[ It's a wonderful kiss and he finds himself fitting quite well between those endearing, grown tusks as they breath in each other's air after it has been stolen between their lips. That nose against his is dangerously sweet and Molly still worries that this might be a bad idea.
Then Fjord pulls him closer for a more intimate, wanting kiss and those thoughts die out and are replaced with the tip of his forked tongue begging entrance to a hot mouth.
He wants and it thrums through his body like a deep drink of a strong liquor. ]
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Then Fjord pulls him closer for a more intimate, wanting kiss and those thoughts die out and are replaced with the tip of his forked tongue begging entrance to a hot mouth.
He wants and it thrums through his body like a deep drink of a strong liquor. ]