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[ He rocks into that willing mouth, gentle but firm in his direction via his grip to his lover's hair. ]

That's it, love. Get me nice and slick for you. Swallow me down, you can take it.

[ Molly's voice is hoarse and shaky, but he's definitely enjoying himself as he whispers filth to the half-orc affectionately. ]

Push those fingers in deeper. I want you ready for all of me.

[ The strength in his shoulders melts as he gives in completely, following Molly's instructions as best he can with two fingers stretching himself out to the second knuckle, clenching down on them with a moan around the cock in his mouth. He almost strokes accidentally with his tongue, trying to swallow and breathe at the same moment. It's getting difficult to balance the two.

He looks up pleadingly, lashes batting. ]

[ Is there anything prettier than someone flushed and pleasing like that? ]

Gods, you are so, so beautiful.

[ Molly says, voice breaking a bit as that tongue comes into play. It's almost enough to push him to come again, but now he's making a bet with himself just as much as he is with Fjord.

Plus he doesn't ant this to end already.

Pulling the half-orc off his dick, he continues to move that head up so that they can kiss again - deep and warm and hungry. ]

Get on my cock, Fjord.

[ He gasps when pulled free, steadying himself on Molly as he crawls up to sit in his lap, the view incredibly different and its own experience. He wasn't up here last time, he couldn't wrap his arms around Molly's neck and comb back his hair, settling that purple cock between his cheeks for a teasingly slow grind.

When the kiss parts he's smiling, flushed and happy. Enthused for this. ]

Why am I doing all the work?

[ For all his grumbling he reaches underneath to grab Molly's cock and line them up, letting his weight sink him down as his jaw gapes on a raw moan that gets higher as he takes in inch after inch. ]

Edited 2021-06-10 19:44 (UTC)

[ Okay, no. Molly changed his mind. This eager, smiling Fjord? Even prettier than the flushed and pleading one.

He laughs into the kiss as his lover 'complains', hands traveling down to a nice love-handle to help steady Fjord as he starts to wiggle around. ]

Because I told you to. You want to be good for me, don't you?

[ Molly barely has time to finish that sentence and then Fjord is sinking down on him (tightslickhot) in his lap. ]

Fjord...

I do.

[ There's more honesty in the soft crack of his voice than he wants to show but he can never hide anything from Molly, where Fjord ends there's always a lavender body beginning, and that's exactly what happens in real time as he feels Molly sink inside his body like a hot poker. Fjord gasps and his back bows, arching forward with both hands coming to rest on Molly's chest, hips squirming to make himself accidentally whine as he finds the most perfect angle and pleasure burns up his spine. His cock drips where it hangs over his boyfriend's navel and with every rolling grind that steals Fjord's breath he tries to rub the tip over that smooth, hot tiefling skin, smearing him with slick. Arousal boils through his veins as he starts to fuck himself on Molly's lap, hips working, mouth agape on groans and whimpers. His balls feel so full, he wants to be good for Molly, wants to give him everything he has.

His free hair, longer now like Molly's after half a year on the island, brushes his shoulders as he rides him with growing confidence, turned-on by how pulled apart he feels. He almost never lets anyone touch him like this and the familiarity of Molly's cock helps him relax into the sway of things, unable to be embarrassed or self-conscious about his own masculinity when his boyfriend is fucking him with a dick that feels spine-meltingly good. ]

Molly, oh, oh Molly, yes ...

[ Mottled green thighs tighten around lavender hips, helping control the rise and fall. ]

Good...

[ Molly's eyes are trained on his lover, watching his every reaction as he starts sinking down on him like that. Fjord is always gorgeous, but there was something so utterly pretty about him taking dick like this. The way he arches, the way he experiments and rocks his hips to find the best spot.

The moment where everything else falls away and he's fucking himself on Molly's cock like he's made for it, unashamed and happy.

Reaching to steady him by the hips, Molly smiles up at Fjord as the half-orc drags that big cock over his stomach at every rise and fall of those thick thighs. He feel so good, hot and slick inside, tight from how very rarely they did this. It is wonderful and draws such sweet sounds out of Fjord, Molly's own being desperate breaths and moans. He plants his feet down a bit to rock his hips up to meet Fjord's, moving one hand over that cock so it has a bit of pressure for each slide. ]

Fjord... look at you, so beautiful for me. So hot, ah- [ He gasps, claws digging in a bit into the hip. ] Taking my cock so well, you're a natural.

[ Beautiful, so hot, you're a natural ...

