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❝Finally.❞

❝Finally❞

There's always been tension between the two of you. Perhaps you're even romantically involved, if that's your way. But for some reason, you haven't taken the next step yet.

Now, though, you're finally ready to be sexually intimate.

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Prompts:
☆ First Time: This is your first time having sex, so it was something to approach with caution.
☆ Unsure: You're uncertain of your skill or prowess or even how to go about this.
☆ Uncorrupted: One of you is more innocent, younger, more inexperienced, and the other doesn't want to take that away.
☆ Differences: The two of you are different enough - perhaps even different species - that intimacy may be an issue, but you're ready to attack it head on.
☆ Taken: You aren't "together," and one of you is involved with someone else. This is the big decision to do an act that may be viewed as heinous.
☆ Forbidden: There's been no sexual contact because it's utterly forbidden, be it incest, class difference, enemies, etc.
☆ Realization: Maybe you'd been friends, but this is the first time you've really seen them in that light.
☆ Otherwise Distracted: Whether it be a job, a holy mission, or anything else along those lines, you've just been too busy to be with someone like that because it would take your mind away from what you have to do.
☆ Finally Free: Before, you just didn't have the chance. Now you do.
☆ Only Time: You were unsure before, but now, it looks like you'll only have this once chance to be together.
☆ A Long Time: You've been separated and it happened before you could get to the good parts. You want to pick up where you left off.
☆ Desperate: You've wanted them for so long...God, this feels so good, you never want it to stop.
☆ Romantic: You want it to be perfect.
☆ Waiting Until Marriage: Doing things all proper-like.
☆ FREE STYLE

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[ yeeees, my favorite, especially if the other character is au'd into being june's handler, bodyguard, or teammate.

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[ ooc; gen unless previous cr. ]

[ This was a long time coming, as far as Molly is concerned. Weeks, verging on months of casual flirting and sharing a room had Molly waiting. He could be patient, but that didn't mean he didn't have some sort of vested interest in seeing how this turned out. From sleeping on the floor to sharing a bed, Molly had wondered if Fjord was ever going to make a move. If he's completely honest he expected them to come together when they were both trashed, not in the small hours of the morning before the sun had even risen. He had awoken with his arm slung over Fjord's chest and his nose in his neck, to the sound of Fjord breathing. There was snuggling, which was nice, then the awareness of snuggling, which was somewhere between comfortable and tense, and then there was kissing. Molly's nails trace along the stretch of Fjord's neck, and he pulls away just enough to look Fjord right in the eyes and talk. ]

Not that I'm complaining, because I am really not, but are you sure you want to do this?

[ When Fjord had gone to bed the night previous, his face jammed against the wall and Molly close enough to his back that he could sense the tiefling's warmth through his under-armor, he'd wondered why he hadn't allowed himself to do this before. It was hardly the first time he'd shared a bed with anyone in a platonic way, though it'd been a while since those days where he was sleeping head to foot with another orphan. In the cart on the road he'd sit up and sleep in his armor regardless of whether they were moving along or settling in for the night ( at least until they got tents ) and he was getting accustomed to jostling lightly against whoever was sharing the space with him.

Now, hearing Molly's question in the interim of what he'd colloquially refer to as 'canoodling' turned 'necking', Fjord knows exactly why he spent all those nights sleeping on the floor even if it meant doing so in a few inches of swamp water. Some part of him must have known he'd be in trouble if he did more than just share quarters with the guy... yet it hadn't exactly stopped him from sharing said quarters just the same.

He could blame where they are now on the tiefling - he kind of doubts Molly would mind - but it isn't really true. Since they started escalating this to kissing, Fjord's dedicated an arm to cradling Molly's neck in the crook of it so he's fully supported but also 'held' in a sense. So Molly isn't going too far when he tries to pull back.

After a little shiver and an inhale provoked by the skim of those nails, the half-orc's golden eyes blink back at the tiefling, groggy with the hour of the morning as well as arousal. ]

Nope.

[ In fact, if he were inclined to think right now, Fjord would think this is probably a pretty bad idea for him, if not both of them. But thinking is blissfully difficult while he's feeling Molly and being felt up a little in return.

