[ In a bid to pull away from the rough, mindless half-orc side of things that have been pushing further into the limelight of his relationships lately, Fjord spends a day while Molly is out of the house setting things up in their bedroom. It's been a little over a week since they made up and sex still hasn't entered back into the equation of their relationship, whether because they are both still desperate for emotional support or because of a vague, lingering apprehension on Fjord's part, he honestly doesn't know. What he does know for certain is that he wants back what they had, the wild carefree nature of Them, without roadblocks or apprehension. He misses it as much as Molly.
And it's time, he's sure of that too.
Their beds, pushed back together when Fjord moved back in, are thrown out and replaced with a kingsize that takes up even more room but does the job of making his point. He can't separate anything again, he can't 'run away from us' as Molly put it; Fjord is showing he will stay, next time. It absolutely requires the assistance of others in the house to get up the staircase but thankfully the single Vox Machina in the house is also determined not to be bested by a bed and the furniture makes it safely into place, followed by fresh white blankets and flimsy drapes with what Fjord has discovered are ironically named fairy lights, minus the actual fairies. They plug into the wall like so many other gadgets on the island and the effect is exactly what he wanted, especially once flower petals are strewn across the sheets and fluffy pillows.
He puts some fresh fruit platter beside the bed, along with two beers. Molly likes the former and they both like the latter, it's fine. It's fine.
It's all a waiting game, then. Molly comes home and they have dinner while Fjord internally vibrates while pretending nothing is different, barely containing his secret when he has to explain the new hole in the wall by the stairs where he dropped his end of the kingsize frame and Vax (freakishly strong on his end? 20!) nearly saw a wooden bed-leg go through a green head (2). Fjord ... accidentally summoned the Star Razor too close to the wall? Sure, that works.
When he takes Molly by the hand and leads him upstairs there are a few stray petals along the way. ]
[ Molly's had a very good day, spending time at the new spa and talking to new, fun people. He returns home to a hole in the wall and laughs at Fjord's Star Razor mistake, teasing him about it as they settle for dinner. He can tell that something's going on (insight 13) as his boyfriend looks like he's about to vibrate out of his skin.
The tiefling smiles as he hears that Fjord has a surprised for him, immediately excited to hear that his lovely boyfriend thought of him. He hurries up the stairs with Fjord, noticing a few petals on the floor. Did he get him a whole bunch of flowers again? That had been nice, even if most of them had been a little squished once they made out.
When he enters their room, though, Molly's mouth falls open in awe. ]
Holy shit.
[ It's not very eloquent but definitely genuine, and a look of delight lights up his face. A big bed! New sheets! Little pretty lights... flower petals! It was as romantic as Jester's stories and he's a little floored. ]
[ Closing the door behind them, he wraps his arms around Molly's waist and chins his shoulder. ]
I could tell it was bugging you that we didn't share a dream of getting married. So, not to get too heavy and propose or anything, [ yikes ] I wanted to give you a honeymoon too.
[ Molly sighs happily when his lover leans against him like that, putting his hands over Fjord's. It surprises him that the half-orc had picked up on his slight annoyance at the Augur not letting them have a lovey-dovey dream thing, and it makes him flush just a little bit because he thought it was a stupid thing.
Here they are, though. With such a pretty bed and a loving man. ]
I adore it. Fjord, it's... wow. You did a lot of work.
... Yes. Vax carried the bed most of the way, I almost got harpooned by a wooden leg.
[ He drops his forehead to a shoulder, smooching his way up as far as he can get with those horns. ]
I remembered what you said about my tendency to ... run away. So, I've got rid of the single beds and found a kingsize for us to share, no matter what. [ Squeezing around Molly's middle, he teases, ] You can rest easy knowing I'm not strong enough to split that thing in half.
That tiny half-elf carried this? Wow. [ He smiles and curls his tail around Fjord's waist for a backwards hug. ] Please don't put holes in yourself over beds, love.
[ Then the half-orc explains his reasoning for the new bed and Molly's eyes widen before he pulls free and turns around to kiss Fjord passionately. To do something like this, to smooth over something he just mentioned bothered him... this sweetheart of a man was too good for this world.
