[ He's such a gorgeous man, this boyfriend of his. Handsome and sexy, of course, but also so pretty - in the way those eyes waxes and wanes when they have sex, and the softness he speaks with like this. Drunk on their bodies and emotions in one, sharing a kiss that's both sweet and hot. ]
Mmm... love that about you too.
[ Molly whispers, not sure if he should be relieved or sad that it was changed in the middle of the sentence.
For now, though, he's happy to ignore it and instead focus on the way the half-orc grabs at him, kneading thicker hips and over the slight curves of that gymnast body. His nipples gliding on that armor isn't something he thought he'd enjoy, but the old leather is a strange mix of textures that just add to everything. ]
Fuck, you fill me up so good. Those ridges!
[ He half-laughs, half-moans, rolling his hips to tease both of them a bit. ]
[ He notices how Molly is arching into his armour and palms at a breast, calloused fingertips and a soft suede glove running over that impossible soft skin and tracing scars. Fjord grins and drops back, getting his boots fixed firmly on the stone floor to brace the way he bucks without warning; he slides his hands down to a pair of hips to stop Molly being toppled forwards. He keeps it interesting for him, not letting him get too comfortable before the harder pace sets in again, the ridges along his dick forcing Molly to take their extra width each time he hastily sinks down. ]
[ Body-warmed suede is an even nicer feeling than leather armor on those impossibly soft breasts, the tracing of scars taking his breath away.
(Molly should have known what was about to happen when he saw that grin.)
He's happy for those hands steadying him, because he's definitely not an equestrian and this stallion is bucking! There's a small laugh, but now Fjord has leverage to thrust up and the laughter is cut off into a cry as those ridges spread his cunt wide open around them. Fuck, he loves half-orc dick, he's not ashamed to say it. The tips of those ridges press just right, swollen clit rubbing against the top if he leans to kiss this wonderful man. ]
[ It becomes a game with himself between trying to buck Molly off (almost) and keep him securely fastened by the grasp on his hips, never going too fast or wild but neither making it easy for Molly to chase the rhythm. Fjord teases him with deep grinds only to buck him a few inches, sudden and breath-taking, just to see how Molly will retaliate.
[ Molly laughs as they 'fight' about the rhythm, holding on more with his strong thighs and grasping that leather armor to get some more leverage. Grinning down at his lover, he tightens his cunt around him to try to force that dick where he wants it, riding him harder and completely shamelessly.
Leaning forward, he also 'attacks' with kisses and bites, nipping pretty green skin so that everyone will see the hickeys on his neck. ]
Such a naughty steed, baby. Messing with me while I'm stuffed full of your cock and dripping of your come like this. [ He gasps and changes the angle the bit. ] Fuck, those ridges.
[ Molly wants to feel those ridges so Fjord sits back up, keeping one hand planted behind him on the cold stone, and uses the other to hook around the tiefling's waist, dragging him in to feel the deep grind. At the base of Fjord's cock he makes sure to press in close so Molly's clit is firmly rubbed on each thrust, slow and careful.
His grin meets those babbling, pretty lips, breathing a little shaky from that tight friction milking his dick. ]
Still so chatty? I'll have to work on shutting you up.
[ Fjord sits up and things change again - the way he's dragged in to feel how deep the half-orc can get has him mewling and tightening his grip on that armor. It's so good, Molly's pretty red eyes half-lidded and lashes fluttering each time he bottoms out, a wet, dirty sound accompanying the last thickness of the cock swallowed up into his cunt with each grind.
Over and over again until it feels like there's nothing else in the world. No Essek, no mission, nobody to fight. Just he and Fjord, fucking like desperate men on the floor of a tower.
A few more grinds in and it almost hurts how sensitive his clit is, leaning on that edge of coming again and body already trembling. ]
Mmm... baby... baby please, so close.
[ He needs just a little more to tip over again, not sure how many orgasms his boyfriend is going to drag out of him during this hour. ]
[ Thinking he's got a handle on his stamina is such a mistake when Molly is cooing filth into their kisses and he feels the tug of arousal tighten in his balls with the need to come again. He absolutely refuses, or tries to with a snarl as he ducks down to bite Molly's scarred throat, sucking hard to match the way they move. It's brutal and rough but Fjord's arm is always around Molly to keep him safe, close, and he lets him hear all the groans and growls of staving off his second orgasm for the sake of man he loves in his lap.
His current view of lavender breasts trapped against his armour is a lovely one but definitely not helping Fjord's cause when it comes to holding out much longer. ]
[ Those tusks and teeth bruise his throat and Molly cries out as the mixed pain-and-pleasure rises to a crest, leaving him trembling in those safe arms. He squeezes his legs around those hips and his pretty face lights up with yet another wave of orgasm, throbbing and clenching around that cock inside him that was trying so hard to not spill yet.
His rush almost snaps like a thread afterwards, and he has to grab on to Fjord to not fall over, lips clumsily seeking green skin and that twin-pronged devilish tongue eager to spout new sins to his lover. ]
Come on, baby. You can do it. Let go, use me, show me how much you love me and fill me up!
