[ Molly whines into Fjord's mouth, silencing himself into a kiss in a useless attempt to hide how bad it is. His body is a shaky mess, so desperately on the edge, and he has to repeat 'good boy' under his breath as he tries to stop squirming. He feels so empty without his boyfriend sheated deep inside, and it's only adding to the speechless quivers.
Clinging to Fjord, the tiefling slowly sinks down again, that near-scotching heat and tightness enveloping Fjord once more, filling him and making him both more at ease and desperate in one. There are a few half-aborted rolls of his hips before Molly finally, finally seems to calm to the point where he can speak. ]
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Clinging to Fjord, the tiefling slowly sinks down again, that near-scotching heat and tightness enveloping Fjord once more, filling him and making him both more at ease and desperate in one. There are a few half-aborted rolls of his hips before Molly finally, finally seems to calm to the point where he can speak. ]
Please... baby, gods... I'll be good.