His confidence skyrockets with the praise and he moves more comfortably, making sure Molly's dick rubs right over his prostate on every stroke. Fjord leans back on bent purple knees to balance himself and he fully gives himself over to riding Molly with quick snaps of his hips that help bury him to the hilt on every thrust, head tipped back and mouth open on loud moans.

Every single one is Molly's name, or Yes, or Deeper, until the hand around his cock has him whining and trying to grind instead. He could come, he could so easily, but he holds off through sheer willpower to gaze down at Molly and drink in the sight of him. ]

Feels good, feels so good.

[ Seeing Fjord taking what he wants and the growing boldness in him, Molly is entranced. His lover moves so well and looks amazing, hilting himself at every move. He's so hot and Molly is so fucking in love with this man. ]

Look at you... gods, you're made for my dick, love. You take it so well.

[ He smiles up at the half-orc, looking a little dazed. The pause and switch to grinding is both nice and a tease in one, and Molly grips the large cock better to help stroke it slowly. ]

Let me make you feel good. You can come, Fjord. All over me, I'll hold off, I'll keep fucking you all night.

[ He might not have that relentless endurance, but they started this with edging and he'll keep it going to fuck Fjord for as long as possible. ]

[ Getting felt up while being fucked is enough to short-circuit his mind, a shiver of pleasure racing through his veins and making Fjord gasp as he sinks down with intent and does as Molly says, losing himself to an orgasm that he can't even warn for. I'll keep fucking you all night, says Molly, and Fjord believes him, wants him to. It was his plan to make Molly want to come and then rise up but that plan was dead in the water from the second Fjord sank down on him and returned to the intimate brand of pleasure only Molly can bring.

He comes all over Molly's fist, gasping loudly as his head tips back and he grips Molly's knees, back arching with the waves of pleasure he suffers. ]

[ Molly watches heatedly as Fjord tips over into orgasm so prettily, coating his hand and his stomach (even a little of his chest) in come. It's such a perfect picture and he has to briefly look away to not follow the half-orc into ecstasy. Instead he sits up a bit to claim a kiss, pressing on a wide chest to coax Fjord to lie back.

It was Molly's turn to do the fucking. ]

[ Simmering with a post-orgasmic glow, he kisses back blindly and goes with an easy thump back into the blankets when prompted, sprawled there with his arms up and thighs hiked around Molly's hips. The change in angle gets him gasping out of his stupor, lashes fluttering, but he's too comfortable to protest. ]

Ah, ahhh ...

[ One of his heavy hands sways up to find Molly, wanting to hold onto him. ]

[ Molly watches as the pleasure-muddled Fjord easily follows his gentle instructions, sprawling back like that. It gives him space to kiss over his chest and take that searching hand in his own. He laces their fingers and then positions himself a bit better, pulling up a thick green thigh so that he can sink in as deep as possible. ]

Fjord...

[ He gasps, hand tightening in their grip. ]

Gods, you're so good, so tight for me. Fuck!

[ He's going to have a hard time to not come while fucking Fjord like the man deserved, but damn if Molly isn't up for the challenge as his hips rock forward. ]

[ Being good for Molly is all he wants, all that matters now. Hitching his knees up around that slim waist he can hold onto him better as Molly moves, drag him in with his heels and calves so that his lover can drive deep over that throbbing sweet spot every time. It's different to being the one doing the fucking because the orgasm melts more easily into a constant pleasure with a cock still fucking him raw, overstimulated, and he groans with how much of a gift it is. Maybe orcs fucks for days ...

Fjord feels like he could, if Molly wanted to.

He grasps onto the base of his lover's horns to dig his nails in around them, pulling them back with handfuls of hair so he can see Molly's face. ]

[ Fjord feels so amazing both around his cock and his body, thighs holding on and heels helping him to fuck half-orc deep in the place that makes him the happiest. He could listen to those moans forever, and leans up as much as he can when his horn is tugged to look at his gorgeous lover. He only reaches to a green neck, but it's enough to watch the pleasure on Fjord's face.

He's so fucking beautiful. ]

Oh, gods... I'll fuck you good like this any time you want, love. So good for me...

[ Molly is so turned on that he has to slow his thrusts, changing the pace to long and deep strokes so he doesn't lose himself. ]

Too good, damn...

Molly ... !

[ Fjord's cries are broken as he holds onto him, hands drifting to a pair of shoulders and then Molly's back, raking nails down his sides. Completely wrecked, fucked out of his mind, his mouth hangs open on moans as Molly uses him to stir his dick in the hot grip of Fjord's ass, forcing him to stay on a precipice of sensation. Molly's name fills the room as Fjord encourages him to keep going and seek out his own pleasure, to take it as slow as he wants. Sweat sheens across green skin as Fjord moves under him, with him. ]

Yes, yes, please ...

