[ The thrusts pick up again and Molly cries out, nails digging into Fjord's shirt as he, at first, tries to continue to be good. Then those sweet words of praise and promise reach his ears and the tiefling swears in infernal before desperately starting to chase his pleasure.
He fills himself with as much of his lover as possible at each roll of his hips, only needing a few more as well as that permission to come hard in that lap, lashes wet with tears of both frustration and bliss.
Molly only sees white for a while after that, slumped on Fjord's chest like he no longer has any connection to his body.
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He fills himself with as much of his lover as possible at each roll of his hips, only needing a few more as well as that permission to come hard in that lap, lashes wet with tears of both frustration and bliss.
Molly only sees white for a while after that, slumped on Fjord's chest like he no longer has any connection to his body.
For once, that waggling tongue is quiet. ]