[ 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. ]
[ His fingers are pulled out and replaced with that cock and Molly gasps, feeling it push into him and spreading him open like that. Each of those blessed textures makes his nerves sing with pleasure and Molly makes such pretty noises for Fjord as the half-orc bottoms out inside of him.
Splayed wide and at Fjord's mercy, he arches his back as his neck is touched, the scarred skin extra sensitive there since it was where he most often cut himself in battle. He meets the kiss hungrily, grinding back against Fjord like his life depended on it.
Oh, he's desperate, out of his mind with need but also something deeper and strange that he's still trying to deal with. Like this, though, he feels like he's home, and isn't that the most ridiculously wanton thing? ]
Me neither. Gods, Fjord, me neither. It's... it's so much better.
[ Not only because he trusts the man, fights with him, bleeds with him. This is a crush and he fell really fast. ]
[ Sex isn't like this. Sabian was rough and thrilling, Avantika took charge of everything and they only did what she wanted to do, but with Molly things are so different it's like nothing Fjord knows was real before this. He doesn't have to listen for instructions or be moved around the other person how they want, he can plaster himself up behind Molly and nuzzle the curve of his neck while bringing him pleasure at a pace Fjord wants, and he so loves getting to learn for himself where Molly is most sensitive. When he's confident of where the tiefling's prostate is that's where he angles all his thrusts whether quickened or slow, braced up on his arms either side of Molly so that he can watch the way a pretty back arches with each roll.
Molly's beautiful, laid out for Fjord and no one else. That was what he said, only you. Seeing that tiny shell attached to one of the chains on Molly's horns earlier was also like a claim had been staked and Fjord is here for that too, so much. He kisses the eye central to an ornate pyramid between a pair of tense shoulders, lips drifting over hot lavender skin, made worse by his panting breaths. ]
No more sleeping around, Molly. Not this time. [ The bed creaks with the force of Fjord's possessive fucking, headboard banging the wall. ] Not if you want this.
[ Fjord is destroying him. The man is finding all of his sweet spots and seems determined to just fuck all the insecurity and worry out of Molly and make him scream and claw into the bedding instead. Every thrust is making his head float and he can barely think anymore, the fear of showing this weaknesses melting away with each drag of that perfect cock.
No more sleeping around, Fjord says possessively, and it's like the half-orc is hammering the nail in just where Molly is the most uncertain, the most flighty and defensive. He's being fucked like they're sealing some kind of deal; that he can have Fjord dick in him as long as he admits to be his. Could he do that?
I only want what you can give, he said just a day ago. Molly doesn't know what he can give, but he knows that he doesn't want this to end. He wants Fjord's hands on him, he wants to touch and to hold and to kiss and to be fucked into the mattress at nights. Not just this night. ]
Please... please don't stop! I want this. I want you.
[ He can't promise love and forever, but he can give everything else. ]
[ Fjord is patient, he can wait. Hearing Molly agree to be his for the time being is good enough for him to ramp up the pace on instinct. He gets the feeling he won't be hard twice tonight, not with the kind of emotional and physical exhaustion this thing between them is causing, so he uses what he has to make it count and tries to hold off as long as he can.
It's not as much stamina as usual, shuddering with the need to come. He loses finesse and reaches around Molly's hip to stroke him off to the same heartbeat drumming in Fjord's ears, tusks scratching at a shoulder as he turns his head to avoid hurting him. ]
[ Molly gasps, grabbing on to the headboard as the half-orc ramps up the pace. Those thrusts are claiming, possessive, fierce and he can feel Fjord is also falling apart as they fuck. Molly's own head is so full of everything that he's not sure if he can come at first, but then that green hand is on him and it only takes a few jerks before he's clenching down hard and coming over the bedsheets with the hexadin's name on his pretty lips.
