[ Molly jumps at the swat, laughing and trying to get one in with his tail before he rinses off and heads for the changing room. Drying off with a super-soft towel is a luxury in itself, and he sighs at the feeling of fluffy cotton against his heated skin.
Once mostly dry, he starts slipping on his leggings (hard) and his shirt (easier) and pulls back his curls from his face to artfully slick them behind his horns.
He grins at Fjord and steals another kiss as they finish up. ]
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Once mostly dry, he starts slipping on his leggings (hard) and his shirt (easier) and pulls back his curls from his face to artfully slick them behind his horns.
He grins at Fjord and steals another kiss as they finish up. ]