Okay. Okay ... even if things aren't good. Got it.

[ So he doesn't have to just take anything, he can keep hold of his agency (he loves Molly for saying that). Relaxing as he feels his cock swallowed again, the press of that finger is relegated to a dull pressure in the back of his mind as he babbles nervously, needing to around the groans and shortened breaths. ]

I've never wanted to do this before, not with anyone. Not really thought about it, except with you, and ... ah, [ he pays more attention to the sensation of being opened up when his cock twitches and he reflexively squeezes down on that finger. It's a new sensation, although not as much as Molly might think. ] When I pictured you doing it, I would try and ... and touch myself in the bath, but I could n-never reach.