[ He's glad that he can't be pushed this far too often otherwise he might go crazy or wear his own dick out. When Molly comes and he manages to do it while Fjord is filling him up it feels like bliss, dropping kisses in reward all down a shoulder and up a neck. He can feel himself inside Molly with the hand iver Molly's belly and it awakens a rumbling growl of approval.
A moment spent cuddling ends when he pulls out, come following down a purple ass, to knock Molly's raised leg back to the bedsheets and get between his thighs. Fjord rests on an arm over him as he fits his cock back into place and thrusts, settling in position.
The red ring inside his yellow eyes is thicker and he gets comfortable. ]
I ... I need you wrapped around me, I won't move. I just ... need ...
[ Molly purrs happily, breathless and messy. He whines when Fjord pulls out, both because he doesn't want him to and the fact that he's damn sensitive. He allows his lover to handle him how he wants, and then settles once more with a content sigh and a smile once the half-orc returns.
It quickly turns into a soft groan as he's filled with that cock again, his sore buttocks protesting a bit when thrusted against - but Molly couldn't care less. This was bliss. ]
I'm not going anywhere, love. I'm here, I'm with you.
[ He clings to Fjord, wrapping both his arms and tail around him with a smile. ]
[ When he looks at Molly the yellow of his eyes has all but disappeared being dilated pupils, a ring of red on view around them instead. He brushes back Molly's hair, trying to steady his own breathing. Overwhelming Molly isn't something he wants to do, ever. ]
You said for me to keep fucking you, do you still want that?
[ He's cursed to carry it out, and willingly will, but only if Molly is standing by his earlier words of passion. ]
[ Molly's trembling slightly, definitely a little overwhelmed but loving it, loves Fjord so much... but when he turns a bit to look his lover in the eyes he has to ask- ]
Tell me if you are okay with this or not. I do not want you regret anything.
[ The red ring is pretty, but it's also a sign of what Fjord didn't want when they talked about his baser instincts. ]
I want you to fuck me in a way that makes you happy.
[ The pace picks up as he starts to move, helping lift Molly's legs around his waist so he can hold on easily as Fjord drives into him with firm thrusts, lashes fluttering as he peers down at him. The roughness of his breath sounds loud to his own ears over the slap of flesh contained in their bedroom, and he combs back Molly's hair whenever he isn't touching him elsewhere, teasing his tits or scratching at hips. It's as if Fjord's orgasms are spread out into smaller bursts whenever he seizes up and comes, rasping or snarling, biting back Common curses, and always lavishing Molly in kisses to check he's coping alright. ]
[ Molly's a loud, happy little whore throughout it all, probably ruining the rest of the day for everyone else - but at his fourth, trembling orgasm he can't even think anymore. The bed is soaked with come and sweat and the tiefling is utterly boneless, barely able to move.
It finally starts to actually hurt and the whine is less happy and more of a cringe. He reaches out to grasp one of those big, sweet hands in his own, holding it close to his chest. After all this time, the self-proclaimed sex fiend has to finally tap out. ]
[ His human heritage wearies him around the same time Molly valiantly taps out, and he eases free to drop down heavily beside him, panting against his boyfriend's shoulder. His arm drapes across Molly's chest and Fjord murmurs an I love you, love you so much, something beneath the curse glad of the reprieve. Even half-orcs have their limits, it seems.
He nuzzles in and holds Molly as requested, starting to snore before he even knows it. They can clean up whenever they return to the land of the living, and Fjord will make sure Molly is taken care of as soon as he isn't passing out. ]
[ Molly's also out almost as soon as he's held, not caring about anything else in the world than his boyfriend at his back. He'll wake up later and complain about his buttcheeks hurting, but for now he slides into blissful sleep. ]
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A moment spent cuddling ends when he pulls out, come following down a purple ass, to knock Molly's raised leg back to the bedsheets and get between his thighs. Fjord rests on an arm over him as he fits his cock back into place and thrusts, settling in position.
The red ring inside his yellow eyes is thicker and he gets comfortable. ]
I ... I need you wrapped around me, I won't move. I just ... need ...
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It quickly turns into a soft groan as he's filled with that cock again, his sore buttocks protesting a bit when thrusted against - but Molly couldn't care less. This was bliss. ]
I'm not going anywhere, love. I'm here, I'm with you.
[ He clings to Fjord, wrapping both his arms and tail around him with a smile. ]
You have me.
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[ When he looks at Molly the yellow of his eyes has all but disappeared being dilated pupils, a ring of red on view around them instead. He brushes back Molly's hair, trying to steady his own breathing. Overwhelming Molly isn't something he wants to do, ever. ]
You said for me to keep fucking you, do you still want that?
[ He's cursed to carry it out, and willingly will, but only if Molly is standing by his earlier words of passion. ]
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Tell me if you are okay with this or not. I do not want you regret anything.
[ The red ring is pretty, but it's also a sign of what Fjord didn't want when they talked about his baser instincts. ]
I want you to fuck me in a way that makes you happy.
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[ Cupping his cheek, he looks him in the eye and says around the heat affecting his senses and the curse wiring his mind, ]
I'm always happy when I'm with you.
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Then breed me, Fjord. Make me unable to leave this bed for the rest of the day. I can handle it.
[ And if he can't, his lover still has to obey him even if he's out of his mind, so it's a win-win. ]
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[ The pace picks up as he starts to move, helping lift Molly's legs around his waist so he can hold on easily as Fjord drives into him with firm thrusts, lashes fluttering as he peers down at him. The roughness of his breath sounds loud to his own ears over the slap of flesh contained in their bedroom, and he combs back Molly's hair whenever he isn't touching him elsewhere, teasing his tits or scratching at hips. It's as if Fjord's orgasms are spread out into smaller bursts whenever he seizes up and comes, rasping or snarling, biting back Common curses, and always lavishing Molly in kisses to check he's coping alright. ]
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It finally starts to actually hurt and the whine is less happy and more of a cringe. He reaches out to grasp one of those big, sweet hands in his own, holding it close to his chest. After all this time, the self-proclaimed sex fiend has to finally tap out. ]
Fjord... I can't... please just old me.
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He nuzzles in and holds Molly as requested, starting to snore before he even knows it. They can clean up whenever they return to the land of the living, and Fjord will make sure Molly is taken care of as soon as he isn't passing out. ]
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