[ 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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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. ]