This is nice, which is as much for him a novelty as running his fingers over the curve of one of the tiefling's horns, starting where it meets the flesh of the lavender forehead. His other hand rests on Molly's side over his rib cage, soaking up the other male's warmth and the vibration of noises he makes - including the ones that ask him questions he'd rather not deal with. ]

D'you need me to be sure?

[ On top of the honeyed drawl, Fjord further challenges Molly's good sense by leaning in for another kiss. This portion of things started out awkwardly and with the half-orc clearly out of practice, but once things got going he definitely wasn't lacking in at least enthusiasm. It feels indulgent, sneaking this kiss in, first to the upper lip and then the lower. Fjord suckles that lower one between his own lips on a greedy little whim. ]

[ Molly would be the first to admit, if prompted to be honest about it, that he really doesn't think things through as often as he perhaps should. He most definitely does not think things through with as much focus and foresight as Fjord does. Mollymauk Tealeaf, he decided some time ago, was going to be someone who lived his life to the absolute fullest, and let whatever was going to happen happen without too much interference or argument. Living as such had gone well enough for him so far. All impulsive, seat of his pants living aside, consent is something entirely different. Another thing he had decided on early on in his two years of consciousness. He had been brainstorming with Ula, before Yasha had come around to the circus to become his primary confidant, about the sort of person that he could have been to ended up six feet under. Molly had decided then and there to put others before himself, It didn't matter what he wanted, so long as anyone and everyone else was enjoying themselves to their utmost.

It had been Ula who had explained consent on a sexual level, and he had taken to the concept wholeheartedly.

Molly hadn't had an opportunity to get an answer out before Fjord caught him in another kiss. Kissing Fjord here in this bed in the dead of night feels like sparks in his spine, the inevitable surge of energy that comes from the taut tension of waiting for this long finally releasing.

This really isn't fair.

Breaking the kiss is a necessary evil, but he indulges himself a bit with the fork of his tongue running along the underside of Fjord's. ]

Mm, I do, actually.

[ Rolling over, Mollymauk positions himself over Fjord with a hand against the mattress beside the half-orc's head. He's sure he looks a mess, with his hair hanging in his face and mattress marks lining his cheek. He's also sure that he looks absolutely fuckable. ]

Let me rephrase my question. Do you want to fool around, do you want to fuck me, or do you want me to roll over and pretend this never happened? I'm really going to need some consent here.

[ It probably says something about both of them that Fjord's had less experience with this kind of physical intimacy than Molly has had in the past two years. No doubt it probably shows in the ways the half-orc twitches instinctively away from touches to sensitive and vulnerable places, at least initially.

At first it'd been embarrassing, and to be quite honest, it still is. But with the kissing and the continued contact, the orcish part of Fjord's libido is starting to help him out when it comes to being self-conscious.

Molly helps by making that spike a few more notches as he climbs over Fjord looking the way he does - fucking breath-taking, creases and all. ]

Shit, Molly...

[ He strains a whisper up at the tiefling, as if the walls in this place weren't thick enough for more. The half-orc's yellow eyes are about as wide as saucers; the dark pupil, which is normally more of a catlike or viper's slit, have widened and started to round out with his arousal. Of course, that's hardly the only indicator - the smallclothes he's still wearing are definitely sporting the tent of half an erection. Maybe Molly might think twice about offering to get fucked, or at least start thinking about making some time and stipulations.

For a moment, Fjord only makes a strangled sort of sound when the words 'fuck me' pour out of Mollymauk's mouth. Is he too macho to call it a squeak? Because it's suspiciously close. It's a noise that indicates he's feeling overwhelmed and matches nicely with the sage and muddy flush that's washing down into the lime portion of his cheeks, making the gradient look more splotchy and like some form of half-orc freckling.

He clears his throat and shuts his eyes for a second while he takes a breath. Damn. ]

F- [ Another clearing of his throat. ] 'Foolin' around'... Not sure exactly what that entails, but it sounds about our speed.

[ If there's someone he's least responsible and stoic around, it's Mollymauk. Fjord has never really gotten a chance or inclination to collaborate with other performance artists before, but it's been a real trip since Zadash's hospital incident. Usually his acts were a lot more nuanced than the sort of scenery-chewing he's gotten into with Molly, but he can't say he hasn't had fun.

