[ 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. ]
[ He loves the way Fjord comes, the sounds and the lovely face he gets to see when it tips into ecstasy. Plus that come making him a wet, wonderful mess in that lap - but it's mixed with sweet torture as he's not 'allowed' to follow, whining into the kisses and body quivering in Fjord's arms. ]
Ah... fuck, you're so hot when you come. Cheating.
[ Molly can't help the bit of sass, even as he holds on to his boyfriend's shirt so tightly that it makes his knuckles pink. He squirms again, panting against Fjord's neck as he tries to stop automatically moving his hips. ]
[ Fjord grasps Molly's hips so he can't worm his way into the exact position he needs, pushing him up until he's barely taking the thick crown. It's cold as hell without that heat around his still-hard shaft but Fjord is all for tormenting Molly if it makes him beg and yowl, it's his favourite damn hobby these days. ]
Calm down, sweetheart, not yet ...
[ His grip eases a little, letting Molly take him back into the tight clutch of his body if he's good and patient. ]
Be a good boy and keep me warm, like you promised to.
[ Molly whines into Fjord's mouth, silencing himself into a kiss in a useless attempt to hide how bad it is. His body is a shaky mess, so desperately on the edge, and he has to repeat 'good boy' under his breath as he tries to stop squirming. He feels so empty without his boyfriend sheated deep inside, and it's only adding to the speechless quivers.
Clinging to Fjord, the tiefling slowly sinks down again, that near-scotching heat and tightness enveloping Fjord once more, filling him and making him both more at ease and desperate in one. There are a few half-aborted rolls of his hips before Molly finally, finally seems to calm to the point where he can speak. ]
[ Praise drips from him freely, kisses spanning all the way down Molly's neck and back up again to find his mouth, cupping his head as he starts to trust him not to try and come. He brushes through his hair, cock rutting up shallowly to now and then rub over Molly's sweet spot. Fjord knows exactly what he's doing as he leans back, getting comfortable on the couch. ]
Come here, love, give me a hug. Oh, you're being so good, I can feel how much you want to come. Good boy, Molls. I'm so proud of you.
[ Every word spoken by Fjord is like velvet to his ears right now, the praise keeping him together and destroying him at the same time. Molly wraps his arms around his boyfriend again, another whine breaking from his lips as that cock moves slightly in him, pressing so well in places that draws his breath away.
He feels so good, and also really terrible at the same time, body protesting the edging and teasing while his mind is quieting and smiles bloom from hearing how proud Fjord is.
Either the half-orc was a natural or he had read some articles. Either way, Molly's a wreck and living for it. ]
...mm...love you. So good at this... fuck, ah...
[ He has to bite his lip to not let out a sob of frustration. ]
[ The thing he loves about Molly most of all (aside from everything, sappily enough) is how easily he reads Fjord whenever they are intimate, drawing him into pleasure no matter what shenanigans they get up to. It's a sentiment he hopes is returned with the same level of deep unshakeable trust, because there's always a limit even if it doesn't come a safeword. Fjord calls it for them today, cradling Molly's head as he kisses him with every fervent ounce of love blistering in the blacks of his closed eyes.
Fjord starts to build a tempo with his thrusts, giving Molly more than he said he would. ]
You've done so well for me, this was a great first go. You can enjoy yourself now, love, you can ride it the way you want, it's okay ...
[ The thrusts pick up again and Molly cries out, nails digging into Fjord's shirt as he, at first, tries to continue to be good. Then those sweet words of praise and promise reach his ears and the tiefling swears in infernal before desperately starting to chase his pleasure.
He fills himself with as much of his lover as possible at each roll of his hips, only needing a few more as well as that permission to come hard in that lap, lashes wet with tears of both frustration and bliss.
Molly only sees white for a while after that, slumped on Fjord's chest like he no longer has any connection to his body.
[ His second orgasm is considerably dryer albeit full of just as much wracking bliss all through his system. He clings to him and smooths over Molly's back, up and down, grasping at his hair and ass until they both lose the tension and sink backwards into the couch. Fjord pants harshly against a lavender shoulder, soft moans melting into his boyfriend's skin. ]
Hey ...
[ It's peaceful, basking in the afterglow together through a semi-successful attempt at kinkplay. ]
[ Molly mouths a kiss on the counterpart shoulder, smiling against that green skin and purring very faintly. (Too fucked out that his happy sound is too weak to come out fully!) ]
Hey...
[ He mumbles back, still a little shaky but just radiating satisfaction and happiness in that lap, no matter the tears a few moments earlier. ]
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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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Gods ...
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Ah... fuck, you're so hot when you come. Cheating.
[ Molly can't help the bit of sass, even as he holds on to his boyfriend's shirt so tightly that it makes his knuckles pink. He squirms again, panting against Fjord's neck as he tries to stop automatically moving his hips. ]
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Calm down, sweetheart, not yet ...
[ His grip eases a little, letting Molly take him back into the tight clutch of his body if he's good and patient. ]
Be a good boy and keep me warm, like you promised to.
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Clinging to Fjord, the tiefling slowly sinks down again, that near-scotching heat and tightness enveloping Fjord once more, filling him and making him both more at ease and desperate in one. There are a few half-aborted rolls of his hips before Molly finally, finally seems to calm to the point where he can speak. ]
Please... baby, gods... I'll be good.
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[ Praise drips from him freely, kisses spanning all the way down Molly's neck and back up again to find his mouth, cupping his head as he starts to trust him not to try and come. He brushes through his hair, cock rutting up shallowly to now and then rub over Molly's sweet spot. Fjord knows exactly what he's doing as he leans back, getting comfortable on the couch. ]
Come here, love, give me a hug. Oh, you're being so good, I can feel how much you want to come. Good boy, Molls. I'm so proud of you.
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He feels so good, and also really terrible at the same time, body protesting the edging and teasing while his mind is quieting and smiles bloom from hearing how proud Fjord is.
Either the half-orc was a natural or he had read some articles. Either way, Molly's a wreck and living for it. ]
...mm...love you. So good at this... fuck, ah...
[ He has to bite his lip to not let out a sob of frustration. ]
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Fjord starts to build a tempo with his thrusts, giving Molly more than he said he would. ]
You've done so well for me, this was a great first go. You can enjoy yourself now, love, you can ride it the way you want, it's okay ...
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He fills himself with as much of his lover as possible at each roll of his hips, only needing a few more as well as that permission to come hard in that lap, lashes wet with tears of both frustration and bliss.
Molly only sees white for a while after that, slumped on Fjord's chest like he no longer has any connection to his body.
For once, that waggling tongue is quiet. ]
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Hey ...
[ It's peaceful, basking in the afterglow together through a semi-successful attempt at kinkplay. ]
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Hey...
[ He mumbles back, still a little shaky but just radiating satisfaction and happiness in that lap, no matter the tears a few moments earlier. ]
You are surprisingly good at this.
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