[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ !! 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 leans his head back with a groan as Fjord lovingly plays with him, a smile on his face and a quiver through his body at the introduction of a beard against sensitive skin. Then those fingers starts to wander and he smiles up at his lover, encouraging. ]
Yes, just like that, just perfect...
[ A finger sinks in and there's a soft moan and a rock against that digit at once, adoring the fact that Fjord is learning with him. ]
You're doing so well, love, so... ah yes, right there! That texture, feel it? That's what feels so good.
[ Fjord has always been too inquisitive for his own good. He leans over Molly to see his reaction as his fingertip rubs over that slight bump inside a hot channel, firmer and faster.
[ On the same wavelength, he lets up the pressure and goes back to sinking that finger deeper, stretching him out; a second probes at the entrance, seeing if Molly wants another. Fjord sinks down to kiss him, slow and languid like the movement of his hand. ]
You're beautiful like this, Molly.
[ He won't say it outside their bedroom, but. It's a permanent addiction, knowing he can have any part of him and finally getting to is a high of its own, trying to be gentle without being hesitant all in a bid to make sure Molly knows he's worth his time like this. Fjord can learn and give him everything he wants, he's sure of it. ]
[ The lavender tiefling moans out his pleasure and joy, nodding as he feels the next finger asking entrance. He's greedy, but also doesn't want to go too quickly and possibly worry Fjord when they finally join.
Those words make him beam, somehow able to preen and show off even when on his way to wrecked by those thick fingers. Part of him wants to say he's pretty all the time, but even he gets that it has a deeper meaning. ]
You're doing so good, love. A natural at every touch, I'll never get enough of you.
[ A look of skepticism comes over him but it's tinged with a smirk as he leans in close. ]
I'll remember you said that the next time you argue with me.
[ He works Molly open on a single digit with the promise of a second ready whenever he can accept it, pressing without forcing. Looming over him, Fjord kisses a scarred chest, following the marks instead of the tattoos from one side to another, filling Molly with shallow thrusts. ]
[ He arches against Fjord again, reaching to grasp at his hair as that mouth places kisses along the scars. Some have no feeling and others are sensitive, easily found by the gasps as green lips press over them. ]
Fjord, gods...
[ Molly does his best to relax, feeling that finger stretch him out more so it can accept the next one. He grips tightly around the teasing digit to show just how he'll feel around the waiting cock, soft, slick and burning hot. ]
[ Mapping out which scars still have nerve-endings is a slow process but one he commits to, happy to nuzzle his way from one to the next and drag his tusks around hard nipples, meandering around all that lovely lavender skin as Molly shakes and moans. When he can sink a second finger inside he groans at how tight he feels and looks up, carefully fucking him so that Molly can set the pace as he starts to loosen up. The sway and lift of those hips is mesmerisingly erotic, drawing his attention down to the cock going neglected. ]
This should help.
[ Steadying the base with his free hand, he mouths over the tip and feeds the hard shaft past his tusks to the awaiting tongue beyond, flicking under the crown at the sensitive spots he remembers. He's spent around a month getting familiar with Molly's dick, it's pretty and slim and fits easily in Fjord's distracted mouth: pressure rubs over the ridges of the shaft, dull and firm from his encircling thumb to match the rocking force of two fingers inside Molly's body. ]
[ Every part of him is being loved by that mouth and tongue, and Molly's heart is so stupidly full when Fjord takes his time to map out how each thin slice makes him feel. It's all sow and sweet but a the same time driving him crazy.
When the second finger breeches him Molly takes a deep breath and then exhales Fjord's name with awe, loving how full he feels already. Two fingers weren't near that cock that was waiting for him, but he's had people with smaller dicks than two half-orc fingers.
His hard and leaking cock was almost forgotten by the tiefling, too lost in all the other sensations as Fjord was taking him apart with every new touch. Feeling hands on it and then the welcoming heat of that perfect mouth is making him quiver, so happy and overwhelmed in one. ]
Oh, oh.... oh gods, Fjord!
[ Molly keens, digging his fingers in deeper into that hair and trying to not thrust his hips up into that mouth. It's so good, so much and he eventually has to gently pull his lover off his cock. ]
[ The look Fjord gives him when Molly tugs him off brims with a challenge and he defiantly laves over the slit of that sticky crown. ]
Then come, I'll just get you hard again. We've got the whole night.
