[ Mollymauk is a sight when he comes, gorgeous and wrapped up entirely in his own head, locked there by what Fjord has done to him. The wealth of heat makes him whimper and arch, uncoordinated hands finding a waist when Molly is within reach and holding on as Fjord raggedly drags down breath after breath where he lies pinned, his heartbeat pounding through every vein and around Molly where the tiefling remains buried. He daydreams for a perfect moment of that look on Molly's face again when he came and turns his cheek into soft hair the exact hue of the starry night outside, rich and dark. Damp with exertion.
Fjord feels tears slide down his temples and smiles, drifting a little longer where they lie crumpled together in a limbless, happy heap. ]
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Fjord feels tears slide down his temples and smiles, drifting a little longer where they lie crumpled together in a limbless, happy heap. ]