[ 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. ]
[ He's delighted by that blush, helping Fjord off with his pants. he looks like the most delicate morsel like this, and it earns him another kiss on the hip as Molly pulls him closer. Winking, he then leans down to slide his tongue over that perfect, thick cock that's just screaming to be devoured.
The moan that comes from the tiefling is sinful, adoring the taste. It was so quintessentially Fjord - his scent fills his senses and makes him stupidly happy. He's longed for this so much, and he wants everything at once - greedy and excited.
However, his lover had requested something very special. ]
Mmm... is the oil still under the pillow or did that go the way of the other beds?
[ The soft sound that leaves him as he watches that forked tongue slither over his cock is helplessly aroused, panting as he reaches under the pillows to find the fresh bottle of oil (so romantic). It gets tossed down the bed, yellow eyes following it to lock back on Molly. Fjord's cock is dark green and shining from a mix of precome and spit, bobbing in a curve toward his belly, annoyingly in the way of his field of vision as he looks his lover over while remembering what he asked for.
Yes, he still wants that. Wants Molly between his legs in so many ways, feeling no shame in his urgency as he rides the hot instinct of it. ]
When you're inside, I want to feel you come there too.
[ If they do this, they do it properly and he gets everything. ]
[ Fjord can't just say things like that and think Molly can concentrate! It makes his blood burn with desire and his mouth quirk into a fanged smile, quick hands catching the oil and setting it down next to him so he knows where it is. ]
You'll like it, love. I know you will.
[ Molly leans down to suck slightly at the fat head, amusing himself with little kitten licks and teases while he uses one hand to drag down a pillow and put it under Fjord's hips. He puts a bit of oil on his fingers and slips them downwards, over those balls and further underneath. ]
Relax for me, Fjord. Let me show you how it will feel.
[ With that, he starts massaging that area, letting him feel the press of his fingers as that cock slides halfway down his throat (as much as he can take, with that thickness). If he can keep Fjord overwhelmed, maybe it would be easier for him to let go of any worry or hesitation. ]
[ Molly knows him all too well. As Fjord gets comfortable with his hips weirdly in the air where they rest on a pillow, he has every intention of attempting some kind of meditation to calm down but the heat of Molly sucking him off shatters that idea before it even begins, drawing out a throaty groan. The tension in his legs melts away as he focuses on both sensations, letting the pleasure from one run into the other as Molly starts rubbing at his rim. He did all his overthinking earlier in the bathroom when he trimmed and cleaned up out of self-consciousness, so it's easier to relax now in the wake of earlier industrious panic.
Fjord reaches down to card his fingers through Molly's hair, giving one of his horns a tug forward to make him take a little more of his dick, not enough to gag, but. Well. It's a fun game on any other night, too. ]
I hope I'm good at this.
[ The confession breathes out around a moan. Green legs fall open further, the lighter variegation of normally unseen inner thighs on full display.
[ Molly groans happily as he's tugged forward a bit, taking that cock in a little deeper like he's decided breathing isn't something he needs to do any more. It absolutely surrounds him with Fjord in every possible way, and it nearly makes him forget what he's doing. Pulling back, he swirls his tongue around the head on the way out, and then licks his lips a bit with a smile and a ragged, hot breath.
Gods, he's so beautiful like this, spread open for him. He can tell that Fjord's been primping, looking trimmed and lovely even if it as good the way it was before. That nervous confession just tells him more. ]
Love, you're going to be wonderful. [ He says, low and sweet. ] All you have to do is go with your gut, and tell me if something doesn't feel good. Not only if it feels bad, but if it isn't good.
[ One of those short-trimmed fingers circle that rim once again, and then slowly starts to sink in while the tiefling returns to swallowing down that cock. ]
Okay. Okay ... even if things aren't good. Got it.
[ So he doesn't have to just take anything, he can keep hold of his agency (he loves Molly for saying that). Relaxing as he feels his cock swallowed again, the press of that finger is relegated to a dull pressure in the back of his mind as he babbles nervously, needing to around the groans and shortened breaths. ]
I've never wanted to do this before, not with anyone. Not really thought about it, except with you, and ... ah, [ he pays more attention to the sensation of being opened up when his cock twitches and he reflexively squeezes down on that finger. It's a new sensation, although not as much as Molly might think. ] When I pictured you doing it, I would try and ... and touch myself in the bath, but I could n-never reach.
