[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
Oh, love... I plan to keep you here for quite a while.
[ His smile is somehow both sweet and predatory in one, and he sucks another love bite at the dip between pecs. Those slim hands wander along the half-orc's sides, firm enough to not tickle but light enough to tease.
Molly finds a scar here and there and explores it with light touches and then his mouth, really letting himself get familiar with every single part of Fjord. ]
I wish I had Caleb's memory. Burn all of this into my mind for the rest of my days.
[ Some parts of that scar are more sensitive than others, there's no feeling in the very middle where he stabbed himself and later was murdered in the exact same spot, but alone the edges he wriggles up for more. He snorts at the mention of Caleb, because Molly talks so much and Fjord's glad he isn't jealous to hear their friend's name spoken right now even in context. ]
You don't need to remember what you get on a regular basis.
[ His side twitches, relaxing as Molly's touches shy away from tickling too much. ]
[ Molly says with something more fond and happy in his voice. It was so real, so perfect getting this 'on a regular basis', as Fjord says. Sleeping in bed together, waking him up to blowjobs... just enjoying each others bodies while sweet kisses made for a warm heart.
He slides his tongue along the edges of the large chest scar again, so glad that Fjord had survived and was able to be here with him like this. At the end of a perfect day. ]
[ Molly sinks down on top of Fjord, melting against that strong body until he can reach sweet lips and kiss the half-orc. It's a long, passionate kiss of affection and desire, and once he breaks it, he has their almost-empty vial of oil in his hands - having dug it out from under a pillow during the kiss. ]
Sounds like I should reward you.
[ With a wink, he sits up again, sliding his stocking-clad legs over Fjord's own as he slips now oiled fingers down under his tail. He slicks up Fjord's cock so that he has an even nicer glide between those pert cheeks, since Molly starts moving his hips slightly once he has fingers inside himself. ]
[ The cuffs jangle as he tries to lower his hands when Molly touches him, cursing up at them where he has to hook them back into place. They're so annoying! He wants to grab those thighs! He struggles to keep his eyes open as the pleasure shivers through him, rocking up into that hand for as long as it lingers. His lips feel raw with the memory of Molly's lips and he tries to sit up just to get close enough to see what Molly's doing to himself.
He knows, but watching is a whole other experience. ]
Can't you let me out of these damn things for a minute?
[ Not that he'll let them be put back on if he escapes! ]
[ Molly looks way too pleased when Fjord whines about the manacles, leaning in for a kiss and just barely meeting those lips as he does. ]
Nope. Not yet.
[ His smile turns soft and then he moans shamelessly, red eyes hooded as he's fitting another finger inside himself. It's giving his lover a good show of his facial expressions so close, as he stretches himself out to fit that lovely cock just waiting for him. ]
Ahnn... let me love every single part of you, first.
[ He never realised before how much he likes to touch Molly when the tiefling is doing this, wanting to grab at him all over and whining when quieted by a soft kiss. He pants against those lips and tries to nuzzle another kiss out of him, unable to see what Molly's doing but loving the expressions crossing his face. ]
You drive a hard bargain.
[ 'Hard bargain' in question driving up to rub against Molly's, slow and firm. ]
[ Molly replies with a wink, before he slides his hand down that nice 'bargain', rubbing his slick fingers over it before guiding it just-so, the fat head catching slightly on the rim. ]
Gods, you're so big...
[ He looks stupidly happy on top of his lover like that, adoring and amused in one as he rubs those silky stocking-clad thighs over Fjord's hips while slowly teasing the head against him. A strong enough hiccup could probably slip Fjord inside, but he's teasing both himself and his lover by dragging it out. ]
[ He could still rock his hips up and push inside Molly, he knows he could, but he takes his lead from being manacled and lets Molly have control over everything, enduring the promise of that tight ass with gritted teeth. Sweat sticks his hair to his temples as Fjord peers up at the sight of him, throat closing up on a croak as he thinks of how badly he wants him. How much he loves him, and gods is that scary sometimes. He doesn't give a fuck about Lucien, Molly has become all he sees anymore; it's hard to be objective when you want to fuck the other person and they want you to do it too, over and over. Day after day.
