[ 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. ]
[ Molly happily takes his time to properly worship that chest, teasing nipples and sucking marks wherever he can. It's hot and sexy but there's such affection there that doesn't show in his raunchy work. He adores this, and wants Fjord to know how much.
The drag of that cock against him draws a happy sigh, and Molly raises his head a bit to look into Fjord's eyes. ]
Greedy.
[ He says, amused and not like he's the poster boy for it.
The tiefling steals another kiss, long and deep and full of promise. ]
If you're up for it, one day I want to fuck you.
[ Molly mumbles against a green cheek, wiggling his ass a bit for Fjord to get that lube on his fingers already. ]
We don't have to do anything, Molls, the lube ... I brought it in case.
[ That enthusiasm is catching even with his blood already up and he has his fingers sliding between pert lavender cheeks when Molly manages to surprise him. One cheek gets a squeeze by accident. ]
Me? [ His first thought is "there's too much sand" and then "we're out in the open" before he realises Molly doesn't mean now. He can refocus on sliding a finger into Molly's heat, slow and careful. ] Maybe when we get home ...
[ He's usually game whenever, unless he's having a shitty brain day or being too drunk. In addition, Fjord wants him sober when they fuck, and he can very much respect that - even when his high ass is whining for it.
This gentle petting and rubbing is lovely, and he could come this way, all full of feelings and sweetness. Fjord has expressed an interest, though, and he's quick to agree like a child being offered their favorite treat. Plus it means he gets a few fingers in him, and that's always great.
The reaction to his offer has him paying a bit more attention to Fjord's face, trying to read if he overstepped. It might not be something his boyfriend is into at all, but he'd look so gorgeous taking cock. Maybe just as pretty as Molly himself! ]
Mm... just think about it. Ah!
[ He groans as a finger slides into that heat, his body happily opening up to accept it. Fjord knew his body so well by now that it barely takes effort to make him relax and welcome the intrusion. ]
[ Being in a relationship where sex isn't a weapon or a reward is wholesome as hell and he appreciates how keen Molly is to jump on his dick Just Because, mutually loving being close to each other so that it transfers naturally into physical affection. Molly takes a single digit just fine with minimal resistance, Fjord convinced this is why the guy takes so long in the shower at times, and when the second digit comes up against faint refusal he uses his free hand to smooth over a hip and up a waist, all the way back down to a thigh; a circuit of reassurance and distraction. That's what the kisses are for too, all along Molly's jaw. ]
[ For someone whose almost entire life had been all about sex for the sake of just pleasure and money, having sex because of intimacy and feelings so strong that he just can't stand not touching Fjord is new and probably healing for Molly. He needed to be touched, his body screaming for any at all that didn't come with ulterior motives, which was why he draped all over his friends whenever possible... but Fjord brought it all to a good circle of sex with feelings and being a tactile, needy person.
Made him feel whole rather than fragments of a personality.
Those hands on him has him making happy sounds of pleasure, and Molly rocks down on those fingers, slowly fucking himself on them. ]
[ His sole goal in life where Molly is concerned is to take care of him the best way he knows how, with lots of love and laughter to drown out the darker times. That's why he snorts, ]
No, it's Nott.
[ And grins up as he curls his fingers to rub Molly right. ]
[ Molly breaks into laughter at that, a real guffaw that snaps into a groan as soon as that finger is moved and presses perfectly. It's such a weird mix of laughter and pleasure that it has him going again, giggling happily and leaning to bury it in Fjord's chest. ]
I can't believe you mentioned Nott and did that at the same time, I'm going to get a boner next time someone calls for her and it will be awkward!
[ Wheezing with laughter (What the fuck!) he sets all his attention on opening Molly up on his fingers, pressing him to take a third before long. Fjord nuzzles a tattooed cheek, dropping kisses. ]
You can come like this for me if you want, if it's too much. I just want to see you enjoying yourself, baby.
I am... I am so fucking happy, Fjord. You make me laugh while having your fingers in me, how much better can things be?
[ He smiles again, meeting a kiss hungrily as he's breached with a third finger. It draws a soft whine out of him, rocking against it at once to slowly draw it deeper inside.
