[ Past lovers have been beautiful, Fjord is shallow enough to admit that, but there is something about Molly laid out bare and wet for him with parted legs that pulls at his heartstrings. Molly's so much more vulnerable and anxious than the bold persona he puts out into the world and Fjord gets to wrap him up in his arms and seat the purple terror on his dick as he takes care of him; and it's so good. He's never wanted someone so much before, never cared enough to even try.

Never needed to be with them this badly.

He bears down and seizes a hungry kiss, at first just letting Molly feel the weight of him and the outline of his cock. Without breaking the kiss for more than a breath, he reaches down and guides himself back into that clutching heat with an impatient thrust, burying every throbbing inch back inside that slick channel where he belongs. His groan is loud and shameless as he does so, grasping Molly by the ass to haul him in for every bucking return, kisses biting and licking away any trace of hesitation or notion he could draw this out longer. Just to feel him, to fuck him in their own bed, it's a fierce possessiveness Fjord has never known. ]

Molly, [ growling through the amorous kisses, cock burning where his boyfriend surrounds him, ] come for me, sweetheart, come just because you like the way I fuck you, you can do it. Come and I'll get you hard again, baby.