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[ His trousers go flying with both of them working on yanking them off; the bedroom is a warzone of scattered clothing. None of that matters as he reaches for Molly to pull him in for a kiss, running a hand all over that naked lavender skin from shoulders to knee and back again, detouring around his thighs to drag one over his hip. Gods, he wants him. He's far too hard and one out of two orgasms away from having any real thinking capacity. ]

I might be awful at this, as a disclaimer. You need to tell me what to do so I don't hurt you.

[ He'll bury his tongue in Molly's ass if the guy wants, Fjord just needs a direction to reach their endgame. ]