[ His lips part from lavender skin with a wet smack, burying his fingers in Molly's hair to draw him in for a kiss just as dirty. They're allowed, it's before a decent hour and they've got their own room; kissing Molly like he wants to fuck him (and he does, always) is the least Fjord can do to make up for lost time.
no subject
He murmurs into the first breath they take, ]
Ask nicely and I'll put my mouth somewhere else.