[ The soft sound that leaves him as he watches that forked tongue slither over his cock is helplessly aroused, panting as he reaches under the pillows to find the fresh bottle of oil (so romantic). It gets tossed down the bed, yellow eyes following it to lock back on Molly. Fjord's cock is dark green and shining from a mix of precome and spit, bobbing in a curve toward his belly, annoyingly in the way of his field of vision as he looks his lover over while remembering what he asked for.
Yes, he still wants that. Wants Molly between his legs in so many ways, feeling no shame in his urgency as he rides the hot instinct of it. ]
When you're inside, I want to feel you come there too.
[ If they do this, they do it properly and he gets everything. ]
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Yes, he still wants that. Wants Molly between his legs in so many ways, feeling no shame in his urgency as he rides the hot instinct of it. ]
When you're inside, I want to feel you come there too.
[ If they do this, they do it properly and he gets everything. ]