It's such a rush of emotions that he has to mask a sob of happiness and conflicted fuckery as another moan, pushing back to meet Fjord and wrapping his tail around a green thigh so that he cannot pull away. ]
Fill me, baby, please... Fjord, I need it, I want.... gods, bite me, fill me, claim me!
[ Molly doesn't have to demand anything by way of monogamy from Fjord, he already has him hooked even without that sweet tail securing around his thigh. He rears back as Molly finds his orgasm, moving with him to milk out as much pleasure as he can and spoil him rotten, as Molly deserves to be treated (and how inn-house companion whores never could), relieved when the sobbing beauty demands for Fjord to come inside him. It's a demand Fjord can meet in short order, only a few graceless, hard thrusts away from spilling hotly into that tight ass and grasping at narrow hips for an anchor, dragging Molly back on his cock with each bone-deep shudder. The rest of the Chateau probably hear the guttural groan of the tiefling's name as he tips his head back, hands running up and down Molly's back as Fjord rides out his orgasm and crawls down to cover him, scooping up a waist to hold him close through the afterglow.
There are no words for a while, just the come-down and golden haze of Molly in his arms, warm and content with more than just the sex. ]
[ That orgasm is rolling through his body, kept alive in a few more thrusts as Fjord fucks him through it. Molly is a quaking, breathless mess under the half-orc, relishing in the feel of the warm body on top of his own like that. Holding him tightly, groaning his name and filling him with heat. He pushes back to help him sink as deep as possible as he does, and when Fjord's coming down his arms and legs slowly give out under him. He sinks into the bed with the half-orc, unable to say a word or even think straight.
This was more than sex, no matter how amazing that was. Finding a hand, Mollymauk laces his fingers with Fjord's and holds on tightly. Hopeful but scared shitless at the same time. ]
[ Fjord squeezes the hand that seeks out his, coming back to himself a minute or so later. He kisses the fresh scratches alongside old scars on Molly's shoulder and eases his hips away, a groan catching in his throat as he eases his softening length free and collapses beside the tiefling, arm still draped over Molly's side. ]
Hey, come here ...
[ Tickling his fingers along a waist, Fjord offers himself up for post-coital cuddles. ]
[ The tiefling moans softly as Fjord pulls out, and he's pretty sure the sheets are a mess again. Still, he turns a bit and snuggles against the half-orc with a content sigh, head fuzzy and body spent. They can clean up later.
The poor panties are barely on at all, wet and torn, but it all adds to the decadent feel of being so well-fucked. Molly's tail loosens from around Fjord and comes to rest over his waist instead as he places a kiss against a green shoulder. ]
[ With Molly gathered up at his side Fjord runs a gentle caress from waist to thigh, petting smooth skin that he kneaded hard and likely has left with future bruises. His arm slings under lavender shoulders and he plays with dark curls, damp with sweat. ]
That was ... [ A lot happened, none of which he regrets. His gaze flickers to Molly, eyes crinkling in an oddly shy moment following the romp. ] Nice.
[ His grin sports a blush, unable to find the right words so he settles for their complete inferior, like an idiot. ]
How can you be blushing after the dicking you just gave me?
[ Molly asks with a laugh, hugging Fjord closer. He runs his hands down that strong back, gently dragging his nails over the thick muscles. This was nice, he tells himself, and it's true.
Just a bit of anxiety raising its head after he came back to himself. ]
[ Dicking of the heart, maybe!! That sounds weird. What he asks is part joking, part serious. ]
Is that what I am now, your darling?
[ His touch skims its way to cup Molly's jaw, brushing his cheek. Fjord is completely given over to soft gazes and gentle caresses, blinking slowly as he takes in the flustered, dishevelled state that he caused. ]
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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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Splayed wide and at Fjord's mercy, he arches his back as his neck is touched, the scarred skin extra sensitive there since it was where he most often cut himself in battle. He meets the kiss hungrily, grinding back against Fjord like his life depended on it.