Anyway, it's one way of reminding Fjord that this is Molly he's dealing with, and that ought to be comforting. He's known the guy for... Well, he's known the guy for long enough he knows that he can crack a joke at him even while they're discussing a serious issue.

He sighs and opens his eyes. ]

I mean, fuck, man. If I was gonna throw yer ass off I'd've done it by now. You're not... [ He licks the same lower lip Molly had just a moment ago with the pink of his own tongue. ] I'm alright fer now.

[ Then again, Fjord's also still got his undershorts and underarmor shirt ( really more like a modern man's cotton singlet ) on. He's not sure what to do with his hands now Molly's moved, but one instinctively comes up to curl around the wrist of the arm keeping the tiefling propped up on the mattress. ]

Are you even sure this is what you want? Because if yer just doin' this because you- you think I need it or whatever...

[ His eyes dart away from Molly's gaze, uncomfortable.

How does one say "I don't want to be a pity fuck" without being offensive? Fjord has trained himself to be able to respond to a lot of stressful scenarios, but this is one category he's always been challenged by. ]

Edited 2018-08-29 13:05 (UTC)

[ While Fjord stumbles over exactly what he wants, Molly listens and watches from his perch above. He is the model of patience while he waits for Fjord to find his way around his words, and his lip can't help but tilt into a quirk of a smile. He loves this. The experience of watching the gears turn in someone's head is so revealing for the type of person that they are, and Molly collects and hoards the experiences of others like it can fill in his own gaps. They add shape to his own form; it's how with only two years of lived life to speak of, he can safely say that he feels something resembling solid. It's unequivocally his own, this tapestry of the shapes and colors of others that make up Mollymauk.

He can safely say that, after enthusiastic consent, the watching as they make a decision is his favorite part of asking for it from his partners. If he can find a way to lubricate the gears and help them make the decision they really want, he will. Anything for them to be happy. With Fjord, that desire to see him happy is doubled, if not tripled. With any of his new family, really, though Fjord seemed to, at some point during all this, floated to the top to join Yasha. He watches as Fjord trips over his own tongue, feels the firm grip of Fjord's hand on his arm to hold them both steady in different ways, feels the firm press of Fjord's growing erection against his hip, and his tail sways behind him in pleased satisfaction.

He listens, and he knows what the answer is. Molly leans his weight on the hand within Fjord's grasp, his other nudging Fjord's face back towards him to meet his yellow eyes to red. ]

Darling, I don't do anything that I don't want to do, and what I want is to make you feel good.

[ He leans down to press kisses along Fjord's cheekbone, down the side of his face, to the corner of his lips. ]

Maybe you haven't noticed between all the flirting, but I think you're pretty great.

O-Oh.

[ It's another whispery thing. This time, as Fjord stares up into that field of blood, it's not a hopeless arousal or trepidation in his eyes, it's... Well, he's a little touched.

Enough his heart is like a fish that's been suddenly thrown out of the sea and onto the deck, flopping strong but futile against his ribcage and sending a little tremor through his body as Molly kisses his way towards the kill. It's such a simple and undefined thing to say, but it works because while Fjord isn't inclined to believe most compliments thrown his way, he can believe that Molly genuinely likes him.

Worse, this is one of those moments he's reminded Molly is the person in this group he trusts the most, contrary to his title of being the Nein's most flagrant bullshitter. Jester keeps his secrets, but Molly helps Fjord solve problems and has been nothing short of supportive when the half-orc needs it in more than one form. There aren't words for what that means to someone like him.

But Fjord realizes he's got to say some words anyway. You've got to accept a complement somehow if you mean to validate the one giving it; being shitty at it isn't something he considers a proper excuse. ]

Well uh... if that's how you feel, you oughta know I don't think yer half-bad either. And if yer goal's just to make me feel good, we could stop right here and now.

