lusi | ( fjord's perma-catchall )

[ Following at a less urgent pace, he watches Molly flop and sets the bags down in their bedroom, closing the door behind him. ]

I had a great time too.

[ Kicking off his boots he hauls off his shirt to join them on the floor, eyes on Molly as he walks over to the bed. A knee sinks on one side of Molly's hips, them the other, and Fjord sits there idly running his hands over Molly's bared abdomen under that ridiculous cropped sweater like he belongs there.

He feels like he does, gazing down with lamplit yellow eyes in the dim afternoon light. ]

You look like you need a nap.

[ As soon as Fjord joins him, Molly scoots a bit so that they fit perfectly together - because he does belong there. More than anyone ever has. He sighs happily as the half-orc starts petting his stomach, still full of all the sweets and junk they ate. That tail swishes a bit underneath them both, and the tiefling just looks so happy.

Molly has no shame, has no need for pride or keeping up appearances. He's honest in some ways, and he's had a wonderful time playing games today. It was a perfect date for them, no matter how silly it might have seemed to others. ]

Only if you join me.

Afternoon sleep to digest all that crap we ate? I'm in. You're risking the others waking us up, though.

[ The bed creaks in protest as Fjord drops down at Molly's side, scooting to find the blankets so they can be lazy bastards and snooze away the worst of a sugar-rush. ]

Mmm, fuck them. I just want you, so I'll throw pillows on their heads if they try to wake us.

[ He wiggles off his boots and then curls in next to Fjord, tail resting at a green ankle as soon as he's made himself comfortable. ]

I'll throw a sword.

[ He settles in for a cuddle, at ease as he drapes an arm around Molly to reel him in. With the murky afternoon sunlight pouring through the window it's a simple thing to turn off his mind and drift, actually feeling tired after their day out. ]

[ Molly naps with a never-ending smile on his face, cozy in his lover's arms and a little bit queasy from all that food before sleep takes him. He snoozes happily, arm draped over a wide chest and head nestled perfectly on a shoulder to not dig into Fjord's skin.

He sleeps for about two hours before stirring a bit, blinking red eyes and then purring happily against Fjord's neck while pressing little kisses where he can reach without having to move an inch. ]

[ Buried under a toasty body for the duration of their nap, it's not surprising for him to wake up with a hard-on when he feels kisses melting over his neck, steadily reacting to Molly in his sleep. He groans at the sensations that make his afternoon wood ache and without opening his eyes his hands gravitate to Molly's hips, circling their way over his skin in a lazy exploration. One of Fjord's sword-calloused palms drifts up to cover a pec and squeeze, thumb brushing around a nipple, and he sighs as he starts to wake up.

The sleepy rumbling in his chest passes for a happy hum. ]

What time s'it?

[ Late enough that when he squints at the room his dark-vision is in full effect, he can tell that much. ]

[ Those happy purrs only increase in volume when his sailor's hands start wandering, and turns into a pleased sigh at the thumbing of a nipple. Molly's also half-hard from sleeping so close, breathing in Fjord's scent and feeling his warmth.

The question makes the tiefling chuckle, angling his head again to slide his forked tongue over the pointed part of Fjord's ear. ]

It's date time part two...

[ Molly slides a hand down the half-orc's stomach and teases his nails against the happy trail there. ]

[ That makes him smile, shaking his head with a laugh as Molly's forked tongue tickles his ear. He leans back to see him properly and brings his roaming hand up to cup a cheek, seeing him in greys except for those red eyes. ]

Put the lamp on? [ His breathing hitches as Molly's nails explore lower but he persistently teases nose-to-nose, ] You look like a goblin in the dark.

You think I'm going to suck your cock after that? Shame on you.

[ Molly fake-pouts and then turns a bit, just about reaching the switch with his tail and giving it a slap. ]

Make it up to me.

[ Cackling, he wraps his arms around Molly and starts searching out his ticklish areas while holding him prisoner. ]

Make me make it up to you!

[ Molly squeaks at the tickling, trying to wiggle away and retaliate in one. ]

Oh, you fiend!

