[ I want to have you in a bed, surrounded in gold flowers, he wants to say. I want to show you how much you mean to me. You're worth so much more than a fuck in a field.
But he's hard as a rock and Molly is whining and his cock is out, tail exchanged for that lovely erection in Fjord's palm as he strokes him from base to tip and thumbs over the slit, coaxing out wetness. He pants hot and harsh against a scarred sternum; his mind is a scrambled mess and nothing matters as much as crawling inside this infernal tiefling and fucking him into the ground while those greedy hands run all over him; it's so, so hard to get his thoughts in order while Molly is begging Fjord to do exactly what they both want.
A gruff growl uncharacteristically sticks in his throat as he grabs blindly at the side of the tent for the rucksack with a zipper-bag inside, spilling the contents across the sleeping bag at their side as he finds the lube and condoms. He has to drop them and release his hold on Molly's pretty dick to yank down those pants, tugging them low enough to expose the cleft of an ass he's sorry to say he hasn't yet seen in person; thick fingers slather the lube down between those pert cheeks, artlessly rubbing their way to a hot little hole where one tip probes for entry, gentle but insistent.
All the while he lays kisses on a bare neck and chest, mouthing his way along a jaw with his concentration elsewhere. ]
Grab a condom.
[ His hands are too slick to do more than paw apart Molly's ass and finger him open, blood thundering in Fjord's ears. This is so reckless and he doesn't care, all he wants is Molly. ]
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But he's hard as a rock and Molly is whining and his cock is out, tail exchanged for that lovely erection in Fjord's palm as he strokes him from base to tip and thumbs over the slit, coaxing out wetness. He pants hot and harsh against a scarred sternum; his mind is a scrambled mess and nothing matters as much as crawling inside this infernal tiefling and fucking him into the ground while those greedy hands run all over him; it's so, so hard to get his thoughts in order while Molly is begging Fjord to do exactly what they both want.
A gruff growl uncharacteristically sticks in his throat as he grabs blindly at the side of the tent for the rucksack with a zipper-bag inside, spilling the contents across the sleeping bag at their side as he finds the lube and condoms. He has to drop them and release his hold on Molly's pretty dick to yank down those pants, tugging them low enough to expose the cleft of an ass he's sorry to say he hasn't yet seen in person; thick fingers slather the lube down between those pert cheeks, artlessly rubbing their way to a hot little hole where one tip probes for entry, gentle but insistent.
All the while he lays kisses on a bare neck and chest, mouthing his way along a jaw with his concentration elsewhere. ]
Grab a condom.
[ His hands are too slick to do more than paw apart Molly's ass and finger him open, blood thundering in Fjord's ears. This is so reckless and he doesn't care, all he wants is Molly. ]