[ Molly groans softly against a tusk as Fjord feels him up like that, and it earns him even more kisses and wandering, clever lavender fingers. He gently nips a green bottom lip with his fangs only to kiss over it again, happily turning making out into some heavier petting.
At least the robots don't mind when he lets his kisses wander down a neck, smiling against the crook of it as his hands trail over Fjord's back and then squishes those nice pecs. ]
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At least the robots don't mind when he lets his kisses wander down a neck, smiling against the crook of it as his hands trail over Fjord's back and then squishes those nice pecs. ]