[ The prick of nails in his shoulders has him choking back a snarl as he ducks his head, coming hard into his own fist. He makes a mess, which he knew he would, but it feels incredible with Molly hard against him, the tiefling so beautiful as Fjord's uncoordinated kisses land on cheeks and a jaw, falling down a neck with each wave of pleasure, that it runs deep in his bones how much he loves him.
Those might be the endorphins talking in the moment, but the sentiment always remains later. ]
Molly, fuck ... !
[ It's impossible to stop moving against him, come smearing between their bodies as he uses his own release to milk Molly's free next. His lips brush along a cheek, catching on a throaty murmur. ]
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Those might be the endorphins talking in the moment, but the sentiment always remains later. ]
Molly, fuck ... !
[ It's impossible to stop moving against him, come smearing between their bodies as he uses his own release to milk Molly's free next. His lips brush along a cheek, catching on a throaty murmur. ]
Come for me, baby, let me feel it.