lusi | ( fjord's perma-catchall )

[ 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.

[ Molly chuckles at the whistles and appreciation as he got naked, and then bathes in the changed type of attention as he pulls those stockings over his legs. He legs go of one band with a 'snap' and gives a heated look to his lover. ]

I love things like this. Stockings, panties, chemises... they're always fun to play with.

[ He gives Fjord an appreciative look as the half-orc immediately has to shove free of his own pants, and Molly steps up on the bed, all light feet and swishing tail. A happy hum leaves him as he sinks down on his knees with Fjord's body between them, taking a nice seat. ]

How about those manacles?

[ A happy Oof! leaves him as he catches Molly at the waist, sitting up to greedily run his hands all over those silky-smooth thighs. Those manacles had better make an appearance soon, otherwise the prick of his claws will decide for them whether the stockings live longer than three minutes. ]

Beside the bed, if you need to test them out.

[ First, a hungry kiss as Fjord wraps his arms around him. ]

[ Molly looks down at Fjord with an already heated grin, more than happy to let him rip those stockings for pleasure. Still, he was curious.

Moving a bit to lean down and grab the manacles, he opens one of them with a slightly amused smile. They wouldn't hold at all for Fjord if the half-orc put a bit of force behind it, but the idea was the sexy part.

Reaching down, he grabs those nice hands and starts putting on the soft fur-lined things around green wrists, strapping fake leather around them. ]

How's that? Everything good?

[ The fur's a nice touch, soft against his skin. He tests the manacles, an odd design compared to those back home, and they hold him fast without any real strength applied although he senses he could break them if he wanted to. That's probably why they were being sold at a sex booth.

He looks up and nods, tilting his head for another kiss. ]

All good.

Oh, you look lovely. All laid out to my mercy.

[ He leans down to kiss Fjord, soft and sweet, eyes full of fondness and a little bit of amusement. Molly wiggles down a bit to kiss his neck, immediately going for a hickey while dragging his fingers down that wide chest. ]

Beautiful.

[ His wrists are tied but he can still tickle his way along Molly's navel and lower, tipping his head into that kiss on his neck. Being called Beautiful makes him feel hot and embarrassed but in a good way, knowing Molly means it. ]

Your mercy, hmm?

[ Molly chuckles again, twitching as he's tickled and then grabbing those soft manacles, pulling them up over Fjord's head to rest on the pillows. ]

My mercy, indeed. No touching yet, love.

[ Winking, he goes back to make that love bite even darker against the subtle shift of the green gradient. Molly's free hand goes back to squeeze a pec, running a finger around the nipple and then giving it a gentle squeeze.

He's going to take his time making looking after Fjord just as well as the half-orc had done for him today. ]

[ Molly likes to play, Fjord knows that, he likes to get away with murder (hah, don't think about the other kind) and have his way as much as he can, a real pillow princess at heart whereas Fjord likes to do all the worshipping and be trusted with his partner to such a degree. That's why it's so much keener, the pleasure, when Molly starts actively laying his hands on sensitive nipples and making Fjord arc into the heat of his hands, trying to push his chest into more of those caresses that set his nerve-endings on fire. He always thought it was such a stupid erogenous zone for a man, like a woman getting her tits played with, but it feels incredible with Molly sucking kisses onto his neck and pawing at him like that.

Fortunately he's already hard so there's no danger of showing off exactly how much he likes it. ]

Fuck, ah ...

[ Even if his hips do squirm uncontrollably. ]

[ Molly's having a wonderful time being in the saddle (so to speak). He's taking his sweet-ass time exploring Fjord, finding every little part of him that feels good. His mouth slips to a green ear to kiss along the point, and then down again to the half-orc's mouth, neck, chest... and then it replaces his hand at the nipple as he sucks the bud into his mouth.

Those endless pools of red keep an eye on his lover, free hand now wandering to the other nipple.

Having shimmied down a bit to get his mouth into new places, he now straddles those squirming hips, that perfect cock nesting in between his cheeks as Molly curls his tail over by those strong legs so that the erection is nicely trapped in 'Fjord's Hangout'. ]

[ Molly's eyes are what hold his attention as Fjord watches him work, licking his dry lips as he pants under that hot mouth. A grunt leaves him when Molly settles his ass right over Fjord's dick and he cracks a smile, unable to laugh when a moment later he feels a forked tongue circle a nipple and groans instead, arching up to chase the sensation.

His hands clank in the cuffs overhead as he tries to reach down, remembering a moment later and dropping his wrists back over his head with a huff. ]

Enjoying all that power, are you?

Very much.

[ Is the heated reply, and Molly gives his 'bound' lover a wink.

He sucks on that nipple, teasing a sharp fang without hurting and then switching sides. keeping everything equally loved and stimulated. Another love bite is made on the curve of that pec, nice and dark as lavender hips rock slightly to make that cock slide in the curve of his ass.

Molly's powerful on top and treating his love like the delicacy he is. ]

[ His hips roll on their own accord, desperate for more friction as stockinged thighs rub outside his legs, driving him a little crazy. The super-silky texture next to the soft heat of Molly's skin is maddening. ]

Just t-take! Your time ...

[ Muscles twitch as Molly's fangs explore, the usually untouched shape of his pec making him squirm and tug the cuffs. ]

No rush ...

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