[ Thank fuck that Yasha isn't the type to be direct about personal relationships because Fjord thinks he might have died if she had given them both a talking to. In the wake of everyone else heading off, well-fed and in good spirits, he's left with Molly at the decimated table of crockery, alone for the first time since the afternoon.
He steals some of the leftover bread, munching for something to do. Aside from being patient, which he's sure he usually is. Isn't he? Hmm. ]
[ Molly stares after Yasha with a mildly shocked look and then down to Fjord. He quickly tries to look like he's busy moving around an empty wine bottle so that the half-orc doesn't see the slightly panicked flush on his face. ]
Wonderful. One of the best ones in a long time. It was nice... to see everyone having fun.
[ Getting a bit of a hold on himself (dammit, Yasha!) he puts the bottle down with a sigh before he moves closer. Molly reaches to wrap his arms around Fjord, leaning in and trying to coax a kiss from those lovely lips. ]
Take me to bed, Fjord. Let me show you how good of a day I've had.
[ There's something weirdly twitchy about Molly ... which Fjord forgets the instant he has Molly's arms around his neck and lips on his own, leaning up to give him what he wants. ]
Oh, yes. Okay.
[ Pleasantly surprised not to have to ask, he rises from the table and slips a hand into Molly's to lead him out. His stomach shouldn't feel so light and fluttery after that much food but it does, ears burning a darker green as he passes a restless thumb over purple knuckles. ]
Your room or mine?
[ Not that it matters to him, it might to Molly. Fjord just focuses on holding his hand and not tripping on his face up the stairs. ]
[ He decides, rebuilding his panache after Yasha's whisper. The eagerness of Fjord is helpful as well, and Molly's both soothed and excited by that thumb over his knuckles. A simple gesture but so soft that it makes his heart flip yet again.
They get up the stairs and to his room without any problems, and Molly grins at the half-orc as soon as they are inside. Crashing into those arms, he kisses the other man with a hunger that is nothing like the one one he had for noodles earlier. He's wanted this all day, like an addiction that only became worse with every tease, with every look. The sparring, the underwater makeout... Molly wants so strongly that it is all he can think about even through the near food coma and the mild drunkenness. ]
[ Molly is scooped up in those arms and twirled around with the motion of it, each kiss met with the same hunger that has been boiling up inside him all day and made worse by that damn dress. It's been almost worse seeing him in the thing than out of it in the ocean and he makes short work of the belt, yanking it away so that Fjord can run his hands up a warm, soft chest and brush the damnable thing right off the shoulders its been riding since this afternoon, cotton landing on the floor with a whumph.
He only glances down when the heated kissing parts for a much-needed breath, heartbeat drumming in his ears and hands skimming down Molly's arms as Fjord gladly takes in the sight of him. ]
[ The belt is tossed away and Molly couldn't care less where, because Fjord has his hands on him, calloused palms wandering over his warm skin and the supple muscle underneath. The dress falls easily off his shoulders and down his hips, pooling around his feet as the kisses draws Molly's breath away with each meeting of lips and slides of their tongues.
When they break apart for a moment, Mollymauk looks awfully pleased with himself as Fjord takes him in. All those tattoos are on display on his skin, but the bright colors are joined with what looks like very lovely lace panties. Thin and delicate and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination since the poor fabric is already tenting a bit. ]
[ Fjord blinks in surprise, then hooks a finger in those sinful panties and drags Molly in by them. ]
When did you buy these?
[ He was so sure he kept an eye on him today ... mostly. But which shops even sold those! Impossible to figure that out when he can't stop his fingers sliding over the lace and palming the outline of a cock, stroking the thin fabric along Molly's shaft to fire him up. He looks absolutely edible and Fjord is offended. ]
[ Molly laughs, but it is quickly turned into a sigh of pleasure as Fjord palms him like that. He's quick to fully harden under that touch, spurred on by desire and the delicious feeling of the fabric rubbing against him and leaving a little wet spot in the front. ]
Mm... you'd be surprised what you can get delivered if you stick the right amount of gold in someone's hands.
[ He says, looking so proud of himself before he gently tugs that beard a bit so that he can kiss Fjord again. His tail comes to gently curl around one green ankle, steadying himself. He wasn't sure if Fjord would be into it, but it seems he definitely was. ]
I own a lot of pretty things, Fjord. Sometimes I like looking extra special.