This island is so goddamned dangerous. ]
Molly, please.
[ They can draw this out but why bother? He doesn't disguise the hunger in his gaze. ]
Shhh, darling. I know. You're good, you're so good to me...
[ Molly praises Fjord with little kisses before he smiles again and finally lets that head breach him and start sinking inside his heat. His pretty face blooms with pleasure and satisfaction, sliding himself all the way down that cock until they are nicely flush together - at least as much as possible in this position. ]
Gods, how do you always feel so good...
[ He smooths back that sweaty black-grey hair, kissing at Fjord's forehead and then continuing light ones all over his face. It doesn't matter how many other people he slept with here, this was always special. They could fuck as sweetly or as dirtily as they pleased and Molly always felt so precious.
So loved.
It still scares him a bit how he's managed to have these strong feeling for someone, a worry that gnaws on him sometimes when he's not sure he can be everything a normal relationship wants.
Then other times Fjord wakes him with a kiss in the morning and looks at him like he means the world and Molly's so full of joy it wants to bleed out of every pore. ]
Gods, you too, [ soothed by the gentle touches and kisses, he's better prepared with deep breaths when Molly sinks down, ] fuck, yes ...
[ He cranes his head up for starved kisses, licking his way into that hot mouth with a needy moan. It's entirely up to his hips when they buck to feel Molly flush around him, stretched out so perfectly like a hot fist but infinitely softer, slick-wet from the oil. Fjord's wrists strain against the manacles above his head, digging his heels into the bed so that he has some traction to start fucking his boyfriend even if it's in shallow thrusts.
Babbling into messy kisses, sloe-eyed in a horny daze, he pleads, ]
Please, baby, please let me touch you. [ Baby is a new one, but. ] Let me take care of you.
[ Molly rolls his hips, letting those soft stockings add even more to the feeling of him riding Fjord. He smiles at his lover, stealing another sweet kiss as the half-orc begs so nicely. ]
You're beautiful, love. Look at you, watching me ride you like this and all you think of is pleasing me.
[ Those strong thighs move him higher, setting a slow and deep rhythm of pulling out halfway and then sinking back down with a soft gasp. ]
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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?
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Beside the bed, if you need to test them out.
[ First, a hungry kiss as Fjord wraps his arms around him. ]
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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?
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He looks up and nods, tilting his head for another kiss. ]
All good.
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[ 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.
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Your mercy, hmm?
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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'. ]
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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?
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[ 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. ]
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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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[ His smile is somehow both sweet and predatory in one, and he sucks another love bite at the dip between pecs. Those slim hands wander along the half-orc's sides, firm enough to not tickle but light enough to tease.
Molly finds a scar here and there and explores it with light touches and then his mouth, really letting himself get familiar with every single part of Fjord. ]
I wish I had Caleb's memory. Burn all of this into my mind for the rest of my days.
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You don't need to remember what you get on a regular basis.
[ His side twitches, relaxing as Molly's touches shy away from tickling too much. ]
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[ Molly says with something more fond and happy in his voice. It was so real, so perfect getting this 'on a regular basis', as Fjord says. Sleeping in bed together, waking him up to blowjobs... just enjoying each others bodies while sweet kisses made for a warm heart.
He slides his tongue along the edges of the large chest scar again, so glad that Fjord had survived and was able to be here with him like this. At the end of a perfect day. ]
Tell me what you like, love.
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[ Laughter shakes his chest where Molly is playing. He glances down, head tilted at him as he memorises the sight Molly makes spread over him. ]
I don't know ... You know me better than myself, Molls.
