[ Hands on hips as he peers into the open-ended tent he calls his own, his expression wipes in surprise as he notices that the figure inside is actually naked, and yes, that is a purple dick his eyes zone in on. ]
Not that this isn't a pleasant surprise.
[ He glances back down the beach to where the bonfire party is still raging on, far enough away that he can't see which figures are who. Fjord's tent is lit by a dim lamp that limns Molly's legs and arms in golden light, drawing his focus back to the tiefling who has made himself at home. ]
[ Molly says, perky and happy where he lies on Fjord's sleeping bag like he owns the damn thing. His legs are a little spread, one hand gently stroking said purple dick shamelessly a couple of times. All for those golden eyes. ]
Did you really think I'd sleep in my own tent? Honestly.
[ What utter foolishness!
Molly's own eyes have a soft glow in the dim light and his tail lazily swishes under him, stretching his limbs out like he's in one of his onlyfans shows - but genuine. The sexy look is broken by a bit of laughter, though. ]
...plus Jester, Beau and Veth buried it in sand once they saw I was going over here. It's okay, though, I did the same to all their towels.
I thought you were staying up all night with the girls ... although, yeah, fuck them if they buried your tent. Good job getting them back.
[ He kneels down inside and brushes the sand off his feet, crawling his way up between those legs (careful of that tail!) to rest on an arm beside him, other hand swatting away Molly's to take over the stroking of his dick, slow but firm.
[ Molly just laughs happily, wrapping his arms around Fjord as soon as the half-orc comes to lie with him, and then bites down a gasp as his hand is replaced.
He grins as they kiss, a hint of dangerous heat in it but cupping Fjord's cheek sweetly at the same time. ]
I'm a terrible tentmate. I'll keep you up all night.
[ He loves knowing how to work Molly up, each little twist over the head of his cock adding a tighter squeeze for him to fuck. There's no disguising the lust in his growl. ]
You're damn right you will, honey.
[ He's already getting hard and enjoys the warm buildup as his blood heats with Molly's arms around him, the view of him against the sleeping bag a truly lovely one that he can't resist stealing kisses from. ]
[ Those little magic touches has him slightly flushed, a pretty, deeper lavender on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Molly makes little pleased sounds, stealing kisses right back as they lazily work up to a simmer of desire. ]
Take your clothes off, lazy.
[ The tiefling croons, amused as he pulls a little on the shorts, greedy for the feel of that cock in his hand. ]
Or are you so full of sand that I'm going to get buried?
[ The summer air and Molly's hot skin have Fjord feeling comfortable enough to strip, dropping his shirt on Molly's face as he rears back to kick off his shorts. ]
I should vomit salt-water on you for that.
[ Instead Molly gets playfully tackled, one half-orc rolling around on him. ]
[ Molly pulls the shirt from his face with a grin, sticking out his tongue teasingly. ]
Kinky~!
[ He's already laughing when Fjord tackles him, and he wriggles and 'fights' for a moment before giving up and just attacking a green neck with love bites instead. ]
Mmm... you do taste a little spicy after that earlier dip.
[ Giggling as he twists his head to escape those little bites on his neck, he slaps a lavender ass and tickles his way down a tail, finding the bumps to trace. ]
[ Molly snorts at that, something quickly replaced by a gasp as he's spanked. The nerve! (Like he doesn't enjoy it a lot.)
Grinning, he wiggles a bit as Fjord's fingers trace his tail like that, shamelessly trying to give him more of it to play with as he looks up at that handsome face. ]
Tents obviously bring out the old-timey adventurer in me, where we have to huddle for warmth in our sad canvas tents rather than colorful nylon.
[ Molly drags his fingers through chest hair and down, smiling. ]
Or it's just a thrill to be packed so close, out in nowhere with only a zipper to hide us...
I'm so surprised to learn you're an exhibitionist.
[ That tail gets a thorough petting right along the bumps and up to the base of Molly's spine, spoiling him with the rippling caress of gentle fingers. Those that run down his chest get him arching forward for a lingering kiss. ]
[ Molly quips with a smile, leaning closer as he's given such excellent pets that send little curls of heat up his spine. He meets that kiss happily, the soft glow of his eyes in the dim light full of that joy that seems to be the very core of Mollymauk.
The cute compliment is met by another kiss, fingers wandering all over Fjord to find his secret, sensitive spots. ]
So do you. All these highlights and shadows... it's warm and pretty in one. Like you.
