[ Molly's just lost in the feeling now, unable to say anything other than 'yes' and make filthy little sounds every time that cock hits home. It's so much, both sex-wise and feeling-wise, and he whines into the pillow when Fjord's hips stutter slightly to keep himself in control.
It's so good, he's so big, he's perfect, I love this.
Molly greedily enjoys a few minutes of deep, slow lovemaking before the rambunctious tiefling is ready to pick up the pace a bit. He's been simmering in pleasure for a while, now wanting release. ]
Fuck, you're so good... gods, now fuck me like you own me.
[ His tempo stutters when Molly gives him permission to move faster, a breathless oh thank fuck ruffling into the tiefling's hair with a laugh. His grip returns to a pair of hips and Fjord settles his weight back on his knees for the first thrust that knocks his own breath out, growling approval as he picks up the pace with a creaking of bedsprings.
A low groan leaves him, getting to see where he takes Molly and run a hand over the curve of his spine, wanting to touch him everywhere. It's almost surreal to be inside him, his friend turned lover. ]
[ Molly keens as Fjord so nicely obeys to pick up the pace, and now the headboard definitely has gouges as he's fucked faster and harder than before, crying out Fjord's name loud enough to probably piss off the whole house.
The touch to his spine is hot and steadying in one, and it makes his tail lift more, coiling around a green arm as he's driven crazy by the new angle and the sound of that growly approval that sends lightning through his veins and right down to his cock. ]
[ How did he get here? Heart bursting with love built on old foundations, blood rushing through his ears like thunder, and Molly yowling for more ...
The headboard bangs into the wall of Caleb and Essek's new room as Fjord braces himself on both hands either side of Molly and curls over him to chase the sensations that make his lover squeal, descending into something more selfish as he drives into that incredible heat without relent, fucking Molly like he's worried he may disappear and they might never have this again. It's when he drops down to an elbow and rests his forehead between Molly's shoulders that a guttural groan rips free of Fjord's throat, unmistakably him in the throes of a truly good fuck.
Too good, oh gods ... ]
Molly, I ...
[ A hand slides to the dip in a lavender back, keeping him pinned with his ass upraised as Fjord loses breaths chasing an orgasm, dark sweaty hair pressed between Molly's shoulders. ]
Can I? Inside?
[ He has enough wherewithal to at least ask that. ]
[ He's a mess of whines and moans and keens of pleasure every time Fjord hits home, and it feels so good that he can't keep any thoughts straight at all. It's raw and desperate and wonderful, spurred on by feelings and need.
Molly loves it.
Despite his head lost in the feeling and Fjord, he can pick up on the change of pace, that groan that is so very Fjord that tells him his lover is close. The half-orc pins him down and starts chasing his orgasm, and that's probably one of the hottest things. Losing control like that, desperate to feel.
The sweet question makes Molly smile in the middle of the desperate fucking, and he nods his head. ]
Yes. Fuck, yes. Fill me!
[ He's close as well, and just the thought of Fjord coming in him enough to have him right on the peak. ]
[ His hand in the dip of a spine slides up to grasp the base of that sensitive tail and use it to guide Molly back over his dick in gentle, insistent tugs, gasps shortening as he feels his cock throb and his vision whites at the corners, coming in a rush and hard, urgent thrusts. He buries himself as deep as he can go on each buck and spills a scorching flood deep inside that satisfying heat, mouth hanging open on a series of hoarse groans that range from human to snarls and melt back and forth, the slap of flesh loud in their little room. ]
Fuck, yes ...
[ Just feeling Molly surround his dick, rubbing all over every ridge and squeezing the thick, now sticky-hot tip has him in a hazy afterglow, riding a high as he thinks of nothing but MollyMollyMolly. ]
[ The tail grab is what overwhelms him, and Molly's pretty sure he just ripped a pillow, coming hard just as he's filled with heat. He clamps down on that dick from his own orgasm like he wants to milk it all, and he can't get enough of those sounds his lover is making.
