[ The way Fjord looks is just... gods, he's so lovely. Handsome and kind and a bit of an ass, quick to challenge and eager to follow along with Molly's wants while keeping him grounded at the same time.
Molly's forked tongue slips out slightly to wet his lips, a moan drawn from him as Fjord's lips are on his skin, wandering low to play with the lace. The fine waistband is pulled taut by now, the tip of the dark purple head pushing at it just below. He can hear the lace ripping slightly when caught at a tusk, and it sends a shiver up the lavender tiefling's spine.
That look is met with one of his own, lips parted slightly and those demonic eyes heated with desire. ]
I... would be a very poor giftgiver if I took your present away, I suppose.
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Molly's forked tongue slips out slightly to wet his lips, a moan drawn from him as Fjord's lips are on his skin, wandering low to play with the lace. The fine waistband is pulled taut by now, the tip of the dark purple head pushing at it just below. He can hear the lace ripping slightly when caught at a tusk, and it sends a shiver up the lavender tiefling's spine.
That look is met with one of his own, lips parted slightly and those demonic eyes heated with desire. ]
I... would be a very poor giftgiver if I took your present away, I suppose.