[ He can't promise not to get skewered for being a weed! Anything is possible with low strength. Molly is scooped up in a hug as he dives around for a kiss, laughter muffling into it as they part and the heat of Molly on Fjord's mouth barely leaves. ]
I definitely am.
[ Dipping down to sweep Molly up in his arms (18! yes!!) despite his earlier failures in the day he finds no problem in carrying his boyfriend over to the bed and laying him down. ]
No one's going to bother us tonight, I made a point of letting them know we'd be busy ...
[ Molly cheers as he's picked up, placing a soft kiss at a jaw and then lazily stretching out in the new bed once he's laid down into it like a lovely maiden on her wedding night. It was nice, and he hums happily as he spreads his legs for Fjord to make himself comfortable. ]
Oh, we're definitely going to be busy. Gods, I missed your touch so much...
[ He reaches up to grab at his boyfriend's shirt to pull him down over himself. ]
[ Fjord hops on their new bed and crawls up between those splayed legs to start kissing his way all over Molly's face, playfully pinning him down with his weight. He hoists a thigh up to get Molly curled around him, giving his ass a squeeze. ]
If we're fake-married tonight, does that mean I'm Fjord Tealeaf?
[ He hooks that leg over Fjord's hip for a nice, easy access to a round cheek, laughing a little as it's squeezed. He licks his way into that exploring mouth, hungrily kissing and letting his hands play under the hem of the half-orc's shirt to drag over the trail of hair there.
His mouth curls into a gleeful smile as his lover adds 'Tealeaf' to his name and it's... surprisingly easy to be okay with that. Maybe because it was as made up as he was, and it was his to do whatever he wanted with. ]
[ Those happy eyes tell him all he needs to know about Molly's opinion on that, even without the hands roaming under his shirt. He doesn't have the patience to sit up properly and manages to drag his top off awkwardly by shifting his weight back and forth, tossing the damned thing aside when his head pops free. Not a moment wasted! It's all too obvious how eager he is to be close to Molly, rucking up the tiefling's clothes as he kisses him, nails running up a slim waist ... it's been a while. He loves to touch him, knowing exactly where the scars are.
A soft moan melts into their mouths as he finds a line of hair leading beneath Molly's pants and traces it with a fingertip. ]
[ Molly's all laughter and happy kisses as the bed moves with each of their attempts to pull clothes off. He's glad he had taken his boots off earlier, because after such a long time missing this, the tiefling was starving. ]
Gods, me too... I haven't gotten off in like a month, I didn't want to when it wasn't you.
[ He didn't feel like sleeping around while being a depressed disaster, and when they made up he wanted to wait. Hug, touch, just be near Fjord and get all the tactile fondness in before he could continue. And this? This was a perfect rekindling.
Molly arches that flexible body against the touch, offering more of that wandering line of deep purple down beneath his pants while his hands roam over the now exposed chest hungrily. ]
[ That shouldn't be so touching but it absolutely is, warming something inside of him. His hand slips beneath a waistband to palm at that neglected cock and let the warmth of his hand enclose it, stroking with light touches that he knows from previous experience drive Molly mad. Good. He wants him worked up for this.
Nuzzling a cheek as they part for a breath, he tries to catch his eye. ]
Molly, I want ...
[ He rehearsed this, god damn it. Licking his lips, he tries again and adds a firm squeeze to the hot length in his palm. ]
[ Molly moans softly against a green neck when he's palmed like that, the lavender cock quick to harden under the touch and making his breath hitch prettily. He meets Fjord's eyes and his expression softens more, listening more closely as his lover nervously states his desires.
It makes his heart soar and he smiles even bigger, leaning in to kiss again. ]
Of course, love. I would be delighted to, you'd look so hot under me.
[ Big man like him, spread out and his for the taking, literally and figuratively? Molly hasn't been giving for a while here on the island, and just the fact that Fjord feels comfortable enough to ask... ]
[ Molly's ease with the notion goes miles towards relaxing Fjord who kisses him again, slowly. ]
I want to be good for you, so tell me what to do whenever you need to. I've got the gist of it, [ laughing under his breath, ] but it's a new point of view.
