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[ Molly could tell him to stop and he would, Fjord would do whatever the tiefling requested in bed. The fact Molly isn't warms him in ways a body can't and he kisses him with lingering passion, bringing a hand up to gather the longest hair stuck to a sweaty lavender neck and cradling his head. He wants to be looking at and kissing him when he reiterates for Molly's sake, ]

I love you, Mollymauk.

[ The sex just deepens the sensations rushing through his veins, gazing up into Molly's redredred eyes to catch their pupils. ]

I'm yours.