[ Molly's riding that hand shamelessly, and it's absolutely wonderful to feel that light stretch and muscles yielding quickly to those fingers. His eyes are heavy-lidded, a slight red glow from his darkvision reflected under thick lashes, mouth slightly open with that two-pronged tongue resting slightly against lower fangs.

The first view of Fjord's cock is wonderful, even in the bad lighting. It's gorgeous and Mollymauk is quick to get his hand around it, a soft moan leaving him as he feels the textured shape, the ridges hardening and everything just wanting to make him drool.

He's about to slide the condom on when Fjord speaks again, and it takes him somewhat sex-and-alcohol-buzzed brain to catch up. Stopping, Molly reaches for Fjord's cheek to stroke it gently. ]

I'm more than okay with this - [ ...and he gestures to the condom and everything, hips slowly raising a lowering again on those fingers. ] And you... fuck, Fjord, you're so good. I really like you. You're funny and gentle and really damn attractive.

[ He glances down at that pretty dick again, and then expertly slides the condom on. ]

I don't want anyone else.

[ For Molly, the professional slut, that's a big thing. ]