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[devilstongue]

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[halforc]

When I woke up with a monster stabbing me awake in my own bed.

[ And every other time Uk'otoa has made him awaken with some form of agony, it built up into a reasonable fear. His hand pats Molly's on his shoulder, trying to find the right words. ]

I don't like the pain. It always hurts ... when he's involved.

[devilstongue]

I'm sorry.

[ He really is. It's been a year and his people are more damaged in some ways and better in others. It was time to really make sure he's up to date with things. ]

Fuck him, right? You got yourself a sugarmama who loves you.

[halforc]

[ That makes him crack a smile, chuckling as he leans back into Molly and tips up his chin up for a kiss. ]

Sure do. [ On the come-down of adrenaline, he adds, ] And I've got you, right?

[devilstongue]

[ He meets that kiss with a smile and then places one on Fjord's forehead as well. ]

Yeah, you got me. [ All of them, really, but he knows what Fjord means and isn't going to say that. Not right now. ]

I was hoping you'd spar with me, hence my need to get a rise out of you.

[halforc]

[ It feels so ... nice. He's never had anything like this before, not with someone who wanted him for who he is. The kisses settle something light and happy in his chest. ]

We can spar, just let me get dressed properly first. Your sticks are a little sharper than I'd like to feel without my armour.

[ But first: more kisses as he slides a hand into Molly's hair, a little moony over getting to be freely affectionate. ]

[devilstongue]

[ It is nice, which is what's scaring Molly a bit. He's worried he'll mess this up. ]

I'll try to not push my stick into you without asking first.

[ He says with a little wink, before he's brought into another of those nice kisses that make his chest flutter with affection and nervousness. He kisses back with a content hum, leaning into the touch at his hair and deepening the next kiss a bit with a swipe of his tongue. ]

Don't go easy on me.

[halforc]

[ Rubbing circles up a scalp until he meets the root of a horn, he grins into the kisses and finishes off a particularly deep one, savouring Molly's morning flavour before replying. His voice drops suggestively. ]

When have I ever, Mister Tealeaf?

[devilstongue]

[ Oh, fuck. Right. He showed Fjord his weaknesses yesterday. Molly makes a small gasp as he's kissed deeper and those horn bases are circled. The half-orc caught on far too quickly, the thinks with a laugh. ]

True, you certainly did not disappoint last night.

[halforc]

[ Catches on quick and is keen to prove it. He turns to kiss Molly thoroughly with a hungry groan, kneading that weak spot over and over as he leans into him, fancy fresh clothes and all. ]

Did you want to spar downstairs in the courtyard or right here?

[devilstongue]

That depends on how quickly you can get me out of these clothes.

[ He replies with a devilish grin, breathless from the horn-rubbing. Why was he fully dressed again?? What a waste. ]

We could have both. Fighting and fucking afterwards.

[halforc]

[ Fjord spends a moment toying with Molly, running a hand up a striped thigh to give a squeeze ... Then he leans away and gives him a playful push back to the bed, getting to his feet.

Hands on cocked hips, he smiles down. ]

Fighting and fucking, in that order. Just as you please, Molly.

[devilstongue]

Atta boy.

[ He laughs, rolling over and then out of the bed in a smooth movement. Molly was all ready for a spar, after all, and what nicer way to fuck than when you're all full of adrenaline? Maybe he could suck Fjord's cock again, that had been wonderful.

Damn, now he has to think about zombies for a moment to get that semi away. ]

[halforc]

[ He passes by Molly with a smack to his ass, taking his armour off the dresser. ]

Get out of here before I can't keep my hands off you, I have to get dressed.

[ It's too difficult with Molly around!! ]

[devilstongue]

Aye-aye captain~!

[ With that, he gives a theatrical bow and hurries out the door and towards the courtyard. Molly's been doing his best to spar with everyone as often has he can, both since Beau keeps hounding him to do so and to learn more about his weird blood abilities.

