[ 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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(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.