[ He finishes fairly quickly when he recognizes a shitty word and removes the comment with a warning. Molly closes the laptop and puts it on the coffee table, looking up just in time to see a giant eye on the TV.
He jumps back a bit and wraps his tail around Fjord's leg a little harder than intended. ]
[ He catches Molly in his arms as he startles, a (manly) squeak leaving him as Molly grabs onto his leg with his tail. He pets it and then his boyfriend's side to calm him down. ]
It's monster-y cryptid stuff, we don't have to watch. Change the channel, honey.
No, no! I was just really surprised. What the fuck was that eye...?
[ He snuggles in next to Fjord, a little amused at the neckline method of dealing with it. Molly was more of a ghost movie fan, so it wasn't the horror factor that threw him off as much as the yellow, slitted eye covering the whole screen. ]
Dunno, I changed the channel and there it was. Bunch of other weird creatures on this show too, but that's the creepiest.
[ With his jumper pulled over his nose he turns away and buries his face in Molly's shoulder, nuzzling at his lovely scented hair and turning into a halforc-halfbear with his hugs. ]
[ He didn't expect that! Choking on a laugh, he starts playfully wrestling Molly to try and touch as much of him as possible; including with tickling fingers. ]
Are you sure you want to take those pants off, babe?
Molly squeaks at the tickling, wriggling around as he's so evilly attacked when trying to help!
Tail whipping, he laughs and places kisses where he can reach, ending up wrestling back the best he can, using the fact that he's more agile to slip away from Fjord's stronger grips.
[ Yells are poked out of him and he goes for his only option left, namely blowing raspberries on whatever part of Molly he can get his mouth on. His neck, his chest, his belly! All fair game!! ]
[ Molly retorts, a serious threat from someone who refuses to sleep with even a hint of underwear on.
Then his laughter turns into a squeak at the 'attack'. Oh no, he's fighting unfairly! His belly vibrates from the air blown and the tiefling tries to get Fjord back just as 'badly'.
[ The couch isn't made for two full-grown idiots using it as a warzone and he plants a hand on the floor when he slips off, braced there with an adrenaline-wheezed grin. ]
Stop, stop, stop! I'm about to die, don't Mufasa me!
[ Molly snorts at that, crawling his hands over Fjord. Making sure his boyfriend isn't going to hit his head on anything, he then leans in as close as possible to his ear. ]
[ Molly grins, looking very pleased with his betrayal. He would argue that the lady upstairs was already holding that title, but then Fjord starts tracing his tail, running fingers over the taller vertebrae making the knolls at the base. ]
Mmm... oh no~
[ He smirks like the spoiled brat he is, leaning down for a kiss. ]
[ He brings up a finger to Molly's lips, stopping that kiss in his tracks. Fjord's mischievous grin remains as he returns to drop on the sofa with a sigh, spreading his legs wide and patting his lap as he gets comfortable, taking up most of the available room.
He locks eyes meaningfully with Molly and defies his own blush by boldly stating, ]
[ He rubs circles around the base of a horn, petting his happy boyfriend. Molly being cheerfully surprised is the best reward for Fjord's foray into newfound honesty, especially about sex. It's all because of Molly he feels so comfortable with that stuff these days anyway. ]
We're going to have rules, if you're down with them. You have to work yourself up in another room and when I'm ready I'll call you in here. Once you're sitting on me, you can move as much as you want but never enough to make either of us come, and if you're bad [ with Fjord's version of a 'stern' look, ] you'll forfeit kisses for an hour.
You can bring some snacks and a drink to put nearby and have your phone too, but nothing takes precedence over your job unless you say your safe-word.
[ Oh, this was getting more and more interesting! There's a slight purr as he's petted, but his red eyes are focused as Fjord lays down the rules. It all sounded wonderful, and the 'threat' of no kisses for an hour was an acceptable punishment for the half-orc's first dip into sex games with him. ]
Oh, I like this. You want me all shaky with need and trying to be good. A difficult task!
[ Really, he's such a brat. ]
I'm so into this, honey. My safeword is scimitar. It's weird enough to not be something you bring to bed.
[ Oooh, that was a nice thrill in his blood at that promise. The question of when it would be good to try it brings a laugh from Molly, leaning up for a kiss. ]
You brought up the rules and everything, so I'm thinking now. Unless you want to torture me for hours with just the knowledge of it!
