[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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.
[ 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.
[ Convinced by all of Molly's butterfly kisses, he settles in between his legs and loses his focus as it shifts to where he's guiding them together below. When he starts breaching that soft rim he rubs his cockhead there a few times just to let Molly know before sinking inside, and then it's hot oh god so tight so wet, he gasps and ducks his head, eyes screwed shut and arms planting either side of Molly to hold him up. He goes slow as instructed but it feels fucking incredible with every ridge eaten up, and he shudders with the effort of not fucking him in abandon. ]
[ Molly groans as he feels that cockhead push against him, relaxing more to let it push inside and stretch him wide. Fjord keeps feeding him that dick until he's overfull. With it buried to the hilt, Molly's whining and clinging hard to his lover, claws digging into his shoulders and head leaned back in a open-mouthed cry of pleasure. ]
Fuck, gods... you're so big, Fjord.
[ The ridges and bumps on it is already driving him nuts, and he loves every second of it. Being Fjord's. ]
Oh, love...
[ He groans again, hips moving down to greedily start to fuck himself on it. ]
[ A squark leaves his throat when Molly starts to move, laughter rumbling after it. ]
Damn ...
[ Once he gets his knees braced and can lean up to see the effect he has, he starts moving. Every stroke is bliss and he bites his own lip in between curses, long strokes ensuring Molly is loosened up properly to the swing of Fjord's hips, the slap of skin growing more forceful as he lapses into a rhythm that seems to work for both of them, unhurried and deep, learning what it's like to be inside Molly. ]
You okay?
[ He feels okay, but it's worth asking. He can only hold onto his stride for so long, keen to give Molly the kind of intense session burning up, ready to go, in Fjord's blood. ]
[ He laughs, face bright with joy and pleasure. It burns and it is a bit too much at first, but the more his lover moves, the better it feels. It's like a dream, knowing that Fjord is the one fucking him, inside him, making him feel so damn good. ]
I love it, fuck... you're perfect, love.
[ Absolutely perfect, only needing to cant his hips slightly and immediately cry out in pleasure. ]
[ Molly's glee sifts into Fjord's and he grins, sharing his disbelief. He watches every play of pleasure over that expressive face and can't resist kissing him, humming happily as he smiles. ]
You too.
[ Climbing onto his hands for leverage (and a nicer view), he starts working his hips to chase Molly's pleasure as his own continues to build, loving the way it feels inside that tight velvety ass. He brings his knees closer to change the angle, wanting to find that special little spot inside that Molly loves so much, which really isn't a chore in the slightest when he gets to fuck him while doing it, working him over his dick in grinding circles. ]
[ Seeing Fjord move over him is so hot and exciting, any private fantasies nothing as good as the real thing. He mewls at each thrust filling his body so well, and moves his legs to circle Fjord, perfecting that angle that makes him tremble from how good it is. ]
Yes, yes, fuck...!
[ Molly's definitely fully hard again, each deep push of that cock against his prostate drawing forth a bead of precum from the deep purple tip. He feels so much at once - pleasure, fondness, completion... pure happiness. He wants to stay in this bubble of joy forever. ]
Leave marks on me, Fjord. Make everyone know I'm yours.
[ There are sounds Molly drags out of him like replies to those mewls, deep growls that rumble free on accident like they do in battles when under strain, and they gain volume as Molly begs to be marked up. Fjord surges down to clamp a lovebite on the curve of a shoulder, teeth and tusks kneading in firmly to bruise, leaving their lasting echoes for the next few days. It's as he loses his focus on holding off that his thrusts grow harder and he drags Molly closer, the tiefling's dick rubbing against a green belly as he's fucked the way Fjord has been day-dreaming of for weeks, so good at taking the thick cock driving desperately into his heat.
More bites litter higher up Molly's throat, switching to the other side as Fjord nuzzles from one pulse-point to another; a red eye on a strained tendon prompts a snarl and he bites over that, laving it with his tongue to paint it in a kiss and make it go away. ]
[ Molly feels each bite and bruise send thrills through his body, mixing the pleasure with little, sweet pinpricks of pain - and it makes him feel so good. With those tusks it promises unique blooms of dark purple for days, and everyone will know someone gave him those. Someone claimed him as theirs.
It's strange, wanting to belong like that. He's not a possessive person, but part of him... it wants to show off who makes him feel so good. Who he comes home to.
The half-orc's harder thrusts makes him hiss 'yes' between his teeth, the feel of his trapped cock rubbing against those abs leaving a slick mess from precome and oil. Fjord is wild and wonderful in one, and Molly's already on his way towards another crest.
