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[ He pins Molly with his hips, cocks pressed together with a dizzying friction as Fjord reaches for the bottle of oil, kissing him all the while. The tickle along the roof of his mouth makes something hot in his stomach drop straight between his legs and he growls into those addictive kisses, spilling the oil over his whole hand. His heartbeat pounds in his ears and it feels like he's trying to crawl out of his skin to get closer, heated from the inside-out. ]

I want you, Molly. I need you.

[ Some of the oil floats away in its own clear droplets as he slips his hand underwater to seek out that soft entrance, pressing a thick finger past the rim to start opening Molly up. Fjord pulls out of the kisses to nip along a jaw, watching for a reaction. His patience is shot but he doesn't want to hurt him, never that. ]