[ The bed is protesting and the headboard is going to leave marks on the wall, all while Molly's having his brains fucked out by Fjord. Who knew the shy and uncertain man at the start would be fucking him roughly like this later, taking him apart and leaving nothing for him to do other than to hold on and sing his praises and pleasure to a pointed green ear?
He's covered in love bites, in scratches, in bruises and a mess of sweat and come, and Molly feels so alive, so happy in this ridiculous bed with his ridiculous warlock-paladin-sailor that he wants so much.
Fjord starts tensing up and he can feel it, looking up at his lover with flushed cheeks and kiss-swelled lips. ]
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He's covered in love bites, in scratches, in bruises and a mess of sweat and come, and Molly feels so alive, so happy in this ridiculous bed with his ridiculous warlock-paladin-sailor that he wants so much.
Fjord starts tensing up and he can feel it, looking up at his lover with flushed cheeks and kiss-swelled lips. ]
Inside. Give it to me, love.