[ The weight of Molly between his legs is a comfort he didn't realise he was missing and he closes his thighs around him in a brief squeeze, running a calf up the tiefling's side. Fjord gaze drops guiltily to trace tattoos as he gathers his mettle to blurt out what he remembers. ]

I never came like this, or at least not often. So I'm probably different, uh, inside.

[ He absolutely cannot look up at those red eyes. ]

I just want to feel you, that's all that matters to me.