[ Molly purrs at the kisses on his neck, but then Fjord sinks down on his knees and the tiefling already sighs happily. The lips, sucks and bites on his tail makes him quiver, and he curls it around a green shoulder once his lover moves elsewhere.
Fjord spreads him open like he's a delicious feast, and then that wonderful tongue is on him, sliding inside and teasing at the sensitive rim. He groans, steadying himself so he doesn't fall and then sings more in pleasure as he's eaten out like that.
[ Many apologies to anyone who wanted to use this bathroom any time soon, it's being used to make a tiefling sing with moans. Fjord makes sure Molly is lapsing into a reliable rhythm before he slips his tongue free and nips at the base of that tail, a finger sliding into the swollen pink hole left wanting to test how eager Molly is to be fucked. If Fjord loosens him up in here he figures they will have an easier time of it once Molly is spread out on their bed, aching again from his bruises. ]
[ It's a wonderful concerto, and Molly is almost overwhelmed by that tongue exploring him and the hot water flowing down on them. It's trapping him between a cooler tiled wall and a heated paradise. It's a lot of good feelings in one, but when there's a working pace going with the licking, his lover pulls back and nips his tail.
Fjord was too good with his weak spots!
Molly swishes it with another shiver rushing up his spine, and then a finger is sliding into him, rim loosened slightly by that lovely tongue. He rocks back at it as soon as Fjord's finger is seated deep inside, lightly fucking himself on it ]
[ Molly moaning and arching above has Fjord worked up in record time, one last hard bite to a bump on that tail leaving his mark before he gets to his feet and continues to finger him for a few kisses, sliding the digit free as he drapes in from behind. His voice is rough and heavy with want, and he guides Molly's hips back against his own. ]
Exactly how tired are you tonight?
[ The thick, blunt cockhead pressing against Molly's hole wants to be let in but doesn't force the issue as Fjord looms over Molly from behind. He rocks his hips, a dreamy sigh gusting over Molly's shoulder as the tip sinks in almost on second-thought, waiting there for permission to go further.
He did promise him sex on the furs, too. That's still on the cards. ]
[ There's a whine from the lavender tiefling at the bite, slim hips wiggling a bit in that grip and heart thudding with desire at that voice. How does his body react so easily to this man? He's so stupid for his boyfriend and it makes Molly smile. ]
Never too tired for your touch, Fjord...
[ Molly says, huskily and wanton as he feels that cock rub against him. Looking over his shoulder he grins, trying to steal a kiss and then pushing his body back, taking him further inside. His claws grind on the tiles and he gasps, filling himself with his lover. ]
[ Molly can steal all the kisses he wants, except for when he's sinking back on Fjord like that and robbing him of his breath. With Fjord taller he has to crouch a little in order to sink inside Molly but when he does he's back to full height and fucking Molly deep enough to push the tiefling onto his tiptoes. That's right, he thinks, nuzzling that shoulder and wrapping an arm around Molly for stability. That's where we belong. ]
I didn't mean to annoy you. [ He strokes Molly's cock at the tip, all around in the squeeze of his fist to keep him sensitive throughout the apology. Fjord finds a bruise to kiss. ] I just don't like seeing you hurt is all, love.
[ Molly grins as he takes Fjord's breath away - but then his lover stands fully and starts to fuck him deep. It really shows how much bigger Fjord is than him, and it's a thrill to be pushed up to his tiptoes at every deep stroke.
The hand at his cock draws a moan out of him, and the tiefling's head lean back against that sturdy chest as he melts into the hold, purring at the kiss at a blackened bruise. ]
It's okay, love. Ah... I just... want you to know.
[ His tail curls around a green ankle. ]
Mmm... when... when we get home? You're all I need.
[ I'm sorry you always have to remind me. He doesn't say it but he puts the sentiment into every kiss that melts up Molly's neck, gasps catching on a peacock-inked jaw with every returning thrust that stretches Fjord's mate out. Grinding in, he hums his agreement and plasters himself up against Molly from behind in an embrace, fucking him to a languid pace under the hot shower so that he doesn't strain those already aching muscles more than necessary by filling him up.
