[ Fjord's got no idea, riding the high of a drugging potion that makes him chase Molly's orgasm instead of his own with every thrust, working the tiefling over so that he takes care of him first and foremost. His own pleasure usually follows Molly's anyway but this feels more important, like if he can't satisfy his mate then he doesn't deserve to come either.
A soft kiss gently skims Molly's cheek in contrast to the rough fuck, followed by a breathy, demanding, ] Come for me, sweetheart.
[ It's such a difference, that kiss and the way he's slamming so hard into him, wild and wanton like all that matters in the world is to fuck him. That sweet little demand makes Molly hiss as his back arches and he clenches down around Fjord, coming hard again even if there's nothing more in him but a bit of a dribble and the rocking of hips. ]
Oh fuck, gods... Fjord, I love it, I love you!
[ His red eyes look up at his lover, hands coming to run through that salt-and-pepper hair. Molly feels like he's about to lose his mind, but he wants to see Fjord finish again as well. ]
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A soft kiss gently skims Molly's cheek in contrast to the rough fuck, followed by a breathy, demanding, ] Come for me, sweetheart.
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Oh fuck, gods... Fjord, I love it, I love you!
[ His red eyes look up at his lover, hands coming to run through that salt-and-pepper hair. Molly feels like he's about to lose his mind, but he wants to see Fjord finish again as well. ]