His belly tenses and lurches under the drag of those nails and he gives a soft, pleasured gasp. His own fingers spread out and down Molly's throat, tracing scars and over his collar bone. One hand stops over his heart, digging his fingers in as the Teifling starts to move again. He feels it pulse and thrum against his palm, while the other drifts down to his belly, feeling it undulate and move under the skin as he rolls like the waves on the ocean. But when he starts to bounce those hands drop to his thighs, gripping tight as he is practically pinned so the other can ride him rough, hard, and fast. His breaths fall off his lips with raspy moans, his whole body flushed warm with his arousal and glistening with sweat.
It's perfection, he's hypnotized, eyes following every perfect angle and curve as the other writhes and fucks himself on his cock. He watches every ounce of the ecstasy on his face, watches the way that enticing cock jumps and bounces off his stomach. It's intoxicating; it takes his breath away and all he can do is arch and try to angle his hips as the other absolutely dominates him, using his body to reach his climax. He feels fucking amazing and absolutely filthy, but it's freeing and heady.
He remembers this feeling, as their bodies are wound up tight, that electric and fire, whirling in his abdomen threatening to explode. He remembers having the Tiefling bent over the bed and slamming into him till he was crying out his name, begging him not to stop. He remembers feeling his body tighten around him but those fingers digging into his hip, his tail squeezing his forearm as he was ordered to keep going. He found out then that Molly was naturally blessed with not one, but two orgasms. And this time he feels it coming sees the way Molly's body tenses as he guides his cock down. He feels it hit him like electricity, shaking his body and feeling him clench hard down on his cock. His breath is caught in his throat, jaw tensing with a grunt of discomfort and pleasure rolled into one. The warm splash of come across his skin, he squeezes his eyes shut tight, feeling how agonizingly close he is.
Molly keeps rocking and grinding down on him hard and his hands splay back to grab his ass and spread him out, moving with his bouncing so as not to hinder his ministrations. It's not long after that firmly bundled and frustrating pressure is finally at its peak. He hits his climax hard, hips slamming up and stuttering into that nearly painfully tight velvet grip around him. He spills himself inside the Tiefling with a broken cry, back arching off the bed and head flying back as his toes curl. It shoots through him, causing his body to shudder and quake and behind his eyelids, he sees stars before it all clouds out white.
molly slowly comes down from the first orgasm, though he never truly relaxes until the second one. his attention is only diverted from taking what he can by the way dorian looks when he comes. it's a beautiful sight, one he'd been deprived of the night before, and he takes the moment now, drinking it in with a shameless gaze. dorian's face is beautiful as he reaches climax, so molly cradles it gently, smiling down at him with all the affection he can muster. he'd let himself linger in that moment longer, but it occurs to him in a fleeting moment that he's not supposed to have feelings for dorian, and so he's sure to avert his eyes as dorian's open.
"perfect," he purrs out instead, opting for praise as he keeps his hips moving in shallow, slow rolls. "that was so good, dorian, you came so nicely for me. your come feels so good in me." between his words are ragged gasps, desperate little whines for air and in pleasure. he lowers himself again so he can be close to dorian, sinking sharp teeth into the skin of his neck as he rolls between them without stopping. he wants to chase that second orgasm, to make a mess of them both, so one hand reaches between them to start touching himself. his own come serves as a proper lubricant, and the moment he begins to stroke, his cock starts to leak more and more, building him up for his second.
having dorian come inside him hadn't been what he was expecting, but it felt too good to complain. he uses that warmth inside him now to spur him on further, to keep taking from the genasi below him, using his body as his own means to an end.
Dorian pulls in his bottom lip to worry as Molly keeps moving, his cock oversensitive but still hard. The praise feels better than he likes to admit and all he can manage in that moment is a soft nod and Mmm-hmmn~ in agreement. He's still feeling a little guilty for giving it up so soon when Molly hasn't come close to his second climax.
"S-sorry. I'll--I'll have to work on my control, for next time." Because by gods he hopes there's a next time. They've already been unable to keep their hands off each other for round two, and he wants to get better. Wants to see more of Mollymauk Tealeaf. Wants to experience all the other can show him. And it certainly has nothing to do with the warm feelings bubbling up in his chest after that orgasm. It's just the euphoria and absolute thirst talking.
