[ 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. ]
[ The manacles snap after a moment of straining and he yanks them off, breaking them careless in a bid to get his hands on Molly. Laid out for so long it's a relief to sit up and wrap him up in his arms, hugging him close as he goes in for a desperately messy kiss. His hands wander after holding Molly to him for a moment, skimming up into his hair and down along the curve of a thigh where claws prick through the soft stocking. ]
Pretty things ...
[ They shred when he grasps a handful, dragging Molly into a slow grind as they kiss. ]
[ He can't stop the soft moan as Fjord breaks free and surges up to meet him, pressing their lips and bodies together and taking his breath away. Messy kisses and desperate grabs and the angle changes once his lover is sitting up like that, drawing a cry from purple lips.
The sound of the stockings shredding is exciting, the sound of the fabric ripping under strong hands and claws adding to the thrill of having had 'power' over his lover for a moment. Letting Fjord feel just how nice it was to be worshipped as sweetly as he was. ]
[ A grin meets that demand, nipping at Molly's lower lip. ]
I'll buy you fifty.
[ He glances down to where Molly is hard between them, then a mischievous smirk settles in the corner of his mouth and he starts trailing his claws up and down those stockinged thighs, tearing them in thin lines from knee to band. All the while he kisses him slowly, letting Molly ride him however he wants while he's being played with in return, soft fabric being ruined as Fjord slides his fingers inside. ]
[ Molly laughs when hearing that sweet promise and steals another heated kiss as he starts up his movements again, hips rolling slow and sensual as he takes Fjord deep. His tail sweeps a bit over the mattress, a mirror of his happiness as he purrs against his lover's throat and moves to make a nice hickey there.
A thrill runs through him every time he hears the rrrrrrrip of the stockings shredding, barely holding together on his moving thighs. There's a bit of an ego push to be on top of someone who wants him so much that he rips apart anything that covers him up.
[ There comes a point where even ruining the stockings can't distract from how incredible it feels to be so deep inside Molly and he guides his hips to rock faster, hissing as a lovebite finds his throat. It feels like decades since he first got hard and he throbs in the sheath of hot walls, precome slicking the way more and more.
A rasp leaves him and he nuzzles out a kiss from that forked tongue, breath guttering with the tempo of their lovemaking. The obscene sound of the slap of skin-on-skin fills the room, all he can hear beyond Molly's voice. ]
[ Molly cries out as the pace quickens, wrapping his arms around Fjord's neck as he moves to meet every thrust. All the teasing has him throbbing with need, finally letting it all show as he rides that cock like he's was made for it.
The sweet kisses and trembled breaths mixed with moans and gasps are lighting Molly up even more and he can't help but smile in joy as they make love like desperately starved men.
Then Fjord starts talking and the tiefling's heart feels like it's about to explode when he hears the breathless words. I love you. He thought it would scare him shitless to hear that, but it only makes him smile more and kiss his lover deeper. ]
Yes!
[ He hisses, hands grasping at dark hair and mouth hot against those green lips. ]
[ Molly getting fired up is a sight to behold, making Fjord smile and laugh back as they taste each other and his hands run all over that strong frame, kneading the base of a tail to make him stick to one particular angle. ]
I love you, I want you always, [ mouthing his way down Molly's neck, he paints him in sucking kisses reluctant to leave his skin long enough to speak, ] I love you, Molly.
[ Over and over, feeling high on his own impending orgasm. It's impossible to pretend he doesn't love him at times like these, broken down to all the pieces of himself Molly wants to keep. ]
[ He's really not sure what sends him over the edge - the pleasure or the promise. There are so many versions of love - the love he has for Yasha, the love for his friends, the love he had for the people of the carnival. Loving someone like this was nothing Molly ever expected, or even thought he wanted.
Now he cannot get enough of hearing Fjord saying it.