[ Between bouts of agonisingly tickled laughter and trying to use his weight to his advantage, he gives Molly a push to get him on his back where Fjord returns on top, back in his seat from before their nap across the tiefling's nap.

Panting with the exertion, he leans down to steal a victorious kiss. ]

Looks like I win, goblin face.

[ Molly's panting and grinning up at Fjord, meeting that kiss and then giving those green lips a nip with his sharp teeth. ]

If it was anyone but you I'd be storming off right now. You're lucky I like you.

[ He's a vain person! How dare anyone tell him he's not the prettiest? ]

You still have to make it up to me.

Poor baby, you've got such a shitty boyfriend. Should probably trade him in.

[ The same boyfriend trailing kisses down Molly's neck to work on a love-bite, hands caressing down a lavender chest to spark those sensitive areas in slow sweeps, enjoying just to touch. ]

[ Molly purrs happily at the wandering mouth and strong hands, adoring each touch. He feels nice and warm here, loving the closeness and soft adoring looks. ]

Mmm, no. He's perfect.

[ He places a kiss against Fjord's forehead. ]

I care for him too deeply. Even if he insults my endless beauty.

[ A Pffft noise meets a scarred chest as he hears that, settling himself between Molly's legs. He looks up, dragging his beard around a nipple, then rubbing his cheek there. ]

You want me to tell you how pretty you are, is that it? [ Tusks nip at the curve of a pec. ] Is that what everyone else tells you, Molly?

[ The puff of air makes Molly chuckle, and it smoothly turns into a happy sigh at the feeling of that beard against a nipple. Scratchy and exciting in one. He buries his hands in that hair, dragging his fingers over the scalp and teasing at the shaved sides. ]

Mmm, people tell me a lot of things. Hot, sexy, beautiful, pretty.

[ He slides his tail over Fjord's hip, his free hand running down the side of his lover. ]

Hot, like those eyes of yours. Sexy, like your voice. Beautiful, like the lovely shade of your skin. Pretty all over.

[ Molly chuckles, knowing full well how cheesy that sounds. ]

Makes you feel good, right?

[ That's all so damn sweet and he's a weak heart for hearing Molly talk about him like that. Caught in that relaxing grasp, he tilts his head to feel Molly's fingers and lets his eyes lull closed for a moment as a tail sweeps up his side. ]

Are you trying to seduce me, Mister Tealeaf? Because you're three months too late.

Oh, I'm late, am I? What if I just like seducing you?

[ He wiggles a bit so he can kiss those lips, purring happily in Fjord's arms. ]

You make me happy, love. All the time.

Same ...

[ Love. He sinks down over him, gathering up Molly for a longer full-bodied kiss that lets him feel how their skin touches with every breath, rocking into him. Plum-dark curls are brushed back from a pair of horns as the kiss parts, the fondness in Fjord's gaze lighting up with excitement. ]

You know what else I'd love?

[ Molly wraps his arms around Fjord when they kiss, loving the weight and touch of that body, the warmth and touch and closeness. He smiles up at the half-orc as his hair is so gently smoothed back, and that fond excitement fueling his own. ]

What would you love, hmm?

[ Doing very poorly at controlling his eagerness, it sounds like a question when he says, ]

Seeing you in stockings?

[ If he had his own tail it would be wagging right about now. ]

[ He perks up at that, grinning. ]

Oh, that can definitely be arranged.

[ He'll have to wiggle free from their comfy cuddle, but he's eager as well. Laughing a little, Molly almost trips as he slides off their bed and moves top grab the package of red stockings.

Smiling back at Fjord, he starts shedding his other remaining layers before he's nude, and then gracefully raises a leg and starts rolling down the stocking on it. ]

[ Rolling up against the pillowed headboard so his view is an unobstructed one, he rests his hands behind his head and wolf-whistles as Molly undresses, shooting him an appreciative peanut-galley whoop! when the last article of clothing is cast off. Then his attention melts all over Molly, nude and beautiful, and zones in on those red stockings as they get pulled up each leg.

It's necessary to shove his trousers off then, too hard to endure them, left in his island boxers. He swallows a lump, licking his suddenly dry lips. ]

I'll find you more, if you like them. Not a problem.

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