[ Between the stroking of his dick and Molly fucking him in the exact spot he needs, Fjord doesn't last long and won't lose any pride later for knowing he lasted as long as he has. He arches off the bed into everything Molly, hands and cock and mouth and the sheer weight of him as he spills over purple fingers in waves, all of Fjord rocking helplessly in the blinding pleasure that throbs around his boyfriend, a heartbeat thundering out of control.
He pants hard through it, fingers grasping weakly for some part of Molly to hold onto, and a strain of whimpers leave him that have never seen the light of day before interspersed with Molly's name.
Completely wrecked and vulnerable, his head lolls to one side. ]
[ Molly slows down when Fjord comes, more gently fucking him through the orgasm before he stops to not overwhelm the half-orc. He's a panting, flushed mess above his lover, desperately trying to hold off his own end - no matter how good it feels. His boyfriend usually has two rounds in him, and Molly doubts he'll manage more than one when he's the one doing most of the work - it was easier to get hard again when Fjord was fucking him stupid after he's come once.
Leaning down, the tiefling kisses over a sweaty face, those lips and down to his neck once the head lolls sideways, making another big lovebite where everyone will see it. ]
So good for me, baby...
[ He says, trying to get his breathing under control and failing. Fjord feels so good, hot and tight around him, and he deserves the world for asking to do this. ]
Tell me when to move again. It might ache at first.
[ If it weren't for his libido he could fall asleep right there, but the flutter of kisses over his face and neck rouse him back into reality and off his happy cloud nine, now feeling smug as he wriggles his hips while staring up at Molly. Finding his roughened voice, he sighs contentedly into one of those roaming kisses. ]
On my front. I want to see ... what that's like.
[ He even dares to shoot Molly a wink as he tightens up around his cock. ]
[ Molly chuckles at the request, stealing another long, heated kiss from his lover. It was so fun to see what Fjord liked, and to be the one to get to help him experience this was a big ego boost to his already massive one.
The tightening around his cock makes the tiefling curse softly and give that ass a very light smack while pulling out - but as a punishment and a direction. ]
Turn around, then. I'll fuck you into the mattress until you scream my name.
[ Fjord turns with a hiss against the odd pain shooting up his spine, more noticeable without his pleasure-centre being rubbed raw. The bed creaks and groans under his weight as he spreads his legs and lets his erection rest in the soft sheets, glancing over a shoulder self-consciously. It never goes away, the lowkey anxiety.
Not until Molly is inside him, as it turns out.
He tries to arrange himself in some sort of attractive sprawl, hugging a pillow. Whether it works or not is left to fate, considering his complete lack of experience in being taken. ]
[ The tiefling gently rubs Fjord's tailbone when his lover makes a pained hiss. He then leans down to kiss up that spine, plastering himself over the half-orc's body. Molly can't completely envelop him like Fjord does for him, but he can kiss those shoulders as he starts pushing inside again.
Groaning at the feeling, he grabs at Fjord's sides, up to his shoulders and into his hair, starting to move his hips hungrily to do exactly what he had promised - fucking his boyfriend straight into the mattress. ]
[ He doesn't expect the kisses up his spine or the gentle touch there, relaxing into the bed before Molly slides up behind and in, and ohh that's a sensation Fjord won't forget as his legs spread on instinct to accommodate his mate. Boyfriend. Lover. All three apply. He can't think straight (hah!) while taking the full stretch of Molly's cock, and the most embarrassingly needy noises leave him when he feels him bottom-out. ]
Gods, fuck ... !
[ The hands roaming over his skin are an anchor as he arches back against Molly, desperate to feel him all over. It's hard to breathe and he's too sweaty but he feels incredible every time that purple dick rubs up just right, wringing out staccato gasps. ]
[ Molly's utterly lost in the moment, drowning in the feeling of Fjord around him, the taste of his skin under his wandering mouth - amusingly not reaching further than the shoulder blades thanks to their height difference.
(The absolutely filthy sound of him smacking into that lovely ass.)
