[ His heart is weak for sweet gestures like that, able to see Molly a lot better with the braid finished. He kisses him back gratefully and licks his way into that familiar mouth after days spent worrying he would never get to taste him again, prepared to just provide pecks on the cheek for as long as the Empty One needed to keep his walls up but incredibly relieved that's all a moot point now. Fjord can't deny that he likes the heat of Molly's mouth under his, the sweep of a forked tongue that melts his spine has him relaxing more than he has since he sprouted wider hips and leaning into his boyfriend's space.
In between the hot press of kisses, he exhales a long, deep breath of relief and curls a fist in the back of Molly's shirt. It's not unlike the sensation of getting hard when he tilts forward to feel more of him, except for how the pleasure spreads so much faster across his lower half, matching the beat of his heart. ]
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In between the hot press of kisses, he exhales a long, deep breath of relief and curls a fist in the back of Molly's shirt. It's not unlike the sensation of getting hard when he tilts forward to feel more of him, except for how the pleasure spreads so much faster across his lower half, matching the beat of his heart. ]
I missed you.