[ As long as nobody was left outside, it could even be fun.
As Fjord starts cleaning his hair Molly absolutely melts at the feeling of those big hands rubbing his scalp and getting dirt and sweat away - together with a couple of soil clumps. He hit the ground a few times in a horse paddock, after all.
The rub around his horns even has him purring a bit, and it takes some immense willpower to pay attention. ]
...mmmhhmm... yeah. I like the little bun you have. [ It's somehow both cute and hot. ] Are you growing out the sides, too?
The undercut keeps me cool, I overheat. Lot of layers.
[ Fjord thoroughly shampoos and conditions Molly's hair with the fancy bottle slimes collected over the months, most of which he will deny using but has definitely sampled. He makes sure Molly smells nice and fruity before he froths up a sponge and starts working it over him too, some soothing vanilla he usually keeps for himself, and an arm curls around Molly's waist to let him relax as Fjord works him over one swirly rub at a time. Steam fills the shower and he kisses Molly's forehead on impulse. ]
Mm, I like that. Too bad Yasha isn't here, she could shave them.
[ A million reasons it's too bad she isn't here. Gods, Molly misses her.
However, apparently his boyfriend is currently trying to lure him into unconsciousness with all the sweet touches and nice smells. Molly's quickly lost in the feeling, wholly trusting Fjord to keep him safe and not slip in the shower as he's cleaned with such sweet care. The water is relaxing his aching body and the forehead kiss makes him smile so bright that it puts all his fangs on display.
Love was stupid, and he's a fool. ]
I did. Well... in a way. It was nice to move and fight again, but I am... very behind.
I like the sound of that. You have to show me your new moves now that you have your spells back.
[ He needs the push, needs the challenge. Maybe pushing himself enough will make it possible for him to unlock skills the body used to have and use them for his own. As much as he hates even the thought of his old self, Molly knows that at least Lucien is powerful.
He's pulled out of that thought when the sponge travels lower, and he smiles up at his lover. ]
Oh yes. I am awfully dirty.
[ Bruises and exhaustion aside, he wants to have fun. ]
[ Cooing in mock-disbelief, he drags the soft sponge all around a soft cock and under balls, making sure his wrist rubs the former each time he gets those bubbles into the creases of Molly's thighs. His back becomes Molly's brace again as Fjord settles his weight so they won't slip in the shower, and he nibbles his way up a neck while expertly avoiding a horn. ]
Never ...
[ Fjord grins. ]
Why, yer the cleanest, brand-spankin' new filly in the stable.
[ At first Molly's leaning back, enjoying every movement of that sponge and clever hands. The nibble draws a happy sigh from him, and he's already filling a little each time he's touched.
Then Fjord drops that and Molly laughs so hard that he nearly chokes on the shower spray. ]
That's terrible! You're terrible, I'm kicking you out of this shower.
[ He doesn't, though. Instead he slinks a hand around to grab his boyfriend's dick, running his slick fingers over the ridges. ]
[ He has to wheeze with laughter too (even if it ends in a squeak at that touch) because he really doesn't know how he kept that accent up for so long. ]
Aw, but honeybell! I'm just tryin' to treat a pretty thing like you right ... !
[ Molly melts into that kiss, snuggling close and grabbing those green cheeks right back. He looks up at Fjord with happy red eyes, and moves his kisses down a neck, trying to avoid the taste of soap. ]
[ He leans back and raises a suggestive brow, dropping the sponge to knead his way up to a tail. The slits of his pupils dilate slightly as he looks at Molly, traitors. ]
[ Molly slowly turns around, hips making a teasing sway as he does. The hand on his tail draws a pleased sigh from the tiefling and he smiles as he sees those pupils get rounder.
[ He makes sure Molly sees him lick his lips before he hems him in against the wall with kisses down the tiefling's neck, then his spine as Fjord sinks to his knees with a casual brush of that tail over his shoulder. He licks his way to the base and bites down gently with his tusks, sucking off rivulets of shower-water as they trickle down lavender skin.