[ Holding eye-contact as he starts to seal his lips around the tip, he continues to fuck him with his fingers and rubs glancingly over that small bump he learned about, just to keep Molly fired up. ]
[ Fjord is absolutely going to kill him. Those wide-blown cat eyes, looking up at him? The way he licks around his head before taking him in? Those fingers? ]
Fuck, I love this, I love this, I love y-
[ It doesn't take him long at all to tip over, the relentless fingers in him and just the way his lover looks driving him to his peak. Molly cries out Fjord's name loud enough that the whole house must hear him, and he couldn't care less.
His flushes cock pulses in that pretty mouth and Molly feels high from the rush of pleasure floating through him. ]
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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...
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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. ]
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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? ]
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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.
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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That's it, love. It's perfect.
[ He smiles again. ]
Go on.
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So, uh ...
[ Nerves make him joke. ]
Lie back and think of Wildemount?
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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.
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[ !! 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. ]
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[ Molly leans his head back with a groan as Fjord lovingly plays with him, a smile on his face and a quiver through his body at the introduction of a beard against sensitive skin. Then those fingers starts to wander and he smiles up at his lover, encouraging. ]
Yes, just like that, just perfect...
[ A finger sinks in and there's a soft moan and a rock against that digit at once, adoring the fact that Fjord is learning with him. ]
You're doing so well, love, so... ah yes, right there! That texture, feel it? That's what feels so good.
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[ Fjord has always been too inquisitive for his own good. He leans over Molly to see his reaction as his fingertip rubs over that slight bump inside a hot channel, firmer and faster.
So much power. ]
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[ Molly cries out in agreement and pleasure, clinging to whatever he could grab and arching closer to his lover. His Fjord. ]
Right there, oh fuck, yes... n-not too much, it can be over - ah! - overwhelming.
[ Like playing with a clit, only internal. ]
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You're beautiful like this, Molly.
[ He won't say it outside their bedroom, but. It's a permanent addiction, knowing he can have any part of him and finally getting to is a high of its own, trying to be gentle without being hesitant all in a bid to make sure Molly knows he's worth his time like this. Fjord can learn and give him everything he wants, he's sure of it. ]
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Those words make him beam, somehow able to preen and show off even when on his way to wrecked by those thick fingers. Part of him wants to say he's pretty all the time, but even he gets that it has a deeper meaning. ]
You're doing so good, love. A natural at every touch, I'll never get enough of you.
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I'll remember you said that the next time you argue with me.
[ He works Molly open on a single digit with the promise of a second ready whenever he can accept it, pressing without forcing. Looming over him, Fjord kisses a scarred chest, following the marks instead of the tattoos from one side to another, filling Molly with shallow thrusts. ]
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[ He arches against Fjord again, reaching to grasp at his hair as that mouth places kisses along the scars. Some have no feeling and others are sensitive, easily found by the gasps as green lips press over them. ]
Fjord, gods...
[ Molly does his best to relax, feeling that finger stretch him out more so it can accept the next one. He grips tightly around the teasing digit to show just how he'll feel around the waiting cock, soft, slick and burning hot. ]
Next one. Fuck, I can't wait to feel you in me.
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This should help.
[ Steadying the base with his free hand, he mouths over the tip and feeds the hard shaft past his tusks to the awaiting tongue beyond, flicking under the crown at the sensitive spots he remembers. He's spent around a month getting familiar with Molly's dick, it's pretty and slim and fits easily in Fjord's distracted mouth: pressure rubs over the ridges of the shaft, dull and firm from his encircling thumb to match the rocking force of two fingers inside Molly's body. ]
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When the second finger breeches him Molly takes a deep breath and then exhales Fjord's name with awe, loving how full he feels already. Two fingers weren't near that cock that was waiting for him, but he's had people with smaller dicks than two half-orc fingers.
His hard and leaking cock was almost forgotten by the tiefling, too lost in all the other sensations as Fjord was taking him apart with every new touch. Feeling hands on it and then the welcoming heat of that perfect mouth is making him quiver, so happy and overwhelmed in one. ]
Oh, oh.... oh gods, Fjord!
[ Molly keens, digging his fingers in deeper into that hair and trying to not thrust his hips up into that mouth. It's so good, so much and he eventually has to gently pull his lover off his cock. ]
Gonna... gonna come if you do that, baby.
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Then come, I'll just get you hard again. We've got the whole night.
[ Holding eye-contact as he starts to seal his lips around the tip, he continues to fuck him with his fingers and rubs glancingly over that small bump he learned about, just to keep Molly fired up. ]
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Fuck, I love this, I love this, I love y-
[ It doesn't take him long at all to tip over, the relentless fingers in him and just the way his lover looks driving him to his peak. Molly cries out Fjord's name loud enough that the whole house must hear him, and he couldn't care less.
His flushes cock pulses in that pretty mouth and Molly feels high from the rush of pleasure floating through him. ]
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