It's a ridiculously intense feeling, knowing that it was Fjord - and for a moment the tiefling feels like he's going mad, sight whiting out and the keen mixed with Fjord's name is almost unrecognizable as his own for a second or two.
He curls his tail around his lover, the only show of affection he can muster at the moment as his whole body feels like it has turned to jelly. ]
[ His moan draws out as he lapses to a brief halt, dropping down over Molly to nuzzle between his shoulders with lazy kisses, just wanting to taste his sweat in the wake of feeling him come around him. Fjord strokes that tail until Molly is spent and then braces himself over a lavender back, hips starting to cant slowly on instinct. Come slips out and dribbles down the backs of Molly's thighs, sliding over his balls from the angle, and Fjord knows he's personally not done for the night, not with Molly so well-fucked beneath him.
So much for round one, the only.
He fucks him to a steady pace, angling to overstimulate that special spot inside with firm rubs from every other ridge along his cock, working the come out with the head before sinking back in.
[ Fjord's still going and it makes Molly laugh, joy and amusement in one as his lover is trying to kill him by running those ridges over his prostate and filling his nerves with pleasure-pain. He moans softly at the feeling of that cock making a mess of them both, and most likely the bed as well. It's wonderful and filthy and he loves it. ]
N-never!
[ He replies, and curses the slight stumble on the word as soon as it leaves his mouth. He's done all nights before, but there was usually a pause or so. Fjord was going to fuck him silly and he'll love it the entire time. ]
Still want me like this?
[ Ass up, face down was nice and comfortable, but he also wants kisses. ]
[ Soft laughter muffles into a shoulder, followed by a sweeter kiss. ]
No, I want to see you.
[ Easing back with a grunt, Fjord takes the liberty of turning Molly around with a helpful tug on his legs, bodies bouncing on the bed as they settle. When Molly wants him, he leans down for a searing kiss, not yet back inside. ]
[ Molly groans as he feels Fjord slide out of him, half relief from the overstimulation and half missing it filling him up at once. He turns around with the half-orc's help, happy to look up at his lover's face and meet that searing kiss. ]
Mm, yes...
[ He kisses happily, deepening it quickly like he wants to kiss Fjord's breath away. Molly's eyes are bright and so full of affection as he looks up at the half-orc, sweaty hair slicked to his forehead, curls trapped in his horns and a flush on his cheeks. ]
Look at you. So gorgeous above me like this.
[ Molly mumbles against green lips, sliding his tongue along a tusk. ]
[ Molly looks debouched as all hell, legs shining and hair messy as Fjord kisses him. He brushes back those curls so they don't stick to their lips and paws his way up Molly's side, the pad of a thumb circling a nipple, licking back at fangs to repay the attention to his tusks. Laughter is a pleasant undercurrent as they lie together to catch a breath. ]
You're gorgeous and you know it, but if you want to hear about it ...
[ Nuzzling a cheek, he catches Molly's eye and grins. ]
Why don't you put me back inside you first?
[ Something about Molly doing it makes Fjord's hairs rise on the back of his neck in a shiver. ]
[ Oh, that's a fun thoughts, and he loves the fact that Fjord has ideas and things he wants to try. Molly grins up at him, the next kiss more teasing and passionate before he arches his back and reaches down to touch that wet, slippery cock with hunger. It feels so good to touch and he knows it will just slip in perfectly with all the oil and come that's dripping from him.
Meeting Fjord's eyes, he gives the half-orc a smile before he leads the nice, fat head to his hole and then cants his hips a bit so that it slides inside him. His face lights up with pleasure as it breeches him and fills him up again, returning into that tiefling heat. ]
Ffffuck, that's it, that's you in me.
[ Still a dizzying thought, honestly. Fjord, fucking him. ]
[ He rests on bent arms over Molly with lashes fluttering as the tiefling touches him, humming approval and nuzzling kisses along a cheek. A sigh leaves him when they rejoin and his hips cant on instinct to settle them together, the groan that pours out of him an agreement to Molly's wonder.
