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The first point Mollymauk Tealeaf would make was that it was absolutely unintentional. The bedroom was not the battlefield, and he would never knowingly summon the forces that course through his veins to injure whomever he may be coupled (or throupled.. or quadroupled…) with at the time.

However, his second point would be that there are such things as happy accidents.

So if he were, say, especially excited for some reason- and any number of reasons sprang easily enough to mind: Desecrating storage closets; Staying hidden in the shadows of an alley as a patrol went by; Biting back a particularly threatening moan while the others slept soundly; Laces and Leathers and Straps and Toys and Outfits; The way Caleb grabbed his horns or how Essek lifted his tail just before…

Well.

Sometimes when he was excited, a small nip or love-bite might draw an extra little surprise along with a prick of his blood.

"Liebling, you are giving me cold kisses again."

And Molly would offer his sincerest apologies, as best he could while soothing the wound and urging that wanting mouth elsewhere- preferably downward. Preferably downward slowly while making luxurious stops at his nipples, though at this point he was far from complaining.

And while, after things were all said and done, there might be a snide remark or two.

"So in that moment, you were a true ice popsicle, no?" said with such a shit-eating grin that it almost made up for the groaningly terrible pun.

"I thought I heard somewhere that Zemnians don’t make jokes."

As it was, he could hardly hold a grudge against that mouth that had just made him cum so hard he saw stars. But then again…

"You know, I’m aware that heat and fire are a hard-no for you, love, but might you be interested in some colder temperature play in the future?"

Perhaps, after a small conversation, the next time would not be quite so unintentional, after all.