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“Tell me the truth,” Molly says.
Fjord can feel the power of his words take hold of him. He feels the lies unravel on his tongue. All he can do is keep silent.
Molly tilts his head and leans in to give him a kiss. “Sweetheart,” he says, so tender, and Fjord moans. That’s honest, at least.
Molly sighs and sits up again, his hands caressing over Fjord’s body and settling on his thighs. “That’s fine. You don’t have to tell me.”
Fjord knows he means it, that he’s not disappointed, but he still fucking hates it. He bites his lips, but that still doesn’t stop the “No” that forces its way out of his mouth when Molly reaches for his cock.
Molly raises an eyebrow, his hands going settling back on Fjord’s thighs. “Okay,” he says, gentle and encouraging. “Okay.”
Fjord swallows. Molly watches him closely as he shuffles back and pushes Fjord’s legs open, Fjord’s breath hitching a little. Molly presses two fingers to Fjord’s entrance and Fjord closes his eyes. This is nice. He can pretend.
“No,” Molly tells him, voice firm. Fjord opens his eyes again and Molly nods at him. Fuck.
Molly massages him with the tips of his fingers, watching his every reaction. Fjord feels like he’s about to burn up.
“Why don’t you want to tell me?” Molly says, but he’s not really asking him. He doesn’t want Fjord to tell him if Fjord doesn’t want to. He just doesn’t want him to lie. “Don’t you want me to make you feel good?”
“Please.”
“What do you want, baby?”
Fuck. “Your mouth.”
Molly grins and crawls over him to give him a kiss again, like a reward. “Good boy,” he says, and Fjord feels it in his cock. It also makes him feel a stab of wrongness in his chest, but he ignores it as Molly slides down his body, leaving kisses over his skin. When he kisses his hip and licks over Fjord’s cock, Fjord flinches.
“No,” he says again.
Molly hums, undeterred, and kisses the crease of his thigh.
“That’s it, then,” he says, voice gentle. “Wanna turn around?”
“No,” Fjord says. It’s so stupid, the way he can’t tell him what he wants, he can only fucking say no to him. He only wants to say yes to Molly.
Molly lifts his head to look at him, and Fjord wants to say I just wanna see you. It’s true, but he can’t say it, because that’s not the real reason he asked. He goes to turn onto his belly but Molly stops him with a hand to his hip.
“No,” he says. “Stay like this.” Fjord does, and he lets Molly spread his legs wider. “Relax.”
He tries to. He does. He rests his leg on Molly’s shoulder and Molly smiles at him before he gets his hands on him again, easily shifting him around so he can get to him easier. He licks over his hole and Fjord’s hand goes to Molly’s head, grabbing one of his horns. It makes him think of a girl back in Port Damali that let him go down on her, the way she buried her fingers in his hair. The memory makes him let go like he’s been burned, but Molly reaches for his hand blindly, taking it and putting it back on his head.
Fjord looks at him, but he has a hard time focusing on the sight of Molly. With his free hand he tugs on the bed sheets until he can pull a corner of the fabric over himself. He covers his abdomen, leaving his cock under the sheet so he can just see Molly as he kisses his hole, eyes closed as he points his tongue and makes Fjord clench around it.
Fjord reaches for him with both hands and grabs his horns hesitantly. Molly groans his encouragement, not stopping, not looking at him. Fjord puts his other leg on Molly’s shoulder, and he doesn’t know why it feels weird, but Molly doesn’t seem to feel anything is out of order. He just pushes forward so Fjord lifts off the bed a little, supported onto his shoulders, and it makes Fjord let out a high, embarrassing moan. He melts into it when Molly starts kissing him again, his tongue massaging him and making him throb. His hands tighten around Molly’s horns and he can’t help but buck up, and he wants to say sorry but Molly just groans again. He opens his eyes to meet Fjord’s gaze, fire in his eyes, and when Fjord pulls on his horns to guide him, he just groans and goes with it, goes where Fjord wants him.
He doesn’t know why it feels so wrong even though it feels so good, why it makes him burn up to have Molly between his legs like this, licking at him, eating him out. The only thing that makes him feel better is that Molly seems to be enjoying it, not giving him any sign that he might feel weird about any of it, so he keeps bucking up onto his mouth, feeling his throat strain with the high-pitched moans Molly’s tongue fucks out of him.
Of course Molly is good at this, the goddamn mouth on him, Fjord could listen to him talk all day. He wishes Molly could talk to him and do this at the same time, tell him how he feels, tell him how he looks. Maybe he’ll tell him later, when he’s got his cock inside him, he can bite on Fjord’s ear and tell him all about it. Talk about how soft he is down there, how good he tastes, how wet he got from Molly eating him out.
He does feel so wet. It’s not like when they use oil, it’s just saliva but it feels more illicit somehow, messier. It feels right, like he should be this wet every time Molly gets his mouth on him, even before he’s had the chance to lick all around his hole.
Thinking about it makes him anxious suddenly, and he drags himself back to Molly, back to the way his mouth feels on him, how persistent his tongue is in dragging pleasure out of him. It feels so fucking good but he knows he can’t come just from that, his dick aching under the bed sheet like a mockery. He doesn’t wanna get a hand around himself so he just rubs his cock over the sheet. The fabric over his sensitive skin lets him be a little rougher, the palm of his hand firm against the underside of his cock. He rubs himself off as Molly fucks him with his tongue and all but screams when he comes, feeling the wetness pool onto his skin under the sheet.
He feels dizzy as he comes down from it, his legs fucking shaking. Molly is petting his thighs where there are still over his shoulders, turning his to press gentle kisses to the inside of one. Fjord feels raw and exposed and he doesn’t even know why.
Molly notices him looking and smiles at him, though he doesn’t move. “Good?” he asks.
Yes, Fjord wants to say, because fuck yes, that felt so fucking good. But now that the urgency is gone his chest is starting to feel tight, his stomach turning.
“I don’t know,” he says honestly. A little wrinkle appears between Molly’s eyebrows and Fjord fucking hates it. “I came so hard,” he whispers, because he fucking did, and he wants Molly to know he made him feel good. I just don’t know why.
Molly presses one last kiss to his thigh before he gently pushes his legs off his shoulders so he can come up to him. He kisses the centre of his chest, and as he looks at him he hesitates, so Fjord grabs him by the face and pulls him closer for a kiss. Molly tastes like him. Like his…
He breaks the kiss, letting out a shaky breath. He pulls Molly closer, hiding his face in his neck. He feels Molly’s hard cock press against his hip and he reaches for it, but Molly pushes his hand away.
“Not now,” he says.
He lies on the bed and pulls Fjord closer, letting him hide his face in the crook of his neck again. Fjord curls around him and Molly presses a kiss to the top of his head. His hand plays with Fjord’s hair, massages his scalp and he just… holds him.
Fjord closes his eyes and lets him.