[ He reaches up to cup Molly's face and draw him into a lazy heated kiss, guiding him onto his lap. ]
Facing me. Why wouldn't I want to see your pretty face, sweetheart?
[ If it weren't for the fact Fjord is mostly still dressed and unwilling to move far, this could so far pass as any normal tryst, hungry and horny on both ends. He spreads a palm over Molly's hip and roams his waist, grasping to drag him close. There's no hurry to fuck him for the sake of it, preferring the buildup of basking in each other's touch first. ]
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Facing me. Why wouldn't I want to see your pretty face, sweetheart?
[ If it weren't for the fact Fjord is mostly still dressed and unwilling to move far, this could so far pass as any normal tryst, hungry and horny on both ends. He spreads a palm over Molly's hip and roams his waist, grasping to drag him close. There's no hurry to fuck him for the sake of it, preferring the buildup of basking in each other's touch first. ]