[ It was almost cruel to make him wait, after all. Especially after he'd done so well in the war room. (Despite Molly's teasing.) ]
[ A groan like that from a wounded animal precedes Fjord coming harder than he can remember doing in days, burying his forehead against Molly's neck and bucking up hard as he claws him down by the hips, come heating up that wet pussy as he spills almost on cue to Molly's cooing. He shivers to feel a forked tongue running over his skin and palms his way over that beautiful body from thigh to shoulder and back again, dropping back on the floor to take Molly with him as a toasty, gorgeous blanket.
No words form as he kisses over a scarred neck and shoulder, kneading the plush curve of Molly's ass and altogether drowning in hedonistic bliss, never mind the cold stone floor when Fjord has armour on to protect him. No, he just sighs and catches his breath, murmuring praise into Molly's skin as the white-hot pleasure starts to simmer in relief. ]
[ It's so satisfying to feel Fjord pulse inside him, filling him up with heat. There's no wonder there are a lot of orcs with the volume of cum even a half-orc can give, and Molly's ever so grateful that Gustav took one look at him after his first escapade and made sure he was never going to get in trouble. So Molly can just enjoy the feeling, slowly sinking down on Fjord's chest when prompted.
He's about to slide off Fjord's dick, but remembers what his lover said earlier and just lets it stay and go soft inside. Instead Molly nuzzles a cheek, adoring the way the half-orc looks in this moment.
Just them on a spa floor, enjoying the rush of pleasant feelings despite the cold. He could probably stay there forever, even if the armor was a bit uncomfortable to lie on and squished his tits. ]
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Mmm... love that about you too.
[ Molly whispers, not sure if he should be relieved or sad that it was changed in the middle of the sentence.
For now, though, he's happy to ignore it and instead focus on the way the half-orc grabs at him, kneading thicker hips and over the slight curves of that gymnast body. His nipples gliding on that armor isn't something he thought he'd enjoy, but the old leather is a strange mix of textures that just add to everything. ]
Fuck, you fill me up so good. Those ridges!
[ He half-laughs, half-moans, rolling his hips to tease both of them a bit. ]
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[ He notices how Molly is arching into his armour and palms at a breast, calloused fingertips and a soft suede glove running over that impossible soft skin and tracing scars. Fjord grins and drops back, getting his boots fixed firmly on the stone floor to brace the way he bucks without warning; he slides his hands down to a pair of hips to stop Molly being toppled forwards. He keeps it interesting for him, not letting him get too comfortable before the harder pace sets in again, the ridges along his dick forcing Molly to take their extra width each time he hastily sinks down. ]
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(Molly should have known what was about to happen when he saw that grin.)
He's happy for those hands steadying him, because he's definitely not an equestrian and this stallion is bucking! There's a small laugh, but now Fjord has leverage to thrust up and the laughter is cut off into a cry as those ridges spread his cunt wide open around them. Fuck, he loves half-orc dick, he's not ashamed to say it. The tips of those ridges press just right, swollen clit rubbing against the top if he leans to kiss this wonderful man. ]
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to buck him a few inches, sudden and breath-taking, just to see how Molly will retaliate.
Who ever said sex couldn't be competitive ... ]
Holding on okay, sweetheart?
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Leaning forward, he also 'attacks' with kisses and bites, nipping pretty green skin so that everyone will see the hickeys on his neck. ]
Such a naughty steed, baby. Messing with me while I'm stuffed full of your cock and dripping of your come like this. [ He gasps and changes the angle the bit. ] Fuck, those ridges.
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His grin meets those babbling, pretty lips, breathing a little shaky from that tight friction milking his dick. ]
Still so chatty? I'll have to work on shutting you up.
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Over and over again until it feels like there's nothing else in the world. No Essek, no mission, nobody to fight. Just he and Fjord, fucking like desperate men on the floor of a tower.
A few more grinds in and it almost hurts how sensitive his clit is, leaning on that edge of coming again and body already trembling. ]
Mmm... baby... baby please, so close.
[ He needs just a little more to tip over again, not sure how many orgasms his boyfriend is going to drag out of him during this hour. ]
Bite me, claim me.... fuck, please...
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His current view of lavender breasts trapped against his armour is a lovely one but definitely not helping Fjord's cause when it comes to holding out much longer. ]
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His rush almost snaps like a thread afterwards, and he has to grab on to Fjord to not fall over, lips clumsily seeking green skin and that twin-pronged devilish tongue eager to spout new sins to his lover. ]
Come on, baby. You can do it. Let go, use me, show me how much you love me and fill me up!
[ It was almost cruel to make him wait, after all. Especially after he'd done so well in the war room. (Despite Molly's teasing.) ]
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No words form as he kisses over a scarred neck and shoulder, kneading the plush curve of Molly's ass and altogether drowning in hedonistic bliss, never mind the cold stone floor when Fjord has armour on to protect him. No, he just sighs and catches his breath, murmuring praise into Molly's skin as the white-hot pleasure starts to simmer in relief. ]
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He's about to slide off Fjord's dick, but remembers what his lover said earlier and just lets it stay and go soft inside. Instead Molly nuzzles a cheek, adoring the way the half-orc looks in this moment.
Just them on a spa floor, enjoying the rush of pleasant feelings despite the cold. He could probably stay there forever, even if the armor was a bit uncomfortable to lie on and squished his tits. ]
Mmm...