[ Huffing in mock-exasperation he kisses him hard, grasping that lacy ass in both hands as he rocks in and gives Molly something to grind up on. The bed isn't far, easy enough to stumble over to in his reluctance to stop grasping everywhere the lace covers. ]
Oh, I am quite aware of that. However, even a diamond is shown off better in a nice setting.
[ Molly croons, immediately and shamelessly seeking friction when they are pushed together. He laughs as they stumble, trying to help Fjord towards the bed... but the touching has him a little distracted. ]
Gods, Fjord. I've been hot for you since this morning. get on the bed so I can suck your cock.
[ Laughs bubble up into the ardent kisses and he finally manages to pull away long enough to sit on the edge of the bed, his hold on Molly's hand pulling him in. The look in Fjord's eyes is heated, slitted pupils dilated with desire as he pushes his face against that abdomen and messily licks his way down to the band of lace, sucking the fabric into his teeth and deliberately catching it on a tusk to shred a little. With his palms sweeping up Molly's legs, he dares him to complain with a look. ]
Are you sure you want to get on your knees now or can I keep playing with my present?
[ The way Fjord looks is just... gods, he's so lovely. Handsome and kind and a bit of an ass, quick to challenge and eager to follow along with Molly's wants while keeping him grounded at the same time.
Molly's forked tongue slips out slightly to wet his lips, a moan drawn from him as Fjord's lips are on his skin, wandering low to play with the lace. The fine waistband is pulled taut by now, the tip of the dark purple head pushing at it just below. He can hear the lace ripping slightly when caught at a tusk, and it sends a shiver up the lavender tiefling's spine.
That look is met with one of his own, lips parted slightly and those demonic eyes heated with desire. ]
I... would be a very poor giftgiver if I took your present away, I suppose.
[ His nails aren't kind to the lace scratched on their way down an ass. ]
You would. What's this, though? All wrapped up so nicely for me ...
[ Fjord holds eye-contact as he covers that trapped cock with his mouth, warm-wet spit soaking through the lace as he flattens his tongue over the shaft, sucking his way to the exposed tip. The panties will be ruined before long, and good riddance. Before that happens, however, he intends to make Molly pay for putting them on and getting this effect out of him, soaking them so they feel like little more than an irritation between skin-on-skin. ]
[ That was a lot better than he had imagined, and Molly's eyes flutter closed as the mix of wet, hot and silky fabric drag over his cock and up to the pointed tip. He gasps as the fabric dampens and the press of the tongue, the ridges at the base of his erection rubbing against a wet lace rose. ]
[ There's some sort of line he's toeing and he doesn't give a fuck, not with Molly on his tongue and the beautiful idiot moaning his name. He lies back on the bed and pulls on smooth, strong thighs, coaxing Molly to kneel up on the bed and sit on his face in those panties. If he does, he'll be treated to the full heat of that mouth on him again through the tidy trap of useless lingerie. ]
[ He has a dirty mouth on him when horny, but there was truth in his words. He bought this just for Fjord even if he has plenty of risque things already in his possession. Because he wanted Fjord to have something special. To be something special.
Yasha had told him it would be okay, that it is fine to want someone for more than a night. Here he is, hoping she's right. ]
Yes... gods, I don't want anyone else, Fjord.
[ It's been less than two days, but here he is, offering up something exclusive. Something more than a fuck for as long as he's able to. He doubts he'll be anyone's boyfriend or lover, but... part of him attaches to that idea.
So you bet your ass that Mollymauk Tealeaf is going to sit on that face, careful to not get stabbed by tusks as he settles in and gets a wonderful treat in the form of more on that mouth on him. ]
[ It could be an exhale of exasperated fondness or a direction, the next moment his tongue is laving the tidy lace-bound curve of Molly's balls and Fjord is too busy to answer. He licks slowly, letting Molly feel the way he's being tasted at Fjord's leisure, lapped at obscenely like a delicious ice cream. ]
[ Molly whines, fingers digging through Fjord's hair and breath heated as that mouth makes an absolute mess of both the panties and his dick. The half-orc is treating him like he's the most delicious thing in the world and Molly's heart hurts with how good it makes him feel. ]
Oh, yesyesyes, I love it, gods, so good to me. So good, Fjord...