Fjord shifts his weight and reaches up to trace a horn, absently rubbing at the base the way he knows Molly likes to match the slow grind of their bodies, hot as hell for a dozen reasons. He never looks away from those pretty red eyes, close enough to see whether he's looking back. ]
Me and you.
[ Yes, this is so much. Them. It's in the moment (just Fjord and Molly, slowly making love in their private room in a crazy dimension) that he feels something fracture in his chest and heat bloom through, letting go of all his former insecurities; at least here, now. His voice rumbles with gravelly love right from his core. ]
[ Molly leans his head against the hand stroking the base of a horn, sending little shivers of extra pleasure through him and meeting up with the rest of it. Just turning into all of him feeling so good.
He's a little lost in it all, not sure where to focus until finding those golden eyes never leaving his own and a handsome green face showing such intense sweetness. It's wonderful and a little scary at the same time, knowing what feelings they're playing with, here. Fjord's loving voice only makes it more real, radiating such emotion that it makes Molly's heart ache.
Honey.
What a dumb, sugary thing to say to someone like him. Yet Molly adores it. Here, where it's just them. ]
...and you feels so good in me. I'm lucky.
[ Lucky to be railed really well or lucky to experiment with emotions like this? The tiefling doesn't know. ]
[ We're both lucky, he thinks, stealing a lingering kiss. ]
Do you think you can get hard again?
[ If his memory serves correctly, then this angle should prove the best for Molly; his shoulders rise as he arches his back, rocking into him more firmly, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. ]
[ Molly keeps that kiss for as long as he can, smiling as Fjord speaks again. ]
I'm a young man in my prime, I could probably-ah!
[ He feels that change of angle and his body trembles slightly under the half-orc's touch. There's mostly surprise on his face, and a little hint of a furrowed brow at the overstimulation until his breath changes to a moan. It's on the edge of too much, but on the right side.
Stubbornness might be part of it, too. ]
I'm never escaping this bed again, am I?
[ Molly asks with a laugh, seeking another kiss. ]
[ Smiling into the kisses that melt into the way they move together, he picks up the pace and slips his hand on a horn down the middle of a scarred chest, loosely taking hold of Molly's softened cock. He doesn't stroke but there's pressure, a teasing squeeze over the tip.
Lips breathe over Molly's, brushing back and forth. ]
I'm going to do this to you in every bed on Wildemount.
[ It feels like he's full of warmth, not just from that dick driving him crazy, but everywhere else, too. Molly could lose himself in this, just stop every thought and only exist for this moment of them together...
I'm going to do this to you in every bed on Wildemount.
Something cracks a bit in Molly's chest this time, spilling joy, love and fear in one - a muddled mess of wanting that, wanting them to go back to Wildemount and just be Fjord and Molly, traveling with their friends and making love in every bed - and the fear that it will not be that way, that he'll leave this place just to die again and Fjord will have to face Lucien with all this kindness and affection, only to get nothing back. ]
I want that.
[ He says, reaching up and wrapping his arms around the half-orc's back to hold him close. ]
You mean so much to me.
[ It's not the 'l' word, but it sounds damn close. ]
[ He winks and huffs, seizing a kiss that matches the faster pace. He keeps working Molly's cock without pushing him too far too soon and lets his mind drift to thoughts of taking Molly in his bedroom at the Xhorhaus, in the room he was given at the Lavish Chateau, in the captain's cabin of ... whatever ship they ended up with after Vokodo.
He wants him for the future, not just now.
Now is pretty damn good though, grunts knocked free as he fucks him with a hungry possessiveness he can't control. ]
[ Molly laughs again, a little breathless this time as they pick up the pace once more and Fjord takes him with such hunger that it really does feel like he's precious and claimed in one.
The purple tiefling is all sweet moans and breaths, crying out each time when Fjord pushes against that overworked gland in him and milking a few more drops of precum out of the lithe body. With a Con save of 16 willpower and just unending lust, it looks like he really is getting hard again - even though he barely has anything to give after the other orgasms.
