[ Fjord raises his head as he eases out of Molly with a grunt but the weight returns, poured over his tiefling with happy possessiveness. He wants him to be comfortable and feel as loved as Fjord can make him, kisses dappling a painted shoulder. ]
Love you too, beautiful. Are you okay? Do you want me to move?
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Love you too, beautiful. Are you okay? Do you want me to move?