[ Smiling into the kisses that melt into the way they move together, he picks up the pace and slips his hand on a horn down the middle of a scarred chest, loosely taking hold of Molly's softened cock. He doesn't stroke but there's pressure, a teasing squeeze over the tip.
Lips breathe over Molly's, brushing back and forth. ]
I'm going to do this to you in every bed on Wildemount.
[ It feels like he's full of warmth, not just from that dick driving him crazy, but everywhere else, too. Molly could lose himself in this, just stop every thought and only exist for this moment of them together...
I'm going to do this to you in every bed on Wildemount.
Something cracks a bit in Molly's chest this time, spilling joy, love and fear in one - a muddled mess of wanting that, wanting them to go back to Wildemount and just be Fjord and Molly, traveling with their friends and making love in every bed - and the fear that it will not be that way, that he'll leave this place just to die again and Fjord will have to face Lucien with all this kindness and affection, only to get nothing back. ]
I want that.
[ He says, reaching up and wrapping his arms around the half-orc's back to hold him close. ]
You mean so much to me.
[ It's not the 'l' word, but it sounds damn close. ]
[ He winks and huffs, seizing a kiss that matches the faster pace. He keeps working Molly's cock without pushing him too far too soon and lets his mind drift to thoughts of taking Molly in his bedroom at the Xhorhaus, in the room he was given at the Lavish Chateau, in the captain's cabin of ... whatever ship they ended up with after Vokodo.
He wants him for the future, not just now.
Now is pretty damn good though, grunts knocked free as he fucks him with a hungry possessiveness he can't control. ]
[ Molly laughs again, a little breathless this time as they pick up the pace once more and Fjord takes him with such hunger that it really does feel like he's precious and claimed in one.
The purple tiefling is all sweet moans and breaths, crying out each time when Fjord pushes against that overworked gland in him and milking a few more drops of precum out of the lithe body. With a Con save of 16 willpower and just unending lust, it looks like he really is getting hard again - even though he barely has anything to give after the other orgasms.
Fjord can really fuck. ]
Oh gods, oh love, you're so good...
[ He mumbles between the carnal sounds that escape him, reaching to wrap his arms around those shoulders and dig his few long claws in. ]
[ He really wants every part of Molly to feel the echo of him later, a pleased kiss stolen as he feels him start to harden in his fist. With sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead and temples as he fucks him into the bed, he leaves off that oversensitive cock now it's on its way and palms over a thigh, squeezing the curve of Molly's ass. Claws prick, the sharper ones he hasn't filed, and he feels a well of pleasure throb in his balls as he grows rougher in his thrusts. It's too good, Molly's so wonderfully soft and blissfully hot, he's taking Fjord's cock like he was made for it.
Lashes flutter as he holds onto the urge to come but he starts tensing up, shoulders stiffening under Molly's claws. ]
[ The bed is protesting and the headboard is going to leave marks on the wall, all while Molly's having his brains fucked out by Fjord. Who knew the shy and uncertain man at the start would be fucking him roughly like this later, taking him apart and leaving nothing for him to do other than to hold on and sing his praises and pleasure to a pointed green ear?
He's covered in love bites, in scratches, in bruises and a mess of sweat and come, and Molly feels so alive, so happy in this ridiculous bed with his ridiculous warlock-paladin-sailor that he wants so much.
Fjord starts tensing up and he can feel it, looking up at his lover with flushed cheeks and kiss-swelled lips. ]
[ Every god behind the Veil ought to bless Mollymauk for his acceptance and patience because Fjord damn well would if he witnessed it. He drops his head and moans and Molly gives him permission to let go and it feels twice as good as the first time, Molly with a view of a slack-jawed sailor as Fjord screws his eyes shut and comes hard, planting a hand in the bedsheets to twist a fistful, lost on the high of filling him up in hot pulsing waves.
When he finishes, hips slowing, then stopping, he lowers his forehead to a shoulder and pants like a racehorse, shivering through a heatstorm.
[ It's a lovely sight, to see Fjord fully give in to his pleasure and come with such delicious sounds and subconscious mauling of the bed. He's filled with those waves of come, groaning at the feeling of it, and again once it is pushed out to drip between his legs as the half-orc gives those last few thrusts.
Fjord leans down against his shoulder, and Molly reaches to stroke through that sweaty hair, soothing and pleased in one, watching his lover so lost in his afterglow. ]
[ He returns to a world where soothing fingers are petting through his hair and he's just a little too hot around ... certain areas. Tiefling temperatures are easier to handle when also fired up.