[ If he can roll Molly onto his back while still in the circle of his arms then he will, sliding one hand down that decorated body to take him into his fist and stroke to the pace of his kisses, breaths coming shallow around that addictively clever mouth with its pretty lips.
They both have dark-vision but he's sure Molly's eyes look so much nicer than his own. ]
No more arguing with me, you're the gorgeous one here. Brat.
[ Molly flops over easily, smiling as he does. One hand continues to play with that chest and teasing a nipple as Fjord reaches down to stroke him. It makes him break the kisses for a moment, gasping and rocking into it like the hedonist he is. Being touched by Fjord was the best thing in the world, no matter what part.
...and if he only knew how pretty his yellow-gold eyes looked in the dark. ]
Well, I'm not arguing with that, exactly.
[ He says with a teasing smile, sticking that tongue out like a child. ]
[ There's a reward to be had in just watching Molly enjoy himself, the roll of his hips and arch of his body turning Fjord's stamina to ashes when paired with the roaming hand over his chest. He huffs mid-kiss to peacock feathers, leaning up to catch his lover's eye. ]
I should kick you out of my tent right now and make you sleep in the rockpools until that high opinion of yourself cools off.
[ Since he figured out Fjord is a soft-hearted fool for him Molly has become too powerful, that's for sure. With an aggrieved sigh as if he's an unwilling participant, Fjord breaks the facade with a grin and kisses him silent. Or occupies that forked tongue, anyway.
Molly will find his thigh guided over Fjord's hip and their cocks aligned for a luxuriously slow grind as soon as the tiefling is done snarking, the drag of Fjord's achingly heavy erection rubbing through the precome smeared down Molly's cock, adding his own to make the hot glide smoother. The arm he's braced on tenses to keep him propped up and he slips the other under the dip in Molly's back just to manhandle him a little more, hooked underneath to keep him hauled up close. It's only a few inches off the sleeping blanket but the power-trip Fjord gets is worth it.
[ At least he doesn't abuse it too often? (No that's a lie he does it all the time.) Molly already looks pleased at 'winning' before that sigh even comes, and then he meets the kisses happily.
He's easy to move around when he's getting his way, thigh moved and heaven acquired in the slow rub together. It's fantastic, heat and slickness making a perfect combination. Molly doesn't need to look to know how pretty it is, purple shadowed by that gorgeous green, thick and heavy. He was a good size for his kind, but more of a slender build than his lover - and the differences always made his blood hot.
He's a bit more surprised by the way Fjord holds him closer, and man. That's also quite hot, and a little silly. Gods, how he adores this ridiculous man.
Molly was expecting something sappy with a snuggle like that, and instead that comes out and his laugh is mixed with a much deeper blush this time. ]
[ He likes keeping Molly guessing as to what he'll do, not naturally given to lewd promises but learning how to slip them in when he least expects it and earn a blush. Fjord kisses him slow and filthy, open-mouthed with savouring licks as he explores that forked tongue and strokes it, sealing lips with a hedonistic hum. The grind of their bodies is slick and hot, more so with Molly burning up a storm below to make them sweat in the autumn evening heat, and Fjord huffs a breathless smile as hair falls into his eyes. ]
I love you, Molls.
[ The sex is great and all, but it's more than that. It always was. ]
[ It's never boring in bed with Fjord, that's for sure! Molly's happily meeting those kisses, mixing the filthy ones with sweeter, and even some nips here and there. His tongue is always happy to explore those tusks, and he never wants to stop.
It's making him so happy.
The constant, slow and wonderful grind is keeping his blood heated, and with the nice weather he's probably going to be a furnace to sleep with. Who needs blankets when you have a boyfriend, though?
His mind is so full of happiness and pleasure that it takes a moment to register what Fjord said, and the sides of his red eyes wrinkle with unbound joy in his smile. ]
I love you too, baby.
[ Another kiss, a little more chaste but just as full of want. It always made him a little nervous, having fallen in love like this, but... it had changed a lot for the better. (Molly's so happy he stepped into that flower shop.) ]
[ Molly says softly, nearly a whisper as he looks up into Fjord's eyes with a smile. It's tender and it's sweet, something he used to imagine fragile as glass, terrified that his grip was too tight or too loose. Desperate to ruin with a joke or a comment to distance himself.
Now love is his favorite vice. ]
We're both lucky.
