[ 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?
[ He reaches up to cup Molly's face and draw him into a lazy heated kiss, guiding him onto his lap. ]
Facing me. Why wouldn't I want to see your pretty face, sweetheart?
[ If it weren't for the fact Fjord is mostly still dressed and unwilling to move far, this could so far pass as any normal tryst, hungry and horny on both ends. He spreads a palm over Molly's hip and roams his waist, grasping to drag him close. There's no hurry to fuck him for the sake of it, preferring the buildup of basking in each other's touch first. ]
[ Molly looks very pleased (both with himself and the situation), and slips his tongue into the next kiss. It's something so hot about being the naked one where Fjord is one tuck away from being properly dressed, and it makes him feel even naughtier.
Chuckling, he continues to kiss with his arms draped over Fjord's shoulders, hugging and leaning against him - but he has to start this and try to be a good boy, no matter how nice it was. That half-orc dick would make sure he had a good seat for some time, so he's not worried it would get soft while they are playing.
There's a little fanged smirk as he slides that cock against the cleft of his ass a few times to tease, before finally guiding it to his hole. That thick head always takes a bit of extra work to take in, and he loves the way his rim fights to stretch around it before it pops inside and starts feeding the rest of the length to him as he sinks down on it. ]
[ Fjord doesn't suppress any reaction drawn out of him these days so when Molly starts working that fat cockhead inside he earns a deep growl of approval, turning softer and breathier once it sinks past initial resistance. ]
Molly ...
[ He takes him so well, knowing exactly how to pace each inch over ridge after ridge, stretching out a little more until he hits the base, split on Fjord's throbbing cock. Molly hasn't used a toy, Fjord can tell, and he's deeply pleased for some reason. It's so incredibly good that an orcish purr stirs up to match the tiefling version and he wraps his arms around him to coax Molly down for another deep kiss, starting to rock his hips in a shallow grind, a thick crown dragging along slick walls. ]
Oh, honey. Take a ride and stretch yourself out, you're so fucking tight.
[ That growl makes him smile, sending heat and happiness through his body. The slow way he works himself down on that cock is one of his favorite things, and he barely stretched himself at all this time, wanting to be as tight as possible since they were going to draw this out. ]
Just for you...
[ The shallow rocking draws a gasp out of Mollymauk, and he steadies his hold on those shoulders before he meets the heated kiss and letting his thighs move to very slowly open himself up more. It's a little awkward to ride dick in the couch, but Molly has no shame in the way he wobbles now and then.
All sex with Fjord is so amazing to him, full of sweetness and emotion that he never expected, and to think he's going to sit on this cock without getting off until his lover decides to end the game or Molly cannot take it anymore? It adds a whole new level of fun into it for special moments.
[ It's all about Molly, steadying him at the waist so he can lean into Fjord who takes the responsibility of keeping him safely in place. He can't take his eyes off him, admiring everything from the way Molly takes him with a professionalism most people couldn't (thank you multiple porn videos) to the cuter signs that he's really enjoying himself, flutters of lashes and tension in his thighs, the grip he has on Fjord's shoulders ...
Fjord leans up to capture a kiss that comes with a nuzzling smile, curling an arm around him so he can get his fill of that soft, scarred skin against his own. The brush of his knuckles down Molly's cock is light and reverent, loosely taking him into a stroking fist. ]
[ He leans into that kiss, soft and full of all those emotions he used to be afraid of. He loves this, loves seeing Fjord so happy and enjoying it too, and the small touches make his breath stutter in how good it feels. ]
I love you too, baby. So fucking much, ah... you always make me happy.
[ Molly keeps riding for a moment, slow and sensual as he works himself looser until it becomes an easier glide over those ridges. It feels so good, and he momentarily forgets all about the game, just wanting to feel the pleasure build. ]
[ Kisses rain down on Molly's sternum, tracing the knolls with his tongue, the valleys of delicate bones. It would be so, so easy for them to find respite in each other and come just like this, delighted and in love, but it takes effort to slow the building roll of his hips and pet Molly's to soothe the urgency. ]
Easy now, breathe. Easy. [ His smile ticks up and he asks conversationally, ] What shall we watch on TV?