Planting a kiss on the underside of Molly's jaw, he eases free of his body but remains settled on top, reaching down to see how that pretty purple dick is doing. ]
[ Molly sighs as Fjord pulls out of him, and they're definitely making a mess of the bed. Those wandering fingers find a half-hard cock, not quite reaching as far as it wanted, and the purple tiefling laughs and gently tugs at his lover's hair. ]
[ If Molly says he's good then Fjord's good too, flopping at his side to wrap him up in a clingy hug. He nuzzles in for a kiss, deliciously exhausted from head to toe. ]
[ Molly meets those kisses happily, a low purr in his chest and tired arms around his lover - just as clingy. They're both sweaty, happy messes and completely spent, and he wants to hold Fjord forever like this, trading lazy, calmer kisses than before. His head is swimming with happiness and his body aches wonderfully from all the lovebites, scratches and bruises - and that perfect cock. ]
Mmm... lets roll over a few times and we can fall asleep in eachothers arms.
[ Molly replies, rolling into meet him and tossing an arm over that wide chest, before setting in more permanently by folding a pillow for his horns. It's so cozy and perfect, even if they'll be sticky and sweaty in the morning.
He doesn't care, he just wants to fall asleep with his lover. Boyfriend. Love. ]
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[ Smiling into the kisses that melt into the way they move together, he picks up the pace and slips his hand on a horn down the middle of a scarred chest, loosely taking hold of Molly's softened cock. He doesn't stroke but there's pressure, a teasing squeeze over the tip.
Lips breathe over Molly's, brushing back and forth. ]
I'm going to do this to you in every bed on Wildemount.
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I'm going to do this to you in every bed on Wildemount.
Something cracks a bit in Molly's chest this time, spilling joy, love and fear in one - a muddled mess of wanting that, wanting them to go back to Wildemount and just be Fjord and Molly, traveling with their friends and making love in every bed - and the fear that it will not be that way, that he'll leave this place just to die again and Fjord will have to face Lucien with all this kindness and affection, only to get nothing back. ]
I want that.
[ He says, reaching up and wrapping his arms around the half-orc's back to hold him close. ]
You mean so much to me.
[ It's not the 'l' word, but it sounds damn close. ]
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I'll mean much more in a minute.
[ He winks and huffs, seizing a kiss that matches the faster pace. He keeps working Molly's cock without pushing him too far too soon and lets his mind drift to thoughts of taking Molly in his bedroom at the Xhorhaus, in the room he was given at the Lavish Chateau, in the captain's cabin of ... whatever ship they ended up with after Vokodo.
He wants him for the future, not just now.
Now is pretty damn good though, grunts knocked free as he fucks him with a hungry possessiveness he can't control. ]
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The purple tiefling is all sweet moans and breaths, crying out each time when Fjord pushes against that overworked gland in him and milking a few more drops of precum out of the lithe body. With
a Con save of 16willpower and just unending lust, it looks like he really is getting hard again - even though he barely has anything to give after the other orgasms.Fjord can really fuck. ]
Oh gods, oh love, you're so good...
[ He mumbles between the carnal sounds that escape him, reaching to wrap his arms around those shoulders and dig his few long claws in. ]
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Lashes flutter as he holds onto the urge to come but he starts tensing up, shoulders stiffening under Molly's claws. ]
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He's covered in love bites, in scratches, in bruises and a mess of sweat and come, and Molly feels so alive, so happy in this ridiculous bed with his ridiculous warlock-paladin-sailor that he wants so much.
Fjord starts tensing up and he can feel it, looking up at his lover with flushed cheeks and kiss-swelled lips. ]
Inside. Give it to me, love.
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When he finishes, hips slowing, then stopping, he lowers his forehead to a shoulder and pants like a racehorse, shivering through a heatstorm.
Unable to think, just for a minute. ]
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Fjord leans down against his shoulder, and Molly reaches to stroke through that sweaty hair, soothing and pleased in one, watching his lover so lost in his afterglow. ]
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Planting a kiss on the underside of Molly's jaw, he eases free of his body but remains settled on top, reaching down to see how that pretty purple dick is doing. ]
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I'm good, love. Come snuggle.
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M'real tired ... but you're here to kiss ...
[ Only the weak fall asleep! ]
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Mmm... lets roll over a few times and we can fall asleep in eachothers arms.
[ ...and get out of the wet spot. ]
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[ Grumbling with the effort of moving, he rolls to one side of the now double-bed and holds an arm up for Molly to settle down with him. ]
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[ Molly replies, rolling into meet him and tossing an arm over that wide chest, before setting in more permanently by folding a pillow for his horns. It's so cozy and perfect, even if they'll be sticky and sweaty in the morning.
He doesn't care, he just wants to fall asleep with his lover. Boyfriend. Love. ]
You're amazing. [ He whispers. ] G'night.
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[ And he passes out with a happy smile in place, snuffling snores into purple hair. ]