Same... fuck, you taste so good, Fjord. We smell like us, cuddled all night. I love it.

[ He laughs as they roll around, putting a pillow under his neck for his horns and then happily looking up at the half-orc with such affection. Molly's legs part eagerly to let him in closer, those kisses slow and hedonistic, stretching out his body just-so to give his lover such a nice view.

Fjord's comment warms his heart fully, aroused, adored and amorous all in one. ]

Make that all morning, baby. It's the weekend, it's all for making out.