I thought it was bad at the time, bad for me ... [ He finds a pulse-point and lets Molly feel the press of two tusks over it, gentle but firm. ] I was an idiot.
[ The heat in the back of his neck races up a notch as Molly tugs him into the V of his spread legs, a noise battered out of his chest in surprise as a hard line presses up against the burgeoning evidence of his own arousal. The hand in Molly's hair tightens as he ducks his chin on a stifled groan, shivering when hands explore his oversensitive body. Nothing usually touches him except weapons. ]
no subject
[ The heat in the back of his neck races up a notch as Molly tugs him into the V of his spread legs, a noise battered out of his chest in surprise as a hard line presses up against the burgeoning evidence of his own arousal. The hand in Molly's hair tightens as he ducks his chin on a stifled groan, shivering when hands explore his oversensitive body. Nothing usually touches him except weapons. ]
Maybe we could, ah, move this elsewhere?