Fjord being the one with both magic and swords was a good partner to pick, so he limbers up again, bouncing a bit on his feet and taking off his beloved but tattered coat. ]

[halforc]

[ Without Molly around Fjord gets a lot done in a short amount of time, carrying his cloak with him to dump over a chair downstairs for whenever the party leaves. He finds Molly outside and his smile kicks up a notch, circling him at a stroll. ]

Since you're so eager to touch me one way or another, you can go first.

[ Flirting to try and throw him off. ]

[devilstongue]

Oh, darling. So generous.

[ He winks back and then starts calmly walking towards Fjord. A few more steps in he throws himself to the side, flips and drags his scimitars across the back of his neck. One flares up with frost and one with radiant light, and then Molly immediately goes in for a swing. ]

[halforc]

[ His sword is summoned with a flash of snow, gleaming with blue light along its former cracks. Fjord shakes his head at Molly, tsking as he parries the first blow. ]

No spells, just swords? We have to go out later, remember.

[devilstongue]

You have a magic holy sword, I've just evening the odds!

[ His new scimitars are nice and a little bit magic, but Fjord's is some kind of fancy artifact and he doesn't want to break them quite yet. So rites it is.

Moving back, tail swishing and a grin on his face, he waits for Fjord to advance this time. ]

[halforc]

[ He swings the Star Razor in a wide arc at his side, comfortable with it despite its size; maybe because of it. His eyes never leave Molly's face. ]

You need to work on using those.

[ Two attacks with all he has, that's what Molly can look forward to as Fjord sweeps in. ]

[devilstongue]

[ The first swing is parried and the other ducked, and it feels really good to be moving again, making quick decisions and and quicker movements. Fjord has better reach than Molly and more power in his swing, but the tiefling's dual-wielding makes up for some of that as he doesn't have to pull back for the next slice and instead whirls through both in smooth succession.

It might just be a spar and he wasn't aiming to cut anything, but it still got the blood pumping. ]

[halforc]

[ Molly gets plenty of targets to aim for, the swiftness Fjord moves with a product of those Paladin muscles that were holding down the tiefling the night before. He winks over a furious clash of blades, kicking out for Molly's middle in a dirty move. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Footfalls and metal clangs are mixed with heavy breaths as they fight, and it is going fairly well until Molly's kicked in the gut and staggers back. Immediately throwing his scimitars up to block any sword swing that would follow up that kick (he's definitely getting you back for that later, Fjord), he then makes sure to put space between them again. ]

You're really good with that big, heavy thing, Fjord. Such girth on that shaft, I'm sure it'll split a man in two.

[ He twirls his scimitars in his hands, amused. ]

It must be so hard in your hand, appearing when you think about getting me all sweaty for you.

[halforc]

[ The bastard. Fjord takes a deep breath to steady and centre himself, finding peace out of reach. It's unfair tactics! ]

If you stop dancing around so much, I'll let you measure it for yourself.

[ He aims a piercing strike between Molly's feet to dig the tip of the Star Razor into the dirt as an anchor, the shaft of the gleaming blade inches below his groin and a green grasp holding the handle steady a foot away. ]

Oh, look. It barely fits.

[devilstongue]

[ All is fair in love and war, Fjord! He uses that wicked tongue in his enemies as well, but he doesn't stroke their hot blood in the nice way.

Molly tries to parry the Star Razor as it comes down, but he eases off once it hits the ground and balances so precariously. He moves up a bit, just so that it slides in between his thighs, which is decidedly not what you do with enemies. ]

Mhm... so big for me, darling.

[halforc]

[ His grin crinkles the corners of his eyes as he keeps the sword still, not wanting Molly to get hurt because they were distracted. And they are, rapidly. He leans in for a kiss but uses his height to keep one out of range, as if thinking about it. ]

Careful, a big old weapon like mine might split you in two. Imagine, not being able to feel anything but my sword inside you, so big that it's everywhere you move ...

[ Sparring this is not. ]