[ adore you by medieval harry styles plays somewhere in this bathhouse
Humming with bone-deep satisfaction he lifts his head to find Molly already looking at him and immediately grins, sliding a hand past a horn to brush a tapered ear and sink into long damp locks. A soft kiss meets those bitten lips, not quite chaste and no less fevered but slow, savouring the fact of who he's kissing, not just the act. It's always that way with Fjord a bleeding heart but this feels like an unspoken conversation, lingering in their shared breaths and shuttered glances. ]
I'll just ... use your mouth for this. [ His smile crinkles yellow eyes. ] No throat needed.
[ Worn the fuck out for the day, he slips out of Molly and pets those scratched thighs, a striped pink ass too, leaning back into his space. ]
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adore you by medieval harry styles plays somewhere in this bathhouseHumming with bone-deep satisfaction he lifts his head to find Molly already looking at him and immediately grins, sliding a hand past a horn to brush a tapered ear and sink into long damp locks. A soft kiss meets those bitten lips, not quite chaste and no less fevered but slow, savouring the fact of who he's kissing, not just the act. It's always that way with Fjord a bleeding heart but this feels like an unspoken conversation, lingering in their shared breaths and shuttered glances. ]
I'll just ... use your mouth for this. [ His smile crinkles yellow eyes. ] No throat needed.
[ Worn the fuck out for the day, he slips out of Molly and pets those scratched thighs, a striped pink ass too, leaning back into his space. ]