[ Molly immediately runs his fingers through that dark chest hair and over the muscle there, marvelling in the difference between them and so damn turned on by it. He's about to taste a patch of green skin when those hands find his tail, and instead he whines as it is touched, hips pushing forward against his pretty half-orc seat. It sends a shudder through his entire spine and his fingers drag down a perfect green stomach.

It suddenly really dawns on Molly that Fjord has seen his videos and pictures. He's seen the things Molly likes, what he does to get himself hot and bothered, and it is quite obvious in the way he leans in to put his lips around a nipple and laving it with his tongue like that. It draws full moan out of the tiefling, hands traveling from chest hair to the lovely locks on his head. The little nub hardens under a warm tongue and his dick is jealous.

Once Fjord speaks, he's already so stupidly turned on, and it's a hassle to twist and tug his pants down enough to show said pretty cock, hard and already leaking a bit to have made a sticky wet spot on his underwear. ]

I want...fuck, I want to see yours too, Fjord. It already feels so good, so big, I want it in me. Where's that care package?