[ He nibbles at that juncture of green skin, marveling at the way Fjord's body reacts under him. When the half-orc starts rocking down to meet his hand, Molly makes a pleased sound and a little coo of praise.

All those kisses are taking his breath away, and Fjord's words are wonderful, bringing the other man to call his name like that. ]

I won't stop, darling. Look how good you're taking my fingers! I am so proud of you.

[ Another finger slides down the curve of his cleft and slips in together with the first, gentle and aided by the way they move to met each other. He strokes both pads of his fingers up against the sensitive insides, not always over the prostate but instead figuring out what Fjord liked. A touch, a press, massaging, just a light rub - all tried out as he smiles down at his lover. ]

Do you think you can come like this, baby?