[ A hand comes to stroke that cheek again, gently tracing the beard and stopping at his chin before Molly leans in for a kiss again. ]
[ With that wistfully fond murmur he turns his head to kiss Molly's palm and the red eye there, nipping at his fingers. He tugs on Molly to get him rolling too, wanting a blanket made of horny tiefling. ]
Come here, since you wanted to crash my bedtime ...
[ Molly chuckles and happily rolls over so that he can lie on top of that lovely green mattress and suck little marks on those pecs. Fjord gave him full reach and Mollymauk's gonna make use of it, leaving traces of kisses wherever he can reach. ]
I'm worth losing sleep for and you know it.
[ Still smiling, he captures a nipple with his mouth and slides it between the v of his twin tongue tips. ]
[ This must be what everyone wants when they watch Molly's videos of him panting in their direction but, as Fjord can attest, the reality is much more intense than any imagining. He arches up into the drag of that forked tongue and groans as his dick twitches as if commanded, right against Molly with the tiefling spread on top. It's just another layer of Molly's shamelessness that drags the same out of Fjord, no longer embarrassed by the reactions his boyfriend ekes from him with minimal effort. ]
You know, [ conversationally, as if he isn't grinding the ridges on his cock against Molly's smooth belly, ] if you're up for it, we can do more than this.
[ Reaching to the side of the tent he ferrets out the bottle of lube, swatting the cold side of it against Molly's asscheek. ]
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[ Hands on hips as he peers into the open-ended tent he calls his own, his expression wipes in surprise as he notices that the figure inside is actually naked, and yes, that is a purple dick his eyes zone in on. ]
Not that this isn't a pleasant surprise.
[ He glances back down the beach to where the bonfire party is still raging on, far enough away that he can't see which figures are who. Fjord's tent is lit by a dim lamp that limns Molly's legs and arms in golden light, drawing his focus back to the tiefling who has made himself at home. ]
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[ Molly says, perky and happy where he lies on Fjord's sleeping bag like he owns the damn thing. His legs are a little spread, one hand gently stroking said purple dick shamelessly a couple of times. All for those golden eyes. ]
Did you really think I'd sleep in my own tent? Honestly.
[ What utter foolishness!
Molly's own eyes have a soft glow in the dim light and his tail lazily swishes under him, stretching his limbs out like he's in one of his onlyfans shows - but genuine. The sexy look is broken by a bit of laughter, though. ]
...plus Jester, Beau and Veth buried it in sand once they saw I was going over here. It's okay, though, I did the same to all their towels.
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[ He kneels down inside and brushes the sand off his feet, crawling his way up between those legs (careful of that tail!) to rest on an arm beside him, other hand swatting away Molly's to take over the stroking of his dick, slow but firm.
A sweet kiss meets that cheerful smile. ]
Guess I'm stuck with you now, oh no.
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He grins as they kiss, a hint of dangerous heat in it but cupping Fjord's cheek sweetly at the same time. ]
I'm a terrible tentmate. I'll keep you up all night.
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You're damn right you will, honey.
[ He's already getting hard and enjoys the warm buildup as his blood heats with Molly's arms around him, the view of him against the sleeping bag a truly lovely one that he can't resist stealing kisses from. ]
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Take your clothes off, lazy.
[ The tiefling croons, amused as he pulls a little on the shorts, greedy for the feel of that cock in his hand. ]
Or are you so full of sand that I'm going to get buried?
[ ...there's the sass. ]
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I should vomit salt-water on you for that.
[ Instead Molly gets playfully tackled, one half-orc rolling around on him. ]
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Kinky~!
[ He's already laughing when Fjord tackles him, and he wriggles and 'fights' for a moment before giving up and just attacking a green neck with love bites instead. ]
Mmm... you do taste a little spicy after that earlier dip.
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[ Giggling as he twists his head to escape those little bites on his neck, he slaps a lavender ass and tickles his way down a tail, finding the bumps to trace. ]
What is it about you attacking me in tents, huh?
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Grinning, he wiggles a bit as Fjord's fingers trace his tail like that, shamelessly trying to give him more of it to play with as he looks up at that handsome face. ]
Tents obviously bring out the old-timey adventurer in me, where we have to huddle for warmth in our sad canvas tents rather than colorful nylon.
[ Molly drags his fingers through chest hair and down, smiling. ]
Or it's just a thrill to be packed so close, out in nowhere with only a zipper to hide us...
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[ That tail gets a thorough petting right along the bumps and up to the base of Molly's spine, spoiling him with the rippling caress of gentle fingers. Those that run down his chest get him arching forward for a lingering kiss. ]
You do look particularly lovely by lamplight.
