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[devilstongue]

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	» Age: more than 20 » Species: Tiefling » A5 Card: Open » Seeking: Fun, interetsing people » Preferences: Any! Men, women, both, nayder! » Interests: Fun new experienses, new metings and you » Bio: Former carnie. Flecsible. Purple all over. The cards tell me you shuld try me on! (Only leve voice mesages.)
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[halforc]

[ There are so many embarrassing things that he can't help when he comes, things he's been afraid to let Molly know about in case they get splashed all over the network or mentioned in casual company. It's going to be worth it, he decides as he's kissed again, if he gets to come this hard each time they end up tangled together on the nearest available surface.

'Love.'

Oh, he's gone.

Fjord is close enough to the edge that it doesn't take much to push him over, tipping his head back on the couch with a guttural snarl between clenched teeth; his hips buck hard to chase Molly's hand, raising them both off the couch as booted heels dig into the floor, a heavy crash of springs soon following; and he comes in thick waves, shuddering as he covers Molly's fist in pearly ribbons. ]

Don't let go, don't, gods please ...

[ Panting harshly, flushed a dark green under sweaty mottled skin, his lip curls and he covers Molly's hand with his, still coming. A broken noise lodges in his throat as Fjord's hips tremble and he screws his eyes shut, so emotionally worked up that there won't be a second orgasm after the first, pumping them both out together. ]

Fuck, oh fuck — Molly!

[ It's blissful, shivering as he rides out every throb that spatters more come on his already soiled tunic. ]

[devilstongue]

[ If he could go twice, he would at the sight of Fjord coming like that. For him. Those cries, growls and begging is quite possibly one of the hottest sights he's ever seen, too. His lover was gorgeous in the way he absolutely falls apart, needy and pretty and probably breaking the seat.

Molly groans softly into green skin as he keeps holding on, continuing to move his hand a bit to help the half-orc spill every last drop into the mess between them. There was so much, and it lasts for a while, creating an absolute mess between them and drenching his fingers. It's mind-blowing. ]

That's it... fuck, you're so good, Fjord. Look at you...

[ The tiefling places hungry kisses wherever he can, ending with a soothing one on the forehead scar. ]

Beautiful.

[halforc]

[ Drifting back to earth under kisses that help him return to his sweetly aching body, he turns his head into the lips that skate across his forehead and hums, soft and content. He feels like a cat that got all the cream (well ...) and wants to lounge where he is under Molly's heat for as long as possible, lashes drooping. ]

Should've done this in bed ...

[ He wraps his arms around Molly's waist and buries his head in between his pecs, nuzzling cosily. Soft and warm ... can he take a nap here while covered in come, hmm. Maybe. ]

[devilstongue]

Next time.

[ He promises, holding Fjord close and stroking that salt-and-pepper hair. Next time, in bed with flowers and kisses and romance he never thought of before.

This is all amazing and strange and wonderful, and it feels like something is just right with him again. He needed an anchor and Fjord makes him happy in so many ways. ]