Thank fuck Molly distracts him as he leans down close once more, this time sinking his sharp teeth into his neck. His whole body is still aflame with his orgasm and just that little makes him gasp and arch under the other. He wraps his arms around the Tiefling to just hold on for dear life. His fingers spread out along his spine and drag his nails down his back. He shifts ever-so-slightly under the other to angle his hips and thrust up once more with the rock of the Teifling's own. One hand once again slid down to find the base of that whip-like tail. This time he strokes it and massages at the base before wrapping his fingers around it like it was Molly's cock. He grips it firmly and gives it a little lift as he keeps fucking up into the other in an attempt to hit his prostate and help him reach his second climax.
molly registers dorian spoke, but his words don't click. he's too deep in it now, even through dorian softening inside him. eventually, he stills his hips' movements until he's sitting back on his cock, all of his focus now on pumping himself to his second finish. it doesn't take long-- with a beautiful man like dorian underneath him and that whispered little command, molly cries out, one quiet little sob, and he's coming a second time, adding to the sticky, wet mess between them. it decorates them both, turning purple and blue skin into a painted masterpiece.
after a moment to catch his breath, molly lifts just one more time, enough for dorian to slide out of him, and then settles in his lap again. he forgets about his own orgasm for a moment, the hand on dorian's cheek pressing closer still.
"dorian," he murmurs quietly, his expression softening. "don't ever apologize for that. i want you to enjoy sex with me so much that you can't help but fill me as soon as you can. you did perfectly, and i have no doubt that next time will be just as perfect as this one. okay? it was great. really great."
molly tips dorian's head back enough that he can kiss him, softly, and with affection instead of lust. he knows having feelings is... probably not the best thing for him right now, but maybe he can enjoy this while it lasts.
"now. where was i?" he purrs lowly, his tail flicking to and fro with interest. molly reaches back to grip his ass cheek, pulling it aside to allow what dorian had given him to slide out of his hole, slowly. it's a warm, strange feeling, but when it does begin to drip, landing on dorian's softening cock, molly hopes it'll drag those beautiful noises from him a second time.
"can't you feel that? what a good job you did for me?"
As the other sits back, his fingers follow the length of that tail to wind it around in his grip and let it squeeze his forearm. His free hand rests on Molly's thigh, watching intently as the Tiefling furiously strokes himself to climax. He takes in every beautiful moment of his orgasm, watching it ripple through his entire body and how it's painted on his face. His hand moves off his thigh to press to his stomach, feeling it lurch and undulate as he spills every last drop between them, and all over him, leaving a mess on his torso and pooling in the valleys of his lithe frame. He'll be committing that scene to memory for a long, long time and likely get off to it when he's alone and horny.
He tips his cheek into the affectionate palm when Molly touches his face and kisses the warm skin. His brow furrows softly with a grunt as the other slides off of his weeping member. He'll smile against Molly's hand at the encouraging words, head still swimming in euphoria but slowly coming down and settling into a warm, fuzzy lethargy. Still, as the other kisses him, he'll kiss in kind, mirroring the gentle passion and feeling his chest swell and flutter with something other than lust. Later he'll blame it on the blissed-out state of his brain. For now, though, he winds his arms around him once more to spread his hands all over every inch of his body in affectionate touches and a loving embrace.
He's surprised when the Tiefling reaches back to stretch himself, unsure at first until he feels the warm drip of his load against that oversensitive length. He hums softly with approval and nods, hands moving to stroke down Molly's thighs then back up around his hips to curl fingertips against the top of his ass. He just can't get enough of touching all over the Tiefling, so completely tactile as he rides the passionate high.
"We should probably hop in a nice warm bath soon. But I don't feel like moving at the moment." He'll lean up to pepper kisses along Molly's jaw and down his throat, across his clavicles, and back to his lips.
"I'd spend all day in this bed with you if you'd let me."
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It's perfection, he's hypnotized, eyes following every perfect angle and curve as the other writhes and fucks himself on his cock. He watches every ounce of the ecstasy on his face, watches the way that enticing cock jumps and bounces off his stomach. It's intoxicating; it takes his breath away and all he can do is arch and try to angle his hips as the other absolutely dominates him, using his body to reach his climax. He feels fucking amazing and absolutely filthy, but it's freeing and heady.
He remembers this feeling, as their bodies are wound up tight, that electric and fire, whirling in his abdomen threatening to explode. He remembers having the Tiefling bent over the bed and slamming into him till he was crying out his name, begging him not to stop. He remembers feeling his body tighten around him but those fingers digging into his hip, his tail squeezing his forearm as he was ordered to keep going. He found out then that Molly was naturally blessed with not one, but two orgasms. And this time he feels it coming sees the way Molly's body tenses as he guides his cock down. He feels it hit him like electricity, shaking his body and feeling him clench hard down on his cock. His breath is caught in his throat, jaw tensing with a grunt of discomfort and pleasure rolled into one. The warm splash of come across his skin, he squeezes his eyes shut tight, feeling how agonizingly close he is.
