[ Every god behind the Veil ought to bless Mollymauk for his acceptance and patience because Fjord damn well would if he witnessed it. He drops his head and moans and Molly gives him permission to let go and it feels twice as good as the first time, Molly with a view of a slack-jawed sailor as Fjord screws his eyes shut and comes hard, planting a hand in the bedsheets to twist a fistful, lost on the high of filling him up in hot pulsing waves.
When he finishes, hips slowing, then stopping, he lowers his forehead to a shoulder and pants like a racehorse, shivering through a heatstorm.
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When he finishes, hips slowing, then stopping, he lowers his forehead to a shoulder and pants like a racehorse, shivering through a heatstorm.
Unable to think, just for a minute. ]