Maybe it is this place that makes him able to trust in a love that isn't choking, isn't demanding, isn't chaining him down - everything he knew of love that made him avoid it before - because Fjord is able to love him even if he's a mess of a person, even if he sleeps with other people, even if he's a fragment of someone else's personality. ]
I love you too. Fuck, Fjord... I lo-
[ Molly comes with a choked cry against the half-orc's neck, clinging hard to him as his hips shudder and he makes a mess of those lovely green abs. ]
[ There's little he can do to hold back his own pleasure when Molly comes with his dick untouched between them, getting off on just the feel of Fjord inside him (and a depthless well of emotions if he's experiencing the same freefall in his chest that Fjord is). Falling back with Molly in his arms he digs his heels into the bed and lasts a handful more thrusts before following him in orgasm, head tipped back on a groan that reverberates through every cavity in his ribs, hips rolling and hands grasping to ensure Molly takes it all, filling him up.
Panting harshly as he slumps in a heap, he embraces him in a bid to bring Molly closer for tired, off-centre kisses. ]
[ How could he not come quickly and untouched after all that? All those ridges on that cock always drew him crazy, and the roar of emotions in him knocked the orgasm out of the tiefling before he could even think of slinking a hand down between his own legs.
He's loved. He loves.
He clings to Fjord, desperate gasps and moans leaving him as the half-orc follows him in bliss. Molly loves the feeling of being filled like that, the heat inside making him feel full in so many ways - and the look on Fjord's face as he comes is beautiful. Those needy hands making sure he takes all of it is a far cry from the nervous question if he could come inside the first time they had sex, and it's a thrill like no other that they're so in sync.
(...and a little possessive.)
He slumps down on top of his lover and kisses him back, lazy and exhausted and happy. ]
Fuck... that was...
[ He can't formulate any more words, his holding Fjord close and burying his nose in his neck. ]
[ Gods above, is there any finer feeling than coming inside Molly and letting that tight heat massage his dick afterwards, come sliding out of that cute ass? None. Fjord guides Molly to slowly move his hips, still persistently hard as he pants up at him. He knows Molly must be so sensitive right now, it's simply too irresistible not to encourage him to keep going if there's the slightest chance he can.
Fjord closes his eyes as they roll up, chest rumbling in satisfaction. His girth keeps Molly stretched wide but it's less about getting off the second time around and more about claiming, wanting to rub him raw with come-covered ridges; he's never been so glad to not be human. Locked in thought over it, his finally blinks up from beneath his lashes to judge how Molly is doing. ]
[ Molly whines softly at the roll of hips, but it is in no way a protest of continuing. He is quite exhausted, though, and he remains cuddled on top of Fjord as the half-orc drags that dick over his oversensitive insides and pool come at his tail and the sheets. He takes his time to just ride the edge of pleasure-pain, trembling at each ridge spreading him open. ]
Yesss... [ He mewls, lazily mouthing a kiss against Fjord's neck. ] Gods, you're perfect. Just as insatiable as I am...
[ Molly purrs against Fjord's chest and enjoys the slow, relentless tease. ]
[ Molly could tell him to stop and he would, Fjord would do whatever the tiefling requested in bed. The fact Molly isn't warms him in ways a body can't and he kisses him with lingering passion, bringing a hand up to gather the longest hair stuck to a sweaty lavender neck and cradling his head. He wants to be looking at and kissing him when he reiterates for Molly's sake, ]
I love you, Mollymauk.
[ The sex just deepens the sensations rushing through his veins, gazing up into Molly's redredred eyes to catch their pupils. ]
[ They're right in there, the faintest hint of pupil in the endless red, focused right on his lover. Molly rocks his hips just a little bit, slowly working his body to go from spent and sensitive to excited again.
It's a good thing he's young, so he can keep up with this wonderful man. His lover, boyfriend...
The person he loves. ]
I love you too. I love you and it feels so good. [ He sighs happily ]. I never thought... but I like it. I want it.
[ "I never thought..." He knows exactly what Molly means by that, sliding his hand out of his hair to cup a tattooed cheek and lean up for that lingering kiss. They're so close, as much as two people can be, and the pleasure starts to overwhelm him as he rocks into his lover without relent, allowed to. Molly really is incredible. ]
Say it, say you're mine.
[ He knows how highly Molly values his freedom, but if he wants this too ...