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[ Molly sinks down on top of Fjord, melting against that strong body until he can reach sweet lips and kiss the half-orc. It's a long, passionate kiss of affection and desire, and once he breaks it, he has their almost-empty vial of oil in his hands - having dug it out from under a pillow during the kiss. ]
Sounds like I should reward you.
[ With a wink, he sits up again, sliding his stocking-clad legs over Fjord's own as he slips now oiled fingers down under his tail. He slicks up Fjord's cock so that he has an even nicer glide between those pert cheeks, since Molly starts moving his hips slightly once he has fingers inside himself. ]
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He knows, but watching is a whole other experience. ]
Can't you let me out of these damn things for a minute?
[ Not that he'll let them be put back on if he escapes! ]
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Nope. Not yet.
[ His smile turns soft and then he moans shamelessly, red eyes hooded as he's fitting another finger inside himself. It's giving his lover a good show of his facial expressions so close, as he stretches himself out to fit that lovely cock just waiting for him. ]
Ahnn... let me love every single part of you, first.
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You drive a hard bargain.
[ 'Hard bargain' in question driving up to rub against Molly's, slow and firm. ]
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[ Molly replies with a wink, before he slides his hand down that nice 'bargain', rubbing his slick fingers over it before guiding it just-so, the fat head catching slightly on the rim. ]
Gods, you're so big...
[ He looks stupidly happy on top of his lover like that, adoring and amused in one as he rubs those silky stocking-clad thighs over Fjord's hips while slowly teasing the head against him. A strong enough hiccup could probably slip Fjord inside, but he's teasing both himself and his lover by dragging it out. ]
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[ He could still rock his hips up and push inside Molly, he knows he could, but he takes his lead from being manacled and lets Molly have control over everything, enduring the promise of that tight ass with gritted teeth. Sweat sticks his hair to his temples as Fjord peers up at the sight of him, throat closing up on a croak as he thinks of how badly he wants him. How much he loves him, and gods is that scary sometimes. He doesn't give a fuck about Lucien, Molly has become all he sees anymore; it's hard to be objective when you want to fuck the other person and they want you to do it too, over and over. Day after day.
This island is so goddamned dangerous. ]
Molly, please.
[ They can draw this out but why bother? He doesn't disguise the hunger in his gaze. ]
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[ Molly praises Fjord with little kisses before he smiles again and finally lets that head breach him and start sinking inside his heat. His pretty face blooms with pleasure and satisfaction, sliding himself all the way down that cock until they are nicely flush together - at least as much as possible in this position. ]
Gods, how do you always feel so good...
[ He smooths back that sweaty black-grey hair, kissing at Fjord's forehead and then continuing light ones all over his face. It doesn't matter how many other people he slept with here, this was always special. They could fuck as sweetly or as dirtily as they pleased and Molly always felt so precious.
So loved.
It still scares him a bit how he's managed to have these strong feeling for someone, a worry that gnaws on him sometimes when he's not sure he can be everything a normal relationship wants.
Then other times Fjord wakes him with a kiss in the morning and looks at him like he means the world and Molly's so full of joy it wants to bleed out of every pore. ]
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[ He cranes his head up for starved kisses, licking his way into that hot mouth with a needy moan. It's entirely up to his hips when they buck to feel Molly flush around him, stretched out so perfectly like a hot fist but infinitely softer, slick-wet from the oil. Fjord's wrists strain against the manacles above his head, digging his heels into the bed so that he has some traction to start fucking his boyfriend even if it's in shallow thrusts.
Babbling into messy kisses, sloe-eyed in a horny daze, he pleads, ]
Please, baby, please let me touch you. [ Baby is a new one, but. ] Let me take care of you.
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You're beautiful, love. Look at you, watching me ride you like this and all you think of is pleasing me.
[ Those strong thighs move him higher, setting a slow and deep rhythm of pulling out halfway and then sinking back down with a soft gasp. ]
You can touch me. Let me see you break free.
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