There's no rush, not here where they take care of each other and have all the time in the world to revel in the drag of their bodies. ]
[ Between the warmth of the water and the heat of the half-orc's body against his back, this is probably good for all those sore muscles, his calves and thighs stretching as he's fucked so slow and intimately. Molly has nearly forgotten all about his myriad of bruises and scrapes, any ache from Fjord's touches just adding to how good he feels. ]
I love you, oh... so much.
[ Molly rolls his hips slightly, meeting those thrusts lazily and being surprisingly patient for once - which might have it's explanation in how hard he's worked today. He's soaking up the feeling and the touch, leaning his head a bit to the side so those kisses can travel higher. ]
[ A snicker leaves him as he nuzzles his way into a kiss, capturing it with a smile as they indulge in some impulsive, heady love-making in the shower. Fjord strokes Molly the way he likes and fucks him to an easy tempo they can both work with, trying to find the best angle that gets Molly pleading. ]
Missed having me right here? Or is it here?
[ It's his favourite search-and-rescue game with Molly's pleasure. ]
[ Molly is all delighted smiles and heated, hungry sounds, loving the easy rhythm that feels as just as indulgent as them fucking in the shower. Fjord starts teasing, searching and it's not long until he finds the angle that makes the tiefling mewl. Molly moves one hand back to grab at his boyfriend's ass, desperate to keep him there. ]
Yes, yes... fuck, yes, right there!
[ It's a little different with their heights mismatched unlike in the bed, but damn if Molly doesn't love how Fjord looms over him like this, hiding him from the world until all that remains are them and the hot water raining down. ]
[ He serves up solid thrusts to eke out more of that enchanting mewling, guiding Molly with a hand on his hip so they can both be responsible for the heights of pleasure they drive him to, Fjord's attention split to the way he strokes that sleek cock. Compared to the thickly ridged length that Molly takes so well, the tiefling's shaft is a pretty dark purple and smooth to the touch, bumps at the base resembling those of his tail.
Fjord groans as tight, soft walls stroke him from tip to base and traps Molly against the wall when his patience starts to run out. He never has much during the first round. ]
You feel so good, so fucking good ...
[ The grind keeps him buried to the hilt, rocking against a swollen prostate as he growls and runs his hands all over Molly's body, from thigh to cock and arms to chest, hugging him close while speared on his dick under a torrent of water, pinned there to be filled. The price of not doing so has his dick throbbing but Fjord is determined, kissing him over a shoulder. ]
I'm going to mate with you in our bed, not here. I need to slide out of you right now if you want that too, sweetheart.
[ He adores the way Fjord strokes his cock, firm but teasing in one. The difference between them is striking and just adds to what Molly loves about the half-orc. Pushed up against the wall and trapped there, the grind is deep and perfect, drawing forth more of those shameless sounds from the tiefling.
Molly can sense Fjord losing his patience, purring at the praise and digging his claws in a bit into that perfect ass as he expects to be filled. Fjord puts his hands all over him but stops, drawing a gasp from the tiefling.
I'm going to mate with you in our bed. That makes Molly quiver, overwhelmed and wanting. ]
Yes... please. I want that. Gods, you're amazing.
[ Moving is terrible, but he reaches to turn the shower off so that they have to. ]
[ He drops his forehead to Molly's shoulder where he can take a few deep breaths so that some oxygen makes it to his hazy mind, then steadies him by the hips as he pulls out. His knees almost give out with a need to be back inside him but he clears his throat and reaches for the nearest towel to gets the worst of the dampness off, not bothering to touch his cock for fear of not being able to contain himself.
Slipping his hand into Molly's, he tugs him out of the bathroom to stumble bare-ass naked across to their bedroom, the amber lighting over a fur blanket an irresistible lure. If he wasn't so addled with lust he would care more about his erection bobbing heavy between his legs but the distance to privacy isn't far; he just has to look a little silly in front of Molly, and it isn't the first time. ]
When they say 'madly in love', this must be what it feels like.
