes is Beau before her cheerful voice rings out to the hallway. ]

Did you have fun with Moll-eh, Fjooord?

[ Aw, fjuck. As he ushers Molly inside his room, he calls over a shoulder into the hall as flatly as he can, ]

He had a bad back, I helped heal it.

[ The cackling and cooing he receives in reply has the door shut on it and he turns to Molly, blushing green again so that the lime in his cheeks looks darker. ]

Er, make yourself at home.

[ His bed is messier than Molly's with several fleece and fur blankets askew, the bed itself magically made bigger by Caleb's magic so that Fjord's feet don't hang off the end. It's the perfect nest for a fussy tiefling. ]

[ Molly laughs as well, saying goodnight to them and creating an even louder cackle from inside the room, with Beau groaning loudly and telling them to please get a gag if they're going to fuck next door.

The tiefling has seen Fjord's room before when snooping, but this is different. Sliding into the nice and big bed, he lounges like a king among the furs. He smiles at Fjord, opening the dressing robe slightly to show more of his tattoos and the silver scars crossing all over. ]

Come cuddle, you wonderful bastard.

I bet they've got their ears up against the wall right now.

[ Grumbling as he gets into bed, he tugs up a couple of blankets and drapes an arm around Molly, turning to face him. It is different in here when they're both calmer, not snarling or whining or begging ... The recent memories make his ears blush so badly they almost turn red at the tips. ]

Are you comfortable?

[ What the fuck does he even say? Thanks for the fuck, I fancy you. Don't take the piss too much. Hells. ]

Probably!

[ He chuckles a bit, and then happily gravitates to that warm body as soon as Fjord joins him. It's so damn< I>adorable how he can blush like that after everything they had just done, and he has to lean up and kiss those green lips gently. ]

Very. It's nice and warm, my bones are jelly and I've gotten my 'moodiness' fucked right out of me.

[ Molly yawns, snuggling closer. The fallout of this could happen later, not right now when he was happy. ]

Sleep now.

Alright.

[ The kiss warms him up better than the blankets ever could. He plants another one chastely on Molly's forehead and strokes his back with a slow methodical hand, tracing every bump of a scar with his thumb before moving on in search of another. ]

Wake me up if you're up first.

[ He doesn't want to wake up alone, not after tonight. ]

[ He takes one pillow and folds it into a roll to put under his neck, in order to keep his horns from making a hole in the mattress while lying on his side like this. It makes it possible for him to stay like he is even after he's fallen asleep, which he usually doesn't bother with during quick flings. ]

When am I ever up before you?

[ Molly asks, amused as he strokes some of the white hair from Fjord's forehead. He was not a morning person, after all, and was usually still snoozing while Fjord got dressed or did his exercises back when they used to share a room. That had not changed, because Mollymauk is a hedonist in every way, including sleeping in.

Another soft kiss and then he closes his eyes. He's out within seconds, snuggled into Fjord's arms and tail curling lightly around the half-orc's waist. ]

[ Morning comes all too soon in the form of Beau banging like hellfire thunder on Fjord's bedroom door, demanding that he be downstairs and ready to work out in ten minutes. It doesn't matter how much exercise you got last night, I want you ready to run! He leans out of bed to blearily yell that yes, he's up, he'll be there in a bloody minute, then promptly collapses back into bed.

It's a wild thirty seconds, completely the opposite of the sleepy morning wake-up he had planned the night before. ]

Fucking ... asshole, Beau.

[ He rolls toward Molly, wrapping around him with a grumble. Warm here. Two more minutes won't hurt. ]

[ Molly makes a protesting sound, tail lashing like an annoyed cat's at the horrible morning racket. Since one of his arms has slid over Fjord's waist during the night, he uses that to his advantage to pull the half-orc against him as soon as he's yelled back at Beau. He's warm and smells good and is not allowed to leave quite yet. ]

Mmm... not that I don't appreciate the results, but one day's break isn't going to ruin you.

[ He says with a soft yawn, eyes still closed. ]

Give me a few minutes and I'll go back to my bed.

No, no, no, stay in here. Wait for me? [ He rains kisses all over Molly's neck and temple, running his hands over those slinky hips under the warm furs. ] I'll be back in an hour ...

[ Maybe he really could just hide here, convinced Beau won't drag his ass out into the back garden. It's a beautiful dream and Molly feels so warm and soft. ]

Please?

Goodness, since you're asking so prettily, I guess I must...

[ He says teasingly, leaning into the kisses. Was this what it felt like to wake up with someone you knew? It was... a lot more intimate than he was used to, which makes Molly's heart lurch a bit.

Dangerous territory. He really needs to talk to Yasha later.

Back to the moment at hand, however, he steals a kiss on the lips with a soft sigh and then tries to push Fjord off the bed. Gently. ]

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