He uses his thumbs to spread pert cheeks and buries his mouth against a pink hole, forcing Molly open around the length of his tongue. ]
[ Molly purrs at the kisses on his neck, but then Fjord sinks down on his knees and the tiefling already sighs happily. The lips, sucks and bites on his tail makes him quiver, and he curls it around a green shoulder once his lover moves elsewhere.
Fjord spreads him open like he's a delicious feast, and then that wonderful tongue is on him, sliding inside and teasing at the sensitive rim. He groans, steadying himself so he doesn't fall and then sings more in pleasure as he's eaten out like that.
[ Many apologies to anyone who wanted to use this bathroom any time soon, it's being used to make a tiefling sing with moans. Fjord makes sure Molly is lapsing into a reliable rhythm before he slips his tongue free and nips at the base of that tail, a finger sliding into the swollen pink hole left wanting to test how eager Molly is to be fucked. If Fjord loosens him up in here he figures they will have an easier time of it once Molly is spread out on their bed, aching again from his bruises. ]
[ It's a wonderful concerto, and Molly is almost overwhelmed by that tongue exploring him and the hot water flowing down on them. It's trapping him between a cooler tiled wall and a heated paradise. It's a lot of good feelings in one, but when there's a working pace going with the licking, his lover pulls back and nips his tail.
Fjord was too good with his weak spots!
Molly swishes it with another shiver rushing up his spine, and then a finger is sliding into him, rim loosened slightly by that lovely tongue. He rocks back at it as soon as Fjord's finger is seated deep inside, lightly fucking himself on it ]
[ Molly moaning and arching above has Fjord worked up in record time, one last hard bite to a bump on that tail leaving his mark before he gets to his feet and continues to finger him for a few kisses, sliding the digit free as he drapes in from behind. His voice is rough and heavy with want, and he guides Molly's hips back against his own. ]
Exactly how tired are you tonight?
[ The thick, blunt cockhead pressing against Molly's hole wants to be let in but doesn't force the issue as Fjord looms over Molly from behind. He rocks his hips, a dreamy sigh gusting over Molly's shoulder as the tip sinks in almost on second-thought, waiting there for permission to go further.
He did promise him sex on the furs, too. That's still on the cards. ]
[ There's a whine from the lavender tiefling at the bite, slim hips wiggling a bit in that grip and heart thudding with desire at that voice. How does his body react so easily to this man? He's so stupid for his boyfriend and it makes Molly smile. ]
Never too tired for your touch, Fjord...
[ Molly says, huskily and wanton as he feels that cock rub against him. Looking over his shoulder he grins, trying to steal a kiss and then pushing his body back, taking him further inside. His claws grind on the tiles and he gasps, filling himself with his lover. ]
[ Molly can steal all the kisses he wants, except for when he's sinking back on Fjord like that and robbing him of his breath. With Fjord taller he has to crouch a little in order to sink inside Molly but when he does he's back to full height and fucking Molly deep enough to push the tiefling onto his tiptoes. That's right, he thinks, nuzzling that shoulder and wrapping an arm around Molly for stability. That's where we belong. ]
I didn't mean to annoy you. [ He strokes Molly's cock at the tip, all around in the squeeze of his fist to keep him sensitive throughout the apology. Fjord finds a bruise to kiss. ] I just don't like seeing you hurt is all, love.
[ Molly grins as he takes Fjord's breath away - but then his lover stands fully and starts to fuck him deep. It really shows how much bigger Fjord is than him, and it's a thrill to be pushed up to his tiptoes at every deep stroke.
The hand at his cock draws a moan out of him, and the tiefling's head lean back against that sturdy chest as he melts into the hold, purring at the kiss at a blackened bruise. ]
It's okay, love. Ah... I just... want you to know.
[ His tail curls around a green ankle. ]
Mmm... when... when we get home? You're all I need.
[ I'm sorry you always have to remind me. He doesn't say it but he puts the sentiment into every kiss that melts up Molly's neck, gasps catching on a peacock-inked jaw with every returning thrust that stretches Fjord's mate out. Grinding in, he hums his agreement and plasters himself up against Molly from behind in an embrace, fucking him to a languid pace under the hot shower so that he doesn't strain those already aching muscles more than necessary by filling him up.
