[ There's a reward to be had in just watching Molly enjoy himself, the roll of his hips and arch of his body turning Fjord's stamina to ashes when paired with the roaming hand over his chest. He huffs mid-kiss to peacock feathers, leaning up to catch his lover's eye. ]

I should kick you out of my tent right now and make you sleep in the rockpools until that high opinion of yourself cools off.

[ He wouldn't. ]