Flushed and smiling, he sucks another hickey into the half-orc's neck. He's always grateful for the outs, even if he used to mistake them for disinterest. ]
I'm definitely enjoying myself, baby. Mmm... I could come like this, definitely, [ he says softly, and that's a wonderful way to have sex, something he very much enjoys in the mornings when he's sleep-soft and purring. ] ...but I'm so open and I need you to fill me with that sweet cock of yours.
[ His free hand comes up to cup Molly's face, threading through his hair as he kisses him with all the emotion warming him from the inside-out, letting a groan peel through his shaky sigh. ]
Then you can have whatever you want, sweetheart, even me.
[ He can't refuse Molly when he's so desperate to be fucked, no man in existence could exercise that sort of self-restraint. Easing his fingers free, Fjord wipes the extra slick off on his dick and grasps Molly's hips, the hard line of his erection rubbing up between cheeks and over that puffy hole. ]
[ He's a pampered brat who gets what he wants, creating that content, slightly preening look before he sits up more and reaches for that gorgeous cock. Stroking it at first, he meets Fjord's eyes as he slides it between his cheeks and leading the thick head to his hole.
He's smiling to the point of baring his fangs, tongue wetting plush lips before he slips that cockhead inside. It changes his expression immediately from smug cat to breathless lover as he whines and grasps at Fjord's shoulders to work more of it inside. It feels like it's made for him, no batter how stupidly porn-like that sounds. ]
Yes, fuck... [ Molly bottoms out and drags his fingers down Fjord's chest and up to his own navel, groaning as he can feel the tiny hint of that cock in him.
He doesn't need too much time to get used to it, and starts to slowly ride his boyfriend in their tent.]
[ God and please and Mollybabyohsweetheartyes all hold the same sentiment as he feels him sink down, similar thoughts like made for me running through his head with each inch swallowed up by impossible heat. Stretched and wet as he clings to Fjord's ridged shaft with each rise, every descent ruts a little harder to rub those soft walls raw, the thick crown clutched so tight that Fjord's lip curls back in a soundless snarl. It's all he can do to huff and grunt and not come too early. ]
There you go, I've got you ...
[ Grasping at Molly's ass to help spread him and take some of his weight, Fjord never takes his eyes off him and judges where's best to get Molly bouncing so he's happiest. It's not chiefly about getting off, there's consideration in the way Fjord invites him to take his own pleasure, to use him without guilt. ]
[ He moves slow, focusing on the amazing feeling of rising and sinking down on that cock, desperately filling himself as much as possible of Fjord each time he bottoms out.
Molly's red eyes watch his boyfriend heatedly as he rides him, not breaking eye contact aside from a few involuntary times when the glide is just too good. He's smiling, flushed and happy as he fucks himself exactly like he wants to, taking everything he can with greed and joy. ]
Yes, yes... fuck, baby you're so good to me!
[ He says, a slight hiss at the last words as he manages to lean just right for the best stretch around those ridges and pressure against his prostate. ]
I love you, I love you... Xe dajy haf, haf oyyd wa qaav...
[ Getting Molly to come before him is always a challenge to his pride and the Infernal is a rarity that fires him up all the more, sitting up to drag Molly securely on his lap and grasp those lovely thighs, palming his way around to a pert ass. Only one hand slides that way before instead slipping under the base of a tail and rubbing there, the other wrapping around Molly's cock in a mirroring hold; both are stroked in tandem as Fjord kisses him, groaning with the feeling of tight heat riding his cock. ]
[ Molly is quick to put his arms around Fjord when the half-orc sits up, kissing him desperately as he's almost overwhelmed by the touches. He's still moving, though, a little more desperate and uncoordinated as he chases his orgasm.
He whines into Fjord's neck at the sweet, mostly unknown words - since an orcish dictionary and his TTS app were not friends. It's impossible to hold back when those hands go for his cock and that small, extra soft place under his tail, and Molly gasps and clings tighter as he comes. ]
[ He digs a nail under the base of that tail as Molly comes, just to increase the stimulation, although he's much gentler about jerking him off and letting Molly ride it out, spilling all over the black happy trail down a green abdomen and thick fingers, making a mess. Fjord lets himself follow, coaxed by that tight hole rippling down over his cock and the sweet cries from his beautiful boyfriend, vision whiting out for a hot second.
When he returns to himself he has his arms wrapped around Molly and is flat on his back, cock still buried in that lovely body and a toasty purple babe splayed on top.