There's no rush, not here where they take care of each other and have all the time in the world to revel in the drag of their bodies. ]
[ Between the warmth of the water and the heat of the half-orc's body against his back, this is probably good for all those sore muscles, his calves and thighs stretching as he's fucked so slow and intimately. Molly has nearly forgotten all about his myriad of bruises and scrapes, any ache from Fjord's touches just adding to how good he feels. ]
I love you, oh... so much.
[ Molly rolls his hips slightly, meeting those thrusts lazily and being surprisingly patient for once - which might have it's explanation in how hard he's worked today. He's soaking up the feeling and the touch, leaning his head a bit to the side so those kisses can travel higher. ]
[ A snicker leaves him as he nuzzles his way into a kiss, capturing it with a smile as they indulge in some impulsive, heady love-making in the shower. Fjord strokes Molly the way he likes and fucks him to an easy tempo they can both work with, trying to find the best angle that gets Molly pleading. ]
Missed having me right here? Or is it here?
[ It's his favourite search-and-rescue game with Molly's pleasure. ]
[ Molly is all delighted smiles and heated, hungry sounds, loving the easy rhythm that feels as just as indulgent as them fucking in the shower. Fjord starts teasing, searching and it's not long until he finds the angle that makes the tiefling mewl. Molly moves one hand back to grab at his boyfriend's ass, desperate to keep him there. ]
Yes, yes... fuck, yes, right there!
[ It's a little different with their heights mismatched unlike in the bed, but damn if Molly doesn't love how Fjord looms over him like this, hiding him from the world until all that remains are them and the hot water raining down. ]
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[ As long as nobody was left outside, it could even be fun.
As Fjord starts cleaning his hair Molly absolutely melts at the feeling of those big hands rubbing his scalp and getting dirt and sweat away - together with a couple of soil clumps. He hit the ground a few times in a horse paddock, after all.
The rub around his horns even has him purring a bit, and it takes some immense willpower to pay attention. ]
...mmmhhmm... yeah. I like the little bun you have. [ It's somehow both cute and hot. ] Are you growing out the sides, too?
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[ Fjord thoroughly shampoos and conditions Molly's hair with the fancy bottle slimes collected over the months, most of which he will deny using but has definitely sampled. He makes sure Molly smells nice and fruity before he froths up a sponge and starts working it over him too, some soothing vanilla he usually keeps for himself, and an arm curls around Molly's waist to let him relax as Fjord works him over one swirly rub at a time. Steam fills the shower and he kisses Molly's forehead on impulse. ]
Did you enjoy sparring?
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[ A million reasons it's too bad she isn't here. Gods, Molly misses her.
However, apparently his boyfriend is currently trying to lure him into unconsciousness with all the sweet touches and nice smells. Molly's quickly lost in the feeling, wholly trusting Fjord to keep him safe and not slip in the shower as he's cleaned with such sweet care. The water is relaxing his aching body and the forehead kiss makes him smile so bright that it puts all his fangs on display.
Love was stupid, and he's a fool. ]
I did. Well... in a way. It was nice to move and fight again, but I am... very behind.
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[ He'll pull the worst attacks because he has no intention of seriously hurting Molly but there's a bit he can do to push him, even so. ]
Do you want me to clean ... here?
[ Sliding the bubbly sponge dowwwn between purple thighs, he tries to judge how tired Molly really is, promises of furry-bed sex or not. ]
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[ He needs the push, needs the challenge. Maybe pushing himself enough will make it possible for him to unlock skills the body used to have and use them for his own. As much as he hates even the thought of his old self, Molly knows that at least Lucien is powerful.
He's pulled out of that thought when the sponge travels lower, and he smiles up at his lover. ]
Oh yes. I am awfully dirty.
[ Bruises and exhaustion aside, he wants to have fun. ]
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[ Cooing in mock-disbelief, he drags the soft sponge all around a soft cock and under balls, making sure his wrist rubs the former each time he gets those bubbles into the creases of Molly's thighs. His back becomes Molly's brace again as Fjord settles his weight so they won't slip in the shower, and he nibbles his way up a neck while expertly avoiding a horn. ]
Never ...
