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[ He hopes this doesn't come off cheesy; it seemed like a logical thing to pick up when it crossed his mind. ]

Some of the plants on the island didn't want to be picked and smelled suspicious, so I've sorted through the dangerous ones and gathered a few flowers for you to add to your bath. I know you like that sort of thing.

[ Fjord fought the vegetation for Molly. ]

[ It is cheesy, but that's why it works. It's just so Fjord. ]

Really? You got flowers for me?

[ Braving the damn vegetation, hopefully without getting sodomized by vines? For him. ]

That's.. thank you.

No problem! Barely took any time at all.

[ He has whip-scratch marks on his nose from one very aggressive tree that didn't want to give up its blooms. Molly can see those when Fjord returns, since the red stands out against his green skin so brightly. For now? Not gonna mention them! ]

I, ah. I'll be back soon. Was there anything you needed while I'm out? [ Also ... ] Is Caleb in?

[ He's going to kiss those scratches! Silly fool. ]

No, I'm good. Caleb went to either talk to someone who also speak Zemnian, or for some kind of cake with someone else. He's making friends.

That's nice. [ Yay for Caleb, also yay for kisses that can happen. ] I'll be back soon!

[ Within the hour, in fact! Fjord has a few stray leaves in his hair as he enters the house with a call to announce himself, dumping the bag of holding on the couch. He starts pulling out the sunset-coloured flowers, a few crushed but most of them in alright condition. ]

I'm back!

[ Molly's stupidly excited for Fjord to come home, and as soon as he hears the door he's hurrying downstairs.

Seeing the flowers, his face lights up with joy. ]

Oh.

Hi! These are for you ...

[ He brings an armful of the flowers over, the rest spilling off the couch and onto the floor in a fiery river. He can't seem to stop smiling either, liking coming home to a warm reception. ]

I didn't know which you might like the scent of most so I took a bunch of each one I found. Except for this one ...

[ Reaching into the back of his belt, he pulls out a flower with the stem still attached, purple with splatters of red at the tips, and holds it up. ]

I couldn't get close enough to take more than one of these.

Edited 2020-12-07 15:35 (UTC)

[ Molly beams at all the flowers, feeling all spoiled and surprised by colors and beauty. All around him, with Fjord like their pretty green stem.

Looking back up from this sea of pretty flowers, he then glances up to see the purple one. ]

Oh...

[ Smiling, he reaches for it and puts it by a horn - and then he pulls Fjord close for a kiss. ]

[ Fjord's happy to let all the flowers spill between them as he wraps his arms around Molly and draws him in for the kiss he's been thinking about all day, a soft noise of mingled relief and contentment humming in the back of his throat. He boldly licks his way past those familiar lips and goes for a deeper taste, hands curling around Molly's hips.

It's still thrillingly new and exciting, making his breath catch. With Caleb knowing of them it also feels like they're not doing anything wrong anymore, or at least that Fjord can relax now one of their friends has no problem with it. ]

[ One first kiss with known feelings behind it and Molly's addicted. It was just as good as their other kisses but it meant so much more, now.

Like Fjord, it feels like it doesn't have to be hidden any more.

He follows the deepening of the kiss, slipping his tongue over lips and begging entrance, hands cupping bearded cheeks and traveling to around his neck and into his hair as he presses close. ]

[ His skin might be vibrating off his body everywhere Molly touches him, tingling from head to toe as a hand slips into his hair and sends shivers down the back of his neck where it rests. He walks forward to find the nearest wall so that he can lean in without worrying about them toppling over because he wants to run his hands up Molly's body from hip to shoulder and back again, smoothing over the shape of him, learning it. Fjord knows Molly is lean and powerful but it's nice to explore and gather up his shirt, sneaking a caress up the hot line of his spine.

I missed you, Fjord says without words, smiling when he parts the wet press of their lips to take a breath. ]

[ The wall is a nice idea, because Molly's pretty sure all of this is making him dizzy, heart throbbing in his chest. Fjord's a lot bigger than he used to be, shoulders wider and quite easy to hold as they kiss on the edge of sweet and hungry.

The touch to his spine has him purring, adoring the way those fingers trail over his skin. Exploring. Wanting to know rather than looking away with embarrassment.

Molly sighs happily into another kiss. Yeah, he likes this a lot. ]

[ Halfway through a kiss that has his spine melting and his claws rasping down Molly's back, he exhales unsteadily and tips his head back because damn, his head is starting to spin and it's getting difficult to think, gasping down air. He should say something, shouldn't he? But what is language anymore? All Fjord processes is the warmth of Molly in his arms and how eagerly he's responding, scooped up and willing.

