[ The door to the kitchen opens just in time for them to have snuck off through the opposite one, and Molly has to bite his fist after that smack to not cry out. Here they are, unable to take their hands off each other and Mollymauk whines when he's pushed up against a wall, needy and wanton.
How did Fjord always manage to make him just as weak under that touch as he's trying to coax from him?
He drags his nails down Fjord's own chest, grinding up against the half-orc again with half-lidded eyes and a hungry mouth. ]
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How did Fjord always manage to make him just as weak under that touch as he's trying to coax from him?
He drags his nails down Fjord's own chest, grinding up against the half-orc again with half-lidded eyes and a hungry mouth. ]
Room. Now.