[ He speaks as he turns his face towards the tiefling, skimming his brow against a horn until it fits somewhere in between and presses bedraggled indigo hair there too. Yellow stares into red while their noses brush up along side one another and breath intermingles as Fjord keeps their lips bare inches apart; the gears are turning. Simultaneously he's lifted his free hand to touchdown on Molly's collarbone, the calloused palm running up over the scars made from blades to the ones made by needle and ink and no little desire to claim the vessel inherited from a stranger. There's a perfect place to curl his hand around Molly's neck right now and it covers the sanguine eye in the peacock's tail. ]

But fuck it. I still want ya.

[ Mollymauk can feel the vibration of the deep murmur against his lips, then he can feel Fjord kissing him with the same sort of passion, surging up against the tiefling only to try to draw him in like a tide. He lets go of Molly's wrist in favor of winding the same arm around the other man's hips. ]

[ Molly is infinitely glad that Fjord kept speaking. At the suggestion that they could stop Molly almost had, pausing in his trail across Fjord's face. The moment passed with Fjord's lips against his again, rushing forward against him and holding tight. It's unusual for his usual trysts, but then again the whole thing is pretty unusual. Someone he cares about, that hasn't happened since the circus. Someone with whom being wrapped up doesn't feel so much like a playful puzzle to slip out of and challenge again but rather a comfortable support.

Weird.

Weird, but also pretty nice.

After surging to kiss Fjord back all teeth, tongue and teasing suction, Molly does find it in him to slip out of Fjord's grasp. With one last peck on the lips he shifts back slowly to kiss a trail down Fjord's jaw to his neck and lower still. He murmurs into Fjord's skin, quiet in the night but clear as day, and the hand that had nudged Fjord's face slides down to push up the hem of the half-orc's sleep shirt. ]

Tell me if you want me to stop.

[ It's a good thing he's horizontal, because taking that first breath after the kiss breaks leaves Fjord's head spinning. Instinctively he begins to chase after another one before Molly mollifies him ( for the time being ) with the smaller press of lips. Right now he's feeling hot enough he's a bit surprised his panting breaths aren't steaming the air above him or across Molly's ear while the tiefling is still kissing his jaw. That part of his flexes as Fjord licks his stinging lips.

Reflexively, he tucks his chin a bit when Molly's mouth finds his throat - a vulnerable place even on someone with orcish blood. With the next kiss, though, Fjord tips his head to the side and offers it up to the tiefling's exploration. The skin is soft and smooth where it's normally light and lime; the darker parts of his skin has a texture more like a finely sanded granite. Even if Molly isn't studying the seam between them, the trail he's blazing makes Fjord shiver and puff like a horse under an unexpected touch.

Fjord shuts his eyes and attempts to give himself a slow, steadying inhale as he feels his shirt and a hand riding up his belly. He reassures himself that Molly knows what he's getting into. ]

What if I want more?

[ He murmurs in return, eyes slitting open to regard the other man once more. The arm that had been around the other's waist now rides up the line of the tiefling's spine. Fuck, this is sureal. Fjord's not entirely sure he isn't dreaming this all up; it wouldn't be the first time, though it's sadly the rarest form of wet dreams he's used to having. ]

[ Fuck. Molly can virtually feel the goosebumps forming down his spine towards the base of his tail at the frankly magical combination of Fjord's words and the tone they take. He doesn't need to look up from Fjord's neck to feel observed. His hips shift at the sensation of rope-calloused fingertips against his spine; The fact that he's more than half hard already should be obvious enough. He hopes it is. He hopes Fjord can tell just how much he wants this, wants him. ]

Mm, well if you want more, I respond well to begging, pulling, and a wide variety of vocalizations.

[ As it so happens Molly does run the tips of his tongue along the seam of texture along Fjord's throat. He drops a nip of teeth against it playfully. Normally he would take his time, apply suction and teeth for a perfect mark that showed Mollymauk Tealeaf Was Here And Had A Great Time, but not now. There's discretion to be had, and their rag tag group of misfits are nothing if not nosy. Instead he goes down lower, sucking on skin above Fjord's collarbone while his claw-like nails traced up his friend's shirt. Fingers stop at a nipple. He runs a thumb along it, tracing he bud like he's learning it's shape. ]

[ Fjord doesn't know much of anything aside from how much he wants to be right here. Fear and worry orbit his brain like Exandria's moons. What if the Nein find out? How's Jester going to take this? Is this the only chance he's ever going to get before Molly moves on to the next form of entertainment?

