[ The laugh makes him smile, looking up as he brushes Molly's hair behind his horns. Most of Fjord lies atop the tiefling but his hips remain canted away because he isn't sure how forward they want to be. If that's even a consideration Molly is having; Fjord is thinking far too much and not at all in the same breath. The hands in his hair are so nice ... ]
I don't know what I'm doing.
[ It comes out chagrined and self-conscious, tracing the curve of a horn with an idle finger. ]
That's fine... I don't know what I'm doing, either. I just... I like this.
[ He nuzzles his face against the half-orc, begging another small kiss. He's definitely not unaffected by all of this, even if he's uncertain if he should hide the hint of boner.
Molly sighs softly, stroking his friend's cheek and letting his hand wander to a pointed ear. ]
[ He's all prepped to say something similarly supportive but the touch to his ear, sensitive and erogenous, evokes a shudder that buckles his hips down as Fjord sucks in a breath. It's accidental and reflexive. Unplanned. Just like the automatic grind to get closer which moments later stutters again as he tries to angle his far too hard cock away from Molly's body. ]
Shit, sorry.
[ If asked, he won't even know why he's apologising; because he didn't mean to do it or didn't ask if it was okay? He just looks embarrassed from being so worked up. ]
[ That push down makes the tiefling's happy purrs turn into a moan, feeling how hard Fjord is against him. He wants, and Molly's never good at resisting desires, rocking back immediately.
He stops as soon as Fjord curses and apologizes like that, chuckling slightly before he shakes his head. ]
[ Molly's moans have him shivering inside, gripping the blankets in fists so he doesn't give that away. ]
What do you —? What should I —?
[ If this was anyone else he would know what to do, how to act and where to move. But this is his friend, it's Molly and Lucien is a million miles away while Fjord is panting over someone he cares about so much he can't think straight.
Hah.
That old kernel of insecurity bubbles up and out. ]
[ Molly promises, leaning their foreheads together again for a moment. ]
We're friends. If you want, we can be a little more.
[ They're both emotionally compromised and desperate for distractions and affirming they're safe and loved and real. It might be a bad idea, but also... why not?
Why not. ]
I know what you said before, though. This can be it; just us, being sweet.
[ The kiss helps him relax, shoulders sagging. He hums into the warm press of those lips and noses at Molly's cheek, breathing steadying out the longer that goes on. ]
I like it, the way we ... the way we fit together. [ His face feels hot admitting that. ] Can we stay like this a while? Just ...
[ Trying to use actions instead of flawed words, he leans away to sink down beside Molly and slide a leg over the tiefling's, arms still around him. Less overtly sexual but still cosy. Fjord runs a hand up into soft wavy hair, gathering it at a nape. His gaze lingers on the middle-distance between them, seeing other experiences. ]
I don't want to forget it's you, not even for a second to ... you know.
[ Molly smiles, moving with Fjord so that they can stay close while cuddling, but in a less precarious position. He presses another kiss against the half-orc's forehead, purring softly. ]
I'm me, Fjord. I'm going to be me for as long as I can, and this place is giving me that option for now. So as long as we're here, I'm never leaving you.
[ He rubs his fingers against that nice beard, eyes glowing against his lashes as he glances down at Fjord's chest. ]
It's a weird place and it might be pushing us further together because of all these things and that it's only us, but... I've always found you a ridiculously attractive man, and you're a wonderful friend. Feelings are weird, but I just need you to know that.
[ It's the most reassured he's felt since they arrived on the island. Fjord wraps Molly up in his arms and kisses him on the forehead, right on the base of each horn then in the middle, nuzzling his hair. ]
I love you, Molls. I'm always here for you too.
[ If Molly lets himself be cuddled, Fjord will slowly start to fall asleep with Molly ensconced safely in his arms. Far from Lucien. ]
[ Molly can't stop smiling, more than happy to be held like this while Fjord starts to doze off. It feels like they're reached some kind of level of friendship he doesn't know what to call, but it's almost as close as his and Yasha's.
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I don't know what I'm doing.
[ It comes out chagrined and self-conscious, tracing the curve of a horn with an idle finger. ]
What are you thinking?
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[ He nuzzles his face against the half-orc, begging another small kiss. He's definitely not unaffected by all of this, even if he's uncertain if he should hide the hint of boner.
Molly sighs softly, stroking his friend's cheek and letting his hand wander to a pointed ear. ]
I'm not thinking at all. Just feeling things.
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[ He's all prepped to say something similarly supportive but the touch to his ear, sensitive and erogenous, evokes a shudder that buckles his hips down as Fjord sucks in a breath. It's accidental and reflexive. Unplanned. Just like the automatic grind to get closer which moments later stutters again as he tries to angle his far too hard cock away from Molly's body. ]
Shit, sorry.
[ If asked, he won't even know why he's apologising; because he didn't mean to do it or didn't ask if it was okay? He just looks embarrassed from being so worked up. ]
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He stops as soon as Fjord curses and apologizes like that, chuckling slightly before he shakes his head. ]
It's okay.
[ He says, low and soft. ]
This feels nice, too.
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What do you —? What should I —?
[ If this was anyone else he would know what to do, how to act and where to move. But this is his friend, it's Molly and Lucien is a million miles away while Fjord is panting over someone he cares about so much he can't think straight.
Hah.
That old kernel of insecurity bubbles up and out. ]
I don't want to fuck up.
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[ Molly promises, leaning their foreheads together again for a moment. ]
We're friends. If you want, we can be a little more.
[ They're both emotionally compromised and desperate for distractions and affirming they're safe and loved and real. It might be a bad idea, but also... why not?
Why not. ]
I know what you said before, though. This can be it; just us, being sweet.
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[ He closes his eyes, guilty in a way he'll never shake. ]
I would hate to be the reason I lost you a second time, all over again.
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[ Molly gives Fjord another kiss; sweeter and soothing. ]
You're not going to lose me. We don't have to do anything if you feel it might be awkward or weird, but losing me? Nah.
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I like it, the way we ... the way we fit together. [ His face feels hot admitting that. ] Can we stay like this a while? Just ...
[ Trying to use actions instead of flawed words, he leans away to sink down beside Molly and slide a leg over the tiefling's, arms still around him. Less overtly sexual but still cosy. Fjord runs a hand up into soft wavy hair, gathering it at a nape. His gaze lingers on the middle-distance between them, seeing other experiences. ]
I don't want to forget it's you, not even for a second to ... you know.
[ Get off. ]
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[ Molly smiles, moving with Fjord so that they can stay close while cuddling, but in a less precarious position. He presses another kiss against the half-orc's forehead, purring softly. ]
I'm me, Fjord. I'm going to be me for as long as I can, and this place is giving me that option for now. So as long as we're here, I'm never leaving you.
[ He rubs his fingers against that nice beard, eyes glowing against his lashes as he glances down at Fjord's chest. ]
It's a weird place and it might be pushing us further together because of all these things and that it's only us, but... I've always found you a ridiculously attractive man, and you're a wonderful friend. Feelings are weird, but I just need you to know that.
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I love you, Molls. I'm always here for you too.
[ If Molly lets himself be cuddled, Fjord will slowly start to fall asleep with Molly ensconced safely in his arms. Far from Lucien. ]
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'Love' is such a strong word, but as friends? ]
I love you too. Get some more rest.