[ Romance depends on honesty, he will later tell himself, and he's never let go of his inhibitions like this before, no one has made him want them so badly that his hands shake as he works them open. Molly is unique in a lot of ways, not least the effect he has on Fjord's common-sense (crumbling it to nothing with a simple, sweet moan).
The condoms are, thanks to Caduceus's stringent concerns, all made for half-orcs and have Extra Swell stamped on the packaging, which is mortifying to know Caduceus has seen but reassuring since it means they won't have to switch out for a new one once Fjord comes once, something he isn't sure how to casually drop into conversation at this point. He's hard as a rock once Molly splits his pants open and that's all they need, he doesn't have the patience for more, glancing down to see a pretty purple cock rubbing precome into the hairs of his navel up against the thicker, longer length of himself, ridges starting to stand out along the shaft. Molly's tapered and lovely just like any tiefling would be (who knows), while Fjord leans more orcish than human in that department, cock textured and balls heavy.
He can barely keep his eyes open when he looks up at the vision in his lap, knuckles-deep in slick heat that he fucks almost absently. ]
You still okay with this? With me?
[ The fact he feels the need to ask speaks to past experiences that don't matter here, but which have shaped the way he views himself. ]
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The condoms are, thanks to Caduceus's stringent concerns, all made for half-orcs and have Extra Swell stamped on the packaging, which is mortifying to know Caduceus has seen but reassuring since it means they won't have to switch out for a new one once Fjord comes once, something he isn't sure how to casually drop into conversation at this point. He's hard as a rock once Molly splits his pants open and that's all they need, he doesn't have the patience for more, glancing down to see a pretty purple cock rubbing precome into the hairs of his navel up against the thicker, longer length of himself, ridges starting to stand out along the shaft. Molly's tapered and lovely just like any tiefling would be (who knows), while Fjord leans more orcish than human in that department, cock textured and balls heavy.
He can barely keep his eyes open when he looks up at the vision in his lap, knuckles-deep in slick heat that he fucks almost absently. ]
You still okay with this? With me?
[ The fact he feels the need to ask speaks to past experiences that don't matter here, but which have shaped the way he views himself. ]