[ As if he's had the time to go around touching himself that intensely with everything else that's been going on. Huffing (and he doesn't know why, stopping that a moment later as he remembers he doesn't have to take this in his stride) Fjord rolls off Molly and onto his back, an arm curling under his head. His touch drifts down his chest, loosely encircling his cock in idle contact as he watches Molly.
He feels like it's the decent thing to do, to warn him. ]
It's not easy for half-orcs, don't feel bad if you can't ... make it good.
[ Sabian had seemed pretty certain of that and Fjord's fingers aren't magical instruments of pleasure. ]
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[ As if he's had the time to go around touching himself that intensely with everything else that's been going on. Huffing (and he doesn't know why, stopping that a moment later as he remembers he doesn't have to take this in his stride) Fjord rolls off Molly and onto his back, an arm curling under his head. His touch drifts down his chest, loosely encircling his cock in idle contact as he watches Molly.
He feels like it's the decent thing to do, to warn him. ]
It's not easy for half-orcs, don't feel bad if you can't ... make it good.
[ Sabian had seemed pretty certain of that and Fjord's fingers aren't magical instruments of pleasure. ]