I'd be a bad boyfriend if I didn't give you everything you want.
[ Not a half-orc who has to be asked twice, he leans over Molly to sort through the bedside drawer for the lube, dropping a kiss to his shoulder as he slides back over him, eagerness thrumming in his every move; the grasp of Molly's ass and press of a forehead between painted shoulders. ]
If you need me to stop at any point, let me know. It's ... been a while since I've done this, kinda rusty.
[ He's gentle all the same, kneading his way down Molly's back with one hand while another slides two fingers up the crack of his ass, searching out that hot little hole to start working him open on one. Fjord can practically hear his own heartbeat in his ears, harder than he's been in recent memory (excluding tent shenanigans) with Molly laid out before him like a fucking wet dream and practically begging for it, those long elegant limbs and flushed skintone from the videos committed to memory now bare and sweaty on his own bed. Fjord licks his lips and swallows, refocusing on the present and Molly's reactions, not wanting to hurt him; the tiefling took him well enough the first time they were together but everything was a lust-fuelled trainwreck that night and now here's Fjord's first opportunity to do things right. ]
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[ Not a half-orc who has to be asked twice, he leans over Molly to sort through the bedside drawer for the lube, dropping a kiss to his shoulder as he slides back over him, eagerness thrumming in his every move; the grasp of Molly's ass and press of a forehead between painted shoulders. ]
If you need me to stop at any point, let me know. It's ... been a while since I've done this, kinda rusty.
[ He's gentle all the same, kneading his way down Molly's back with one hand while another slides two fingers up the crack of his ass, searching out that hot little hole to start working him open on one. Fjord can practically hear his own heartbeat in his ears, harder than he's been in recent memory (excluding tent shenanigans) with Molly laid out before him like a fucking wet dream and practically begging for it, those long elegant limbs and flushed skintone from the videos committed to memory now bare and sweaty on his own bed. Fjord licks his lips and swallows, refocusing on the present and Molly's reactions, not wanting to hurt him; the tiefling took him well enough the first time they were together but everything was a lust-fuelled trainwreck that night and now here's Fjord's first opportunity to do things right. ]