[ Molly gives a soft, content sigh as Fjord leans down over him like that, arms around his lover and little sweet nothings breathed in that slightly pointed ear. He feels so good, body still a little shaky from his release and head all nice and cottony, just full of Fjord's presence.
Words take a moment for both of them, and the first one Molly makes to croak out is 'fuck'. Followed by a small chuckle and a little squeeze of his arms. ]
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Words take a moment for both of them, and the first one Molly makes to croak out is 'fuck'. Followed by a small chuckle and a little squeeze of his arms. ]
That was... gods. So good, baby.