It takes a mental overhaul of legend for him to figure out how words work long enough to say, ]

Shall we sit down?

[ Chairs exist, somewhere. Maybe. ]

[ Molly blinks a bit, and then smiles into their sweet kiss. Concentrating on anything other than this takes a lot of effort, but he manages to crane his neck a bit to the side. ]

Yeah. Let's sit.

[ That somewhat broken fainting couch is the closest one, and he's more than excited to sit in Fjord's lap and continue this flow of emotions and happiness between them that is just amazing. ]

[ The couch creaks in protest as he drops down, tossing his cloak who the fucks knows where in the process. Glad he forewent his armour because now he can feel Molly crawling onto his lap through nothing but his long tunic and leather pants, face burning with a blush that still doesn't stop him from experimentally running his hands up Molly's thighs with a squeeze; he makes eye-contact and looks up as the caresses roam around the swell of a pert ass, kneading to drag Molly closer, unable to look away from those red eyes.

Fjord should be shyer about being half-mast just from some heated kissing but he's been ruminating about this for days, thinking about doing more than cuddling at bedtime. He arches his hips up to try and grind between those splayed legs, desperate for more friction. ]

Get down here.

[ That rough, gravelly voice can't be his. ]

[ Molly sighs sweetly as he's groped and pulled closer, settling into Fjord's lap like it was made for him and feeling the brush of just how affected the half-orc is from their longing kisses. He's not far behind, either, leggings tented as hands dive under that tunic to feel that lovely chest - to drag claws over dark chest hair and marvel at the fact that they're doing this.

Red eyes meet gold and there's so much on his features - arousal, happiness, a little bit of nervousness in the middle of it all that he's never felt before.

The grind together knocks the air out of Molly's lungs and all he can do is gasp and bury his moan against a green neck. ]

Fjord...

[ There's a thin noise that meets Molly's shoulder as the tiefling buries his face in Fjord's neck, plastered up snug and sensual so that every ensuing grind rubs right where it needs to be. His groan of relief huffs out a curse as Fjord rocks his fast-hardening erection up against the line of his friend's, grasping at Molly's thighs to steady them into reliable, paced thrusts. ]

Gods, yes ...

[ Flowers are crushed around and underneath them, sweet scents rising to join the heat of arousal.

His thoughts are cotton, reduced to moans of pleasure that sings through his hot blood. Fjord reaches up to find a horn and pull Molly's head back, wanting to see how affected he is all over again. Fuck, he thinks, shouldn't have done that, because his dick throbs noticeably with how attractive Molly is when flushed. ]

Your flowers, Molls.

[ Molly whines when they find a rhythm of amazing glides against eachother through their clothes, and when Fjord pulls his head back the tiefling's face is all hunger and pleasure, kiss-wet lips slightly open and eyes heavy-lidded. His lashes are slightly underlit from the subtle glow in his eyes - if he had visible pupils, they would be blown wide.

He can't think, either, just full of heat and sweet moans for the palalock. The rational part of him can't believe this is happening, but it is fully closed off immediately as his cock hardens fully.

He looks up at Fjord, absolutely wrecked from kissing and emotions and want. ]

Put me in the flowers and f- [ no, fuck sounds wrong right now ] make love to me, Fjord.

[ With Molly he can't forget who he's with, there's a hook behind Fjord's navel and it feels like the tiefling has a direct line to affecting him with it, asking to be fucked in a way that turns out so sweet there's nothing Fjord wants to do more. He leans in for a slow kiss, holding eye-contact until his lashes droop from necessity as he tastes the heat of that clever mouth. Hot breaths pant between them, mirroring the urgent rock of their hips below. ]

I'll remember, [ he doesn't think he can go that far right now, too horny and unprepared, ] I'll remember the flowers, Molly.

[ It's a promise melting into a kiss.

The inside of Molly's thigh feels especially hot even through his leggings as Fjord runs a hand up, seeking out the hard line of his friend's erection. He strokes him as he would himself (having no reference for this sort of thing otherwise) for a few moments, then takes pity on Molly as all the white noise in the room fills Fjord's ears; he slips his hand carefully under the waistband of those mismatched leggings and, minding his claws, eases free a blushing purple cock (unlike his own, smoother) to give it a green fist to thrust into.

Some part of his brain still can't believe they are doing this. The other makes his lips skate along a tattooed jaw, yellow eyes angled down on what he holds captive. ]

You're so pretty.

[ Are cocks meant to be elegant? Everything he's heard about Molly's is now firmly true. ]

[ I'll remember the flowers, Molly.