[ Molly purrs around that pretty dick as Fjord takes his finger so well. His tail sways a bit behind him as he listens, and it's both a hot and slightly sad thought that Fjord has tried to put fingers in himself and never managed to to get it right.
He licks his way up the half-orc's spit-slick and shiny erection to tilt his head up and watch his lover, the slight glow of the red eyes coloring the undersides of his lashes. ]
I got you, Fjord. I'll show you everything.
[ With that, he sinks his finger in a bit deeper, always careful to make sure he's nice and slick. He might like a little burn with his stretch, especially while on a dick, but this was the half-orc's first time and he wasn't that fond of pain in the first place.
Curling his finger a bit, Molly has to sink it in all the way before he can find what he's looking for and gently rub the pad of his finger over it. ]
This is what that lovely cock hits in me when you get that perfect angle.
[ His fingers would never have been able to find the angle Molly's do with almost unerring precision, a slightly larger than human or tiefling prostate making it a relatively simple task to rub over it. Fjord's back bows off the bed as soon as Molly touches him there and he gasps sharply, lashes fluttering as he transfers his grip to the sheets in a bid not to yank on Molly's hair or horns. ]
Hah! I ... I, ah ...
[ He cracks his eyes open, looking past his dick at Molly, mouth agape. Can he stop the sprawling of his thighs or his knees hiking up? No. Does he care? Gods, that feels so good ... ]
[ The tiefling chuckles a bit as Fjord arches and gasps like that, endeared by the honest and pure reaction. He figured the half-orc would have a slightly easier to find prostate with all the lovely precome he would leak during their fun, and it makes a good target for exploring to see what Fjord likes best. Stroking, rubbing, a light tap? Molly's trying it all, smiling as he pays attention to his lover's reactions.
It was all so lovely to see, and he's planning to get Fjord to the edge and back again to have him as hungry and desperate as possible. ]
Look at you, you're so fucking gorgeous. Taking me so well.
[ The embarrassingly whiny noises spilling from him soon have an arm covering his face as he bites his lip. He doesn't want to see the way he rocks down to feel more of that finger, feeling wantonly lewd and a little stupid because he never usually begs (like this) or wants to be fucked.
He's being fucked. ]
Molls, come up here and kiss me.
[ Feeling overwhelmed, he untangles his nails from the blankets and reaches for his boyfriend, wanting to feel his comforting weight. It's all so good, the burning pleasure has his dick smearing precome on his belly, but he needs an anchor before steam comes out of his ears and he overheats. ]
Shh. It's okay to make noises, love. Remember how loud I can be. It makes it even better!
[ Molly gives that wonderfully wet cock another long lick before he moves up, using some of that flexibility to meet Fjord's lips while still keeping that finger deep. Another filthy, hungry kiss and he starts to add another finger, all while stroking his first over that wonderful bump to keep his lover feeling good.
It's a blessing that Fjord likes it, as not all people can, and he wants the half-orc to feel so overwhelmed. Molly's really hard and hungry by now, grinding slightly against the mattress to take the edge off a bit. ]
[ It's like his equilibrium returns when Molly kisses him, stealing his breath with lavish licks and no end of affection. Fjord runs his hands up the tiefling's neck and into his hair, finding out he can drape a leg around him to pull him closer. It feels okay with two fingers, it takes a few minutes to completely relax around them (as much as he can) but it's still not uncomfortable like he's wary of and he puts it down to running his hands over scarred, tattooed skin that stays warm and reassuringly solid over him. He's not alone.
Moans fill the room again as he tries to match the press of those fingers and awkwardly buck up, chasing their length. A nuzzle across Molly's cheek finds his lips for a kiss more words than anything. ]
How long until you can fuck me?
[ Eagerly, Fjord runs his hands up Molly's sides and around his back, wanting him to feel stirred up by this too. He drags him in as close as he can with Molly's arm trapped between them. ]
[ He replies with a husky, desperately turned on voice - reaching down his other hand to grab that leg to hook it further around him. Kisses rain on Fjord's face, sometimes heavily and heatedly on his lips. As he starts scissoring those digits, he leans in to suck a hickey against a green neck as a distraction.
