[ Molly's so stupidly happy right now, wrapping his arms around Fjord's shoulders and deepening sweet kisses. The words strike such good things in him, feeling like they're real.
(Part of him always feels that if he's not real and will become Lucien again, then 'always' is frightfully short.)
It's still so wonderfully comforting, though, and makes him purr against those lips, tail wrapping around a leg and one hand sliding down to touch that hard cock at his side. Wanting. ]
I want to be good to you, too. Take the oil, slick yourself up. I think I can take you now.
[ Fingered and relaxed after that orgasm, it should be a lot easier. ]
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(Part of him always feels that if he's not real and will become Lucien again, then 'always' is frightfully short.)
It's still so wonderfully comforting, though, and makes him purr against those lips, tail wrapping around a leg and one hand sliding down to touch that hard cock at his side. Wanting. ]
I want to be good to you, too. Take the oil, slick yourself up. I think I can take you now.
[ Fingered and relaxed after that orgasm, it should be a lot easier. ]