Fjord rolls them on the bed so he's got Molly comfortably half-buried beneath him and he hooks an arm under a lavender thigh to open him up as he's fucked, keeping him spread for each jarring thrust. A green forehead meets a purple, Fjord almost purring. ]
[ That kiss draws a staggering moan from the tiefling, heart and body on fire from both the hips rocking into him and the needy, possessive words from his lover. Normally it would bother him, frighten him to be told to give something like that, but he feels so open, so unafraid right now.
Happy, but vulnerable. Almost raw inside. ]
I'm yours.
[ Molly says, voice shaky from the way he's taken - and when they roll over he groans, biting his lip and grasping at both the sheets and that lovely hair. Spread out like this, so very close to Fjord and feeling that cock so deep in him that it draws a shaking breath out of him at every sweet thrust inside. ]
My heart is only yours.
[ His body was questionable, especially in this place, but his heart? Absolutely stupidly lost to this kind, wonderful man.
[ A warm rush spreads through him from head to toe and he kisses Molly devotedly, sliding a hand between them to see if he can coax a second orgasm from him. He's close himself, panting against a jaw and throat as his head bows with the strain of fucking Molly into their bed, but he doesn't want this to be all about him. Fjord can share his libido and make them both happily suffer. ]
[ Molly mewls as he feels the hand on his flushed cock, a rush of pleasure building as soon as Fjord starts touching him, hard again despite the earlier orgasm. (He's endlessly happy he's young, so he can keep up with his half-orc boyfriend.) His nails dig into broad green shoulders, hips moving to meet those strong thrusts as he's quivering, trembling - and then crying out as he comes in a hot rush between them.
Between all the emotions and that, there's no wonder that Molly's eyes are wet afterwards, a smile is etched on his face as he shakily touches Fjord's. ]
[ Watching Molly come for a second time incites a kind of pride he hasn't often known and he works Molly through it while fucking him, only releasing that sticky spent cock to wipe his hand on a lavender thigh, grasping for purchase. He needs to hold on as Molly encourages him to come again, dragging him onto his lap as Fjord bows over him and comes with a hoarse groan against Molly's chest, hips stuttering to a slow and gradual halt. He loses track of his senses for a moment, gasping and definitely not whimpering, he'll deny it, as he slumps over his incredible lover, still connected.
His hand leaves that thigh to scoop Molly up in a hug around his middle, a beard rasping up to the curve of Molly's neck where Fjord plants lazy, dazed kisses, holding onto him in the afterglow. The affectionate nudge of his nose against a pulse hopefully conveys what a lack of words can't. ]
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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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Pretty things ...
[ They shred when he grasps a handful, dragging Molly into a slow grind as they kiss. ]
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The sound of the stockings shredding is exciting, the sound of the fabric ripping under strong hands and claws adding to the thrill of having had 'power' over his lover for a moment. Letting Fjord feel just how nice it was to be worshipped as sweetly as he was. ]
You owe me new ones, now~
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I'll buy you fifty.
[ He glances down to where Molly is hard between them, then a mischievous smirk settles in the corner of his mouth and he starts trailing his claws up and down those stockinged thighs, tearing them in thin lines from knee to band. All the while he kisses him slowly, letting Molly ride him however he wants while he's being played with in return, soft fabric being ruined as Fjord slides his fingers inside. ]
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A thrill runs through him every time he hears the rrrrrrrip of the stockings shredding, barely holding together on his moving thighs. There's a bit of an ego push to be on top of someone who wants him so much that he rips apart anything that covers him up.
Even somethings as wonderful as sexy stockings. ]
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A rasp leaves him and he nuzzles out a kiss from that forked tongue, breath guttering with the tempo of their lovemaking. The obscene sound of the slap of skin-on-skin fills the room, all he can hear beyond Molly's voice. ]
I love you, I love you ...
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The sweet kisses and trembled breaths mixed with moans and gasps are lighting Molly up even more and he can't help but smile in joy as they make love like desperately starved men.
Then Fjord starts talking and the tiefling's heart feels like it's about to explode when he hears the breathless words. I love you. He thought it would scare him shitless to hear that, but it only makes him smile more and kiss his lover deeper. ]
Yes!
