[ There's just them, the room, and nothing beyond, only Molly's heat stroking him to distraction as Fjord fucks him slowly into the furs with heavy breaths painting the back of his neck. He liked having Molly when she was a woman, very much so, but he fell for Molly in this body and it feels like coming home to know every sharp jut of hips and the flat expanse of chest as he runs a hand up his lover's front, holding him closer. He angles his head for a kiss, drawing a knee higher to keep Molly pinned at the angle that keeps him mewling, cockhead throbbing against a prostate. ]
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Kiss me, love ...