What if he falls in love?

But then the devil's tongue is making him chuff at the inherent arrogance of this 'how-to' manual... then gasp as it rides the seam of skin on his neck. Fjord's mind blips as a shiver rattles his body. He is shocked by its betrayal, curling his fingers and his knees. He squirms a bit beneath Molly, legs twined and now rubbing against the lavender set like he's trying to warm them up with the friction. Of course, the truth is Fjord's already burning up. ]

I see. I'll bear that in mi-hind!

[ His voice jumps as that touch wanders his nipple in succession with the suction against his neck. Fjord can't help a whimper then, immediately sucking his own lips between his teeth to help choke it down. His hand slips and skids down Molly's back, clutching somewhere around one of the bottom corners of the pyramid. The other is up and cradling Molly's nape, stroking and kneading.

His voice is strained. ]

You don't think maybe I'm too proud to beg?

[ He quirks a grim little smile even while his tone suggests playfulness of his own. ]

[ Fjord's responsiveness is delicious.

Molly hadn't known what to expect. In their month or so of merry wandering, he had been watching his new friends with perhaps a more keen eye than they knew. The skill of a circus hawker, to read the room. The habit of someone with no history of their own, to try to understand those around him. Fjord had shown himself in this time to be steadfast and stable, mostly unflappable, but more importantly (and perhaps unnoticed by some of the others), to be keeping a whole lot about himself close to his chest. Until this very moment they were just friends, but friends they were, and Molly thinks the thing he likes most about Fjord is the way he is when he's relaxed. His humor, his flashes of insecurity. Fjord could light up a room if he wanted to, but he doesn't. Molly respects that.

So Molly hadn't known what to expect even though he had definitely imagined various circumstances in which they ended up horizontal (or vertical, or at an angle) like this. Was Fjord a stoic, dominating lover? Or was he shy, flustered, awkwardly cute? Maybe he was somewhere in between. With how good Fjord's poker face is, he could have been like anyone or anything at all in bed.

What he's finding after all that pondering and imagining is that Fjord is delightfully...Fjord. He's funny, awkward, trying so hard to remain reserved. The responsiveness though, that's a hell of a plus. He likes knowing that the people he sleeps with are enjoying themselves most of all.

Sliding down a bit further down Fjord's body, Molly positions himself for the moment with with the line of Fjord's cock pressing against his stomach and his head level with the rise and fall of Fjord's chest. He's rucked Fjord's shirt up to his armpits to get it out of the way and expose two glorious nipples to the world, but he doesn't go for them. Not yet. Instead he crossed his arms under his chin and leans against Fjord's chest, looking up at him with a smile.

Not mocking, not teasing. The playfulness of their banter isn't lost from his face but there is something else there too. Ease, and affection. ]

I don't think you're too proud to beg, no. Do you actually want to know what I think?

Edited 2018-09-18 20:59 (UTC)

[ Fjord's unflappability is finite. Jester's incessant flirts? He's built something of an immunity to them over time, because it's usually words and glances. Mostly he sees them as reflexive, as something for fun, and he's unwilling to be flustered for long. But this sort of physicality? He has very few defenses, especially not where Molly is concerned. He's thought about the tiefling after a few weeks and it's only gotten worse. To have the other man touching up on him now, when he wants it... there is very little armor to be found on the half-orc.

Molly lounges on his belly and it's frustrating and relaxing all at once. Fjord wishes he had that sort of confidence. At the same time, that smile... That smile makes him puff a breath and ease off a little more, making the tiefling bob before his eyes. ]

I don't think I'd be able to stop ya if ya actually wanted to tell me. Sometimes I'm not so sure you can stop yourself.

[ Molly is so often easy about what he says, at least in his eye. Sometimes it's tactful indeed, but sometimes... he does wonder just how much that mouth could get them in trouble.

One of his hands makes for it now, sliding a rough thumb over the lower lavender lip on the way to caressing his jaw, then even skirting up to rub at an ear.