[ Molly blinks and then remembers what they were doing, and there's a small groan there before he laughs. Right, the game! Here he was, all caught up in the sex and forgetting why they even started. ]
You're a bastard and I love you.
[ The tiefling says in return to the question of what to watch. Molly starts moving a bit that has less with getting off and more to find a good place where that wonderful cock isn't completely pushing his buttons. (It's... not easy.) ]
I'll have to turn around if we're going to watch something... I think I can manage leaning my head back if you don't mind a horn curve against your chin.
Oh, when I said we [ raining kisses down a purple neck, ] I meant me.
[ Channel-surfing with the remote, he lands on something about mysticism and ghostly encounters, tarot and witchcraft, which seems appropriately annoying for Molly to be missing. That settled, he goes back to rocking his hips and basking under the heat of Molly in his lap, being as much of a dick as the one rutting inside those soft walls for more friction. ]
[ He grumbles at that, since now he has to really find a good resting point. The problem was that Fjord's shape always had something that laid heavy (and wonderfully) against him, like a ridge or that cockhead. After some more squirming that wasn't helping, Molly lets out an exasperated laugh and leans his head on a green shoulder instead.
Of course Fjord finds and episode of his favorite show, and combining that with the rocking makes the tiefling bite his lips to not whine. The game was on. ]
[ Fjord runs one hand up Molly's shoulder to knead the crook of his neck, the other resting on the base of his tail to do the same. He digs the heel of his palm in between the bumps, massaging out any tension, and ducks his chin to idly drag a kiss across bare skin. ]
[ Molly says softly against a pointed ear, a slight purr in there to reassure.
The neck rub is wonderful, making him sink into their hug like he's melting. The rubbing of his tail also helps with the creation of a tiefling puddle, and he 'has to' clench a bit around that cock to keep it inside while he rights himself. ]
Mmm... spoiling me works wonders about the complaining, though.
[ He gasps as Molly cinches around his cock, slow about moving but when he does he makes sure to push all his own buttons first. Little brat. It's too damn good to stop him though, so Fjord gets his own back by bringing around the hand that isn't busy fondling a tail and kneading at a pec, firm grasp and gentle fondling, thumb rolling around a nipple. ]
You know, it occurs to me that I don't pay enough attention to these girls. My mistake.
[ He ducks his head and drags his beard across Molly's collar, tongue swiping at the swell of the chest Fjord cradles. ]
[ Molly's definitely enjoying himself despite his 'complaining', and feels like he has the upper hand until Fjord starts palming his chest and playing a little with his nipple.
Between that and his words, the tiefling feels a shiver of pleasure run though him, coiling in his gut. Add tail play to that, and he's already a little more keyed up that he intended to be.
The feeling of the warm tongue and the rougher scratch of Fjord's beard over all the scars from his accident is more than lovely, and he slides his fingers into that dark hair with a sigh. ]
[ Fjord lavishes those cute little tits in long licks and smearing lips, tusks grazing around the swell all the while. He's always liked the videos where Molly has his faux-female latex on but he wouldn't change the real thing for the world, loving the way scars slide under his tongue and the heat rises to the surface in lavender blotches. Far too worked up to play their game, he growls against Molly's chest and fucks him faster, hands sliding down to grasp his hips and encourage him to move, making sure he gets the right angle where his thick cockhead rubs over Molly's prostate. They've been together so long by now that Fjord doesn't feel any shame in the determined way he plays with that gorgeous body, proud of knowing what his boyfriend likes and what can make him lose his mind.