[ Molly's legs are unsteady and he just feels so good, even as Fjord pulls out and leaves him all empty and needy. He gets out of the shower, getting as dry as he can while being in a hurry and then laughing as they stumble back to their room. ]
I'm always happy to be a little mad! Especially with love.
[ He's just as stupidly hard, cock bouncing funnily as he hurries to the bed and flops into it face-first. It introduces the bruise pain again but he doesn't care, too eager to keep fucking on this soft, fluffy fur. Curling his tail up over his back, he looks back at Fjord and then spreads those lavender cheeks to show the well-fucked hole. ]
[ Standing at the end of the bed with the full view of Molly presenting himself, Fjord couldn't look more pleased if he tried, because isn't that just the most beautiful fucking sight in the world? Molly all wet and ready for him, purring happily with a lazy tail swatting the air. Perfect.
He crawls on top with a playful bounce at first, pretending to gnaw his way down Molly's neck and fight for possession of his hands, but once he has one trapped he guides his cock back inside that tight hole with barely a pause for Molly to re-adjust, breathing hard against the curly purple baby-hairs on his nape. A laugh beats out of Fjord as he gets his knees situated between Molly's and starts to move in slow, long strokes, remembering what Molly once said about liking it deep. ]
[ The bounce on the bed makes him laugh, and he arches his neck as those little gnaws. He wiggles playfully as they 'struggle' before that cock sinks right back in where it belongs. ]
Oh, Fjord...
[ The hot breath at his neck and the body above him is so perfect, and the deep stroke soon has him quivering and making those sweet, pleased sounds every time it rubs over his good spot. The feeling of the fur against his body at the same time just adds to how nice it all feels, and Molly once again forgets about all his bruises. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Molly's happy in every body, and is honestly still amazed that that Fjord opened the door to fancying pretty men and those with male bodies. Being fucked like this was his absolute favorite thing - being fucked by him in their room, on their bed, just lost in each other.
He turns his head hungrily at the mention of a kiss, knowing Fjord knows his body so well by now that he's not even worried about possibly knocking his horns into his lover. The kiss is heady and sweet in one, Molly's slim tongue slipping in for a taste as his lover keeps him so perfectly that it makes him whine into his mouth. ]
[ The breathless beat of his words over Molly's mouth chases the surging swing of his hips as they find their niche, moans dragged out of him while making love to his mate. It's not the rampant halforc need to fuck Molly silly and he doesn't miss that, because keeping all his wits about him is just as good, bodies shifting together as Molly takes his cock so well it brings tears to the corners of Fjord's eyes, swearing in a constant undertow of sensations.
His uncoordinated kisses paint along Molly's jaw, expertly avoiding a horn to drag the heat of his mouth down the pulse in a throat that blushes pink under his kisses. The need to come rises in steady waves and he squeezes the base of Molly's cock as he starts bucking harder, chasing an orgasm. ]
[ It feels so good, so intimate. He's fucked and made love to at the same time, and Molly's gasping, trembling and so close. Fjord's voice in his ear and the way their bodies move, the way that cock fills him with every stroke, easily and hungrily taken after so many times they have done this... it's perfect.
The squeeze and the start of a chase to orgasm makes his toes curl, and the sweet question makes him whine clawing into the fur and wrapping his tail harder around his lover to keep him right where he wants him.
Another few strokes of his cock and Molly cries out, coming under Fjord with his hips grinding into the fur. ]
[ A sharp growl is cut off as Fjord starts to come on the heels of Molly's orgasm, pushing his waist down so hips rise up and he can force the entire length of his cock into that raw, wet hole, the slap of flesh almost as loud as his snarl when his cock pulses and throbs deep inside his mate, balls drawing up to empty his first load. Because he is mating and not just fucking his orgasm is almost cut off midway as his body refuses to finish and Fjord is forced to cover Molly from behind and continue moving, come dripping down the backs of lavender thighs as Fjord rails him into the soft furs, chasing the chance to come again. ]
Yes, yes, oh gods ...