A dopey smile crosses his face as he groans to signal he's alive. ]
[ Molly's a little dazed, still riding that burst of pleasure that was almost fizzing through his veins. He's glad that Fjord can sometimes go twice, because otherwise he would never see the half-orc's face when he comes, always fucked so well that everything is fuzzy and all he sees is white - slowly turning to green with a focusing point of pretty gold eyes.
He gets his head together while feeling that perfect cock pulsing inside, and he makes a half-purr, half-moan of happiness and approval, following his blissed-out lover to the tent floor and making himself at home on Fjord's chest.
Molly's almost nose-to-nose with Fjord when he starts to show life signs, hair tousled and damp from sweat, a few curls plastered to his forehead and horns. That tail waves lazily above them, each little swish wiggling that ass a little bit. ]
Mmmm, hello my sweetheart ... [ Kisses mindlessly dapple whatever part of Molly he can reach as he winces in pleasure, cock aching where he's held captive. That swirling tail makes for some interesting sensations as it rolls Molly's ass around. Dazedly drifting in the afterglow, Fjord runs his hands all over Molly's bare skin, arms and sides and legs, palming the curve of his ass and higher. ] Pretty pastel baby ...
[ Nonsense burbles out in the sleepy post-coital cuddles, nuzzling a scarred neck. ]
[ 'Sweetheart' always sends happy vibes to his brain, and the lazy wag quickens a bit.
Molly laughs fondly at the babble, snuggling in and also kissing whatever green skin he can reach while trying to not stab his lover with his horns. He's purring softly, a rumble in his chest of happiness. ]
You're perfect. So good to me, so good in general...
[ He can feel the wagging of that tail quicken and it makes his smile widen, a soft snort buried in Molly's hair. Without the heat generated by banging like teenagers in their tent, the wind is picking up as it blows straight through one end to the other and Fjord makes a vague plan of action: settle Molly, close the tent, cuddle.
That involves moving, however. It's not the best plan. ]
We've got to move ...
[ He bucks his hips a little, just to make his point with Molly still sat on him. ]
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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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The drag of that cock against him draws a happy sigh, and Molly raises his head a bit to look into Fjord's eyes. ]
Greedy.
[ He says, amused and not like he's the poster boy for it.
The tiefling steals another kiss, long and deep and full of promise. ]
If you're up for it, one day I want to fuck you.
[ Molly mumbles against a green cheek, wiggling his ass a bit for Fjord to get that lube on his fingers already. ]
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[ That enthusiasm is catching even with his blood already up and he has his fingers sliding between pert lavender cheeks when Molly manages to surprise him. One cheek gets a squeeze by accident. ]
Me? [ His first thought is "there's too much sand" and then "we're out in the open" before he realises Molly doesn't mean now. He can refocus on sliding a finger into Molly's heat, slow and careful. ] Maybe when we get home ...
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[ He's usually game whenever, unless he's having a shitty brain day or being too drunk. In addition, Fjord wants him sober when they fuck, and he can very much respect that - even when his high ass is whining for it.
This gentle petting and rubbing is lovely, and he could come this way, all full of feelings and sweetness. Fjord has expressed an interest, though, and he's quick to agree like a child being offered their favorite treat. Plus it means he gets a few fingers in him, and that's always great.
The reaction to his offer has him paying a bit more attention to Fjord's face, trying to read if he overstepped. It might not be something his boyfriend is into at all, but he'd look so gorgeous taking cock. Maybe just as pretty as Molly himself! ]
Mm... just think about it. Ah!
[ He groans as a finger slides into that heat, his body happily opening up to accept it. Fjord knew his body so well by now that it barely takes effort to make him relax and welcome the intrusion. ]
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Currently thinking about something else ...
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Made him feel whole rather than fragments of a personality.
Those hands on him has him making happy sounds of pleasure, and Molly rocks down on those fingers, slowly fucking himself on them. ]
Oh? Is it me? I bet it's me.
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No, it's Nott.
[ And grins up as he curls his fingers to rub Molly right. ]
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I can't believe you mentioned Nott and did that at the same time, I'm going to get a boner next time someone calls for her and it will be awkward!
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You can come like this for me if you want, if it's too much. I just want to see you enjoying yourself, baby.
[ Always a gentle out, a reminder. ]
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[ He smiles again, meeting a kiss hungrily as he's breached with a third finger. It draws a soft whine out of him, rocking against it at once to slowly draw it deeper inside.