He gasps in surprise at the bite and kiss over that red eye on his neck. The part of Lucien. Fjord wants to cover that up in a bruise and it's such a good, sweet thing in the middle of hungry fucking. ]
[ He has a suspicion about his refractory period and he's keen to try it out. Now seems the best time to bring it up (haha) so when he lifts his head from leaving a bruise over that horrid red tattoo he slows his pace enough to find the breath to speak, looming over the pretty sight of Molly enjoying his dick. ]
I was thinking, [ maybe he should have saved this for when he wasn't panting, oh well, ] I don't always want to come twice, maybe if we, ahh, [ godhefeelssogoodaroundmycockholyshit, ] if we draw this out, I won't.
[ He kisses him slowly, loving that he can be inside Molly twice at once and imitating the drag of his dick with his tongue. ]
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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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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. ]
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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.
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Not Lucien. Just Molly. ]
I always will be.
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(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. ]
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You're not hard yet though, I was going to eat you out awhile.
[ To help him along! ]
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[ 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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[ Convinced by all of Molly's butterfly kisses, he settles in between his legs and loses his focus as it shifts to where he's guiding them together below. When he starts breaching that soft rim he rubs his cockhead there a few times just to let Molly know before sinking inside, and then it's hot oh god so tight so wet, he gasps and ducks his head, eyes screwed shut and arms planting either side of Molly to hold him up. He goes slow as instructed but it feels fucking incredible with every ridge eaten up, and he shudders with the effort of not fucking him in abandon. ]
Molls ...
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Fuck, gods... you're so big, Fjord.
[ The ridges and bumps on it is already driving him nuts, and he loves every second of it. Being Fjord's. ]
Oh, love...
[ He groans again, hips moving down to greedily start to fuck himself on it. ]
Move, baby, take me.
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Damn ...
[ Once he gets his knees braced and can lean up to see the effect he has, he starts moving. Every stroke is bliss and he bites his own lip in between curses, long strokes ensuring Molly is loosened up properly to the swing of Fjord's hips, the slap of skin growing more forceful as he lapses into a rhythm that seems to work for both of them, unhurried and deep, learning what it's like to be inside Molly. ]
You okay?
[ He feels okay, but it's worth asking. He can only hold onto his stride for so long, keen to give Molly the kind of intense session burning up, ready to go, in Fjord's blood. ]
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[ He laughs, face bright with joy and pleasure. It burns and it is a bit too much at first, but the more his lover moves, the better it feels. It's like a dream, knowing that Fjord is the one fucking him, inside him, making him feel so damn good. ]
I love it, fuck... you're perfect, love.
[ Absolutely perfect, only needing to cant his hips slightly and immediately cry out in pleasure. ]
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You too.
[ Climbing onto his hands for leverage (and a nicer view), he starts working his hips to chase Molly's pleasure as his own continues to build, loving the way it feels inside that tight velvety ass. He brings his knees closer to change the angle, wanting to find that special little spot inside that Molly loves so much, which really isn't a chore in the slightest when he gets to fuck him while doing it, working him over his dick in grinding circles. ]
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Yes, yes, fuck...!
[ Molly's definitely fully hard again, each deep push of that cock against his prostate drawing forth a bead of precum from the deep purple tip. He feels so much at once - pleasure, fondness, completion... pure happiness. He wants to stay in this bubble of joy forever. ]
Leave marks on me, Fjord. Make everyone know I'm yours.
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More bites litter higher up Molly's throat, switching to the other side as Fjord nuzzles from one pulse-point to another; a red eye on a strained tendon prompts a snarl and he bites over that, laving it with his tongue to paint it in a kiss and make it go away. ]
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It's strange, wanting to belong like that. He's not a possessive person, but part of him... it wants to show off who makes him feel so good. Who he comes home to.
The half-orc's harder thrusts makes him hiss 'yes' between his teeth, the feel of his trapped cock rubbing against those abs leaving a slick mess from precome and oil. Fjord is wild and wonderful in one, and Molly's already on his way towards another crest.
He gasps in surprise at the bite and kiss over that red eye on his neck. The part of Lucien. Fjord wants to cover that up in a bruise and it's such a good, sweet thing in the middle of hungry fucking. ]
Oh, love...
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I was thinking, [ maybe he should have saved this for when he wasn't panting, oh well, ] I don't always want to come twice, maybe if we, ahh, [ godhefeelssogoodaroundmycockholyshit, ] if we draw this out, I won't.
[ He kisses him slowly, loving that he can be inside Molly twice at once and imitating the drag of his dick with his tongue. ]
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