lusi | ( fjord's perma-catchall )

[ The impromptu party that happens when Beau gets to the Neinhaus snowballs into the night, he heads out at one point with his credits (and some off Molly) to find some alcohol and decent food, bringing back greasy carbs for them all to indulge in. Fjord feels energised by having his best friend around, thoroughly enjoying how Beau yells and hoots her way into their life; it's as if all the Nein are really going to turn up, eventually. Fucksville, as Molly calls it, is better weathered with all of them together ... and even Essek is here now. Despite the weird frisson between him and Caleb, Fjord can tell the wizards are relieved to see each other again (stubborn idiots).

It's a good mood to go to bed in. Once the night starts to get a little too long in the teeth and the tipsiness from the drinks is wearing off, Fjord declares he's for sleep and glances over to Molly, too buzzed not to hold out a hand.

Beau can roast him in the morning. ]

Come on, you lush, before we have to carry you upstairs.

[ Molly's having a great time, drinking and bickering with Beau until he's half-off the chair from both the buzz and the laughter. He smiles at Fjord when the half-orc speaks to him, reaching his hands up at his lover with a grin. ]

Carry me anywaaaay~!

[ There's amusement and something more fiery in his look, his smile 'innocent' and promising in one. ]

You're carrying yourself halfway there without me.

[ Fjord slings an arm around Molly's waist and it has the nostalgia of going up to their old rooms at taverns as he helps him upstairs, ensuring he doesn't trip on his own tail. Once their bedroom door closes behind them he obeys the swooning tipsiness in his own hot blood and backs Molly up against it, grinning nose-to-nose. ]

Are you drunk?

[ Molly fake-pouts at first and waves to their friends before he heads up with the half-orc. As much as he loved having Caleb in the bed with them, he kind of missed the nights when it was just Fjord and him.

Once they're up in the room and Fjord pushes him against the door, Molly's smiling fondly as their nose boop a little. ]

No, just full of joy.

[ Tipsy but mostly just happy. Excited from all the chatter and joking. It feels nice, to have a moment to themselves.

Leaning in, Molly steals a kiss. ]

[ Caleb will get sneaky kisses at breakfast before Essek can see, tonight is all about the lights in red eyes and soft violet lips under Fjord's. The kiss sends his hands winding around Molly to roam up and down his back, one settling on a hip as the other keeps him reeled close off the door; it's slow and a little messy, tasting like fruity island alcohol, but what he loves most is the wet heat of Molly opening up for him to drink down as deeply as he pleases.

Most of the time it feels like Molly is flitting about with everyone but him, so this is ... nice. ]

[ Each kiss makes Molly's chest feel so nice and full, and he can't stop the smiling. He might flit around with all kinds of people, but this was something special. Something more that just sparks another part of him full of joy.

Was this what having a steady lover was like?

Molly meets those kisses hungrily, purring as he lets his hands wander down over a thick chest. Nimble fingers sink under Fjord's shirt to feel the skin and muscle there, raking nails though thick hair. ]

I want you...

[ A shiver goes through him with Molly's words, humming his agreement. The nails down his chest have him simmering with arousal and he can't stop groping his way around Molly's hips and ass, dragging him in so he's trapped flush against the door with the evidence of how hot Fjord is starting to feel. Molly is so obliging and soft in unexpected places; Fjord knows them well by now, but he hasn't been inside him yet. The notion of it makes his cheeks burn and his gaze dilate as he looks at him. ]

I want you too. I want to feel you around me, Molly.

[ With a heavy grind against the door, he holds eye-contact and exhales unsteadily. ]

I want to love you tonight.

[ He loves the way they fit together when Fjord pulls him in and traps him like that against the door, filling is whole world with Fjord's body and scent. He moans against those tusks, hands moving to the half-orc's back.

How can a man both be adorable and intensely hot at the same time when he blushes like that? Fjord is such a multifaceted man.

Molly whines his agreement against a green neck, and then leas his head back so that they are eye-to-eye when Fjord says that. ]

Fuck, baby. What kind of... gods, yes, love me.

Baby. I'll show you baby, come here!

[ He's going to scoop Molly up and take the few steps over to the bed before dumping him there, unceremonious and grinning. He wastes no time in knocking apart Molly's legs and crawling up between them to kiss him down, if allowed. ]

[ Molly squeaks a laugh as he's lifted and tossed on the bed, grinning back at his idiot lover. There's no hesitation at all to spread his legs wide as Fjord comes to settle between them, hands reaching up to grab beard and hair to meet that kiss again. ]

Clothes!

[ He says through kisses and chuckles, trying to awkwardly wiggle off a boot. ]

Yes, you wear too many.

[ Those bloody boots! He sits back to unlace and yank them off, tossing them back into the room with a couple of curses for good measure. While he's on his knees he pulls off his shirt to send it the same way before sinking back down for another kiss, fevered and happy between smiles. It's a race to get naked and he's his own worst enemy, nuzzling into every new patch of skin on offer as adrenaline sends him hard with dizzyingly quick effect. ]

[ Molly takes the moment of surprisingly sweet boot unlacing to rid himself of his coat and doublet, shaking it off and pushing them on the floor before he's kissed again, feeling Fjord nuzzle at his mostly exposed chest from the low hem of his somewhat threadbare shirt.

That thicc chest is on display for him as well, and there are hands all over it at once, sliding between those pecs and the soft-but-cut abs, courtesy of Fjord's goddess. Between his forked tongue licking into that mouth at every kiss and lips playing with the tusks, he's lost in the feeling of Fjord. ]

Pants...

