[ Off come his leggings next, kicked aside, and he crawls onto the bed to let his weight sink over Molly. He rests his chin in a hand, elbow buried beside Molly's head as he gets comfortable with a thigh sliding up between a purple pair to meet that bare heat at the crux. ]
[ Molly chuckles a little at that and then happily watches Fjord join him on the bed. He leans closer at once, like he's magnetically drawn to feel the green skin against his, smiling.
...the smile immediately turns mischievous as that thigh slides up to meet him, tiefling heat radiating from his core. ]
Hmm, I suppose there are alternate breakfasts...
[ That grin widens, fangs on display and a mix of humor and heat in his eyes. What better way to wake him up, after all? As usual, Molly seeks his pleasure with greed. ]
[ Humming his agreement, he palms his way up a smooth belly to a breast and gently kneads, leaning down to connect a soft kiss. Fjord, aching from the workout, sighs through his nose in contentment to be still and slumped over his hot lover. ]
You look lovely this morning, I suppose I should tell you that after the way you looked when I walked in.
[ He happily meets that kiss, enjoying that happy sigh from his boyfriend. Molly loves those sword-calloused hands on him, especially when they come to play with a silver-streaked breast like that. The softness mixed with the scars was an interesting texture for the slight handful, and draws a similarly content sigh from the tiefling. ]
I always look lovely.
[ He quips with a smirk, gently nipping that green lower lip. ]
Next time you should just sneak in here and put me on your cock.
[ Tracing those scars over Molly's breasts is a delicate matter, using his fingertip and claw. Noses nuzzle and Fjord smugly steals a nibble of those lips. ]
Why sneak when I can just ask? You're already in my bed, sweetheart.
[ He leans closer for a kiss again, smiling as their lips met and noses gently press together. Molly rocks his hips a bit, sliding himself over that knee to enjoy the little pressure on his clit as he does.
Lazy 'mornings' are wonderful, and they had nowhere to go today. He could just spend all day in bed, trailing kisses down a bearded cheek and then to a neck. ]
Aw, did I disappoint you with that rude awakening? Let me make it up to you, your highness.
[ His hand slips down between Molly's legs to thumb over his clit, two fingers seeking out his pussy to slide in and stay, barely moving. Fjord's happy to take his time teasing him, preferring the foreplay to a lot of other ways they could spend their morning, namely fighting Veth for the bacon at the kitchen table. ]
[ Molly says teasingly in a haughty voice, but it is broken into a gasp as those lovely green fingers move to tease him. The rocking and talking had already gotten him slick, so they slide in easily.
Gods, how he loves that feeling - his walls tight around those digits but still yielding and eager to pull them deeper. The thumb at his clit sends little curls of pleasure through him, too, and starting up a soft purring sound of happiness.
[ A lazy morning together is about the best way to wake up in Fjord's opinion, lulled into arousal by the reactions of Molly's body around his fingers, suddenly growing slicker as he fucks him in slow, firm thrusts. His cock starts to fill out against a warm lavender thigh, unhurried lovemaking turning the very air warm against Fjord's skin.
He loves it when Molly's like this, easiest to win over when sleep-silly and craving attention first thing before the rest of the Nein give him theirs. He only wants Fjord and it's a powerful notion, getting him exactly the treatment the tiefling desires. And deserves. Molly is an obligingly willing lover almost every time Fjord's erection comes knocking (so to speak).
He rakes his tusks over a breast, tongue curling around a nipple. ]
[ It's absolutely everything he deserves right now, fingers fucking him so nicely and the feeling of being so adored in every way. He lazily places kisses wherever he can reach, hands running over that thick chest and all the way down to that hardening cock.
Molly closes his hand around it, fingertips playing with the ridges underneath. He's a person with high libido, so they're honestly a perfect match. Who wouldn't be excited to welcome that dick anywhere it wants to be?
