[ Did he hear that right? No. That's such a ... No, that's not what Molly meant, he was just loving living in the moment of getting pleasured out of his mind, that's all. He even said 'I love this'. That's all he intended to say, words are funny things when you're ready to come.
I love you.
He coughs after the first swallow, pulling back to let the rest hit his cheek and beard, dripping down his throat. Molly is a wreck beneath him as he rides out the last press of Fjord's fingers before they slip away and clean off their oiliness on the blankets; sweaty and panting with a spent cock, legs spread for him, the sight of the red-eyed tiefling evokes an answer from somewhere in Fjord's chest that isn't ready to be dredged up; he feels his reply snag and hook in his ribs but it won't pass his lips.
Fjord lies down beside him, sliding a hand up Molly's side to coax him around into a cuddle and awaiting kisses, languorous and claiming.
I love y—
It won't leave his head, bouncing around his skull, so he tries to say it without words, instead. ]
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I love you.
He coughs after the first swallow, pulling back to let the rest hit his cheek and beard, dripping down his throat. Molly is a wreck beneath him as he rides out the last press of Fjord's fingers before they slip away and clean off their oiliness on the blankets; sweaty and panting with a spent cock, legs spread for him, the sight of the red-eyed tiefling evokes an answer from somewhere in Fjord's chest that isn't ready to be dredged up; he feels his reply snag and hook in his ribs but it won't pass his lips.
Fjord lies down beside him, sliding a hand up Molly's side to coax him around into a cuddle and awaiting kisses, languorous and claiming.
I love y—
It won't leave his head, bouncing around his skull, so he tries to say it without words, instead. ]