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[ Molly quips with a smile, leaning closer as he's given such excellent pets that send little curls of heat up his spine. He meets that kiss happily, the soft glow of his eyes in the dim light full of that joy that seems to be the very core of Mollymauk.
The cute compliment is met by another kiss, fingers wandering all over Fjord to find his secret, sensitive spots. ]
So do you. All these highlights and shadows... it's warm and pretty in one. Like you.
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They both have dark-vision but he's sure Molly's eyes look so much nicer than his own. ]
No more arguing with me, you're the gorgeous one here. Brat.
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...and if he only knew how pretty his yellow-gold eyes looked in the dark. ]
Well, I'm not arguing with that, exactly.
[ He says with a teasing smile, sticking that tongue out like a child. ]
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I should kick you out of my tent right now and make you sleep in the rockpools until that high opinion of yourself cools off.
[ He wouldn't. ]
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[ He huffs and jokingly pulls back. ]
I guess if you feel like it's better to stare up at the tent roof rather than watching me moan for you, I should give you your space.
[ That's when he slides his fingers down to wrap around Fjord's cock as well, stroking the soft flesh with that shit-eating grin. ]
All alone in here while I'm out there, chilling with the tiny fish.
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Molly will find his thigh guided over Fjord's hip and their cocks aligned for a luxuriously slow grind as soon as the tiefling is done snarking, the drag of Fjord's achingly heavy erection rubbing through the precome smeared down Molly's cock, adding his own to make the hot glide smoother. The arm he's braced on tenses to keep him propped up and he slips the other under the dip in Molly's back just to manhandle him a little more, hooked underneath to keep him hauled up close. It's only a few inches off the sleeping blanket but the power-trip Fjord gets is worth it.
He has his own weapons to tease with. ]
I'm eating you out after you come, by the way.
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He's easy to move around when he's getting his way, thigh moved and heaven acquired in the slow rub together. It's fantastic, heat and slickness making a perfect combination. Molly doesn't need to look to know how pretty it is, purple shadowed by that gorgeous green, thick and heavy. He was a good size for his kind, but more of a slender build than his lover - and the differences always made his blood hot.
He's a bit more surprised by the way Fjord holds him closer, and man. That's also quite hot, and a little silly. Gods, how he adores this ridiculous man.
Molly was expecting something sappy with a snuggle like that, and instead that comes out and his laugh is mixed with a much deeper blush this time. ]
Naughty! Mmm... not that I'm complaining...
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I love you, Molls.
[ The sex is great and all, but it's more than that. It always was. ]
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It's making him so happy.
The constant, slow and wonderful grind is keeping his blood heated, and with the nice weather he's probably going to be a furnace to sleep with. Who needs blankets when you have a boyfriend, though?
His mind is so full of happiness and pleasure that it takes a moment to register what Fjord said, and the sides of his red eyes wrinkle with unbound joy in his smile. ]
I love you too, baby.
[ Another kiss, a little more chaste but just as full of want. It always made him a little nervous, having fallen in love like this, but... it had changed a lot for the better. (Molly's so happy he stepped into that flower shop.) ]
So much. I'm so fucking lucky to have you.
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[ Lowered to the blankets as Fjord slides a cradling arm free, Molly has his hair brushed back and his bottom lip thumbed across. ]
I'm the lucky one, beautiful.
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[ Molly says softly, nearly a whisper as he looks up into Fjord's eyes with a smile. It's tender and it's sweet, something he used to imagine fragile as glass, terrified that his grip was too tight or too loose. Desperate to ruin with a joke or a comment to distance himself.
Now love is his favorite vice. ]
We're both lucky.
[ A hand comes to stroke that cheek again, gently tracing the beard and stopping at his chin before Molly leans in for a kiss again. ]
We're excellent at intimacy in tents, aren't we?
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[ With that wistfully fond murmur he turns his head to kiss Molly's palm and the red eye there, nipping at his fingers. He tugs on Molly to get him rolling too, wanting a blanket made of horny tiefling. ]
Come here, since you wanted to crash my bedtime ...
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I'm worth losing sleep for and you know it.
[ Still smiling, he captures a nipple with his mouth and slides it between the v of his twin tongue tips. ]
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You know, [ conversationally, as if he isn't grinding the ridges on his cock against Molly's smooth belly, ] if you're up for it, we can do more than this.
[ Reaching to the side of the tent he ferrets out the bottle of lube, swatting the cold side of it against Molly's asscheek. ]
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