He might not be big like Fjord, but Molly wants him as open and ready as possible when he finally fucks his lovely boyfriend. Only pleasure. ]
I'm going to make you feel so good, watch you take my cock and moan for me when I fuck you.
[ The sweet dirty talk dissolves into soft moans and more kissing, spreading his fingers wide inside Fjord. ]
N-now?
[ Molly doesn't care that his voice breaks, just wanting this so badly. ]
[ The scissoring makes him whimper and cling but he bears with it because he knows the size of Molly's dick, although he makes a mental note to eat him out more and do less of that in the future now that he has experienced it first-hand (haha). Molly must like the aches, he concludes, because there's a bit of it around the pleasure, but there's so much going on that Fjord mostly wants to feel something other than slender fingers up his (apparently!) sensitive ass.
Raking his claws down Molly's sides, he hums into the filthy promises and nods, desperate to find out if things will get even better. His brain still breaks a little on the idea he's being fucked but the sight and weight of Molly above directly calms him down, needing that constant reminder of who it is trying to get inside him. Inside him. Oh, gods. ]
[ Molly immediately slows a little when he hears that whimper, kissing Fjord's lips sweetly as an apology. His lover is sensitive, it seems, and he needs to calm himself a bit. He takes a moment to kiss his boyfriend and rub at that prostate again, wanting him to go back to that pleasure while he dribbles a generous amount of oil on his cock.
Fjord asks him to hurry but Molly takes his time, slipping his fingers out and replacing them with his cock circling that rim. ]
Try to relax, love. I'll go slowly.
[ That tapered head makes it easier to slip inside, just the head at first to let Fjord get used to the intrusion. ]
[ Sweating like a bitch, he rakes his hair out of his eyes and leans back, draping his wrists around Molly's neck. The initial press of that cock which he knows very well by sight is unsurprisingly easy, at least because of its shape, and he takes a moment before nodding that Molly can continue. It's different to the fingers, firm and hot in a way he can't ignore just from kisses.
He tugs on Molly's hair, longer since they arrived. ]
Think your dick shrank if that's all you've got to give me.
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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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The moan that comes from the tiefling is sinful, adoring the taste. It was so quintessentially Fjord - his scent fills his senses and makes him stupidly happy. He's longed for this so much, and he wants everything at once - greedy and excited.
However, his lover had requested something very special. ]
Mmm... is the oil still under the pillow or did that go the way of the other beds?
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Yes, he still wants that. Wants Molly between his legs in so many ways, feeling no shame in his urgency as he rides the hot instinct of it. ]
When you're inside, I want to feel you come there too.
[ If they do this, they do it properly and he gets everything. ]
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[ Fjord can't just say things like that and think Molly can concentrate! It makes his blood burn with desire and his mouth quirk into a fanged smile, quick hands catching the oil and setting it down next to him so he knows where it is. ]
You'll like it, love. I know you will.
[ Molly leans down to suck slightly at the fat head, amusing himself with little kitten licks and teases while he uses one hand to drag down a pillow and put it under Fjord's hips. He puts a bit of oil on his fingers and slips them downwards, over those balls and further underneath. ]
Relax for me, Fjord. Let me show you how it will feel.
[ With that, he starts massaging that area, letting him feel the press of his fingers as that cock slides halfway down his throat (as much as he can take, with that thickness). If he can keep Fjord overwhelmed, maybe it would be easier for him to let go of any worry or hesitation. ]
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Fjord reaches down to card his fingers through Molly's hair, giving one of his horns a tug forward to make him take a little more of his dick, not enough to gag, but. Well. It's a fun game on any other night, too. ]
I hope I'm good at this.
[ The confession breathes out around a moan. Green legs fall open further, the lighter variegation of normally unseen inner thighs on full display.
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Gods, he's so beautiful like this, spread open for him. He can tell that Fjord's been primping, looking trimmed and lovely even if it as good the way it was before. That nervous confession just tells him more. ]
Love, you're going to be wonderful. [ He says, low and sweet. ] All you have to do is go with your gut, and tell me if something doesn't feel good. Not only if it feels bad, but if it isn't good.