[ He decides it with his lips pressed against Molly's straining cock, guiding him to tilt his hips so that with his balls lavishly taken care of Fjord can get his mouth on that hard shaft next. He's careful with his tusks, very much so, and only shreds the lace a little to let more of Molly spill out, just another inch to feel Fjord sucking him into his mouth with a moan. He's more than happy to stay there with Molly's groin trussed up so prettily for teasing, beard scraping over the heavy curve of lace as he works his jaw.
[ He groans, digging his fingers in slightly as the sound of the lace ripping again makes more of him accessible. The very light dusting of plum hair around the root rubs against everything and Molly is in heaven, steady pleasure keeping him toasty as he tries to not rock into Fjord's face. ]
I want you in me, splitting me open with that thick cock and ripping the lace as you take me.
[ Molly does love his dirty talk, gasping as his balls slip out of the slinky fabric to hang free. ]
[ It's a wonder any of Molly fit in the panties to begin with, Fjord is impressed. He hums his agreement, slapping a thigh to spark some shock for the hell of it and also to push Molly higher, off Fjord and up the bed. ]
Get on your hands and knees, honey. Where do you keep your oil? I'd happily eat you out all night but it wouldn't be enough for me to ride you.
[ They were definitely not made for dicks, hence the trouble keeping him in. He gasps at the slap, feeling how it spreads that heat in his body, ready for more, hungry for more. Just the thought of being fucked by Fjord is enough to make him moan, crawling on the bed and doing what he was told.
For a moment, at least. ]
Oil's right here.
[ He fishes it out from underneath the pillow. It's fancy, gold filigree on the bottle and a nice stopper. Smiling, he pours some on his fingers and puts one inside himself immediately, pushing the fabric to the side as he does. There's a little bow over his tail, keeping it on. ]
[ With Molly clambering up the bed Fjord is free to toss his own clothes in a heap, turning back around fo find the prettiest sight he's ever seen awaiting him: Molly fingering himself and a bow above his tail. Fjord makes a gruff strangled noise in his throat and plasters himself up behind him, fingertips tracing delicately around the ribboned base of that tail, seeking out the soft hidden underside to tease as he guides the tip of his leaking cock to smear precome there, a hot slickness as Molly fucks himself open to the thought of it. ]
I'm going to start thinking you're trying to draw my attention somewhere.
[ Molly is slowly rocking back to that finger, and the addition of Fjord joining him makes him make those filthy noises again, eager as he feels that cock against him. When the half-orc rubs that area just under his tail there's another whine from the tiefling and he pushes another finger inside himself immediately. ]
Always. I want... I want you in me, fucking me open, ruining this damn expensive lace. I want your cock, Fjord, it's addicting, I've never been so well-fucked in my life.
[ Those fingers press down against his prostate and he's dripping, panties soaked and body quaking as he scissors himself with desperation. Since when was he this horny? Just the promise of being with Fjord, being so well-taken care of, being right where he's supposed to be...
[ How is a half-orc supposed to think while hearing filth like that? It sends prickles all under his skin, moans buried against a shoulder as he grabs that wrist and pulls Molly's hand away without ceremony, replacing it with himself. Since morning, all he's wanted to do is crawl right back inside this man and make him cry out like he did last night, it's been buzzing in the back of his head like a faint streak of insanity. ]
Makes sense, [ raspy as his voice is, he sinks inside that tight channel with a grunt as each ridge on his cock forces Molly open a little more, ] I've never fucked anyone I cared about, not until you.
[ He bottoms out, nudging Molly's legs to splay wider so that Fjord can settle comfortably in between, the weight of his balls pressed up tight against ruined lace as he grinds them into the blankets, choking out a gasp of relief to be back inside him. Cupping Molly's neck, Fjord seeks out a kiss as soon as they're back to being one, needing to know he isn't the only person here being so desperate it's almost frightening. ]
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He steals some of the leftover bread, munching for something to do. Aside from being patient, which he's sure he usually is. Isn't he? Hmm. ]
Having a good night?
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Wonderful. One of the best ones in a long time. It was nice... to see everyone having fun.
[ Getting a bit of a hold on himself (dammit, Yasha!) he puts the bottle down with a sigh before he moves closer. Molly reaches to wrap his arms around Fjord, leaning in and trying to coax a kiss from those lovely lips. ]
Take me to bed, Fjord. Let me show you how good of a day I've had.