Fjord can really fuck. ]
Oh gods, oh love, you're so good...
[ He mumbles between the carnal sounds that escape him, reaching to wrap his arms around those shoulders and dig his few long claws in. ]
[ He really wants every part of Molly to feel the echo of him later, a pleased kiss stolen as he feels him start to harden in his fist. With sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead and temples as he fucks him into the bed, he leaves off that oversensitive cock now it's on its way and palms over a thigh, squeezing the curve of Molly's ass. Claws prick, the sharper ones he hasn't filed, and he feels a well of pleasure throb in his balls as he grows rougher in his thrusts. It's too good, Molly's so wonderfully soft and blissfully hot, he's taking Fjord's cock like he was made for it.
Lashes flutter as he holds onto the urge to come but he starts tensing up, shoulders stiffening under Molly's claws. ]
[ The bed is protesting and the headboard is going to leave marks on the wall, all while Molly's having his brains fucked out by Fjord. Who knew the shy and uncertain man at the start would be fucking him roughly like this later, taking him apart and leaving nothing for him to do other than to hold on and sing his praises and pleasure to a pointed green ear?
He's covered in love bites, in scratches, in bruises and a mess of sweat and come, and Molly feels so alive, so happy in this ridiculous bed with his ridiculous warlock-paladin-sailor that he wants so much.
Fjord starts tensing up and he can feel it, looking up at his lover with flushed cheeks and kiss-swelled lips. ]
[ Every god behind the Veil ought to bless Mollymauk for his acceptance and patience because Fjord damn well would if he witnessed it. He drops his head and moans and Molly gives him permission to let go and it feels twice as good as the first time, Molly with a view of a slack-jawed sailor as Fjord screws his eyes shut and comes hard, planting a hand in the bedsheets to twist a fistful, lost on the high of filling him up in hot pulsing waves.
When he finishes, hips slowing, then stopping, he lowers his forehead to a shoulder and pants like a racehorse, shivering through a heatstorm.
[ It's a lovely sight, to see Fjord fully give in to his pleasure and come with such delicious sounds and subconscious mauling of the bed. He's filled with those waves of come, groaning at the feeling of it, and again once it is pushed out to drip between his legs as the half-orc gives those last few thrusts.
Fjord leans down against his shoulder, and Molly reaches to stroke through that sweaty hair, soothing and pleased in one, watching his lover so lost in his afterglow. ]
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It's so good, he's so big, he's perfect, I love this.
Molly greedily enjoys a few minutes of deep, slow lovemaking before the rambunctious tiefling is ready to pick up the pace a bit. He's been simmering in pleasure for a while, now wanting release. ]
Fuck, you're so good... gods, now fuck me like you own me.
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A low groan leaves him, getting to see where he takes Molly and run a hand over the curve of his spine, wanting to touch him everywhere. It's almost surreal to be inside him, his friend turned lover. ]
Molls, fuck ...
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The touch to his spine is hot and steadying in one, and it makes his tail lift more, coiling around a green arm as he's driven crazy by the new angle and the sound of that growly approval that sends lightning through his veins and right down to his cock. ]
Fuck, love, yes.
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The headboard bangs into the wall of Caleb and Essek's new room as Fjord braces himself on both hands either side of Molly and curls over him to chase the sensations that make his lover squeal, descending into something more selfish as he drives into that incredible heat without relent, fucking Molly like he's worried he may disappear and they might never have this again. It's when he drops down to an elbow and rests his forehead between Molly's shoulders that a guttural groan rips free of Fjord's throat, unmistakably him in the throes of a truly good fuck.
Too good, oh gods ... ]
Molly, I ...
[ A hand slides to the dip in a lavender back, keeping him pinned with his ass upraised as Fjord loses breaths chasing an orgasm, dark sweaty hair pressed between Molly's shoulders. ]
Can I? Inside?
