[ Watching Molly come for a second time incites a kind of pride he hasn't often known and he works Molly through it while fucking him, only releasing that sticky spent cock to wipe his hand on a lavender thigh, grasping for purchase. He needs to hold on as Molly encourages him to come again, dragging him onto his lap as Fjord bows over him and comes with a hoarse groan against Molly's chest, hips stuttering to a slow and gradual halt. He loses track of his senses for a moment, gasping and definitely not whimpering, he'll deny it, as he slumps over his incredible lover, still connected.
His hand leaves that thigh to scoop Molly up in a hug around his middle, a beard rasping up to the curve of Molly's neck where Fjord plants lazy, dazed kisses, holding onto him in the afterglow. The affectionate nudge of his nose against a pulse hopefully conveys what a lack of words can't. ]
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His hand leaves that thigh to scoop Molly up in a hug around his middle, a beard rasping up to the curve of Molly's neck where Fjord plants lazy, dazed kisses, holding onto him in the afterglow. The affectionate nudge of his nose against a pulse hopefully conveys what a lack of words can't. ]