[ First, he wriggles back so he can peel down those leggings and get his mouth on that hardening dick, no fuss about the way he does it with a long hot lick up the underside of that purple shaft. He's never missed a shade more. ]
Oh darling, the fact that you want to makes it good alread- ahhhh...
[ How can he keep talking coherently when there's a tongue on his dick? Molly grabs at that lovely salt-and-pepper hair, stroking it back from a handsome face and watching Fjord lick his dick like it's delicious. He only briefly takes his eyes away when he one-handedly pulls off his own shirt, somehow without getting it caught on his horns. ]
[ Perhaps all that mating propaganda in his head wasn't for nothing; he hums as he slips Molly between his lips and the scent of him fills his nose, the taste of him sharp and hot as it burns across the back of a cushioning tongue. Fjord wraps a possessive arm around Molly's waist and drags those pants down further with his free hand, shoving them off as he refuses to leave off sucking him for even a moment, feeling somehow like he's back where he ought to be.
This feels like home, surrounded by Molly's skin and smell and softness. It calms him, beneath the simmering arousal, and he's not afraid of putting himself in Molly's hands. ]
[ Molly's in heaven, loving every touch and gasping out his lover's name when that wonderful mouth envelops him and his cock sinks into wet and hot, lightly cradled between two tusks. Just having Fjord near had been so soothing to his frazzled self lately, but this felt like everything had righted itself.
He belonged here, under or above this man, and it's cheesy and wonderful in one. ]
Gods, you feel so good... so good, darling.
[ The tiefling praises softly between breaths, letting himself sink into a space of utter content and pleasure. He loves this, loves Fjord and it's wonderful. ]
[ There are tricks he remembers, preferences of Molly's that stuck in his head like glue the first time he ever did this, like the way when he pulls back to mouth around the tip he knows to rub his lips under the flared crown and suck with little finesse, loud, wet noises slickly filling the room from where he's worshipping his boyfriend from his lap. Tonguing the slit, he glances up and blinks dazedly, eyes blown dark, and takes his time sucking on him. ]
[ Molly is an absolutely flushed mess when Fjord looks up. He's biting his lip, grasping the new sheets and moaning unashamedly every time his lover attacks a weak spot. He smiles down at the beautiful, wonderful man worshipping his cock like that, adoring everything about it. ]
Gods, Fjord...
[ He can feel himself drawing close already, after almost a month of nothing but a dream that he married Caleb. It's almost embarrassing, and he does his best to not push his hips up even if the strain to not move makes him quiver. ]
I'm gonna come if you keep going, love... it's been so long...
[ Life is full of hard choices (especially for Molly, hah), does Fjord want to see him come or feel that cock buried inside him? Tough, but a determination tonight has him leaving Molly's straining dick with a sweet peck on the tip. He crawls back up his body, idly trailing his ever-inquisitive fingers over taut balls and shuddering thighs, loving that he gets to. ]
[ Molly draws in breath to calm himself, specially after those fingers playing with him, but instead he finds himself laughing. Stud? ]
You're such a silly man.
[ The tiefling purrs, tipping that chin up so he can kiss Fjord again. Laughing in bed is one of his absolutely favorite things, and he 'retaliates' by slipping his fingers over those nipples, giving one a little pinch. ]
[ He hisses as Molly plays with him, lightly swatting his hands away. Fjord rolls onto his back, putting his hands behind his head in a show of confidence he only partially feels, but hopefully the tent in his pants will prove distracting for Molly. ]
[ Molly winks, laughing as he takes his hands off those nipples and instead makes himself comfortable between those nice thighs. He leans down to kiss at the hollows between pecs and then starts to pull down those pants to free his poor lover from his confinement.
At the comment, he chuckles and preens a bit. ]
I do like to be in charge! Plus the view is spectacular.