[ He has enough wherewithal to at least ask that. ]
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Molly loves it.
Despite his head lost in the feeling and Fjord, he can pick up on the change of pace, that groan that is so very Fjord that tells him his lover is close. The half-orc pins him down and starts chasing his orgasm, and that's probably one of the hottest things. Losing control like that, desperate to feel.
The sweet question makes Molly smile in the middle of the desperate fucking, and he nods his head. ]
Yes. Fuck, yes. Fill me!
[ He's close as well, and just the thought of Fjord coming in him enough to have him right on the peak. ]
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[ His hand in the dip of a spine slides up to grasp the base of that sensitive tail and use it to guide Molly back over his dick in gentle, insistent tugs, gasps shortening as he feels his cock throb and his vision whites at the corners, coming in a rush and hard, urgent thrusts. He buries himself as deep as he can go on each buck and spills a scorching flood deep inside that satisfying heat, mouth hanging open on a series of hoarse groans that range from human to snarls and melt back and forth, the slap of flesh loud in their little room. ]
Fuck, yes ...
[ Just feeling Molly surround his dick, rubbing all over every ridge and squeezing the thick, now sticky-hot tip has him in a hazy afterglow, riding a high as he thinks of nothing but MollyMollyMolly. ]
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It's a ridiculously intense feeling, knowing that it was Fjord - and for a moment the tiefling feels like he's going mad, sight whiting out and the keen mixed with Fjord's name is almost unrecognizable as his own for a second or two.
He curls his tail around his lover, the only show of affection he can muster at the moment as his whole body feels like it has turned to jelly. ]
Oh, gods...
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So much for round one, the only.
He fucks him to a steady pace, angling to overstimulate that special spot inside with firm rubs from every other ridge along his cock, working the come out with the head before sinking back in.
Rumbling, he sighs almost contentedly. ]
I'm not done, are you?
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N-never!
[ He replies, and curses the slight stumble on the word as soon as it leaves his mouth. He's done all nights before, but there was usually a pause or so. Fjord was going to fuck him silly and he'll love it the entire time. ]
Still want me like this?
[ Ass up, face down was nice and comfortable, but he also wants kisses. ]
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No, I want to see you.
[ Easing back with a grunt, Fjord takes the liberty of turning Molly around with a helpful tug on his legs, bodies bouncing on the bed as they settle. When Molly wants him, he leans down for a searing kiss, not yet back inside. ]
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Mm, yes...
[ He kisses happily, deepening it quickly like he wants to kiss Fjord's breath away. Molly's eyes are bright and so full of affection as he looks up at the half-orc, sweaty hair slicked to his forehead, curls trapped in his horns and a flush on his cheeks. ]
Look at you. So gorgeous above me like this.
[ Molly mumbles against green lips, sliding his tongue along a tusk. ]
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You're gorgeous and you know it, but if you want to hear about it ...
[ Nuzzling a cheek, he catches Molly's eye and grins. ]
Why don't you put me back inside you first?
[ Something about Molly doing it makes Fjord's hairs rise on the back of his neck in a shiver. ]
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Meeting Fjord's eyes, he gives the half-orc a smile before he leads the nice, fat head to his hole and then cants his hips a bit so that it slides inside him. His face lights up with pleasure as it breeches him and fills him up again, returning into that tiefling heat. ]
Ffffuck, that's it, that's you in me.
[ Still a dizzying thought, honestly. Fjord, fucking him. ]
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Fjord shifts his weight and reaches up to trace a horn, absently rubbing at the base the way he knows Molly likes to match the slow grind of their bodies, hot as hell for a dozen reasons. He never looks away from those pretty red eyes, close enough to see whether he's looking back. ]
Me and you.
[ Yes, this is so much. Them. It's in the moment (just Fjord and Molly, slowly making love in their private room in a crazy dimension) that he feels something fracture in his chest and heat bloom through, letting go of all his former insecurities; at least here, now. His voice rumbles with gravelly love right from his core. ]
Honey, you feel so good around me ...