Molly keeps rocking and grinding down on him hard and his hands splay back to grab his ass and spread him out, moving with his bouncing so as not to hinder his ministrations. It's not long after that firmly bundled and frustrating pressure is finally at its peak. He hits his climax hard, hips slamming up and stuttering into that nearly painfully tight velvet grip around him. He spills himself inside the Tiefling with a broken cry, back arching off the bed and head flying back as his toes curl. It shoots through him, causing his body to shudder and quake and behind his eyelids, he sees stars before it all clouds out white.
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"perfect," he purrs out instead, opting for praise as he keeps his hips moving in shallow, slow rolls. "that was so good, dorian, you came so nicely for me. your come feels so good in me." between his words are ragged gasps, desperate little whines for air and in pleasure. he lowers himself again so he can be close to dorian, sinking sharp teeth into the skin of his neck as he rolls between them without stopping. he wants to chase that second orgasm, to make a mess of them both, so one hand reaches between them to start touching himself. his own come serves as a proper lubricant, and the moment he begins to stroke, his cock starts to leak more and more, building him up for his second.
having dorian come inside him hadn't been what he was expecting, but it felt too good to complain. he uses that warmth inside him now to spur him on further, to keep taking from the genasi below him, using his body as his own means to an end.
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"S-sorry. I'll--I'll have to work on my control, for next time." Because by gods he hopes there's a next time. They've already been unable to keep their hands off each other for round two, and he wants to get better. Wants to see more of Mollymauk Tealeaf. Wants to experience all the other can show him. And it certainly has nothing to do with the warm feelings bubbling up in his chest after that orgasm. It's just the euphoria and absolute thirst talking.
Thank fuck Molly distracts him as he leans down close once more, this time sinking his sharp teeth into his neck. His whole body is still aflame with his orgasm and just that little makes him gasp and arch under the other. He wraps his arms around the Tiefling to just hold on for dear life. His fingers spread out along his spine and drag his nails down his back. He shifts ever-so-slightly under the other to angle his hips and thrust up once more with the rock of the Teifling's own. One hand once again slid down to find the base of that whip-like tail. This time he strokes it and massages at the base before wrapping his fingers around it like it was Molly's cock. He grips it firmly and gives it a little lift as he keeps fucking up into the other in an attempt to hit his prostate and help him reach his second climax.
"Come for me."
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after a moment to catch his breath, molly lifts just one more time, enough for dorian to slide out of him, and then settles in his lap again. he forgets about his own orgasm for a moment, the hand on dorian's cheek pressing closer still.
"dorian," he murmurs quietly, his expression softening. "don't ever apologize for that. i want you to enjoy sex with me so much that you can't help but fill me as soon as you can. you did perfectly, and i have no doubt that next time will be just as perfect as this one. okay? it was great. really great."
molly tips dorian's head back enough that he can kiss him, softly, and with affection instead of lust. he knows having feelings is... probably not the best thing for him right now, but maybe he can enjoy this while it lasts.
"now. where was i?" he purrs lowly, his tail flicking to and fro with interest. molly reaches back to grip his ass cheek, pulling it aside to allow what dorian had given him to slide out of his hole, slowly. it's a warm, strange feeling, but when it does begin to drip, landing on dorian's softening cock, molly hopes it'll drag those beautiful noises from him a second time.
"can't you feel that? what a good job you did for me?"
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He tips his cheek into the affectionate palm when Molly touches his face and kisses the warm skin. His brow furrows softly with a grunt as the other slides off of his weeping member. He'll smile against Molly's hand at the encouraging words, head still swimming in euphoria but slowly coming down and settling into a warm, fuzzy lethargy. Still, as the other kisses him, he'll kiss in kind, mirroring the gentle passion and feeling his chest swell and flutter with something other than lust. Later he'll blame it on the blissed-out state of his brain. For now, though, he winds his arms around him once more to spread his hands all over every inch of his body in affectionate touches and a loving embrace.
He's surprised when the Tiefling reaches back to stretch himself, unsure at first until he feels the warm drip of his load against that oversensitive length. He hums softly with approval and nods, hands moving to stroke down Molly's thighs then back up around his hips to curl fingertips against the top of his ass. He just can't get enough of touching all over the Tiefling, so completely tactile as he rides the passionate high.
"We should probably hop in a nice warm bath soon. But I don't feel like moving at the moment." He'll lean up to pepper kisses along Molly's jaw and down his throat, across his clavicles, and back to his lips.
"I'd spend all day in this bed with you if you'd let me."