[ It's so comfortable and so nice, and Molly still furrows his brow when he's sweetly kissed down to his forehead. He whines slightly, leaning closer to the half-orc, refusing to consider mornings being a thing.
If he doesn't accept mornings, he doesn't have to address the thundering ache in his head, the strained limbs and the cotton mouth.
He adamantly forces himself to fall back asleep, and it almost works... but the his mushy brain catches up on the fact that Fjord's right there. In bed with him ]
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If he doesn't accept mornings, he doesn't have to address the thundering ache in his head, the strained limbs and the cotton mouth.
He adamantly forces himself to fall back asleep, and it almost works... but the his mushy brain catches up on the fact that Fjord's right there. In bed with him ]
What? Wha...