[ Molly's cries sink into Fjord's bones, as loud and wanton as he should be. Fjord wants to be the person who makes him feel like that every day, the reason for his pleasure, wrapped up in each other so much that the outside world falls away.
That's what it feels like right now.
Hearing that demand being made the press of fingers is abruptly exchanged for a much thicker, blunt cockhead that takes Molly at his word and presses in, careful for as long as it takes a faint ring of resistance to let him sink deeper then losing all pretence of thought as soon as slick tight heat swallows him up, dragging out a rough groan of his own. He grasps at a rear to heft Molly onto his lap with each thrust, not as slow or tender as he would usually take it but a slave to the friction and heat eating up each ridge on his throbbing shaft as he fucks him into the wall, forehead to a lavender shoulder. A shoulder Fjord marked.
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That's what it feels like right now.
Hearing that demand being made the press of fingers is abruptly exchanged for a much thicker, blunt cockhead that takes Molly at his word and presses in, careful for as long as it takes a faint ring of resistance to let him sink deeper then losing all pretence of thought as soon as slick tight heat swallows him up, dragging out a rough groan of his own. He grasps at a rear to heft Molly onto his lap with each thrust, not as slow or tender as he would usually take it but a slave to the friction and heat eating up each ridge on his throbbing shaft as he fucks him into the wall, forehead to a lavender shoulder. A shoulder Fjord marked.
He does it again, securing a bite. ]