[ For emphasis, he pulls down the waistband at the same time, letting Fjord's cock spring free. ]
[ He stills blushes to this day when Molly exposes his dick so casually (and happily, sheesh) even if Fjord is much more at ease about it when just three months ago he would have balked at the slightest touch. In their faux marriage bed, he arches his hips up in a full-bodied stretch and helps kick off his slacks, sinking back into the incredibly soft white sheets. It feels like being cradled by a cloud, which helps him relax further. ]
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( molly; a different kind of faux-wedding )
And it's time, he's sure of that too.
Their beds, pushed back together when Fjord moved back in, are thrown out and replaced with a kingsize that takes up even more room but does the job of making his point. He can't separate anything again, he can't 'run away from us' as Molly put it; Fjord is showing he will stay, next time. It absolutely requires the assistance of others in the house to get up the staircase but thankfully the single Vox Machina in the house is also determined not to be bested by a bed and the furniture makes it safely into place, followed by fresh white blankets and flimsy drapes with what Fjord has discovered are ironically named fairy lights, minus the actual fairies. They plug into the wall like so many other gadgets on the island and the effect is exactly what he wanted, especially once flower petals are strewn across the sheets and fluffy pillows.
He puts some fresh fruit platter beside the bed, along with two beers. Molly likes the former and they both like the latter, it's fine. It's fine.
It's all a waiting game, then. Molly comes home and they have dinner while Fjord internally vibrates while pretending nothing is different, barely containing his secret when he has to explain the new hole in the wall by the stairs where he dropped his end of the kingsize frame and Vax (freakishly strong on his end?
20!) nearly saw a wooden bed-leg go through a green head (2). Fjord ... accidentally summoned the Star Razor too close to the wall? Sure, that works.When he takes Molly by the hand and leads him upstairs there are a few stray petals along the way. ]
I've got a surprise for you, come on.
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insight 13) as his boyfriend looks like he's about to vibrate out of his skin.The tiefling smiles as he hears that Fjord has a surprised for him, immediately excited to hear that his lovely boyfriend thought of him. He hurries up the stairs with Fjord, noticing a few petals on the floor. Did he get him a whole bunch of flowers again? That had been nice, even if most of them had been a little squished once they made out.
When he enters their room, though, Molly's mouth falls open in awe. ]
Holy shit.
[ It's not very eloquent but definitely genuine, and a look of delight lights up his face. A big bed! New sheets! Little pretty lights... flower petals! It was as romantic as Jester's stories and he's a little floored. ]
...it's amazing.
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I could tell it was bugging you that we didn't share a dream of getting married. So, not to get too heavy and propose or anything, [ yikes ] I wanted to give you a honeymoon too.
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Here they are, though. With such a pretty bed and a loving man. ]
I adore it. Fjord, it's... wow. You did a lot of work.
[ There's a a pause. ]
...is this why there's a hole in the wall?
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[ He drops his forehead to a shoulder, smooching his way up as far as he can get with those horns. ]
I remembered what you said about my tendency to ... run away. So, I've got rid of the single beds and found a kingsize for us to share, no matter what. [ Squeezing around Molly's middle, he teases, ] You can rest easy knowing I'm not strong enough to split that thing in half.
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[ Then the half-orc explains his reasoning for the new bed and Molly's eyes widen before he pulls free and turns around to kiss Fjord passionately. To do something like this, to smooth over something he just mentioned bothered him... this sweetheart of a man was too good for this world.
Especially this world. ]
I love you... and you're a genius.
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I definitely am.
[ Dipping down to sweep Molly up in his arms (18! yes!!) despite his earlier failures in the day he finds no problem in carrying his boyfriend over to the bed and laying him down. ]
No one's going to bother us tonight, I made a point of letting them know we'd be busy ...
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Oh, we're definitely going to be busy. Gods, I missed your touch so much...
[ He reaches up to grab at his boyfriend's shirt to pull him down over himself. ]
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If we're fake-married tonight, does that mean I'm Fjord Tealeaf?
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His mouth curls into a gleeful smile as his lover adds 'Tealeaf' to his name and it's... surprisingly easy to be okay with that. Maybe because it was as made up as he was, and it was his to do whatever he wanted with. ]
Mr. Tealeaf.