Fjord's not going to come once, he figures he gets to enjoy this sooner the first time around. ]
[ It all feels so good, and he knows he's going to have the best hickeys later that he can peacock around and feel good about. It's a nice thrill to have those pecs treated more feminine for fun, too, and Molly feels so loved. So very loved.
Fjord starts to fuck him more seriously, however, and soon finding an angle that is amazing but tortuous in one - since he's not allowed to come. His hips move as soon as Fjord prompts them, riding him in-between whines and gasps and steadying holds at those strong shoulders. ]
Please... oh, love...
[ It takes a lot of willpower to not give in and fuck himself silly on that cock while Fjord takes him. ]
[ It's easy, so easy to let himself come as Molly rides him with such hunger. Fjord moans into the hollow of a hot throat as he tenses up and unloads waves of come in hard, bucking thrusts, grasping at Molly's hips to keep him planted right on that throbbing cock. He shudders in the aftermath, smoothing up Molly's sides in silent thanks and kissing open-mouthed all over a shoulder and neck. ]
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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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Facing me. Why wouldn't I want to see your pretty face, sweetheart?
[ If it weren't for the fact Fjord is mostly still dressed and unwilling to move far, this could so far pass as any normal tryst, hungry and horny on both ends. He spreads a palm over Molly's hip and roams his waist, grasping to drag him close. There's no hurry to fuck him for the sake of it, preferring the buildup of basking in each other's touch first. ]
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[ Molly looks very pleased (both with himself and the situation), and slips his tongue into the next kiss. It's something so hot about being the naked one where Fjord is one tuck away from being properly dressed, and it makes him feel even naughtier.
Chuckling, he continues to kiss with his arms draped over Fjord's shoulders, hugging and leaning against him - but he has to start this and try to be a good boy, no matter how nice it was. That half-orc dick would make sure he had a good seat for some time, so he's not worried it would get soft while they are playing.
There's a little fanged smirk as he slides that cock against the cleft of his ass a few times to tease, before finally guiding it to his hole. That thick head always takes a bit of extra work to take in, and he loves the way his rim fights to stretch around it before it pops inside and starts feeding the rest of the length to him as he sinks down on it. ]
Gods, yes... fuck, you always feel so good, baby.
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Molly ...
[ He takes him so well, knowing exactly how to pace each inch over ridge after ridge, stretching out a little more until he hits the base, split on Fjord's throbbing cock. Molly hasn't used a toy, Fjord can tell, and he's deeply pleased for some reason. It's so incredibly good that an orcish purr stirs up to match the tiefling version and he wraps his arms around him to coax Molly down for another deep kiss, starting to rock his hips in a shallow grind, a thick crown dragging along slick walls. ]
Oh, honey. Take a ride and stretch yourself out, you're so fucking tight.
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Just for you...
[ The shallow rocking draws a gasp out of Mollymauk, and he steadies his hold on those shoulders before he meets the heated kiss and letting his thighs move to very slowly open himself up more. It's a little awkward to ride dick in the couch, but Molly has no shame in the way he wobbles now and then.
All sex with Fjord is so amazing to him, full of sweetness and emotion that he never expected, and to think he's going to sit on this cock without getting off until his lover decides to end the game or Molly cannot take it anymore? It adds a whole new level of fun into it for special moments.
Well. It's fun right now. ]
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Fjord leans up to capture a kiss that comes with a nuzzling smile, curling an arm around him so he can get his fill of that soft, scarred skin against his own. The brush of his knuckles down Molly's cock is light and reverent, loosely taking him into a stroking fist. ]
I love you, sweetheart.
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I love you too, baby. So fucking much, ah... you always make me happy.
[ Molly keeps riding for a moment, slow and sensual as he works himself looser until it becomes an easier glide over those ridges. It feels so good, and he momentarily forgets all about the game, just wanting to feel the pleasure build. ]
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[ Kisses rain down on Molly's sternum, tracing the knolls with his tongue, the valleys of delicate bones. It would be so, so easy for them to find respite in each other and come just like this, delighted and in love, but it takes effort to slow the building roll of his hips and pet Molly's to soothe the urgency. ]
Easy now, breathe. Easy. [ His smile ticks up and he asks conversationally, ] What shall we watch on TV?