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Oh, yes. Okay.
[ Pleasantly surprised not to have to ask, he rises from the table and slips a hand into Molly's to lead him out. His stomach shouldn't feel so light and fluttery after that much food but it does, ears burning a darker green as he passes a restless thumb over purple knuckles. ]
Your room or mine?
[ Not that it matters to him, it might to Molly. Fjord just focuses on holding his hand and not tripping on his face up the stairs. ]
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[ He decides, rebuilding his panache after Yasha's whisper. The eagerness of Fjord is helpful as well, and Molly's both soothed and excited by that thumb over his knuckles. A simple gesture but so soft that it makes his heart flip yet again.
They get up the stairs and to his room without any problems, and Molly grins at the half-orc as soon as they are inside. Crashing into those arms, he kisses the other man with a hunger that is nothing like the one one he had for noodles earlier. He's wanted this all day, like an addiction that only became worse with every tease, with every look. The sparring, the underwater makeout... Molly wants so strongly that it is all he can think about even through the near food coma and the mild drunkenness. ]
Undress me, darling. See what I have for you.
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He only glances down when the heated kissing parts for a much-needed breath, heartbeat drumming in his ears and hands skimming down Molly's arms as Fjord gladly takes in the sight of him. ]
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When they break apart for a moment, Mollymauk looks awfully pleased with himself as Fjord takes him in. All those tattoos are on display on his skin, but the bright colors are joined with what looks like very lovely lace panties. Thin and delicate and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination since the poor fabric is already tenting a bit. ]
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When did you buy these?
[ He was so sure he kept an eye on him today ... mostly. But which shops even sold those! Impossible to figure that out when he can't stop his fingers sliding over the lace and palming the outline of a cock, stroking the thin fabric along Molly's shaft to fire him up. He looks absolutely edible and Fjord is offended. ]
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Mm... you'd be surprised what you can get delivered if you stick the right amount of gold in someone's hands.
[ He says, looking so proud of himself before he gently tugs that beard a bit so that he can kiss Fjord again. His tail comes to gently curl around one green ankle, steadying himself. He wasn't sure if Fjord would be into it, but it seems he definitely was. ]
I own a lot of pretty things, Fjord. Sometimes I like looking extra special.
[ For someone special. ]
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[ Huffing in mock-exasperation he kisses him hard, grasping that lacy ass in both hands as he rocks in and gives Molly something to grind up on. The bed isn't far, easy enough to stumble over to in his reluctance to stop grasping everywhere the lace covers. ]
But, I'm not complaining ...
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[ Molly croons, immediately and shamelessly seeking friction when they are pushed together. He laughs as they stumble, trying to help Fjord towards the bed... but the touching has him a little distracted. ]
Gods, Fjord. I've been hot for you since this morning. get on the bed so I can suck your cock.
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[ Laughs bubble up into the ardent kisses and he finally manages to pull away long enough to sit on the edge of the bed, his hold on Molly's hand pulling him in. The look in Fjord's eyes is heated, slitted pupils dilated with desire as he pushes his face against that abdomen and messily licks his way down to the band of lace, sucking the fabric into his teeth and deliberately catching it on a tusk to shred a little. With his palms sweeping up Molly's legs, he dares him to complain with a look. ]
Are you sure you want to get on your knees now or can I keep playing with my present?
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Molly's forked tongue slips out slightly to wet his lips, a moan drawn from him as Fjord's lips are on his skin, wandering low to play with the lace. The fine waistband is pulled taut by now, the tip of the dark purple head pushing at it just below. He can hear the lace ripping slightly when caught at a tusk, and it sends a shiver up the lavender tiefling's spine.
That look is met with one of his own, lips parted slightly and those demonic eyes heated with desire. ]
I... would be a very poor giftgiver if I took your present away, I suppose.
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You would. What's this, though? All wrapped up so nicely for me ...
[ Fjord holds eye-contact as he covers that trapped cock with his mouth, warm-wet spit soaking through the lace as he flattens his tongue over the shaft, sucking his way to the exposed tip. The panties will be ruined before long, and good riddance. Before that happens, however, he intends to make Molly pay for putting them on and getting this effect out of him, soaking them so they feel like little more than an irritation between skin-on-skin. ]
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[ That was a lot better than he had imagined, and Molly's eyes flutter closed as the mix of wet, hot and silky fabric drag over his cock and up to the pointed tip. He gasps as the fabric dampens and the press of the tongue, the ridges at the base of his erection rubbing against a wet lace rose. ]
Just for you, Fjord.
