[He is fast and not just in pursuit of whatever it is he's chasing, either. Molly lets out a surprised oof noise and inhales steadily, trying to minimize the amount of breathing that comes from deep within that might draw attention to the fact that it didn't take much to get him hard. Normally, he wouldn't mind so much, but normally he'd like to think there's a bit more finesse to the art than and suddenly there is a person on top of me- okay we're doing this. The pollen in the air is not fucking around, but they're about to. And that's cool. That's fine. That's not the worst thing that's happened to him this week, and is actually a bloody improvement. He's into this.
So here he is, definitely hard, definitely not giving one shit that he is because gods, one leg is bent upwards, just barely scraping the edge of Peter's back while his toes and fingers dig into the grass. And he's being asked for permission to touch him. Molly barks a laugh, in spite of himself, and that puts any illusions about anything out to pasture.]
That is a question you never have to ask. [Gods know he never does... well, within reason, anyway. He doesn't just go around groping people like an asshole, but personal space invasion and hugs and kisses are just part of the Molly Experience. And just in case that wasn't clear enough, he adds, a bit breathy:] Yes.
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So here he is, definitely hard, definitely not giving one shit that he is because gods, one leg is bent upwards, just barely scraping the edge of Peter's back while his toes and fingers dig into the grass. And he's being asked for permission to touch him. Molly barks a laugh, in spite of himself, and that puts any illusions about anything out to pasture.]
That is a question you never have to ask. [Gods know he never does... well, within reason, anyway. He doesn't just go around groping people like an asshole, but personal space invasion and hugs and kisses are just part of the Molly Experience. And just in case that wasn't clear enough, he adds, a bit breathy:] Yes.