[ It's a strange thing to feel, Molly coming inside him, but that makes it all the more memorable even without the strong emotional bond they share; Fjord arches up when he feels Molly gasp and lose control, fisting a hand in the back of purple hair to hold on better and watch it play out over that handsome face. He leans up to steal a kiss while Molly is too distracted to commit, rolling them onto their sides so they can stay connected but also lounge a lot more easily together, keen to keep touching Molly by running his hands down his tiefling's back and dropping kisses all down a purple neck.
For a while that's how Fjord remains, content to bask in the physical intimacy and the mess they have made, heartbeat slowly returning to normal as sweat cools on his skin. ]
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For a while that's how Fjord remains, content to bask in the physical intimacy and the mess they have made, heartbeat slowly returning to normal as sweat cools on his skin. ]