[ His gaze softens on Molly as he shakes his head, loving how enthused he is. A small, self-conscious part of Fjord still worries about opening up but Molly is a balm to those fear every time. ]
Alright, you go have fun in the bedroom then. What snacks would you like on the couch in case you need them?
[ They'll play the game but Fjord will do it with every safety net possible. ]
[ Molly throws his arms around Fjord and kisses him again, really excited - like this was his idea rather than his boyfriend's. Another kiss, and then he gets off the couch, picking up his discarded shirt. ]
Hmm... water bottle, popcorn and strawberry lemonade.
[ Fjord gets another kiss. ]
I'll get the lube and the wipes!
[ Grinning, he immediately heads to their bedroom, already fighting with his too-tight pants to get out of them as quickly as possible. ]
[ The happy kisses are so cute that he almost doesn't snort at Molly charging around. ]
I'm not going to scream like you, you'll have to listen for it.
[ All the necessary snacks are brought to the other side of the couch, including Molly's phone charger, before Fjord gets comfortable and paws the front of his pants, head tipped back on the couch. ]

Throw me the wipes and all that before you vanish to play with yourself!
[ Molly saunters out again, completely nude and with a half-chub already, and delivers the goods. ]
I am so in love with you.
[ He says casually, before smiling and leaning down for a long, deep kiss. ]
To get you going~!
[ Wandering off just as quickly, he hops on the bed again to stroke himself, not here to make it last but to get himself hard before he starts opening himself up. As usual, he doesn't have much of a filter of how good it feels, but he's definitely hamming it up a little more than that so Fjord can hear. ]
[ Oh, that sight helps, as does the kiss that leaves him with the start of a moan in his throat. His gaze rakes over Molly as he leaves and Fjord shoves his pants down to his knees, starting to feel that burn in his blood for the touch of his mate. He opens his phone to a silenced video of Molly (audio is kindly provided from the other room) and gets hard to the sight of him fingering himself open, hot red eyes batting over a shoulder; Fjord is more focused on how well that pretty ass takes those fingers, letting a series of groans out at the memory of being inside. His wet fist is a poor substitute but the ridges on his shaft appreciate the slickness, thickening until he's throbbing in his own fist, precome smearing down with his thumb.
He switches off the video and sits up a little, trying to look more nonchalant than he feels with a solid handful of his own dick in their well-lit living room. After a glance at the supplies ensconced behind a pillow nearby, he clears his throat to call out in a lower, rougher voice than usual. ]
[ Molly rides his fingers with Fjord's name on his lips, pressing in deep and sharply drawing in air when he finds a good spot. Unlike his other private moments, he avoids it instead - wanting to get himself ready for that cock and not draw himself too close.
The half-orc's little groans are wonderful, and he whines in response, slipping another finger inside himself and rocking against it with little 'ah's repeating like a mantra. Molly's so curious to play this game - something he had no idea who would win.
When he hears his boyfriend call him back, Molly slides his fingers out and wipes his hand from lube before he walks into the living room. Hair tousled and cheeks a little purpler, his hard cock bobs a bit when he walks over to slide into Fjord's lap. He looks hungry, red eyes wandering over that familiar, wonderful body. ]
Mmm... do you want me like this or with my back to you?
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He jumps back a bit and wraps his tail around Fjord's leg a little harder than intended. ]
Holy shit!
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It's monster-y cryptid stuff, we don't have to watch. Change the channel, honey.
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[ He snuggles in next to Fjord, a little amused at the neckline method of dealing with it. Molly was more of a ghost movie fan, so it wasn't the horror factor that threw him off as much as the yellow, slitted eye covering the whole screen. ]
What's it called?
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[ With his jumper pulled over his nose he turns away and buries his face in Molly's shoulder, nuzzling at his lovely scented hair and turning into a halforc-halfbear with his hugs. ]
Save me with your sexiness!
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[ Molly laughs at that and shucks off his shirt so Fjord can lean on his chest. ]
Sexy enough, or should I take my pants off, too?
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Are you sure you want to take those pants off, babe?
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Tail whipping, he laughs and places kisses where he can reach, ending up wrestling back the best he can, using the fact that he's more agile to slip away from Fjord's stronger grips.
I'm so not taking anything off for you again!
