[ It feels so good, and not only the cock inside him but the way Fjord touches him, too. A hand against his hip, the grasp on his tail. Loving and supporting but hot and claiming as well. Every sound from the half-orc is bliss, paired with the sighs and whines of his own as they start moving.
Molly barely registers that Fjord is saying something, too lost in the feeling, but then he moves and his world is just his boyfriend again, strong and warm against his body, holding him close and sharing even more oft himself like this. A slow grind is both bliss and torture from how close he was, but it helps to bring him down to a simmer of pleasure that will hopefully make him last longer.
This was full of such emotion and heat in one, from the sweetness of Fjord's voice telling him how me missed just being inside him, to the silky but heavy weight of that sac against him, promising him to fill him up so well. ]
Mmm... you're so good, baby. Fit so perfectly. [ Molly cannot help the sweet moan that leaves him, and it slows into one of those almost-purrs. His tail slithers a bit between them to curl around that green body, and Mollymauk feels like he's high. ] Perfect for me, fuck. Perfect.
[ He's so overwhelmed with emotions, and is this it? Is this how you know you love someone, when the sex turns to such intimacy that his heart hurts? ]
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Molly barely registers that Fjord is saying something, too lost in the feeling, but then he moves and his world is just his boyfriend again, strong and warm against his body, holding him close and sharing even more oft himself like this. A slow grind is both bliss and torture from how close he was, but it helps to bring him down to a simmer of pleasure that will hopefully make him last longer.
This was full of such emotion and heat in one, from the sweetness of Fjord's voice telling him how me missed just being inside him, to the silky but heavy weight of that sac against him, promising him to fill him up so well. ]
Mmm... you're so good, baby. Fit so perfectly. [ Molly cannot help the sweet moan that leaves him, and it slows into one of those almost-purrs. His tail slithers a bit between them to curl around that green body, and Mollymauk feels like he's high. ] Perfect for me, fuck. Perfect.
[ He's so overwhelmed with emotions, and is this it? Is this how you know you love someone, when the sex turns to such intimacy that his heart hurts? ]