[ the way dorian touches him and ruts down against him with such reckless abandon makes molly feel dirty. his legs fall open wider still, his whole body on display for the bard, ready for him to take as he likes. but even still, with all of him offered on a platter, dorian is still kind, still patient and even. his touch is soft and affectionate, making molly's eyes flutter closed while a deep blush settles over his cheeks.
dorian could do the filthiest things to him and it wouldn't make him feel like this.
he exhales slowly, trying to keep himself from smiling too wide, but before he can school his expression back into something sultry, dorian is catching his neck between teeth. a moan slips through molly's lips, a little louder than he intends. gods above, he has the tiefling wrapped around his finger, but he can't let it show. the burn on his lips of dorian's kiss is still lingering, as is the way his hands feel like fire on his body, until it coalesces with a hand on his horn, and that's when molly's red eyes fall open once more.
an idea occurs to him, and he smiles through deep breaths.
molly gently pushes at dorian's chest until they sit up together, then molly helps the bard shed the last of his clothing and lay back underneath him. perched atop dorian's hips, molly settles comfortably, and allows himself to take in the gorgeous view underneath him. his smile settles into something a little hungry, a little needy. ]
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dorian could do the filthiest things to him and it wouldn't make him feel like this.
he exhales slowly, trying to keep himself from smiling too wide, but before he can school his expression back into something sultry, dorian is catching his neck between teeth. a moan slips through molly's lips, a little louder than he intends. gods above, he has the tiefling wrapped around his finger, but he can't let it show. the burn on his lips of dorian's kiss is still lingering, as is the way his hands feel like fire on his body, until it coalesces with a hand on his horn, and that's when molly's red eyes fall open once more.
an idea occurs to him, and he smiles through deep breaths.
molly gently pushes at dorian's chest until they sit up together, then molly helps the bard shed the last of his clothing and lay back underneath him. perched atop dorian's hips, molly settles comfortably, and allows himself to take in the gorgeous view underneath him. his smile settles into something a little hungry, a little needy. ]
... i could stare at you all day, you know.