[ One of those short-trimmed fingers circle that rim once again, and then slowly starts to sink in while the tiefling returns to swallowing down that cock. ]
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[ So he doesn't have to just take anything, he can keep hold of his agency (he loves Molly for saying that). Relaxing as he feels his cock swallowed again, the press of that finger is relegated to a dull pressure in the back of his mind as he babbles nervously, needing to around the groans and shortened breaths. ]
I've never wanted to do this before, not with anyone. Not really thought about it, except with you, and ... ah, [ he pays more attention to the sensation of being opened up when his cock twitches and he reflexively squeezes down on that finger. It's a new sensation, although not as much as Molly might think. ] When I pictured you doing it, I would try and ... and touch myself in the bath, but I could n-never reach.
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He licks his way up the half-orc's spit-slick and shiny erection to tilt his head up and watch his lover, the slight glow of the red eyes coloring the undersides of his lashes. ]
I got you, Fjord. I'll show you everything.
[ With that, he sinks his finger in a bit deeper, always careful to make sure he's nice and slick. He might like a little burn with his stretch, especially while on a dick, but this was the half-orc's first time and he wasn't that fond of pain in the first place.
Curling his finger a bit, Molly has to sink it in all the way before he can find what he's looking for and gently rub the pad of his finger over it. ]
This is what that lovely cock hits in me when you get that perfect angle.
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Hah! I ... I, ah ...
[ He cracks his eyes open, looking past his dick at Molly, mouth agape. Can he stop the sprawling of his thighs or his knees hiking up? No. Does he care? Gods, that feels so good ... ]
Since when has that been there! Holy fuck.
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It was all so lovely to see, and he's planning to get Fjord to the edge and back again to have him as hungry and desperate as possible. ]
Look at you, you're so fucking gorgeous. Taking me so well.
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He's being fucked. ]
Molls, come up here and kiss me.
[ Feeling overwhelmed, he untangles his nails from the blankets and reaches for his boyfriend, wanting to feel his comforting weight. It's all so good, the burning pleasure has his dick smearing precome on his belly, but he needs an anchor before steam comes out of his ears and he overheats. ]
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[ Molly gives that wonderfully wet cock another long lick before he moves up, using some of that flexibility to meet Fjord's lips while still keeping that finger deep. Another filthy, hungry kiss and he starts to add another finger, all while stroking his first over that wonderful bump to keep his lover feeling good.
It's a blessing that Fjord likes it, as not all people can, and he wants the half-orc to feel so overwhelmed. Molly's really hard and hungry by now, grinding slightly against the mattress to take the edge off a bit. ]
You're so good for me, Fjord. I love you.
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Moans fill the room again as he tries to match the press of those fingers and awkwardly buck up, chasing their length. A nuzzle across Molly's cheek finds his lips for a kiss more words than anything. ]
How long until you can fuck me?
[ Eagerly, Fjord runs his hands up Molly's sides and around his back, wanting him to feel stirred up by this too. He drags him in as close as he can with Molly's arm trapped between them. ]
I want you.
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[ He replies with a husky, desperately turned on voice - reaching down his other hand to grab that leg to hook it further around him. Kisses rain on Fjord's face, sometimes heavily and heatedly on his lips. As he starts scissoring those digits, he leans in to suck a hickey against a green neck as a distraction.
He might not be big like Fjord, but Molly wants him as open and ready as possible when he finally fucks his lovely boyfriend. Only pleasure. ]
I'm going to make you feel so good, watch you take my cock and moan for me when I fuck you.
[ The sweet dirty talk dissolves into soft moans and more kissing, spreading his fingers wide inside Fjord. ]
N-now?
[ Molly doesn't care that his voice breaks, just wanting this so badly. ]
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Raking his claws down Molly's sides, he hums into the filthy promises and nods, desperate to find out if things will get even better. His brain still breaks a little on the idea he's being fucked but the sight and weight of Molly above directly calms him down, needing that constant reminder of who it is trying to get inside him. Inside him. Oh, gods. ]
Yeah, yes. Do it, Molls, hurry up.
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Fjord asks him to hurry but Molly takes his time, slipping his fingers out and replacing them with his cock circling that rim. ]
Try to relax, love. I'll go slowly.
[ That tapered head makes it easier to slip inside, just the head at first to let Fjord get used to the intrusion. ]
Look at you...
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He tugs on Molly's hair, longer since they arrived. ]
Think your dick shrank if that's all you've got to give me.
[ Heh. ]
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