[ Molly feels each bite and bruise send thrills through his body, mixing the pleasure with little, sweet pinpricks of pain - and it makes him feel so good. With those tusks it promises unique blooms of dark purple for days, and everyone will know someone gave him those. Someone claimed him as theirs.
It's strange, wanting to belong like that. He's not a possessive person, but part of him... it wants to show off who makes him feel so good. Who he comes home to.
The half-orc's harder thrusts makes him hiss 'yes' between his teeth, the feel of his trapped cock rubbing against those abs leaving a slick mess from precome and oil. Fjord is wild and wonderful in one, and Molly's already on his way towards another crest.
He gasps in surprise at the bite and kiss over that red eye on his neck. The part of Lucien. Fjord wants to cover that up in a bruise and it's such a good, sweet thing in the middle of hungry fucking. ]
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It's strange, wanting to belong like that. He's not a possessive person, but part of him... it wants to show off who makes him feel so good. Who he comes home to.
The half-orc's harder thrusts makes him hiss 'yes' between his teeth, the feel of his trapped cock rubbing against those abs leaving a slick mess from precome and oil. Fjord is wild and wonderful in one, and Molly's already on his way towards another crest.
He gasps in surprise at the bite and kiss over that red eye on his neck. The part of Lucien. Fjord wants to cover that up in a bruise and it's such a good, sweet thing in the middle of hungry fucking. ]
Oh, love...