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[ Playfighting with Molly leaves him with scratches from his tiefling and he loves the shivers they produce, pinning him to the bed with Molly's wrists in his hands over a horned head so that Fjord can smile down at him as he rubs off against him. He matches the rolling of Molly's hips and his lashes bat slower as Fjord gasps with pleasure, cock twitching right against Molly's and spilling precome to slick them. Usually he would open him up as quick as possible to bury inside him but he wants Molly to feel wanted on every level, not just the one where he can take Fjord's dick.

Showing him he's adored is more important, right now. ]

Gods ... [ A groan parts his lips, nuzzling Molly's cheek with his lips and beard, erections nestled tightly together, ] you drive me crazy, Molly.