lusi | ( fjord's perma-catchall )

[ 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. ]

Ah...

[ 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.

Here ... ?

[ 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. ]

There!

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

I can argue without getting en- ah!

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

Gonna... gonna come if you do that, baby.

[ 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. ]

[ Did he hear that right? No. That's such a ... No, that's not what Molly meant, he was just loving living in the moment of getting pleasured out of his mind, that's all. He even said 'I love this'. That's all he intended to say, words are funny things when you're ready to come.

I love you.

He coughs after the first swallow, pulling back to let the rest hit his cheek and beard, dripping down his throat. Molly is a wreck beneath him as he rides out the last press of Fjord's fingers before they slip away and clean off their oiliness on the blankets; sweaty and panting with a spent cock, legs spread for him, the sight of the red-eyed tiefling evokes an answer from somewhere in Fjord's chest that isn't ready to be dredged up; he feels his reply snag and hook in his ribs but it won't pass his lips.

Fjord lies down beside him, sliding a hand up Molly's side to coax him around into a cuddle and awaiting kisses, languorous and claiming.

I love y—

It won't leave his head, bouncing around his skull, so he tries to say it without words, instead. ]

[ Molly barely knows what he almost said at first, all his thoughts feeling like they're leaking out of his ears from how good he feels. He's such a mess, curls tangled in his horns and red eyes a little glazed when he opens them to look up at Fjord.

That's when he remembers what he almost let spill, and there's immediately a darker violet flush on his face as he's being sweetly kissed and held by his lover. His boyfriend, as they said. It's a lot, and he doesn't know how to react other than leaning in for another hot, searing kiss.

Molly's not able to say it out loud, too unsure how feelings work, uncertain what he feels... but he can show his fondness like this. ]

You're so good to me, love.

[ Gathering Molly up in his arms where he's safe and sound, naked and cosy together, it's all he wants. As his kisses roam down a jaw and back up to recapture those gasping lips, he slides a leg in between Molly's to let his weight sink forward, the hot line of his erection trapped in the crease of a lavender hip. It's just to be as close as possible, wanting to show him how much he makes him burn.

Not Lucien. Just Molly. ]

I always will be.

[ Molly's so stupidly happy right now, wrapping his arms around Fjord's shoulders and deepening sweet kisses. The words strike such good things in him, feeling like they're real.

(Part of him always feels that if he's not real and will become Lucien again, then 'always' is frightfully short.)

It's still so wonderfully comforting, though, and makes him purr against those lips, tail wrapping around a leg and one hand sliding down to touch that hard cock at his side. Wanting. ]

I want to be good to you, too. Take the oil, slick yourself up. I think I can take you now.

[ Fingered and relaxed after that orgasm, it should be a lot easier. ]

[ He loves it when Molly curls around him like he's the only person in the world, the tail snaking around his leg drawing out a smile. Hunting down the vial in the blankets isn't difficult, tilting his hips away from Molly to do as instructed, breath hitching as he slicks himself carefully, not wanting to hurt him. He felt how tight he was and is all too aware of being bigger than two fingers. ]

You're not hard yet though, I was going to eat you out awhile.

[ To help him along! ]

...oh gods, you're such a treasure.

[ Molly purrs, still surprised when Fjord showed such adorable sides. He cared so much more about Molly than himself and that was so strange but wonderful. It makes him want to be the same, even if he knows he's mostly a greedy asshole.

The tiefling leans up for another sweet kiss, smiling against those tusks. ]

I'll get hard as soon as you're in me, I'm sure of that. I want you so much, Fjord. I can't wait any more.

[ There's another kiss, less sweet and more hungry. ]

I'm relaxed, so it should be easy to just push in. Slowly.

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