[ My wonderful nerd, what kind of sweet-talk is that? If he had the breath to spare and laugh he would but he's too preoccupied rolling them onto their sides again so that Molly has just as much agency in getting them off as Fjord does. Fighting off the red haze that threatens the corners of his vision, he only manages to do so because he thinks Molly deserves better than that, more than a mindless fuck enslaved to instinct, and it's with yellow eyes that he meets a ruby gaze and starts moving with purpose.

The relief he feels in remaining wholly himself is palpable in his kisses, smiling whenever he isn't sharing lewd noises of appreciation. ]

You know the rule now, baby.

[ His hand moves to the same pace of his hips driving Molly full of cock to the root, shunting the air from his lungs if Fjord can help it. He rests their foreheads together. ]

M'not coming till you do, I want to see you taken care of. [ And just to get him back for the nerd comment, mischief flashes in his eyes as he growls close and kisses him messily, voice dropping an octave. ] Tighten up that pretty tiefling pussy for me, Molls.