[ He hisses, hands grasping at dark hair and mouth hot against those green lips. ]
Tell me again.
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I love you, I want you always, [ mouthing his way down Molly's neck, he paints him in sucking kisses reluctant to leave his skin long enough to speak, ] I love you, Molly.
[ Over and over, feeling high on his own impending orgasm. It's impossible to pretend he doesn't love him at times like these, broken down to all the pieces of himself Molly wants to keep. ]
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Now he cannot get enough of hearing Fjord saying it.
Maybe it is this place that makes him able to trust in a love that isn't choking, isn't demanding, isn't chaining him down - everything he knew of love that made him avoid it before - because Fjord is able to love him even if he's a mess of a person, even if he sleeps with other people, even if he's a fragment of someone else's personality. ]
I love you too. Fuck, Fjord... I lo-
[ Molly comes with a choked cry against the half-orc's neck, clinging hard to him as his hips shudder and he makes a mess of those lovely green abs. ]
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Panting harshly as he slumps in a heap, he embraces him in a bid to bring Molly closer for tired, off-centre kisses. ]
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He's loved. He loves.
He clings to Fjord, desperate gasps and moans leaving him as the half-orc follows him in bliss. Molly loves the feeling of being filled like that, the heat inside making him feel full in so many ways - and the look on Fjord's face as he comes is beautiful. Those needy hands making sure he takes all of it is a far cry from the nervous question if he could come inside the first time they had sex, and it's a thrill like no other that they're so in sync.
(...and a little possessive.)
He slumps down on top of his lover and kisses him back, lazy and exhausted and happy. ]
Fuck... that was...
[ He can't formulate any more words, his holding Fjord close and burying his nose in his neck. ]
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Fjord closes his eyes as they roll up, chest rumbling in satisfaction. His girth keeps Molly stretched wide but it's less about getting off the second time around and more about claiming, wanting to rub him raw with come-covered ridges; he's never been so glad to not be human. Locked in thought over it, his finally blinks up from beneath his lashes to judge how Molly is doing. ]
Not over, not yet. Take a breath, baby.
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Yesss... [ He mewls, lazily mouthing a kiss against Fjord's neck. ] Gods, you're perfect. Just as insatiable as I am...
[ Molly purrs against Fjord's chest and enjoys the slow, relentless tease. ]
You love me?
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I love you, Mollymauk.
[ The sex just deepens the sensations rushing through his veins, gazing up into Molly's redredred eyes to catch their pupils. ]
I'm yours.
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It's a good thing he's young, so he can keep up with this wonderful man. His lover, boyfriend...
The person he loves. ]
I love you too. I love you and it feels so good. [ He sighs happily ]. I never thought... but I like it. I want it.
[ Molly leans in for a sweet kiss. ]
I want to be yours.
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Say it, say you're mine.
[ He knows how highly Molly values his freedom, but if he wants this too ...
Fjord rolls them on the bed so he's got Molly comfortably half-buried beneath him and he hooks an arm under a lavender thigh to open him up as he's fucked, keeping him spread for each jarring thrust. A green forehead meets a purple, Fjord almost purring. ]
Only mine.
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Happy, but vulnerable. Almost raw inside. ]
I'm yours.
[ Molly says, voice shaky from the way he's taken - and when they roll over he groans, biting his lip and grasping at both the sheets and that lovely hair. Spread out like this, so very close to Fjord and feeling that cock so deep in him that it draws a shaking breath out of him at every sweet thrust inside. ]
My heart is only yours.
[ His body was questionable, especially in this place, but his heart? Absolutely stupidly lost to this kind, wonderful man.
No matter what. ]
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Come on, baby, do it again, I know you can ...
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Between all the emotions and that, there's no wonder that Molly's eyes are wet afterwards, a smile is etched on his face as he shakily touches Fjord's. ]
Come in me, love. Fill me.
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His hand leaves that thigh to scoop Molly up in a hug around his middle, a beard rasping up to the curve of Molly's neck where Fjord plants lazy, dazed kisses, holding onto him in the afterglow. The affectionate nudge of his nose against a pulse hopefully conveys what a lack of words can't. ]
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