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He's a little lost in it all, not sure where to focus until finding those golden eyes never leaving his own and a handsome green face showing such intense sweetness. It's wonderful and a little scary at the same time, knowing what feelings they're playing with, here. Fjord's loving voice only makes it more real, radiating such emotion that it makes Molly's heart ache.
Honey.
What a dumb, sugary thing to say to someone like him. Yet Molly adores it. Here, where it's just them. ]
...and you feels so good in me. I'm lucky.
[ Lucky to be railed really well or lucky to experiment with emotions like this? The tiefling doesn't know. ]
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Do you think you can get hard again?
[ If his memory serves correctly, then this angle should prove the best for Molly; his shoulders rise as he arches his back, rocking into him more firmly, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. ]
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I'm a young man in my prime, I could probably-ah!
[ He feels that change of angle and his body trembles slightly under the half-orc's touch. There's mostly surprise on his face, and a little hint of a furrowed brow at the overstimulation until his breath changes to a moan. It's on the edge of too much, but on the right side.
Stubbornness might be part of it, too. ]
I'm never escaping this bed again, am I?
[ Molly asks with a laugh, seeking another kiss. ]
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[ Smiling into the kisses that melt into the way they move together, he picks up the pace and slips his hand on a horn down the middle of a scarred chest, loosely taking hold of Molly's softened cock. He doesn't stroke but there's pressure, a teasing squeeze over the tip.
Lips breathe over Molly's, brushing back and forth. ]
I'm going to do this to you in every bed on Wildemount.
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I'm going to do this to you in every bed on Wildemount.
Something cracks a bit in Molly's chest this time, spilling joy, love and fear in one - a muddled mess of wanting that, wanting them to go back to Wildemount and just be Fjord and Molly, traveling with their friends and making love in every bed - and the fear that it will not be that way, that he'll leave this place just to die again and Fjord will have to face Lucien with all this kindness and affection, only to get nothing back. ]
I want that.
[ He says, reaching up and wrapping his arms around the half-orc's back to hold him close. ]
You mean so much to me.
[ It's not the 'l' word, but it sounds damn close. ]
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I'll mean much more in a minute.
[ He winks and huffs, seizing a kiss that matches the faster pace. He keeps working Molly's cock without pushing him too far too soon and lets his mind drift to thoughts of taking Molly in his bedroom at the Xhorhaus, in the room he was given at the Lavish Chateau, in the captain's cabin of ... whatever ship they ended up with after Vokodo.
He wants him for the future, not just now.
Now is pretty damn good though, grunts knocked free as he fucks him with a hungry possessiveness he can't control. ]
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The purple tiefling is all sweet moans and breaths, crying out each time when Fjord pushes against that overworked gland in him and milking a few more drops of precum out of the lithe body. With
a Con save of 16willpower and just unending lust, it looks like he really is getting hard again - even though he barely has anything to give after the other orgasms.Fjord can really fuck. ]
Oh gods, oh love, you're so good...
[ He mumbles between the carnal sounds that escape him, reaching to wrap his arms around those shoulders and dig his few long claws in. ]
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Lashes flutter as he holds onto the urge to come but he starts tensing up, shoulders stiffening under Molly's claws. ]
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He's covered in love bites, in scratches, in bruises and a mess of sweat and come, and Molly feels so alive, so happy in this ridiculous bed with his ridiculous warlock-paladin-sailor that he wants so much.
Fjord starts tensing up and he can feel it, looking up at his lover with flushed cheeks and kiss-swelled lips. ]
Inside. Give it to me, love.
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When he finishes, hips slowing, then stopping, he lowers his forehead to a shoulder and pants like a racehorse, shivering through a heatstorm.
Unable to think, just for a minute. ]
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Fjord leans down against his shoulder, and Molly reaches to stroke through that sweaty hair, soothing and pleased in one, watching his lover so lost in his afterglow. ]
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