The tongue against a darker lavender nipple draws a lazy moan out of Molly, and he smiles down at those gorgeous slitted eyes. ]
[ Fjord sucks in a breath as he feels Molly start to play coy with his cock, leaning into the idle caresses. His own fingers curl a little further into that tight channel and drag along the soft walls, partly out of reaction and also to teach him a lesson. ]
Molly, fuck ... You keep that up and you'll have nothing to ride.
[ Too wound up to last long after walking in on splayed lavender legs earlier, Fjord nips his way up a neck to find a tendon and dig in his tusks. Grr. ]
[ There's a cocky laugh at first, but then Fjord's fingers curls inside him and it becomes a small whine instead. Damn him and the fact that he knows his body so well! ]
That would be terrible, did you have such a good look at me that you're aching?
[ Chuckling, Molly leans his head so that Fjord has more space to nibble, the chewing with those tusks creating more pretty sounds from the tiefling. Slowly pulling away, he seeks out those lips in a deep kiss before he gently tugs on that beard. Downwards, further. ]
How about you have that breakfast, baby? You had a hard workout, after all.
[ The tug on his beard gets a pout, one for show as he huffs into the long, drawn-out kisses as though put-upon. ]
You're demanding today. I hope you're nicer to me later ...
[ Fjord trails his way down the central cavity of those lovely breasts with open-mouthed kisses and a lashing tongue, just to make Molly anticipate it going elsewhere as Fjord slides lower and lower, hooking two thighs over his shoulders. He can smell the morning arousal on Molly and the tang of it across that first lick is delicious, ruining his plans to be a tease. Instead, he pushes his tongue into that dripping pussy and fucks Molly without pretence, long sweeps laving their way into a tight hole, sucking his way up to a swollen clit. ]
Maybe if you get me to come a few times, I'll be sweeter.
[ He was so abruptly awoken! He deserves some apologies!
Molly's red eyes follow the descent of Fjord, a little smirk on his lips like a cat who got the milk. The kisses and sweeps of tongue are so good, though, bringing out sweet little sighs of pleasure until his legs are lifted over broad shoulders.
For a moment it looks like Fjord is going to tease him back just as much, but then that tongue laps over his cunt in such happy way and Molly breathes out a 'yes'. The first dip inside has his hands tightening a bit in that salt-and-pepper hair, and those tusks pressing lightly against his mound is a wonderful addition to the way Fjord is apparently attempting to kill him by sucking his clit like that. ]
[ Well, that's a pretty nice compliment so far. He digs his claws into Molly's thighs to heighten sensations, tongue sliding down to start fucking him properly in deep thrusts that always flick against those throbbing walls for good measure. Fjord takes his time, enjoying the way he can feel Molly react to getting head for the first time in days ... maybe even since last week, if he thinks about it. They've all been a little busy.
His head bobs in Molly's grip, letting him feel the rasp of a damp beard over impossibly soft pink-purple folds and the cooler hard press of tusks, using the latter to spread Molly out for Fjord to invade with hungry licks. ]
[ Fjord is awarded sweet, happy sighs and moans from the tiefling, who loves every moment of it and shows it just as freely, sleep-soft and happy. Adoring breaths and fingers runs through that thick hair, shivers going down his body at especially good licks. Fjord's tongue is nicely broad and hungry for him, dipping so deep inside and slip against all those wonderful places that makes his hips involuntarily rock.
That beard against his sensitive flesh has Molly gasping, enjoying a hint of it now and then - and the dirty thought of it being all slick with his wetness. Those tusks feel like they're trying to spread a book, and Molly would laugh if it didn't feel so fucking good.
They were perfect for eachother, all the way down to that. ]
[ Molly's taste and scent have Fjord lulled into a content state between his thighs, rolling the pad of a thumb over that slippery clit once more as he drinks down the strange flavour of the tiefling's soft cunt. Not quite as salty as other people but just as addictive, fucking him harder as he stiffens his tongue and tries to give him some rhythm to hook onto, grinding against him. Molly can doubtlessly feel Fjord's enthusiasm but if he can't then the groan he pours into him has a low vibration to it. ]
Mmm ...
