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[ 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. ]

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[ Molly draws in breath like a dying man, wrecked at the pleasure and the knowledge that he just came in Fjord's hand. Fjord's! Gods, he feels amazing, and his somewhat shaky hand tightens again around that thick cockhead and slides down to feel those hard ridges.

He wants those inside him as soon as he can.

The half-orc is so beautiful and Mollymauk wants to see him come so badly, moving the hand at that ass (and what a lovely growl he made) to the salt-and-pepper hair instead. Groaning softly at the feel of his mouth against his pec and the throb of that hardness in his hand, it's his turn to yank Fjord's head up and kiss him like he's going to die if he doesn't. ]

Your turn, love... let me see you.

[ His voice is a mess, and the words are overtaken by another kiss. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

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. ]

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