[ The kiss has him melting into Molly anew, hands running around the tiefling and into his hair, scrunching up curls as a hot spike of want runs through Fjord independent of their bodies. He trusts him; this is the Molly who could steal his heart with minimal effort, not the frightened man who closed a door on them.
He gasps sharply as Molly finds his prostate and arches up in a wave, a whimper catching behind his lips. Fjord vaguely remembers this pleasure, can't recall if it ever happened more than a couple of times, but he moans under Molly because he missed it. ]
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He gasps sharply as Molly finds his prostate and arches up in a wave, a whimper catching behind his lips. Fjord vaguely remembers this pleasure, can't recall if it ever happened more than a couple of times, but he moans under Molly because he missed it. ]
Yes, Molly! Oh ...