[ The attention over a nub grows firmer, faster, stimulating that cute pink pearl. ] l
[ Molly loves this so much, seeing how comfortable Fjord gets between his legs. How much he enjoys it and didn't get it scared out of him by that bitch Avantika.
No, here Molly's being eaten out like he's the most delicious peach and living for each moment that tongue dips in deep and the engorged clit is played with. It draws louder, hitched moans from him, shamelessly grinding against that handsome face.
The hum and the insistent play brings him closer, heat burning through his body and his pulse loud in his ears. ]
Yes, baby, so close, fuck.
[ His thighs tighten around Fjord's head as his body blooms into orgasm, breaking a cry from his lips. ]
[ There's no better place to be than between Molly's legs as he grinds down for more tongue, riding his face. Fjord licks him through his orgasm, ensuring it wracks Molly's body with the longest surge of pleasure possible, lapped inside and sucked over his clit until overstilumation threatens.
He palms his way up a bare belly, groping his way to a breast so it feels to Molly's hazy mind that he's being touched everywhere that counts. ]
[ Molly feels like he's floating, loving the feeling of Fjord's hands over him, grounding him a bit before the sweet tongue starts to be a little too much. He's easy to get to come several times, but sometimes you just needed a break and a kiss.
Which he very much sits up to give, hungry to taste himself on those lips. ]
You're so good to me, baby... lie and let me ride you?
[ He looks eager and loving in one, stroking his hands through that hair and about to say something else when there's a knock on the door.
Heey you guys, stop having sex, Essek's here and we gotta have a meeting! ]
[ He's buzzing with arousal, achingly hard as the kiss stokes his blood hotter ... and then he hears the call through the door and barks back as he reaches for Molly. ]
We're not ready! Fifteen minutes!
Hurry the fuck up, he's got places to be!
I'm really not asking!
[ Sliding his hands around Molly, Fjord impatiently runs a grasp down that soft body to Molly's ass to drag him close and kisses him harder than before, the heavy line of his erection hot against the soft wetness between the tiefling's legs.
Flushed dark green from head to toe, he ignores the banging on their door and murmurs to Molly. ]
[ Molly says, gently stroking a finger over that hard cock with a pout. He desperately wants that inside him, but it sounds like they don't even have time for a quickie.
He's going to eyebleed that wizard bastard. ]
Minor illusion it?
[ The boner, that is. This is sad, he almost feels bad. Maybe if he wears a short skirt and buttons his coat... ]
[ He gives Molly such a look, part pleading and part accusing. Fjord swallows down a whimper and agrees with a reluctant nod, awkwardly moving away to find his pants. He's absolutely going to be rock-hard throughout the audience with Essek which a Minor Illusion will mask but not get rid of; he washes his face in the basin with the cold water, to at least get the sweat off his face. His stupid orc dick is going to be his downfall one day, he grimly thinks. ]
You'll set me off, no playing around.
[ Awkwardly dressed in full armour (it would look so weird to be in his cloak alone which he has donned out of paranoia and public decency, even if he is bespelled) he looks miserable. Possibly ill, if people have no idea what else is making him so flushed. ]
[ Molly leans in and kisses him, but a more innocent one of apology. Poor bastard! All ridges locked and now he has to be miserable.
He has to make that up to him, he thinks while dressing up and still buttoning his coat for once. It's a little suspicious, but they did just pull them out of sex and maybe he just doesn't want to put a shirt on??
After they make their way to the war room, the tiefling's tail starts swishing like it does when he has mischief in the making - and once his boyfriend sits down, Molly takes a seat on his lap. Slyly pushing his ass against that erection and picking up the drink of tea offered by Clay. ]
[ Fjord is sat down for all of five seconds before Molly plants his butt and his reaction comes like a shock of lightning, grabbing the tiefling's waist to lift him off so Fjord can abscond to the safety of the wall, arms hastily folded where he leans alone. If he says nothing for the first ten minutes it's because he isn't listening closely to Essek and instead steadying his breathing, avoiding Caleb's sharp eye.