He does shift his legs, moving them to frame either side of Molly and rub off-sync. ]

[ Molly's head cants in the direction of Fjord's hand, and he feel a tingle in his chest. Something like butterflies. He's felt it before, but not for a while. Laying on Fjord's stomach midway through a bee line to sucking his dick and pausing to have a chat feels different. He's been on this particular bee line plenty of times before, but not like this. It's different from all the times he's fooled around. It's comfortable and soft, like Fjord's touch against his lip, his jaw, his ear. It lacks pretense almost entirely, which as a performer by nature he's unused to.

Two years of living his best life, and there's still so much to feel. Who knew?

His lids had flitted closed for a second when responding to Fjord's touch, but he fixes his red eyes on Fjord's face as he continues. ]

I think, and feel free to tell me that I'm way off base, but I think you're afraid to let go.

[ He presses a kiss against the skin above Fjord's navel where his happy trail starts, then another an inch lower. ]

I think that you really want to.

[ Another kiss below his navel. A hand moves to balance himself on one of Fjord's knees. The other finds the dip of Fjord's pelvis. ]

And I think you're probably stunning when you let yourself beg. I would love to hear it if you would let me.

Edited 2018-09-22 23:40 (UTC)

[ Fjord barely knows what the fuck he should do. None of his sexual experiences have been quite like this ( slow, almost easy, helmed by a self-confident infernal... ) and it's all he can do to settle his hands on Molly's shoulders for a bit.

He listens to the evaluation, as it is, with some few blinks on his admittedly strained pokerface. Amazingly, something about it relaxes the half-orc by degrees. ]

You're not wrong. You ain't all right, but you're not wrong.

[ He has to shut his eyes and breathe, his hips raising up all on their own for the touch of Molly's lips making their way down. ]

It's more like-- fuck. Do I gotta right now..?

[ Molly thinks on it for a second, and then shrugs. ]

Not really. I'm going to blow you either way, I just think it would be nice to hear.

[ He likes the feeling of Fjord's hands on his shoulders. He likes seeing fjord very slowly unravel from the tightly wound knot he seems to perpetually be in. He presses a kiss just over the waistband of Fjord's undershorts, letting his hands run down his thigh's and back up again to gently, but firmly, clutch his hips. Molly looks up at Fjord again, with ease and appreciation for the sight of him. He wants to remember this. ]

At some point I'd like to know what I was wrong about though.

[ The tent in Fjord's undershorts is distracting. Molly licks his lips and then licks a line up Fjord's hard cock through fabric. ]

Edited 2018-10-05 23:01 (UTC)

[ A breathless little laugh puffs out of Fjord, unbidden. Molly can make him feel at ease even when he isn't actively trying. He's been frustrating that way for the longest time.

Fjord's legs splay further apart for Molly, those tense and muscular thighs giving way to him without much of a thought. Unraveling indeed. The rest of the man, particularly his abdomen, tightens up when there's that kiss on his waistband. His erection is a prominent thing, straining his smallclothes to the point one might question why Fjord hadn't tried another few sizes up. It's not usually like this, is the answer.

When Molly looks up at him, the half-orc feels a flood of heat like someone just poured hot honey over his head. It's a slow-going sort of rush. It clings to his bones and makes him pulse all over. ]

Fuck.

[ He replies, eloquently. ]

Nothin' important.

[ His breath audibly hitches as Molly's tongue starts up his clothed shaft. Fjord sees it for all of a second before it's too much for him. His head tips back, falling onto the pillow, and he whimpers in a way that's so pitiful that it sounds almost animal; he has to turn his face into the nearby cloth. ]

Fuck, Molly... You fuckin' sumbitch motherfucker. Do it or don't.

[ It's all bullshit. He's not exactly going to get up or go anywhere. All bark and no bite. ]

Mmhm.

[ Nothing important sounds like a lie, but he's not in the business of pushing things that people don't actually want to talk about. He instead gets to what he's been wanting to do for ages: sucking Fjord's massive dick. He continues to tease for a moment, running his tongue along the very evident but very covered head of his cock, glancing back up at Fjord momentarily. Then his attention is entirely where it should be, as he tugs down Fjord's small clothes and frees his erection to the night air. ]

Hello, look at you.

[ He wraps a hand around the base of Fjord's cock and starts to slowly stroke, his grip light enough to tease. ]