[ His balls relent as his orgasm returns in a rush and he hooks an arm under one of Molly's knees to spread him further on the bed, grinding him full of slickness that pours inside again, hot and thick from the twitching cockhead stretching out Molly's navel with its shape. Fjord groans into Molly's shoulder, palming around to feel the way his cock gently distends his smaller lover's belly. His higher-tired thinking evaporates; that's him, he's with his mate, his wonderful mate who can take all his come. Molly's filling up with him. ]
[ He's so full, so utterly claimed by Fjord that it feels like there's no space left as the half-orc starts to fill him with heat and that slickness Molly's addicted to. There's so much, drowning him from the inside and dripping down his legs as his lover crawls over him to fuck him into the mattress and make him cry out in pleasure.
(If he could come again, he would, but the feeling is almost as good, making his head swim with bliss.)
The sensation of that big hand at his waist and the way his cockhead presses against it between his body is amazing and obscene and he loves it, loves that Fjord can ruin him with his dick and grind inside him so well that he's losing his mind. ]
I love you too. Gods, you're so big, so perfect. My... ah... my...
[ He smiles dazedly against the fur, face pushed into the pelt. He suddenly knows just what to say. ]
[ A shiver runs through him and he pushes up one of Molly's legs, keeping him spread for a second slam of hips as orgasms melt and rush and rise inside Fjord, reacting to what his mate says and does. He bites the back of his neck as he fucks him down into the furs, a hand pressed to Molly's waist to keep him down and his hips anchored up for the cock throbbing deep inside and spilling come, rivulets of the thick substance dripping down the backs of Molly's thighs whenever Fjord eases out.
My mate.
He leaves scratches all up Molly's thighs as he manhandles him around, snarling into kisses. ]
Up.
[ He eases free long enough to wrap an arm around Molly and lift him toward the wooden headboard, nuzzling up his neck as he brackets him in and his dick rubs between slick cheeks to force his way back in, giving Molly the opportunity to sit back on his lap while supporting himself. ]
[ Scratches join the bruises, forgotten in the throes of passion and only adding to the pleasure, a lining of aches making it all so much raw and wanton. He's so full of Fjord and those sweet words, bitten and held down to take more come.
Up, Fjord then asks, and up Molly goes when he's lifted. It seems it was time to make more gouges in the headboard and the tiefling whines with pleasure and slight overwhelmment as that cock leaves him, even if briefly.
He immediately leans back to sink it inside himself again once prompted, so wet and sloppy that there's barely any friction at all until the last ridges are in. ]
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Fjord spreads him open like he's a delicious feast, and then that wonderful tongue is on him, sliding inside and teasing at the sensitive rim. He groans, steadying himself so he doesn't fall and then sings more in pleasure as he's eaten out like that.
Gods, he loves this man. ]
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Fjord was too good with his weak spots!
Molly swishes it with another shiver rushing up his spine, and then a finger is sliding into him, rim loosened slightly by that lovely tongue. He rocks back at it as soon as Fjord's finger is seated deep inside, lightly fucking himself on it ]
Oh yes, Fjord... you tease.
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Exactly how tired are you tonight?
[ The thick, blunt cockhead pressing against Molly's hole wants to be let in but doesn't force the issue as Fjord looms over Molly from behind. He rocks his hips, a dreamy sigh gusting over Molly's shoulder as the tip sinks in almost on second-thought, waiting there for permission to go further.
He did promise him sex on the furs, too. That's still on the cards. ]
I love you, let me make you feel good.
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Never too tired for your touch, Fjord...
[ Molly says, huskily and wanton as he feels that cock rub against him. Looking over his shoulder he grins, trying to steal a kiss and then pushing his body back, taking him further inside. His claws grind on the tiles and he gasps, filling himself with his lover. ]
I love you too... please make me feel feel good.
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I didn't mean to annoy you. [ He strokes Molly's cock at the tip, all around in the squeeze of his fist to keep him sensitive throughout the apology. Fjord finds a bruise to kiss. ] I just don't like seeing you hurt is all, love.