All he has to do is exist in the room, that's it. He can ask Beau what it's all about later, nothing matters besides looking grumpy he was dragged out of bed.
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[ Off come his leggings next, kicked aside, and he crawls onto the bed to let his weight sink over Molly. He rests his chin in a hand, elbow buried beside Molly's head as he gets comfortable with a thigh sliding up between a purple pair to meet that bare heat at the crux. ]
You want breakfast, or ... ?
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...the smile immediately turns mischievous as that thigh slides up to meet him, tiefling heat radiating from his core. ]
Hmm, I suppose there are alternate breakfasts...
[ That grin widens, fangs on display and a mix of humor and heat in his eyes. What better way to wake him up, after all? As usual, Molly seeks his pleasure with greed. ]
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You look lovely this morning, I suppose I should tell you that after the way you looked when I walked in.
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I always look lovely.
[ He quips with a smirk, gently nipping that green lower lip. ]
Next time you should just sneak in here and put me on your cock.
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Why sneak when I can just ask? You're already in my bed, sweetheart.
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[ He leans closer for a kiss again, smiling as their lips met and noses gently press together. Molly rocks his hips a bit, sliding himself over that knee to enjoy the little pressure on his clit as he does.
Lazy 'mornings' are wonderful, and they had nowhere to go today. He could just spend all day in bed, trailing kisses down a bearded cheek and then to a neck. ]
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[ His hand slips down between Molly's legs to thumb over his clit, two fingers seeking out his pussy to slide in and stay, barely moving. Fjord's happy to take his time teasing him, preferring the foreplay to a lot of other ways they could spend their morning, namely fighting Veth for the bacon at the kitchen table. ]
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[ Molly says teasingly in a haughty voice, but it is broken into a gasp as those lovely green fingers move to tease him. The rocking and talking had already gotten him slick, so they slide in easily.
Gods, how he loves that feeling - his walls tight around those digits but still yielding and eager to pull them deeper. The thumb at his clit sends little curls of pleasure through him, too, and starting up a soft purring sound of happiness.
Yep, perfect morning. ]
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He loves it when Molly's like this, easiest to win over when sleep-silly and craving attention first thing before the rest of the Nein give him theirs. He only wants Fjord and it's a powerful notion, getting him exactly the treatment the tiefling desires. And deserves. Molly is an obligingly willing lover almost every time Fjord's erection comes knocking (so to speak).
He rakes his tusks over a breast, tongue curling around a nipple. ]
Better, hmm?
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Molly closes his hand around it, fingertips playing with the ridges underneath. He's a person with high libido, so they're honestly a perfect match. Who wouldn't be excited to welcome that dick anywhere it wants to be?
The tongue against a darker lavender nipple draws a lazy moan out of Molly, and he smiles down at those gorgeous slitted eyes. ]
Much.
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Molly, fuck ... You keep that up and you'll have nothing to ride.
[ Too wound up to last long after walking in on splayed lavender legs earlier, Fjord nips his way up a neck to find a tendon and dig in his tusks. Grr. ]
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That would be terrible, did you have such a good look at me that you're aching?
[ Chuckling, Molly leans his head so that Fjord has more space to nibble, the chewing with those tusks creating more pretty sounds from the tiefling. Slowly pulling away, he seeks out those lips in a deep kiss before he gently tugs on that beard. Downwards, further. ]
How about you have that breakfast, baby? You had a hard workout, after all.
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You're demanding today. I hope you're nicer to me later ...
[ Fjord trails his way down the central cavity of those lovely breasts with open-mouthed kisses and a lashing tongue, just to make Molly anticipate it going elsewhere as Fjord slides lower and lower, hooking two thighs over his shoulders. He can smell the morning arousal on Molly and the tang of it across that first lick is delicious, ruining his plans to be a tease. Instead, he pushes his tongue into that dripping pussy and fucks Molly without pretence, long sweeps laving their way into a tight hole, sucking his way up to a swollen clit. ]
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[ He was so abruptly awoken! He deserves some apologies!
