[ 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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[ 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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