Dorian's eyes flutter closed as Molly presses his thumb in against his tongue and he'll slide his lips around the digit, hollowing his cheeks and teasing all the while. One hand still pumps his cock and he'll only crack open a heated eye when Molly free's their fingers from where they were entwined. Once his lips are freed as well he'll just lay there, taking in the look of the other flushed and hungry, looking sexy as hell.
His hand stops its stroking to reach for those hips once more, feeling the Teifling take his own cock in hand and guide it to his slick hole. He worries his bottom lip at first but feels his cockhead breach the tight pucker, quickly sliding into that velvet heat. He groans, lips parting and chin tipping back as his belly lurches from the pleasure. He manages to keep his hips still, but his fingers dig into Molly's as he's sheathed, achingly slow. He spreads his fingers out, splaying his palms down over that firm ass to grab great handfuls and spread him out just a little more to push another inch deep into him so he's truly seated at the root.
They share a few raspy, short breathes before his hands are moving again, traversing the length of his spine and up into the mess of wavy purple locks. He'll lean up a little as he pulls the Teifling down into a sloppy, desperate but passionate kiss. He kisses him till his lungs burn, breaking with a gasp. One hand finds the base of his tail, fingers straddling it as he rolls his hips up in slow, deep fluid thrusts. His crystal blue eyes are locked on those heated reds, cupping Molly's cheek as they slowly fuck.
molly's jaw is slack, his mouth forming a perfect oh as he's felt up, massaged, pampered by dorian. the bard knows exactly where to put his hands to cradle molly in his arms, and the way he straddles molly's tail with his fingers is so erotic in a way he's not sure that dorian is even aware of. it flicks under dorian's hand, twitching upward and holding itself high so he can take his cock deeper still. the bard rolls up into him while he pulls molly down, and the sensations of being so full, stretched just a touch wider than he would normally like, and being so close to dorian makes molly's heart begin to swell in his chest.
he has a flash of an instinct to stay pressed close, and it's in that moment that dorian kisses him. behind molly's closed eyes, he sees fireworks, blooming flowers, bursts of orange and red and purple that consume his emotions and threaten to spill over. the pleasure blossoming in his hips makes it nearly overwhelming, so to help ease it, he lifts his hips up against dorian's press. the pressure feels even better, being held so firmly on dorian's hands... it's safe.
they part, but just enough to breathe, and molly's eyes flutter open. one hand takes dorian's cheek, nails gently scraping down his skin. his voice is nearly a whisper when he manages to say dorian's name, a soft, needy little d-dorian, and with just that silent request for more, molly begins to move. against dorian, molly rolls his hips instead of bouncing them, pulling him deeper and deeper with each fluid roll.
molly suddenly can't stand the idea of being away from dorian, so he drops himself flat against his chest, kissing him again with even more depth than he thought he was capable of. every push of dorian's cock into his body makes him gasp, makes him moan, until the room is full of the sound of skin pressing against skin, of molly's whines into dorian's lips.
the night before, molly remembers clearly being bent over the bed, his tail wrapped around an arm while he's railed into the bed. he remembers spreading his legs as wide as he could, he remembers coming untouched all over the floor.
this is nothing like that.
"dorian," he says again, his eyes widening a little. "please don't stop."
"Mmn-Molly~" Is echoed. It's a sweet, breathless, and desperate thing, each moan pulled from him has a soft, sultry uptick at the end, singing and slutty. Almost effeminate and high, compared to the low, primal grunts and groans other men have likely made while plowing the Tiefling till he couldn't see straight. It's vulnerable and soulful, pulled from deep within his chest as they move in perfect tandem and sync. It's affectionate and raw, more like making love than just fucking as their heated bodies become slick with sweat and he holds the other close.
His fingers dig in to Molly's skin at the base of his spine, hand moving with the roll of those hips as his own arch up to meet them, spearing himself deep and thick. As he pulls out, it's barely a few inches before he's sheathing himself again and it feels fucking amazing, Mollymauk is perfect in every way, with the way his body clutches him tight and slides around him, muscles massaging his aching length.
