[ The accent dies as fast as it came, Fjord throwing two pairs of pants over his shoulders in time to nuzzle those thighs, those hips, mouthing his way to the base of a cock before he starts to pay more attention to the things Molly is saying. Fjord may as well have tried reading tarot, he's about as talented at it as flirting; Molly excels in both, wrapping a wreath of roses around his heart with a few hushed truths and a boundless smile. ]
You smooth bastard.
[ Shaking his head, he abandons his plans to be a tease and crawls back up to kiss him soundly like he just can't help it, it's where he wants to be. There's a lot to be said just for feeling Molly's body pressed up against his own and it only makes it all the better, drifting in a hedonistic daze with eyes closed as they kiss, to take them both in-hand and stroke that hot erection alongside his own, moaning around a forked tongue. ]
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You smooth bastard.
[ Shaking his head, he abandons his plans to be a tease and crawls back up to kiss him soundly like he just can't help it, it's where he wants to be. There's a lot to be said just for feeling Molly's body pressed up against his own and it only makes it all the better, drifting in a hedonistic daze with eyes closed as they kiss, to take them both in-hand and stroke that hot erection alongside his own, moaning around a forked tongue. ]