[ Something in his chest has been waiting for this emotional uplift all week, something that hums Mate and has him kissing Molly while cupping his face like he's precious (which he is). He rolls them onto their sides so that Molly has more control over how deep he gets to take that rigid shaft with each drag, Fjord afraid of pushing too soon for too much. It had always been before, with the others. ]

It's just — ahh ...

[ God, if anything it feels like his dick has never been so hard in his life, ridges standing out and crown swollen as he continues to keep Molly open, stimulated. Hair falls in Fjord's eyes as he lays on his side with him, a hand grasping at lilac skin from thigh to waist and back again. He bites his lip, shuddering out a sigh that briefly cools his hot blood as he looks across the pillow to Molly. ]

I'm not always like this, I swear. Usually it's just, nngh, just really good porn — yours now — [ hah ] but I feel like —

[ Thrusting hard without warning as he follows the instinct, he lets his nails rake over Molly's ass to find the base of his tail; Fjord fists it, smearing his own come around. ]

Feels like I just can't fill you up with enough of my come, baby.