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The hand at his cock draws a moan out of him, and the tiefling's head lean back against that sturdy chest as he melts into the hold, purring at the kiss at a blackened bruise. ]
It's okay, love. Ah... I just... want you to know.
[ His tail curls around a green ankle. ]
Mmm... when... when we get home? You're all I need.
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There's no rush, not here where they take care of each other and have all the time in the world to revel in the drag of their bodies. ]
Love you.
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I love you, oh... so much.
[ Molly rolls his hips slightly, meeting those thrusts lazily and being surprisingly patient for once - which might have it's explanation in how hard he's worked today. He's soaking up the feeling and the touch, leaning his head a bit to the side so those kisses can travel higher. ]
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Missed having me right here? Or is it here?
[ It's his favourite search-and-rescue game with Molly's pleasure. ]
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Yes, yes... fuck, yes, right there!
[ It's a little different with their heights mismatched unlike in the bed, but damn if Molly doesn't love how Fjord looms over him like this, hiding him from the world until all that remains are them and the hot water raining down. ]
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[ He serves up solid thrusts to eke out more of that enchanting mewling, guiding Molly with a hand on his hip so they can both be responsible for the heights of pleasure they drive him to, Fjord's attention split to the way he strokes that sleek cock. Compared to the thickly ridged length that Molly takes so well, the tiefling's shaft is a pretty dark purple and smooth to the touch, bumps at the base resembling those of his tail.
Fjord groans as tight, soft walls stroke him from tip to base and traps Molly against the wall when his patience starts to run out. He never has much during the first round. ]
You feel so good, so fucking good ...
[ The grind keeps him buried to the hilt, rocking against a swollen prostate as he growls and runs his hands all over Molly's body, from thigh to cock and arms to chest, hugging him close while speared on his dick under a torrent of water, pinned there to be filled. The price of not doing so has his dick throbbing but Fjord is determined, kissing him over a shoulder. ]
I'm going to mate with you in our bed, not here. I need to slide out of you right now if you want that too, sweetheart.
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Molly can sense Fjord losing his patience, purring at the praise and digging his claws in a bit into that perfect ass as he expects to be filled. Fjord puts his hands all over him but stops, drawing a gasp from the tiefling.
I'm going to mate with you in our bed. That makes Molly quiver, overwhelmed and wanting. ]
Yes... please. I want that. Gods, you're amazing.
[ Moving is terrible, but he reaches to turn the shower off so that they have to. ]
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[ He drops his forehead to Molly's shoulder where he can take a few deep breaths so that some oxygen makes it to his hazy mind, then steadies him by the hips as he pulls out. His knees almost give out with a need to be back inside him but he clears his throat and reaches for the nearest towel to gets the worst of the dampness off, not bothering to touch his cock for fear of not being able to contain himself.
Slipping his hand into Molly's, he tugs him out of the bathroom to stumble bare-ass naked across to their bedroom, the amber lighting over a fur blanket an irresistible lure. If he wasn't so addled with lust he would care more about his erection bobbing heavy between his legs but the distance to privacy isn't far; he just has to look a little silly in front of Molly, and it isn't the first time. ]
When they say 'madly in love', this must be what it feels like.
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I'm always happy to be a little mad! Especially with love.
[ He's just as stupidly hard, cock bouncing funnily as he hurries to the bed and flops into it face-first. It introduces the bruise pain again but he doesn't care, too eager to keep fucking on this soft, fluffy fur. Curling his tail up over his back, he looks back at Fjord and then spreads those lavender cheeks to show the well-fucked hole. ]
Come on, love. I need you back.
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He crawls on top with a playful bounce at first, pretending to gnaw his way down Molly's neck and fight for possession of his hands, but once he has one trapped he guides his cock back inside that tight hole with barely a pause for Molly to re-adjust, breathing hard against the curly purple baby-hairs on his nape. A laugh beats out of Fjord as he gets his knees situated between Molly's and starts to move in slow, long strokes, remembering what Molly once said about liking it deep. ]
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Oh, Fjord...