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[ There's some sort of line he's toeing and he doesn't give a fuck, not with Molly on his tongue and the beautiful idiot moaning his name. He lies back on the bed and pulls on smooth, strong thighs, coaxing Molly to kneel up on the bed and sit on his face in those panties. If he does, he'll be treated to the full heat of that mouth on him again through the tidy trap of useless lingerie. ]
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Yasha had told him it would be okay, that it is fine to want someone for more than a night. Here he is, hoping she's right. ]
Yes... gods, I don't want anyone else, Fjord.
[ It's been less than two days, but here he is, offering up something exclusive. Something more than a fuck for as long as he's able to. He doubts he'll be anyone's boyfriend or lover, but... part of him attaches to that idea.
So you bet your ass that Mollymauk Tealeaf is going to sit on that face, careful to not get stabbed by tusks as he settles in and gets a wonderful treat in the form of more on that mouth on him. ]
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[ It could be an exhale of exasperated fondness or a direction, the next moment his tongue is laving the tidy lace-bound curve of Molly's balls and Fjord is too busy to answer. He licks slowly, letting Molly feel the way he's being tasted at Fjord's leisure, lapped at obscenely like a delicious ice cream. ]
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Oh, yesyesyes, I love it, gods, so good to me. So good, Fjord...
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[ He decides it with his lips pressed against Molly's straining cock, guiding him to tilt his hips so that with his balls lavishly taken care of Fjord can get his mouth on that hard shaft next. He's careful with his tusks, very much so, and only shreds the lace a little to let more of Molly spill out, just another inch to feel Fjord sucking him into his mouth with a moan. He's more than happy to stay there with Molly's groin trussed up so prettily for teasing, beard scraping over the heavy curve of lace as he works his jaw.
No end in sight. ]
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[ He groans, digging his fingers in slightly as the sound of the lace ripping again makes more of him accessible. The very light dusting of plum hair around the root rubs against everything and Molly is in heaven, steady pleasure keeping him toasty as he tries to not rock into Fjord's face. ]
I want you in me, splitting me open with that thick cock and ripping the lace as you take me.
[ Molly does love his dirty talk, gasping as his balls slip out of the slinky fabric to hang free. ]
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Get on your hands and knees, honey. Where do you keep your oil? I'd happily eat you out all night but it wouldn't be enough for me to ride you.
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For a moment, at least. ]
Oil's right here.
[ He fishes it out from underneath the pillow. It's fancy, gold filigree on the bottle and a nice stopper. Smiling, he pours some on his fingers and puts one inside himself immediately, pushing the fabric to the side as he does. There's a little bow over his tail, keeping it on. ]
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I'm going to start thinking you're trying to draw my attention somewhere.
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Always. I want... I want you in me, fucking me open, ruining this damn expensive lace. I want your cock, Fjord, it's addicting, I've never been so well-fucked in my life.
[ Those fingers press down against his prostate and he's dripping, panties soaked and body quaking as he scissors himself with desperation. Since when was he this horny? Just the promise of being with Fjord, being so well-taken care of, being right where he's supposed to be...
He's so doomed. ]
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[ How is a half-orc supposed to think while hearing filth like that? It sends prickles all under his skin, moans buried against a shoulder as he grabs that wrist and pulls Molly's hand away without ceremony, replacing it with himself. Since morning, all he's wanted to do is crawl right back inside this man and make him cry out like he did last night, it's been buzzing in the back of his head like a faint streak of insanity. ]
Makes sense, [ raspy as his voice is, he sinks inside that tight channel with a grunt as each ridge on his cock forces Molly open a little more, ] I've never fucked anyone I cared about, not until you.
[ He bottoms out, nudging Molly's legs to splay wider so that Fjord can settle comfortably in between, the weight of his balls pressed up tight against ruined lace as he grinds them into the blankets, choking out a gasp of relief to be back inside him. Cupping Molly's neck, Fjord seeks out a kiss as soon as they're back to being one, needing to know he isn't the only person here being so desperate it's almost frightening. ]
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