[ He still can't fully believe this is happening, and every touch makes him wish he had Caleb's perfect memory so he could keep it with him forever. As soon as he has that cock in his hand, all his teasing of the other man having a big cock is true and it is so hot that his legs threaten to turn to jelly.
Molly meets that desperate kiss, tongue and fangs and breath as he whines his pleasure into that tusked mouth. He tries to match those perfect movements with his own hand, and it just feels too damn good.
They're both breaking apart, and for Molly it is in a way quite different from his fear of Lucien. This time it is welcome and needed because he's filling the cracks back in with Fjord's touch, his closeness, his warmth. It finally, finally makes him trust everything said about him being different from that bastard, because he's sure Fjord wouldn't touch him like this, wouldn't want him if that still threatened below. ]
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Molly meets that desperate kiss, tongue and fangs and breath as he whines his pleasure into that tusked mouth. He tries to match those perfect movements with his own hand, and it just feels too damn good.
They're both breaking apart, and for Molly it is in a way quite different from his fear of Lucien. This time it is welcome and needed because he's filling the cracks back in with Fjord's touch, his closeness, his warmth. It finally, finally makes him trust everything said about him being different from that bastard, because he's sure Fjord wouldn't touch him like this, wouldn't want him if that still threatened below. ]
Yes, fuck... I'm close.
[ Already, too wound up in emotions and need. ]