[ The way Molly sounds when he hears Fjord's promise is everything, burning into his memory. It echoes the deep-seated need boiling in his own blood as they start pawing at each other, the strained laces of his leathers springing open easily at the slightest tug of purple fingers, a hard gradient-green cock pushing free as Fjord groans in relief, squirming to get comfortable underneath Molly.
His face is so hot, how is he not passing out? Hah.
He surges up to kiss Molly hard and hungry, moaning as he starts pumping the cock in his fist, rubbing the pretty ridges so unlike his own with the calloused pad of a thumb. Sweat collects under his clothes and at the nape of his neck, too desperate to keep going to do more than touch and kiss and groan.
It feels like tearing himself apart at the seams and letting Molly in, irreversible choices being ripped open as they rush through together. ]
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His face is so hot, how is he not passing out? Hah.
He surges up to kiss Molly hard and hungry, moaning as he starts pumping the cock in his fist, rubbing the pretty ridges so unlike his own with the calloused pad of a thumb. Sweat collects under his clothes and at the nape of his neck, too desperate to keep going to do more than touch and kiss and groan.
It feels like tearing himself apart at the seams and letting Molly in, irreversible choices being ripped open as they rush through together. ]