[ He purrs, red eyes gleaming. ]
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A soft moan melts into their mouths as he finds a line of hair leading beneath Molly's pants and traces it with a fingertip. ]
I've missed this ...
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Gods, me too... I haven't gotten off in like a month, I didn't want to when it wasn't you.
[ He didn't feel like sleeping around while being a depressed disaster, and when they made up he wanted to wait. Hug, touch, just be near Fjord and get all the tactile fondness in before he could continue. And this? This was a perfect rekindling.
Molly arches that flexible body against the touch, offering more of that wandering line of deep purple down beneath his pants while his hands roam over the now exposed chest hungrily. ]
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[ That shouldn't be so touching but it absolutely is, warming something inside of him. His hand slips beneath a waistband to palm at that neglected cock and let the warmth of his hand enclose it, stroking with light touches that he knows from previous experience drive Molly mad. Good. He wants him worked up for this.
Nuzzling a cheek as they part for a breath, he tries to catch his eye. ]
Molly, I want ...
[ He rehearsed this, god damn it. Licking his lips, he tries again and adds a firm squeeze to the hot length in his palm. ]
I want you to fuck me. Tonight.
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It makes his heart soar and he smiles even bigger, leaning in to kiss again. ]
Of course, love. I would be delighted to, you'd look so hot under me.
[ Big man like him, spread out and his for the taking, literally and figuratively? Molly hasn't been giving for a while here on the island, and just the fact that Fjord feels comfortable enough to ask... ]
Nothing would make me happier.
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I want to be good for you, so tell me what to do whenever you need to. I've got the gist of it, [ laughing under his breath, ] but it's a new point of view.
[ First, he wriggles back so he can peel down those leggings and get his mouth on that hardening dick, no fuss about the way he does it with a long hot lick up the underside of that purple shaft. He's never missed a shade more. ]
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[ How can he keep talking coherently when there's a tongue on his dick? Molly grabs at that lovely salt-and-pepper hair, stroking it back from a handsome face and watching Fjord lick his dick like it's delicious. He only briefly takes his eyes away when he one-handedly pulls off his own shirt, somehow without getting it caught on his horns. ]
Look at you...
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This feels like home, surrounded by Molly's skin and smell and softness. It calms him, beneath the simmering arousal, and he's not afraid of putting himself in Molly's hands. ]
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He belonged here, under or above this man, and it's cheesy and wonderful in one. ]
Gods, you feel so good... so good, darling.
[ The tiefling praises softly between breaths, letting himself sink into a space of utter content and pleasure. He loves this, loves Fjord and it's wonderful. ]
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Gods, Fjord...
[ He can feel himself drawing close already, after almost a month of nothing but a dream that he married Caleb. It's almost embarrassing, and he does his best to not push his hips up even if the strain to not move makes him quiver. ]
I'm gonna come if you keep going, love... it's been so long...
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Take the lead then, stud.
[ If Molly can overcome his own hedonism! ]
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You're such a silly man.
[ The tiefling purrs, tipping that chin up so he can kiss Fjord again. Laughing in bed is one of his absolutely favorite things, and he 'retaliates' by slipping his fingers over those nipples, giving one a little pinch. ]
Roll over, big guy.
[ He needs to be on top this time! ]
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[ He hisses as Molly plays with him, lightly swatting his hands away. Fjord rolls onto his back, putting his hands behind his head in a show of confidence he only partially feels, but hopefully the tent in his pants will prove distracting for Molly. ]
You like being on top more than you admit.
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[ Molly winks, laughing as he takes his hands off those nipples and instead makes himself comfortable between those nice thighs. He leans down to kiss at the hollows between pecs and then starts to pull down those pants to free his poor lover from his confinement.
At the comment, he chuckles and preens a bit. ]
I do like to be in charge! Plus the view is spectacular.
[ For emphasis, he pulls down the waistband at the same time, letting Fjord's cock spring free. ]
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Congratulations, I'm officially seduced.
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