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You're a bastard and I love you.
[ The tiefling says in return to the question of what to watch. Molly starts moving a bit that has less with getting off and more to find a good place where that wonderful cock isn't completely pushing his buttons. (It's... not easy.) ]
I'll have to turn around if we're going to watch something... I think I can manage leaning my head back if you don't mind a horn curve against your chin.
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[ Channel-surfing with the remote, he lands on something about mysticism and ghostly encounters, tarot and witchcraft, which seems appropriately annoying for Molly to be missing. That settled, he goes back to rocking his hips and basking under the heat of Molly in his lap, being as much of a dick as the one rutting inside those soft walls for more friction. ]
Just get comfy, honey.
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[ He grumbles at that, since now he has to really find a good resting point. The problem was that Fjord's shape always had something that laid heavy (and wonderfully) against him, like a ridge or that cockhead. After some more squirming that wasn't helping, Molly lets out an exasperated laugh and leans his head on a green shoulder instead.
Of course Fjord finds and episode of his favorite show, and combining that with the rocking makes the tiefling bite his lips to not whine. The game was on. ]
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[ Fjord runs one hand up Molly's shoulder to knead the crook of his neck, the other resting on the base of his tail to do the same. He digs the heel of his palm in between the bumps, massaging out any tension, and ducks his chin to idly drag a kiss across bare skin. ]
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[ Molly says softly against a pointed ear, a slight purr in there to reassure.
The neck rub is wonderful, making him sink into their hug like he's melting. The rubbing of his tail also helps with the creation of a tiefling puddle, and he 'has to' clench a bit around that cock to keep it inside while he rights himself. ]
Mmm... spoiling me works wonders about the complaining, though.
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[ He gasps as Molly cinches around his cock, slow about moving but when he does he makes sure to push all his own buttons first. Little brat. It's too damn good to stop him though, so Fjord gets his own back by bringing around the hand that isn't busy fondling a tail and kneading at a pec, firm grasp and gentle fondling, thumb rolling around a nipple. ]
You know, it occurs to me that I don't pay enough attention to these girls. My mistake.
[ He ducks his head and drags his beard across Molly's collar, tongue swiping at the swell of the chest Fjord cradles. ]
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Between that and his words, the tiefling feels a shiver of pleasure run though him, coiling in his gut. Add tail play to that, and he's already a little more keyed up that he intended to be.
The feeling of the warm tongue and the rougher scratch of Fjord's beard over all the scars from his accident is more than lovely, and he slides his fingers into that dark hair with a sigh. ]
Oh, yes...
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[ Fjord lavishes those cute little tits in long licks and smearing lips, tusks grazing around the swell all the while. He's always liked the videos where Molly has his faux-female latex on but he wouldn't change the real thing for the world, loving the way scars slide under his tongue and the heat rises to the surface in lavender blotches. Far too worked up to play their game, he growls against Molly's chest and fucks him faster, hands sliding down to grasp his hips and encourage him to move, making sure he gets the right angle where his thick cockhead rubs over Molly's prostate. They've been together so long by now that Fjord doesn't feel any shame in the determined way he plays with that gorgeous body, proud of knowing what his boyfriend likes and what can make him lose his mind.
Fjord's not going to come once, he figures he gets to enjoy this sooner the first time around. ]
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Fjord starts to fuck him more seriously, however, and soon finding an angle that is amazing but tortuous in one - since he's not allowed to come. His hips move as soon as Fjord prompts them, riding him in-between whines and gasps and steadying holds at those strong shoulders. ]
Please... oh, love...
[ It takes a lot of willpower to not give in and fuck himself silly on that cock while Fjord takes him. ]
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