[ Fjord is so, so beautiful and even in the middle of some heated, desperate sex Molly's heart is full to bursting. He loves this, loves seeing Fjord fall apart for him and show this vulnerable side. Claws rake at his shoulders as he drives into that body with decadent slow strokes, lost in pleasure.

He loves him so much, loves the way he moves, the way his eyes are golden moon when he gets a glimpse, nothing but bliss in his head. Molly kisses at that chest, returning the feel of claws as he hears the thrumming of his heart in his ears, heat in his veins begging him to go faster, to fill Fjord like the man deserves. ]

Love you... fuck, you're such a sweet little thing for me. Maybe it's you that needs to be bred this time, hmm?

[ Molly isn't sure how he can still speak when his head is so full of want and need, but it just makes it all so much hotter. ]

[ Sweet little thing has him groaning loudly, turned-on by the shock of hearing something so unexpected. No one else has ever or would ever call him that, not even Caleb with his clever way of finagling out what Fjord needs to hear, and it has him arching beneath Molly to chase the sharp stab of pleasure jolting with Molly's thrusts. Gasping with his head thrown back, he rakes hard along lavender shoulders and starts to buck out of rhythm, chasing the rising wave of orgasm. ]

Molly! I, ohhh ... !

[ As he starts to come he tightens up around him and cinches his knees around Molly's hips, shuddering all over with the first wave of white that hits his belly and chest. The wail that leaves him fills the room, not even Molly's name but a guttural relief. ]

Edited 2021-07-15 17:50 (UTC)

[ Half-dazed red eyes highlight Molly's long lashes with their glow as he watches his lover, his mate, come apart underneath his hungry, deep thrusts. Claws scratching his back and the wail of Fjord's pleasure is bliss.

It doesn't take him more than a breath to follow, spilling himself deep inside the half-orc with a hiss of that pretty name on his lips. With the edging they had played with, the orgasm is stronger and it steals his air from his lungs, making Molly gasp and automatically roll his hips forward a bit just to keep it going.

Finally he runs out of strength, half-collapsing on top of Fjord with the most pleased purr. He's earned his break, okay? ]

[ It's a strange thing to feel, Molly coming inside him, but that makes it all the more memorable even without the strong emotional bond they share; Fjord arches up when he feels Molly gasp and lose control, fisting a hand in the back of purple hair to hold on better and watch it play out over that handsome face. He leans up to steal a kiss while Molly is too distracted to commit, rolling them onto their sides so they can stay connected but also lounge a lot more easily together, keen to keep touching Molly by running his hands down his tiefling's back and dropping kisses all down a purple neck.

For a while that's how Fjord remains, content to bask in the physical intimacy and the mess they have made, heartbeat slowly returning to normal as sweat cools on his skin. ]

[ Molly curls into Fjord's embrace, a mess of breath and a soft moan as they roll over. He's a little out of it for a moment, slowly brought back by kisses and fingers in his hair. Those red eyes meet gold and he smiles, reaching to run his fingers through that beard and beg a sweet kiss on the lips. ]

You are so good to me, love. This day is perfect.

That's because you're perfect.

[ It's incredibly sappy and said with a beaming smile, kissing Molly a moment before easing his hips away; Fjord gasps into his lover's mouth, somehow still surprised when it hurts a little. The come that slides free down his thigh has him wincing more though, hiding his head on Molly's shoulder. ]

Oh, god, that's ... unique.

[ Aww. Molly places a kiss on the top of Fjord's nose and then helps to separate them. ]

Mmm...

[ It's a nice feeling, if a little overstimulated. He notices that wince, though, and runs his fingers through that now pretty long hair. they should do this more often, so Fjord gets used to it and it doesn't hurt.

Then again, it was special because it was a rare treat.

The reaction to hot tiefling seed dripping out of him has Molly laughing, and he reaches to try to grab their stash of washcloths without leaving those sweet, safe arms. ]

On of my favorite things... but I don't come as much as you.

[ Fjord takes one of the washcloths to swipe away the worst, tossing it toward a bin and rolling in exhaustion onto his back. He leaves an arm open for him, yawning deeply with his eyes already beginning to close. ]

If you did, I'd be in trouble.

[ Molly snorts at that and then rolls into that familiar hold, the place where he fits so well that it might just be made for him. He sighs happily against Fjord's chest and presses a kiss at a green neck. ]

This has been the best date of my life.

Edited 2021-07-31 17:02 (UTC)

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