[ It's his first time giving head underwater and, surprisingly, it's not as much of a challenge as he imagined. Molly is weightless in his arms, easily manoeuvrable, and the sway of his hips into Fjord's mouth can flow far more naturally than it could on a bed, unimpeded as the water keeps him aloft. Fjord kneels on the bottom of the bath, drawing Molly's legs around his head as he pleasures him in long pulls, sucking dutifully at the flushed tip for a time before resuming his bobbing, a little mindless with the weirdly relaxing nature of it.
He keeps an eye on Molly, loving the way he looks in the water like some sort of captured siren. ]
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He keeps an eye on Molly, loving the way he looks in the water like some sort of captured siren. ]