Molly's red eyes follow the descent of Fjord, a little smirk on his lips like a cat who got the milk. The kisses and sweeps of tongue are so good, though, bringing out sweet little sighs of pleasure until his legs are lifted over broad shoulders.
For a moment it looks like Fjord is going to tease him back just as much, but then that tongue laps over his cunt in such happy way and Molly breathes out a 'yes'. The first dip inside has his hands tightening a bit in that salt-and-pepper hair, and those tusks pressing lightly against his mound is a wonderful addition to the way Fjord is apparently attempting to kill him by sucking his clit like that. ]
Oh, yes yes yes! Perfect~!
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His head bobs in Molly's grip, letting him feel the rasp of a damp beard over impossibly soft pink-purple folds and the cooler hard press of tusks, using the latter to spread Molly out for Fjord to invade with hungry licks. ]
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That beard against his sensitive flesh has Molly gasping, enjoying a hint of it now and then - and the dirty thought of it being all slick with his wetness. Those tusks feel like they're trying to spread a book, and Molly would laugh if it didn't feel so fucking good.
They were perfect for eachother, all the way down to that. ]
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Mmm ...
[ The attention over a nub grows firmer, faster, stimulating that cute pink pearl. ]
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No, here Molly's being eaten out like he's the most delicious peach and living for each moment that tongue dips in deep and the engorged clit is played with. It draws louder, hitched moans from him, shamelessly grinding against that handsome face.
The hum and the insistent play brings him closer, heat burning through his body and his pulse loud in his ears. ]
Yes, baby, so close, fuck.
[ His thighs tighten around Fjord's head as his body blooms into orgasm, breaking a cry from his lips. ]
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He palms his way up a bare belly, groping his way to a breast so it feels to Molly's hazy mind that he's being touched everywhere that counts. ]
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Which he very much sits up to give, hungry to taste himself on those lips. ]
You're so good to me, baby... lie and let me ride you?
[ He looks eager and loving in one, stroking his hands through that hair and about to say something else when there's a knock on the door.
Heey you guys, stop having sex, Essek's here and we gotta have a meeting! ]
...oh gods, really?
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We're not ready! Fifteen minutes!
Hurry the fuck up, he's got places to be!
I'm really not asking!
[ Sliding his hands around Molly, Fjord impatiently runs a grasp down that soft body to Molly's ass to drag him close and kisses him harder than before, the heavy line of his erection hot against the soft wetness between the tiefling's legs.
Flushed dark green from head to toe, he ignores the banging on their door and murmurs to Molly. ]
Help me, this is all your fault.
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[ Molly says, gently stroking a finger over that hard cock with a pout. He desperately wants that inside him, but it sounds like they don't even have time for a quickie.
He's going to eyebleed that wizard bastard. ]
Minor illusion it?
[ The boner, that is. This is sad, he almost feels bad. Maybe if he wears a short skirt and buttons his coat... ]
I'll play with you while we listen.
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You'll set me off, no playing around.
[ Awkwardly dressed in full armour (it would look so weird to be in his cloak alone which he has donned out of paranoia and public decency, even if he is bespelled) he looks miserable. Possibly ill, if people have no idea what else is making him so flushed. ]
Let's, ah. Let's go then.
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He has to make that up to him, he thinks while dressing up and still buttoning his coat for once. It's a little suspicious, but they did just pull them out of sex and maybe he just doesn't want to put a shirt on??
After they make their way to the war room, the tiefling's tail starts swishing like it does when he has mischief in the making - and once his boyfriend sits down, Molly takes a seat on his lap. Slyly pushing his ass against that erection and picking up the drink of tea offered by Clay. ]
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All he has to do is exist in the room, that's it. He can ask Beau what it's all about later, nothing matters besides looking grumpy he was dragged out of bed.
He's got this. Totally. ]
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