[ For a time he loses himself in everything about his boyfriend from the kisses that steal his breath to the warmth of Molly all over his front. He pushes up the crop top Molly wears to let him be caressed from front to back, up his shoulders and around his chest, hands encircling his waist.
And if he lets his claws rake over a nipple to get him back for the tunnel, well. That's a thing. ]
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And if he lets his claws rake over a nipple to get him back for the tunnel, well. That's a thing. ]