[Dorian's not expecting more than a fling with Molly, but he's going to milk this time with him for all it's worth. He knows, in the end, when they've had their fun and their fill, that the Tiefling will probably slip off into the night and he may never see him again. He hopes, that there's some way they can meet up again somewhere down the road because he's enjoyed his company a lot. And if Dorian is honest with himself, he doesn't really want to be alone again. But he's prepared to carry on as he has been.
But right now, he's not really thinking that far ahead. He's barely able to think about anything other than the beautiful work of art and skill beneath him, and those hands exploring all over his body. He groans softly into the kiss as his ass is grabbed and his hips pulled down to grind into the pair below him. He rolls his body, arching his spine as he thrusts slowly, pressing them firmly together to create friction. He can feel his body responding eagerly to the attentions and knows the other is well on his way where they're rutting together in that slow, heated rhythm, like a dance.
He pulls back slowly to break the kiss, breaths rasping as he peers down into those bright red eyes. One hand braced on the bed, while the other slips down Molly's thigh and slowly over a hip to his belly. He traces up and over his skin, following the marks of scars and ink, tracing lines back up the Tieflings throat to gently cup his face. He bows his head to kiss him again, tongues tangling in a mimicry of the night before he captures his bottom lip with a soft tug. He buries his head in the crook of Molly's throat to kiss and nip at the peacock feathers along with his pulse, tracing his way down to a collarbone to mirror the mark the other left on him. He pulls on the skin hard, sucking it up between his teeth where he'll worry it a little to raise the blood to the surface and cause a pleasurable sting before letting go with an audible pop.
All the while he's still rolling and rocking his hips into the other, feeling him harden against his body. That hand on Molly's face caresses angled features, sweeping back to play along a pointed and pierced ear before moving up into his hairline and along one of his horns. He's tempted to roll them over, let Molly top him in whichever way he desires. Though he'd be happy to bury himself in the Tiefling like he had the night before.]
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But right now, he's not really thinking that far ahead. He's barely able to think about anything other than the beautiful work of art and skill beneath him, and those hands exploring all over his body. He groans softly into the kiss as his ass is grabbed and his hips pulled down to grind into the pair below him. He rolls his body, arching his spine as he thrusts slowly, pressing them firmly together to create friction. He can feel his body responding eagerly to the attentions and knows the other is well on his way where they're rutting together in that slow, heated rhythm, like a dance.
He pulls back slowly to break the kiss, breaths rasping as he peers down into those bright red eyes. One hand braced on the bed, while the other slips down Molly's thigh and slowly over a hip to his belly. He traces up and over his skin, following the marks of scars and ink, tracing lines back up the Tieflings throat to gently cup his face. He bows his head to kiss him again, tongues tangling in a mimicry of the night before he captures his bottom lip with a soft tug. He buries his head in the crook of Molly's throat to kiss and nip at the peacock feathers along with his pulse, tracing his way down to a collarbone to mirror the mark the other left on him. He pulls on the skin hard, sucking it up between his teeth where he'll worry it a little to raise the blood to the surface and cause a pleasurable sting before letting go with an audible pop.
All the while he's still rolling and rocking his hips into the other, feeling him harden against his body. That hand on Molly's face caresses angled features, sweeping back to play along a pointed and pierced ear before moving up into his hairline and along one of his horns. He's tempted to roll them over, let Molly top him in whichever way he desires. Though he'd be happy to bury himself in the Tiefling like he had the night before.]