[ He grins along with Molly's laughter and crawls on top of him once they hit the bed, huffing as he gives him a flat, unamused (his persistent smile lies!) look while stripping off his shirt. Fjord rests his elbows either side of him and lets Molly feel the brush of his body as he grinds down, cocks trapped together under the weight of his slowly rolling hips, rewarding the dirty-talk with friction and a Tsk. The imagery works him up too but his goal is to wrangle one lush tiefling into behaving, starting by shaking his ear free before he caves. ]
If you think you're still going to be forming words when you're begging me not to stop, we've got a problem.
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If you think you're still going to be forming words when you're begging me not to stop, we've got a problem.