[ 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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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. ]