He gives a soft cry at that, pressing himself close with another hungry kiss. His hands slide back to the couch to get a nice handful of ass just as Fjord starts exploring him more. The fingers against his erection makes the tiefling hiss slightly, but to make sure Fjord doesn't misunderstand him, his hips slide forward so he can get a better hold.

It's such a relief when the half-orc frees his cock, and he laughs joyfully as Fjord compliments it like that. Finest dick in the Nein, now dripping precum over green fingers. ]

You're gorgeous. Fuck, Fjord, I love it...

[ He moves his hips again, groaning at the feeling of the hand around him. It's perfect but not enough at the same time, and he pushes aside the end of that tunic to go for Fjord's waistband as well. He wants to see it, feel it against his own cock and gods, he's so horny. ]

[ The way Molly sounds when he hears Fjord's promise is everything, burning into his memory. It echoes the deep-seated need boiling in his own blood as they start pawing at each other, the strained laces of his leathers springing open easily at the slightest tug of purple fingers, a hard gradient-green cock pushing free as Fjord groans in relief, squirming to get comfortable underneath Molly.

His face is so hot, how is he not passing out? Hah.

He surges up to kiss Molly hard and hungry, moaning as he starts pumping the cock in his fist, rubbing the pretty ridges so unlike his own with the calloused pad of a thumb. Sweat collects under his clothes and at the nape of his neck, too desperate to keep going to do more than touch and kiss and groan.

It feels like tearing himself apart at the seams and letting Molly in, irreversible choices being ripped open as they rush through together. ]

[ He still can't fully believe this is happening, and every touch makes him wish he had Caleb's perfect memory so he could keep it with him forever. As soon as he has that cock in his hand, all his teasing of the other man having a big cock is true and it is so hot that his legs threaten to turn to jelly.

Molly meets that desperate kiss, tongue and fangs and breath as he whines his pleasure into that tusked mouth. He tries to match those perfect movements with his own hand, and it just feels too damn good.

They're both breaking apart, and for Molly it is in a way quite different from his fear of Lucien. This time it is welcome and needed because he's filling the cracks back in with Fjord's touch, his closeness, his warmth. It finally, finally makes him trust everything said about him being different from that bastard, because he's sure Fjord wouldn't touch him like this, wouldn't want him if that still threatened below. ]

Yes, fuck... I'm close.

[ Already, too wound up in emotions and need. ]

[ Fjord's occupied mouth runs on autopilot from his brain as he kisses Molly like he doesn't want to breathe, nodding his agreement; he's close too. Ridiculously so. It should be embarrassing but it's not, it finally feels like admitting how much he wants Molly and is determined to keep him after they reunited on the island. ]

Come for me, [ stroking a sleek shaft to try and milk the demand from him, he swirls his sticky palm over the crown and rubs the slit insistently, craving Molly's orgasm so he can justify his own, ] I want to make you come, Molly ...

[ Precome already stains Molly's hand where he handles Fjord, a little thicker. It feels like both of Fjord's usual orgasms are tangling together our of sheer possessiveness, balls taut against his body as he holds off coming first.

His free hand fists in the back of Molly's hair and he yanks his head back, mouthing the curve of his neck with scraping tusk-rough kisses. Whoever Molly fucks next, he'll still wear the imprint of Fjord's tusks on him in pretty plum-dark bruises.

Good. ]

[ I want to make you come. Fjord wants to be the one to do that for him, and it's sweet and hot in one. It doesn't take much more with the way he's stroking him and that voice coaxing, and Molly falls apart completely at the yank and tusks at his neck.

Molly comes so hard against Fjord that it's blinding, thrusting his cock up into that hand and then creating a mess between their bodies. His claws dig in a bit into the hold on that pretty ass, while the other barely manages to move on that thick cock as his brain fizzles out.

The sound he makes cannot be muffled against a shoulder, so instead the half-orc gets to hear Molly cry out in pleasure as ecstasy blooms on his face. ]

Fjord!

[ It's like peeping behind a curtain, seeing Molly come; making Molly come, illicit and forbidden. He's heard him fooling around behind tavern walls before but this is different, it's just them and his name on Molly's lips, his cock in that loosened hold as Molly pulses in the tight grip of his to make a mess. He wrings him out of the last drop, loving how pink that lavender skin gets as Molly flushes all over.

He feels the sting of nails on his ass and an uncharacteristically orcish growl rumbles approvingly as he trails his kisses down the open front of a shirt, mouthing his way across to a pec where he lets Molly ride out his orgasm while he investigates every inch of him. Fjord's cock throbs, accidentally neglected as Molly suffuses with pleasure but none the less achingly hard, ridges standing out ready for when that friction returns. ]

Edited 2020-12-08 15:15 (UTC)

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