[ Fjord grins. ]
Why, yer the cleanest, brand-spankin' new filly in the stable.
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Then Fjord drops that and Molly laughs so hard that he nearly chokes on the shower spray. ]
That's terrible! You're terrible, I'm kicking you out of this shower.
[ He doesn't, though. Instead he slinks a hand around to grab his boyfriend's dick, running his slick fingers over the ridges. ]
Just like a rowdy filly, you absolute maniac.
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Aw, but honeybell! I'm just tryin' to treat a pretty thing like you right ... !
[ He'll never stop! Pinching a thigh. ]
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Horrible. Just terrible. Keep it up.
[ Molly's always happy to be stupid and this is funny as hell. Joking after a long day is wonderful, and he adores laughing. ]
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Little darlin'.
[ That's all Molly gets before he's kissed firmly and fondly, two hands pulling him in by his ass for a shower snuggle. ]
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[ Molly melts into that kiss, snuggling close and grabbing those green cheeks right back. He looks up at Fjord with happy red eyes, and moves his kisses down a neck, trying to avoid the taste of soap. ]
Love you, you funny idiot.
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[ He leans back and raises a suggestive brow, dropping the sponge to knead his way up to a tail. The slits of his pupils dilate slightly as he looks at Molly, traitors. ]
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[ Molly slowly turns around, hips making a teasing sway as he does. The hand on his tail draws a pleased sigh from the tiefling and he smiles as he sees those pupils get rounder.
Fjord is so damn attractive. ]
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He uses his thumbs to spread pert cheeks and buries his mouth against a pink hole, forcing Molly open around the length of his tongue. ]
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Fjord spreads him open like he's a delicious feast, and then that wonderful tongue is on him, sliding inside and teasing at the sensitive rim. He groans, steadying himself so he doesn't fall and then sings more in pleasure as he's eaten out like that.
Gods, he loves this man. ]
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Fjord was too good with his weak spots!
Molly swishes it with another shiver rushing up his spine, and then a finger is sliding into him, rim loosened slightly by that lovely tongue. He rocks back at it as soon as Fjord's finger is seated deep inside, lightly fucking himself on it ]
Oh yes, Fjord... you tease.
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Exactly how tired are you tonight?
[ The thick, blunt cockhead pressing against Molly's hole wants to be let in but doesn't force the issue as Fjord looms over Molly from behind. He rocks his hips, a dreamy sigh gusting over Molly's shoulder as the tip sinks in almost on second-thought, waiting there for permission to go further.
He did promise him sex on the furs, too. That's still on the cards. ]
I love you, let me make you feel good.
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Never too tired for your touch, Fjord...
[ Molly says, huskily and wanton as he feels that cock rub against him. Looking over his shoulder he grins, trying to steal a kiss and then pushing his body back, taking him further inside. His claws grind on the tiles and he gasps, filling himself with his lover. ]
I love you too... please make me feel feel good.
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I didn't mean to annoy you. [ He strokes Molly's cock at the tip, all around in the squeeze of his fist to keep him sensitive throughout the apology. Fjord finds a bruise to kiss. ] I just don't like seeing you hurt is all, love.
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The hand at his cock draws a moan out of him, and the tiefling's head lean back against that sturdy chest as he melts into the hold, purring at the kiss at a blackened bruise. ]
It's okay, love. Ah... I just... want you to know.
[ His tail curls around a green ankle. ]
Mmm... when... when we get home? You're all I need.
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There's no rush, not here where they take care of each other and have all the time in the world to revel in the drag of their bodies. ]
Love you.
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I love you, oh... so much.
[ Molly rolls his hips slightly, meeting those thrusts lazily and being surprisingly patient for once - which might have it's explanation in how hard he's worked today. He's soaking up the feeling and the touch, leaning his head a bit to the side so those kisses can travel higher. ]
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Missed having me right here? Or is it here?
[ It's his favourite search-and-rescue game with Molly's pleasure. ]
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Yes, yes... fuck, yes, right there!
[ It's a little different with their heights mismatched unlike in the bed, but damn if Molly doesn't love how Fjord looms over him like this, hiding him from the world until all that remains are them and the hot water raining down. ]
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