[ He laughs, starting to tickle back. ]
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[ Yells are poked out of him and he goes for his only option left, namely blowing raspberries on whatever part of Molly he can get his mouth on. His neck, his chest, his belly! All fair game!! ]
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[ Molly retorts, a serious threat from someone who refuses to sleep with even a hint of underwear on.
Then his laughter turns into a squeak at the 'attack'. Oh no, he's fighting unfairly! His belly vibrates from the air blown and the tiefling tries to get Fjord back just as 'badly'.
Children. ]
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Stop, stop, stop! I'm about to die, don't Mufasa me!
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Long may I reign.
[ Then he gently pushes. ]
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You're the most untrustworthy person in his entire building, do you know that?
[ Fjord gets to his knees, reaching around to trace the bumps up that tail, all the way up toward the base. It is time. ]
Wouldn't be so cheeky if I were you, pretty boy.
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Mmm... oh no~
[ He smirks like the spoiled brat he is, leaning down for a kiss. ]
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[ He brings up a finger to Molly's lips, stopping that kiss in his tracks. Fjord's mischievous grin remains as he returns to drop on the sofa with a sigh, spreading his legs wide and patting his lap as he gets comfortable, taking up most of the available room.
He locks eyes meaningfully with Molly and defies his own blush by boldly stating, ]
Cockwarming.
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Oooh...
[ He crawls over Fjord, leaning his head in the half-orc's lap. Sweetly at first, of course. ]
You have fun ideas today, baby.
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We're going to have rules, if you're down with them. You have to work yourself up in another room and when I'm ready I'll call you in here. Once you're sitting on me, you can move as much as you want but never enough to make either of us come, and if you're bad [ with Fjord's version of a 'stern' look, ] you'll forfeit kisses for an hour.
You can bring some snacks and a drink to put nearby and have your phone too, but nothing takes precedence over your job unless you say your safe-word.
Okay, sweetheart?
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Oh, I like this. You want me all shaky with need and trying to be good. A difficult task!
[ Really, he's such a brat. ]
I'm so into this, honey. My safeword is scimitar. It's weird enough to not be something you bring to bed.
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[ He'll see to that. Leaning down for a kiss, he ruffles his hair.
'Scimitar', got it. ]
Today good or some other time?
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You brought up the rules and everything, so I'm thinking now. Unless you want to torture me for hours with just the knowledge of it!
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Alright, you go have fun in the bedroom then. What snacks would you like on the couch in case you need them?
[ They'll play the game but Fjord will do it with every safety net possible. ]
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Hmm... water bottle, popcorn and strawberry lemonade.
[ Fjord gets another kiss. ]
I'll get the lube and the wipes!
[ Grinning, he immediately heads to their bedroom, already fighting with his too-tight pants to get out of them as quickly as possible. ]
I wanna hear you get hard, too!
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I'm not going to scream like you, you'll have to listen for it.
[ All the necessary snacks are brought to the other side of the couch, including Molly's phone charger, before Fjord gets comfortable and paws the front of his pants, head tipped back on the couch. ]

Throw me the wipes and all that before you vanish to play with yourself!
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I am so in love with you.
[ He says casually, before smiling and leaning down for a long, deep kiss. ]
To get you going~!
[ Wandering off just as quickly, he hops on the bed again to stroke himself, not here to make it last but to get himself hard before he starts opening himself up. As usual, he doesn't have much of a filter of how good it feels, but he's definitely hamming it up a little more than that so Fjord can hear. ]
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He switches off the video and sits up a little, trying to look more nonchalant than he feels with a solid handful of his own dick in their well-lit living room. After a glance at the supplies ensconced behind a pillow nearby, he clears his throat to call out in a lower, rougher voice than usual. ]
Come on in, baby.
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The half-orc's little groans are wonderful, and he whines in response, slipping another finger inside himself and rocking against it with little 'ah's repeating like a mantra. Molly's so curious to play this game - something he had no idea who would win.
When he hears his boyfriend call him back, Molly slides his fingers out and wipes his hand from lube before he walks into the living room. Hair tousled and cheeks a little purpler, his hard cock bobs a bit when he walks over to slide into Fjord's lap. He looks hungry, red eyes wandering over that familiar, wonderful body. ]
Mmm... do you want me like this or with my back to you?
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