[ Being touched so hungrily lights him on fire, panting in between kissing Molly and his chest as they romp on the bed, uselessly eager and impatient. He can barely think with Molly mouthing at his tusks, he wants to bite him all over. ]

Oh, I'll get them, shall I? Princess.

[ He rolls them onto their sides and reaches around to unbutton the back of Molly's pants but he doesn't get further than shoving them down because, oho, there's a lovely tail for him to stroke right at the root. With Molly snug against the front of him as they move together, Fjord decides some overstimulation may teach him a lesson and kisses him hard, rocking and palming at him from both sides; a cocktail of sensations. Ha. ]

[ Molly's all laughs and teasing until Fjord has that hand on his tail. It draws a soft moan out of him, and he couldn't possibly get any harder than he is right now, lost in the touches. He shakes as soon as those fingers start stroking the soft skin at the base in a way that drives him crazy.

The kiss takes his breath away and then Fjord tires to kill him by simulating him from all sides at once. Molly whines and groans into those deep kisses, so responsive and sensitive to each rock of those hips.

Fuck, how long had he wanted this? Ever since their last unfinished romp? Ever since they fucking met? ]

[ The pride in his chest swells as Molly lapses into shaking moans, rutting into a hard line with his own erection so that he's reluctant to stop, squeezing on every upstroke to a tail's base. He's going to be inside him, going to feel Molly's infernal heat around his cock, but for now the foreplay is utterly delightful with those long legs splayed wide just for him. Molly is always one to put on a good show, even by accident when he can't help it.

The kisses only break so he can see him better, voice a rumble. ]

Every time you let another man have you, you should know I hate them a little. Just so you know.

[ Molly's a mess under Fjord's touch and he's loving every second of it. He smiles up at the half-orc, eyes heavy-lidded and lips a little bruised by the way he bites them at the rut of that cock against him. His curls are a mess around his horns and he's just so fucking happy.

Those red eyes focus on Fjord's face when the half-orc speaks, and he looks both amused and soft in one. He always suspected Fjord wasn't wholly okay with an open relationship. ]

Hate them all you want, love. You're the one I come home to.

You're the one coming home with me, after this.

[ After the island, he's taking Molly back to Wildemount. Fjord will fight the Augur if he has to, he's stupidly loyal and in love enough not to be afraid. ]

Now, pants off. Together.

[ One last smooch and he rolls away to deal with his own trousers, dragging them down as he kicks his legs into the air to free himself. So graceful. ]

[ Molly steals another kiss at that, because yes, yes, he wants that. He wants to come back home and be Fjord's there, too. Luciens be damned.

The 'pants off' command is eagerly followed, squirming off the colorful leggings. There's a wet spot on them that he has to fix later, but for now it frees his achingly hard cock and makes him groan with relief.

Looking over at Fjord, he chuckles and then helps by tugging a bit as well, hungry to see him fully naked. ]

[ His trousers go flying with both of them working on yanking them off; the bedroom is a warzone of scattered clothing. None of that matters as he reaches for Molly to pull him in for a kiss, running a hand all over that naked lavender skin from shoulders to knee and back again, detouring around his thighs to drag one over his hip. Gods, he wants him. He's far too hard and one out of two orgasms away from having any real thinking capacity. ]

I might be awful at this, as a disclaimer. You need to tell me what to do so I don't hurt you.

[ He'll bury his tongue in Molly's ass if the guy wants, Fjord just needs a direction to reach their endgame. ]

[ He leans into that kiss with a moan, even missing the few seconds they were apart. Hands roam over Fjord as well, loving the way the skin and the muscle feels under his touch. Gods, it's addictive.

Fjord already looks wrecked and they haven't even started the main course yet, and Molly reaches for the oil he kept under the pillow - kept there just for the idea of this possibility.

...and as lovely as that tongue is, there was no way he was going to fit that gorgeous cock inside himself with only that. Instead he holds the vial out to his lover. ]

Warm it a bit in your hand and then slick up a finger until it's nice and slippery.

[ He has no problem helping out and explaining what to do. In fact, it makes it even hotter to know that he hasn't done this much... or ever. ]

Okay ...

[ Hope Molly expects Fjord to sit up and rub the vial between his hands because that is exactly what this himbo does with a look of intense concentration, wanting to feel how warm the liquid gets inside. ]

[ There's a pang of affection in Molly's chest as he sees how seriously the half-orc takes it. Even sitting up and focusing! He wants to kiss the man senseless, but that would be rather unproductive right now. He sways his tail as Fjord works instead, showing how happy he's making him. ]

That's it, love. It's perfect.

[ He smiles again. ]

Go on.

[ Rubrubrub! It feels warm enough so he upends some on his right hand, smearing it around. It's so messy. ]

So, uh ...

[ Nerves make him joke. ]

Lie back and think of Wildemount?

[ Molly breaks into laughter at that, giggling so hard that it makes him hiccup. He's so happy right now that it's boiling over into laughter. ]

Oh, love... you're a treasure.

[ Smiling up at the half-orc, he then spreads his legs further so he has room to explore. ]

Now slick the rim a bit with those fingers, and then work one carefully inside.

I feel like I've never had sex before.

[ !! He runs a hand up one of Molly's inner thighs to coax it to splay wider, dropping a kiss right on the seam of his leg so a tickle of beard is felt. Then his attention zones sideways and he starts slicking him up, glancing between that little hole and Molly's face, two fingertips rolling in circles before one starts to ease in.

His brain melts a little with how erotic that looks and he curls his finger as he rubs past a knuckle, testing how far Molly wants it. ]

( molly; & then there were 5 neins)

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