With the desperate plea, he nearly comes then and there, snapping his hips harder and faster. His hand untangles itself from where he was cradling the back of Molly's head to have it join the other, gripping a hip to push Molly down as he slams his hips up into the other. Now, now he's making more guttural noises, hisses, and snarls behind clenched teeth as he works. His lips part to pant, heavy and hard, back arching as he puts his whole body into undulating and pounding Molly from below, even with his weight fully on him.
It's not enough and his hands walk themselves up the Tiefling's body to push him up and off of him. He slows his fucking to a soft roll once more, bringing them both back from the brink of exhaustion and climax to make it last. He guides the other to sit up, cupping his face and brushing a thumb over his cheek.
"I need to see you. Show me. Let me watch you ride me till you're seeing stars. I want to see it when you come." Every few words are broken up between heavy panting as he pleads with the other to ride him hard.
those soft rolls of molly's hips seem to do the trick, because before long, dorian is taking control and holding molly to his chest while he pounds into him. those hands on his hips feel claiming and controlling in a way that only serves to make him feel dirtier still. dorian's hand leaves his hair, so molly throws his head back, filling the room with his moans and whines. each thrust breaks up the sound, creating a melody of ah-- ah-- ah-- that molly sings.
dorian's hands move along molly's body, and the sensations pulse through him and make him arch into every little touch. it heightens the whole experience, having hands on him, and he doesn't think twice to sit up when encouraged to. his forehead is shiny with sweat, his hair mussed and tousled from sex, while his hands splay out low on dorian's stomach. nails dig playfully into his skin, scratching where he can, and a smile spreads over his face as he joyfully receives the pleasure dorian gives.
at his request, molly pauses his ministrations to listen, and that excited smile only turns more sultry. riding is what he does best, so molly slides hands to dorian's hipbones, and shows off what his body can do. a flat stomach arches back as he begins to roll his hips, similarly to how he started, but it isn't long before it evolves into bouncing. molly fucks himself hard and fast on dorian's cock, the thick stretching filling him as deeply as he yearns to be. still, it's never enough, even as he massages hard against that spot in molly's body. he chases that feeling, that lightning strike of warm pleasure that pools deep in molly's hips, hoping that before long it'll boil over--
and just the thought of it, the idea of covering dorian's body in his own come, that's enough to do it. molly steadies his cock with one hand, then seats himself fully, giving smaller, shallower bounces to ride out an orgasm that hits him like a wave. his jaw goes slack but no noise escapes, catching in his throat while fireworks explode behind his eyes. molly's cock pulses, sending wave after wave of come over dorian's skin, complimenting sky blue with white. still in the throes of his peaking pleasure, molly doesn't stop, once again picking up the pace of his thrusts. his cock continues to leak, thicker now than it was, so he can reach that second peak. his breath is panting, deep and heavy, while hands grip onto whatever part of dorian he can reach like an anchor.
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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His hand stops its stroking to reach for those hips once more, feeling the Teifling take his own cock in hand and guide it to his slick hole. He worries his bottom lip at first but feels his cockhead breach the tight pucker, quickly sliding into that velvet heat. He groans, lips parting and chin tipping back as his belly lurches from the pleasure. He manages to keep his hips still, but his fingers dig into Molly's as he's sheathed, achingly slow. He spreads his fingers out, splaying his palms down over that firm ass to grab great handfuls and spread him out just a little more to push another inch deep into him so he's truly seated at the root.
They share a few raspy, short breathes before his hands are moving again, traversing the length of his spine and up into the mess of wavy purple locks. He'll lean up a little as he pulls the Teifling down into a sloppy, desperate but passionate kiss. He kisses him till his lungs burn, breaking with a gasp. One hand finds the base of his tail, fingers straddling it as he rolls his hips up in slow, deep fluid thrusts. His crystal blue eyes are locked on those heated reds, cupping Molly's cheek as they slowly fuck.
