[ Molly groans happily as he's tugged forward a bit, taking that cock in a little deeper like he's decided breathing isn't something he needs to do any more. It absolutely surrounds him with Fjord in every possible way, and it nearly makes him forget what he's doing. Pulling back, he swirls his tongue around the head on the way out, and then licks his lips a bit with a smile and a ragged, hot breath.

Gods, he's so beautiful like this, spread open for him. He can tell that Fjord's been primping, looking trimmed and lovely even if it as good the way it was before. That nervous confession just tells him more. ]

Love, you're going to be wonderful. [ He says, low and sweet. ] All you have to do is go with your gut, and tell me if something doesn't feel good. Not only if it feels bad, but if it isn't good.

[ One of those short-trimmed fingers circle that rim once again, and then slowly starts to sink in while the tiefling returns to swallowing down that cock. ]