[ He likes that smile on Fjord, the one that makes him brighten up in a slow, steady way. Like a sunrise rather than the flash of a match or torch. Molly leans in for another kiss, just savoring the moment and the place they are in.
It's pretty damn romantic.
The tiefling quivers as his lover pulls out, and hums a bit against green lips as he can feel the sting of scratches, konowing he's marked up Fjord's back just as badly. It makes him feel quite proud, honestly.
The bite at his shoulder is a lovely purple bruise. ]
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[ He likes that smile on Fjord, the one that makes him brighten up in a slow, steady way. Like a sunrise rather than the flash of a match or torch. Molly leans in for another kiss, just savoring the moment and the place they are in.
It's pretty damn romantic.
The tiefling quivers as his lover pulls out, and hums a bit against green lips as he can feel the sting of scratches, konowing he's marked up Fjord's back just as badly. It makes him feel quite proud, honestly.
The bite at his shoulder is a lovely purple bruise. ]
You're so good to me.