[ 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. ]
[ Molly's a mess of panting breaths and small quivers of pleasure as Fjord fills him again, dripping seed down his tail and pooling at their sheets. He groans, wrapping his arms closer around the half-orc as Fjord slumps over him with the sweetest whimper. (He definitely heard that.)
He purrs happily at those sweet, lazy kisses, and he buries his hands in salt-and-pepper hair as they catch their breath and laze together in their afterglow.
[ With a slight tilt of his hips he eases free so there's no more of an ache than there needs to be. He resettles beside Molly, arms wrapping around him as he nestles on a shoulder for a nap; Molly will let him, he knows that for certain and will repay his sweetness later. ]
[ Molly groans softly as Fjord slips out of him, and he's too physically and emotionally drained to even care about the mess. Instead he just turns to cuddle close, smiling softly as Fjord dozes off.
Placing a kiss on that green cheek, he decides to doze a little as well.
He's loved, he loves and this is so wonderfully real.
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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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He purrs happily at those sweet, lazy kisses, and he buries his hands in salt-and-pepper hair as they catch their breath and laze together in their afterglow.
Molly's so happy. ]
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Placing a kiss on that green cheek, he decides to doze a little as well.
He's loved, he loves and this is so wonderfully real.
Nothing could spoil it. ]