[ There's a cocky laugh at first, but then Fjord's fingers curls inside him and it becomes a small whine instead. Damn him and the fact that he knows his body so well! ]

That would be terrible, did you have such a good look at me that you're aching?

[ Chuckling, Molly leans his head so that Fjord has more space to nibble, the chewing with those tusks creating more pretty sounds from the tiefling. Slowly pulling away, he seeks out those lips in a deep kiss before he gently tugs on that beard. Downwards, further. ]

How about you have that breakfast, baby? You had a hard workout, after all.