[ His swat a cross the back of Molly's thighs fails when he stumbles, catching himself with a hiss that tries to act super casual about the fact he got fucked five ways from sunday and is now trying to move like normal. ]
Good, I'll hold you to that.
[ He finds his breeches and tugs them on, not bothering with a shirt. He'll lose the pants as soon as he and Molly are alone again anyway, it's just running the gauntlet of the corridor hemmed in by the doors of their friends' rooms that is the challenge. Before they leave, he holds out a hand for him to take. ]
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Good, I'll hold you to that.
[ He finds his breeches and tugs them on, not bothering with a shirt. He'll lose the pants as soon as he and Molly are alone again anyway, it's just running the gauntlet of the corridor hemmed in by the doors of their friends' rooms that is the challenge. Before they leave, he holds out a hand for him to take. ]
United front, in case of any complications?