[ With Molly he can't forget who he's with, there's a hook behind Fjord's navel and it feels like the tiefling has a direct line to affecting him with it, asking to be fucked in a way that turns out so sweet there's nothing Fjord wants to do more. He leans in for a slow kiss, holding eye-contact until his lashes droop from necessity as he tastes the heat of that clever mouth. Hot breaths pant between them, mirroring the urgent rock of their hips below. ]
I'll remember, [ he doesn't think he can go that far right now, too horny and unprepared, ] I'll remember the flowers, Molly.
[ It's a promise melting into a kiss.
The inside of Molly's thigh feels especially hot even through his leggings as Fjord runs a hand up, seeking out the hard line of his friend's erection. He strokes him as he would himself (having no reference for this sort of thing otherwise) for a few moments, then takes pity on Molly as all the white noise in the room fills Fjord's ears; he slips his hand carefully under the waistband of those mismatched leggings and, minding his claws, eases free a blushing purple cock (unlike his own, smoother) to give it a green fist to thrust into.
Some part of his brain still can't believe they are doing this. The other makes his lips skate along a tattooed jaw, yellow eyes angled down on what he holds captive. ]
You're so pretty.
[ Are cocks meant to be elegant? Everything he's heard about Molly's is now firmly true. ]
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I'll remember, [ he doesn't think he can go that far right now, too horny and unprepared, ] I'll remember the flowers, Molly.
[ It's a promise melting into a kiss.
The inside of Molly's thigh feels especially hot even through his leggings as Fjord runs a hand up, seeking out the hard line of his friend's erection. He strokes him as he would himself (having no reference for this sort of thing otherwise) for a few moments, then takes pity on Molly as all the white noise in the room fills Fjord's ears; he slips his hand carefully under the waistband of those mismatched leggings and, minding his claws, eases free a blushing purple cock (unlike his own, smoother) to give it a green fist to thrust into.
Some part of his brain still can't believe they are doing this. The other makes his lips skate along a tattooed jaw, yellow eyes angled down on what he holds captive. ]
You're so pretty.
[ Are cocks meant to be elegant? Everything he's heard about Molly's is now firmly true. ]