Flushed and smiling, he sucks another hickey into the half-orc's neck. He's always grateful for the outs, even if he used to mistake them for disinterest. ]
I'm definitely enjoying myself, baby. Mmm... I could come like this, definitely, [ he says softly, and that's a wonderful way to have sex, something he very much enjoys in the mornings when he's sleep-soft and purring. ] ...but I'm so open and I need you to fill me with that sweet cock of yours.
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Then you can have whatever you want, sweetheart, even me.
[ He can't refuse Molly when he's so desperate to be fucked, no man in existence could exercise that sort of self-restraint. Easing his fingers free, Fjord wipes the extra slick off on his dick and grasps Molly's hips, the hard line of his erection rubbing up between cheeks and over that puffy hole. ]
Put me inside you.
[ He likes to watch. ]
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[ He's a pampered brat who gets what he wants, creating that content, slightly preening look before he sits up more and reaches for that gorgeous cock. Stroking it at first, he meets Fjord's eyes as he slides it between his cheeks and leading the thick head to his hole.
He's smiling to the point of baring his fangs, tongue wetting plush lips before he slips that cockhead inside. It changes his expression immediately from smug cat to breathless lover as he whines and grasps at Fjord's shoulders to work more of it inside. It feels like it's made for him, no batter how stupidly porn-like that sounds. ]
Yes, fuck... [ Molly bottoms out and drags his fingers down Fjord's chest and up to his own navel, groaning as he can feel the tiny hint of that cock in him.
He doesn't need too much time to get used to it, and starts to slowly ride his boyfriend in their tent.]
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There you go, I've got you ...
[ Grasping at Molly's ass to help spread him and take some of his weight, Fjord never takes his eyes off him and judges where's best to get Molly bouncing so he's happiest. It's not chiefly about getting off, there's consideration in the way Fjord invites him to take his own pleasure, to use him without guilt. ]
Go on, baby, you deserve it.
[ He doesn't recognise his own voice. ]
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Molly's red eyes watch his boyfriend heatedly as he rides him, not breaking eye contact aside from a few involuntary times when the glide is just too good. He's smiling, flushed and happy as he fucks himself exactly like he wants to, taking everything he can with greed and joy. ]
Yes, yes... fuck, baby you're so good to me!
[ He says, a slight hiss at the last words as he manages to lean just right for the best stretch around those ridges and pressure against his prostate. ]
I love you, I love you... Xe dajy haf, haf oyyd wa qaav...
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Jiak deukire lat, faushnu ...
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He whines into Fjord's neck at the sweet, mostly unknown words - since an orcish dictionary and his TTS app were not friends. It's impossible to hold back when those hands go for his cock and that small, extra soft place under his tail, and Molly gasps and clings tighter as he comes. ]
Yes, yes, yes, yes!
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When he returns to himself he has his arms wrapped around Molly and is flat on his back, cock still buried in that lovely body and a toasty purple babe splayed on top.
A dopey smile crosses his face as he groans to signal he's alive. ]
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He gets his head together while feeling that perfect cock pulsing inside, and he makes a half-purr, half-moan of happiness and approval, following his blissed-out lover to the tent floor and making himself at home on Fjord's chest.
Molly's almost nose-to-nose with Fjord when he starts to show life signs, hair tousled and damp from sweat, a few curls plastered to his forehead and horns. That tail waves lazily above them, each little swish wiggling that ass a little bit. ]
Hello.
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[ Nonsense burbles out in the sleepy post-coital cuddles, nuzzling a scarred neck. ]
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Molly laughs fondly at the babble, snuggling in and also kissing whatever green skin he can reach while trying to not stab his lover with his horns. He's purring softly, a rumble in his chest of happiness. ]
You're perfect. So good to me, so good in general...
[ Tent sex really is their jam, isn't it? ]
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[ He can feel the wagging of that tail quicken and it makes his smile widen, a soft snort buried in Molly's hair. Without the heat generated by banging like teenagers in their tent, the wind is picking up as it blows straight through one end to the other and Fjord makes a vague plan of action: settle Molly, close the tent, cuddle.
That involves moving, however. It's not the best plan. ]
We've got to move ...
[ He bucks his hips a little, just to make his point with Molly still sat on him. ]
You know I'll stay hard if you stay there, Molls.
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