Oh, he's desperate, out of his mind with need but also something deeper and strange that he's still trying to deal with. Like this, though, he feels like he's home, and isn't that the most ridiculously wanton thing? ]
Me neither. Gods, Fjord, me neither. It's... it's so much better.
[ Not only because he trusts the man, fights with him, bleeds with him. This is a crush and he fell really fast. ]
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Molly's beautiful, laid out for Fjord and no one else. That was what he said, only you. Seeing that tiny shell attached to one of the chains on Molly's horns earlier was also like a claim had been staked and Fjord is here for that too, so much. He kisses the eye central to an ornate pyramid between a pair of tense shoulders, lips drifting over hot lavender skin, made worse by his panting breaths. ]
No more sleeping around, Molly. Not this time. [ The bed creaks with the force of Fjord's possessive fucking, headboard banging the wall. ] Not if you want this.
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No more sleeping around, Fjord says possessively, and it's like the half-orc is hammering the nail in just where Molly is the most uncertain, the most flighty and defensive. He's being fucked like they're sealing some kind of deal; that he can have Fjord dick in him as long as he admits to be his. Could he do that?
I only want what you can give, he said just a day ago. Molly doesn't know what he can give, but he knows that he doesn't want this to end. He wants Fjord's hands on him, he wants to touch and to hold and to kiss and to be fucked into the mattress at nights. Not just this night. ]
Please... please don't stop! I want this. I want you.
[ He can't promise love and forever, but he can give everything else. ]
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It's not as much stamina as usual, shuddering with the need to come. He loses finesse and reaches around Molly's hip to stroke him off to the same heartbeat drumming in Fjord's ears, tusks scratching at a shoulder as he turns his head to avoid hurting him. ]
Molly, fuck ...
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[ Molly gasps, grabbing on to the headboard as the half-orc ramps up the pace. Those thrusts are claiming, possessive, fierce and he can feel Fjord is also falling apart as they fuck. Molly's own head is so full of everything that he's not sure if he can come at first, but then that green hand is on him and it only takes a few jerks before he's clenching down hard and coming over the bedsheets with the hexadin's name on his pretty lips.
It's such a rush of emotions that he has to mask a sob of happiness and conflicted fuckery as another moan, pushing back to meet Fjord and wrapping his tail around a green thigh so that he cannot pull away. ]
Fill me, baby, please... Fjord, I need it, I want.... gods, bite me, fill me, claim me!
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There are no words for a while, just the come-down and golden haze of Molly in his arms, warm and content with more than just the sex. ]
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This was more than sex, no matter how amazing that was. Finding a hand, Mollymauk laces his fingers with Fjord's and holds on tightly. Hopeful but scared shitless at the same time. ]
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Hey, come here ...
[ Tickling his fingers along a waist, Fjord offers himself up for post-coital cuddles. ]
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The poor panties are barely on at all, wet and torn, but it all adds to the decadent feel of being so well-fucked. Molly's tail loosens from around Fjord and comes to rest over his waist instead as he places a kiss against a green shoulder. ]
Hi.
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[ With Molly gathered up at his side Fjord runs a gentle caress from waist to thigh, petting smooth skin that he kneaded hard and likely has left with future bruises. His arm slings under lavender shoulders and he plays with dark curls, damp with sweat. ]
That was ... [ A lot happened, none of which he regrets. His gaze flickers to Molly, eyes crinkling in an oddly shy moment following the romp. ] Nice.
[ His grin sports a blush, unable to find the right words so he settles for their complete inferior, like an idiot. ]
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[ Molly asks with a laugh, hugging Fjord closer. He runs his hands down that strong back, gently dragging his nails over the thick muscles. This was nice, he tells himself, and it's true.
Just a bit of anxiety raising its head after he came back to himself. ]
It was wonderful, darling.
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Is that what I am now, your darling?
[ His touch skims its way to cup Molly's jaw, brushing his cheek. Fjord is completely given over to soft gazes and gentle caresses, blinking slowly as he takes in the flustered, dishevelled state that he caused. ]
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