[ The hot breath at his neck and the body above him is so perfect, and the deep stroke soon has him quivering and making those sweet, pleased sounds every time it rubs over his good spot. The feeling of the fur against his body at the same time just adds to how nice it all feels, and Molly once again forgets about all his bruises. ]
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Kiss me, love ...
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He turns his head hungrily at the mention of a kiss, knowing Fjord knows his body so well by now that he's not even worried about possibly knocking his horns into his lover. The kiss is heady and sweet in one, Molly's slim tongue slipping in for a taste as his lover keeps him so perfectly that it makes him whine into his mouth. ]
So good... fuck, Fjord, please...
[ He's not even sure what he's begging for. ]
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[ The breathless beat of his words over Molly's mouth chases the surging swing of his hips as they find their niche, moans dragged out of him while making love to his mate. It's not the rampant halforc need to fuck Molly silly and he doesn't miss that, because keeping all his wits about him is just as good, bodies shifting together as Molly takes his cock so well it brings tears to the corners of Fjord's eyes, swearing in a constant undertow of sensations.
His uncoordinated kisses paint along Molly's jaw, expertly avoiding a horn to drag the heat of his mouth down the pulse in a throat that blushes pink under his kisses. The need to come rises in steady waves and he squeezes the base of Molly's cock as he starts bucking harder, chasing an orgasm. ]
Come with me?
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The squeeze and the start of a chase to orgasm makes his toes curl, and the sweet question makes him whine clawing into the fur and wrapping his tail harder around his lover to keep him right where he wants him.
Another few strokes of his cock and Molly cries out, coming under Fjord with his hips grinding into the fur. ]
Yes... yes! Fill me.
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[ A sharp growl is cut off as Fjord starts to come on the heels of Molly's orgasm, pushing his waist down so hips rise up and he can force the entire length of his cock into that raw, wet hole, the slap of flesh almost as loud as his snarl when his cock pulses and throbs deep inside his mate, balls drawing up to empty his first load. Because he is mating and not just fucking his orgasm is almost cut off midway as his body refuses to finish and Fjord is forced to cover Molly from behind and continue moving, come dripping down the backs of lavender thighs as Fjord rails him into the soft furs, chasing the chance to come again. ]
Yes, yes, oh gods ...
[ His balls relent as his orgasm returns in a rush and he hooks an arm under one of Molly's knees to spread him further on the bed, grinding him full of slickness that pours inside again, hot and thick from the twitching cockhead stretching out Molly's navel with its shape. Fjord groans into Molly's shoulder, palming around to feel the way his cock gently distends his smaller lover's belly. His higher-tired thinking evaporates; that's him, he's with his mate, his wonderful mate who can take all his come. Molly's filling up with him. ]
I love you, I love you ...
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(If he could come again, he would, but the feeling is almost as good, making his head swim with bliss.)
The sensation of that big hand at his waist and the way his cockhead presses against it between his body is amazing and obscene and he loves it, loves that Fjord can ruin him with his dick and grind inside him so well that he's losing his mind. ]
I love you too. Gods, you're so big, so perfect. My... ah... my...
[ He smiles dazedly against the fur, face pushed into the pelt. He suddenly knows just what to say. ]
My mate.
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My mate.
He leaves scratches all up Molly's thighs as he manhandles him around, snarling into kisses. ]
Up.
[ He eases free long enough to wrap an arm around Molly and lift him toward the wooden headboard, nuzzling up his neck as he brackets him in and his dick rubs between slick cheeks to force his way back in, giving Molly the opportunity to sit back on his lap while supporting himself. ]
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Up, Fjord then asks, and up Molly goes when he's lifted. It seems it was time to make more gouges in the headboard and the tiefling whines with pleasure and slight overwhelmment as that cock leaves him, even if briefly.
He immediately leans back to sink it inside himself again once prompted, so wet and sloppy that there's barely any friction at all until the last ridges are in. ]
Gods!
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