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he has a flash of an instinct to stay pressed close, and it's in that moment that dorian kisses him. behind molly's closed eyes, he sees fireworks, blooming flowers, bursts of orange and red and purple that consume his emotions and threaten to spill over. the pleasure blossoming in his hips makes it nearly overwhelming, so to help ease it, he lifts his hips up against dorian's press. the pressure feels even better, being held so firmly on dorian's hands... it's safe.
they part, but just enough to breathe, and molly's eyes flutter open. one hand takes dorian's cheek, nails gently scraping down his skin. his voice is nearly a whisper when he manages to say dorian's name, a soft, needy little d-dorian, and with just that silent request for more, molly begins to move. against dorian, molly rolls his hips instead of bouncing them, pulling him deeper and deeper with each fluid roll.
molly suddenly can't stand the idea of being away from dorian, so he drops himself flat against his chest, kissing him again with even more depth than he thought he was capable of. every push of dorian's cock into his body makes him gasp, makes him moan, until the room is full of the sound of skin pressing against skin, of molly's whines into dorian's lips.
the night before, molly remembers clearly being bent over the bed, his tail wrapped around an arm while he's railed into the bed. he remembers spreading his legs as wide as he could, he remembers coming untouched all over the floor.
this is nothing like that.
"dorian," he says again, his eyes widening a little. "please don't stop."
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His fingers dig in to Molly's skin at the base of his spine, hand moving with the roll of those hips as his own arch up to meet them, spearing himself deep and thick. As he pulls out, it's barely a few inches before he's sheathing himself again and it feels fucking amazing, Mollymauk is perfect in every way, with the way his body clutches him tight and slides around him, muscles massaging his aching length.
With the desperate plea, he nearly comes then and there, snapping his hips harder and faster. His hand untangles itself from where he was cradling the back of Molly's head to have it join the other, gripping a hip to push Molly down as he slams his hips up into the other. Now, now he's making more guttural noises, hisses, and snarls behind clenched teeth as he works. His lips part to pant, heavy and hard, back arching as he puts his whole body into undulating and pounding Molly from below, even with his weight fully on him.
It's not enough and his hands walk themselves up the Tiefling's body to push him up and off of him. He slows his fucking to a soft roll once more, bringing them both back from the brink of exhaustion and climax to make it last. He guides the other to sit up, cupping his face and brushing a thumb over his cheek.
"I need to see you. Show me. Let me watch you ride me till you're seeing stars. I want to see it when you come." Every few words are broken up between heavy panting as he pleads with the other to ride him hard.
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dorian's hands move along molly's body, and the sensations pulse through him and make him arch into every little touch. it heightens the whole experience, having hands on him, and he doesn't think twice to sit up when encouraged to. his forehead is shiny with sweat, his hair mussed and tousled from sex, while his hands splay out low on dorian's stomach. nails dig playfully into his skin, scratching where he can, and a smile spreads over his face as he joyfully receives the pleasure dorian gives.
at his request, molly pauses his ministrations to listen, and that excited smile only turns more sultry. riding is what he does best, so molly slides hands to dorian's hipbones, and shows off what his body can do. a flat stomach arches back as he begins to roll his hips, similarly to how he started, but it isn't long before it evolves into bouncing. molly fucks himself hard and fast on dorian's cock, the thick stretching filling him as deeply as he yearns to be. still, it's never enough, even as he massages hard against that spot in molly's body. he chases that feeling, that lightning strike of warm pleasure that pools deep in molly's hips, hoping that before long it'll boil over--
and just the thought of it, the idea of covering dorian's body in his own come, that's enough to do it. molly steadies his cock with one hand, then seats himself fully, giving smaller, shallower bounces to ride out an orgasm that hits him like a wave. his jaw goes slack but no noise escapes, catching in his throat while fireworks explode behind his eyes. molly's cock pulses, sending wave after wave of come over dorian's skin, complimenting sky blue with white. still in the throes of his peaking pleasure, molly doesn't stop, once again picking up the pace of his thrusts. his cock continues to leak, thicker now than it was, so he can reach that second peak. his breath is panting, deep and heavy, while hands grip onto whatever part of dorian he can reach like an anchor.
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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."