It's all amazing, and the tiefling is honestly proud of himself for not coming yet. The heat coiling in his blood tells him it's going to be impossible to hold much more, though, and just like his boyfriend, his pride of getting Fjord off again is fighting his instinct to fill his lover with hot come. ]
[ The cries morph into pillow-bitten sobs as he starts to come, bucking back desperately with a complete breakdown of pride. He doesn't need it! When did he ever? Fjord tosses his head back as he flexes his hips to seat himself on Molly just so, cock pooling come on the fancy bedsheets as he groans loudly enough to be heard across the landing in the wizardhaus. He can't breathe, shivering as his vision blurs and he tightens around that incredible cock in pulses, reaching back to find Molly and drag him in close. ]
[ Those sobs hits him like a kick to the chest and he follows Fjord in orgasm, claws raking pink stripes at those hips and sides as he does just as promised and comes inside his gorgeous lover. He follows that tug to get closer, hips slowing to a slight rocking as the last throbs inside the half-orc subsides and he pins him down with his exhausted weight.
He'll roll off in a moment, just let him breathe. ]
[ Gasping against the pillows as he feels the hot rush of come from Molly paint his walls, he squirms beneath him and only settles once Molly collapses on top, a weak noise of satisfaction lodging in his throat. All there is for a while is the sound of their combined breathing, tired and sated. He certainly feels done, cock softening against the bed after so many new sensations wrung him dry.
When he can finally move, he curls an arm back to feel for Molly's hair, cupping his head to keep him close. ]
[ Molly groans softly against Fjord, leaning into the touch as his own breathing calms and he can make his brain work again. He feels so good, even as he softens inside his boyfriend. Although he has no where near the volume the half-orc has, some come still drips down the inner side of a lime-green thigh as he gently eases out.
He stays on top of Fjord, though. It seemed like he wanted Molly to be there, so he will do so for a little bit, all while pressing kisses to any skin he can reach. ]
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He pants hard through it, fingers grasping weakly for some part of Molly to hold onto, and a strain of whimpers leave him that have never seen the light of day before interspersed with Molly's name.
Completely wrecked and vulnerable, his head lolls to one side. ]
... M-Molls.
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Leaning down, the tiefling kisses over a sweaty face, those lips and down to his neck once the head lolls sideways, making another big lovebite where everyone will see it. ]
So good for me, baby...
[ He says, trying to get his breathing under control and failing. Fjord feels so good, hot and tight around him, and he deserves the world for asking to do this. ]
Tell me when to move again. It might ache at first.
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On my front. I want to see ... what that's like.
[ He even dares to shoot Molly a wink as he tightens up around his cock. ]
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The tightening around his cock makes the tiefling curse softly and give that ass a very light smack while pulling out - but as a punishment and a direction. ]
Turn around, then. I'll fuck you into the mattress until you scream my name.
[ He would definitely like that. ]
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Not until Molly is inside him, as it turns out.
He tries to arrange himself in some sort of attractive sprawl, hugging a pillow. Whether it works or not is left to fate, considering his complete lack of experience in being taken. ]
Well, what are you waiting for?
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Groaning at the feeling, he grabs at Fjord's sides, up to his shoulders and into his hair, starting to move his hips hungrily to do exactly what he had promised - fucking his boyfriend straight into the mattress. ]
Fuck, you're perfect like this...
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Gods, fuck ... !
[ The hands roaming over his skin are an anchor as he arches back against Molly, desperate to feel him all over. It's hard to breathe and he's too sweaty but he feels incredible every time that purple dick rubs up just right, wringing out staccato gasps. ]
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(The absolutely filthy sound of him smacking into that lovely ass.)
It's all amazing, and the tiefling is honestly proud of himself for not coming yet. The heat coiling in his blood tells him it's going to be impossible to hold much more, though, and just like his boyfriend, his pride of getting Fjord off again is fighting his instinct to fill his lover with hot come. ]
Gods, you're so good for me. So perfect. Mine.
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He'll roll off in a moment, just let him breathe. ]
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When he can finally move, he curls an arm back to feel for Molly's hair, cupping his head to keep him close. ]
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He stays on top of Fjord, though. It seemed like he wanted Molly to be there, so he will do so for a little bit, all while pressing kisses to any skin he can reach. ]
Beautiful.