[ All of that makes Molly laugh, and he watches so fondly as Fjord tosses the phone aside and touches him again. It's perfect and wonderful and he's a greedy person who wants everything. Even if that meant kicking Caduceus out for the night.

Stay safe package. Bless that man. ]

I want you. Everything about you. Fuck, Fjord, do you know how many times I've touched myself thinking of you? How many times it made me hard to just imagine your hands on me like this? Every photo, every video I pretend it's just for you and it gets me off every time.

[ He takes his shirt off, pulling it over his head and trying to not get his horns stuck in it. The low light doesn't show the colors, but there's flowers all over his side, mixed with that peacock and snake, and a sun and moon blanketing his other shoulder. Scars everywhere, the texture of them breaking up his soft skin. ]

You promised to tell me what you like.