[ He could come whenever Molly wanted, that's the impression he gets from the way his body responds, wanting the slower thrusts that touch his deepest parts and let him enjoy the stretch of two fingers around the odd spark of ohfuckohgod. It's not just the physical stimuli wreaking havoc on him, when he turns his head to nuzzle a lavender cheek he peers up with eyes so dilated they look human and ears burning a dark green at being called baby. ]
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[ He could come whenever Molly wanted, that's the impression he gets from the way his body responds, wanting the slower thrusts that touch his deepest parts and let him enjoy the stretch of two fingers around the odd spark of ohfuckohgod. It's not just the physical stimuli wreaking havoc on him, when he turns his head to nuzzle a lavender cheek he peers up with eyes so dilated they look human and ears burning a dark green at being called baby. ]
... It's you. Yes.