Caleb ends up on his back on the bed, in trousers and shirtsleeves still. He makes a fine sight when he cleans up, even better now that he's looking all flushed. Molly climbs over him, likewise still mostly dressed, and settles gracefully in his lap. There's immediate evidence of Caleb's excitement and some very gratifying friction as he experimentally rolls his hips around.
"Does this work for you?"
"Oh, oh yes, this is very nice," Caleb says and strains upward, sounding almost impatient now.
Molly grins in the way that shows all his teeth. "You do look very pretty when you take care of yourself, Caleb," he rasps, just a bit of harshness to his words, none of the stopping power of a true Mockery. "I'm so glad to learn that you're such a pervert on the inside," he continues with the kind of nasty little chuckle that would have adventuous carnivalgoers shiver in mock-fear and fairly throw him their money. Caleb squirms under him, and his pupils visibly dilate. Oh, this is too good. Molly rocks his hips down to feel an already pretty substantial erection, a wicked impulse driving him. He won't go against his word and say something hurtful, but he can't resist having a bit of fun.
"Let's see," he hisses, still lazily grinding on Caleb's cock, "I'll need sword oil from the market, spare thread, and some boot polish. Rye bread from the bakery, and maybe those little syrup cakes they've got while I'm already there."
He pauses to admire his handiwork. Caleb is meeting his movements eagerly, his face flushed, pulse visibly jumping in his neck. "Don't stop," he enunciates, his hips arching off the bed and providing some very nice friction. Molly could get used to this.
"We still have hardtack...unfortunately, because it's disgusting. But we could use some more clean bandages. Fuck, Caleb, this is really doing it for you, isn't it?"
No answer but a moan, almost a sigh, really, but it's clear enough. That sound and the sight that goes with it make Molly rub himself through his pants, which should've come off much sooner, really. Easy enough to fix that. A bit of a balancing act, maybe, but he pulls it off with panache. He can be plenty intimidating when naked even when naked, no question. Caleb fumbles for his own buttons, then, so Molly helps along, gratified by how considerately those skinny hips lift for him.
When he settles down again it's skin-on-skin, Caleb's cock flushed ruddy but feeling just a little cool against Molly's own heat. He ruts down, gyrating slowly, and no part of the low raspy moan that follows is an act. He loves the lazy friction, the slide of flesh on flesh slicked by their mutual need, teasing both Caleb and himself with rolling, almost dancelike movements. His thighs tense every time he changes position.
"I- I need more incense. Parchment. Apples." He's talking about apples and it's making Caleb's dick twitch, this is absurd, this is amazing. The deep, self-satisfied laugh rumbling from his chest isn't fake, either. He's frotting in earnest now, rocking back and forth in pursuit of more, pauses to line up just right and finds the position that makes his toes curl every time he shifts. He's rapidly running out of shopping list items.
"Soap, salt, whetstones-" he looks down. Caleb is trembling underneath him, pupils blown, cock leaking onto his belly, mumbling "yes, yes" under his breath. A thread of fire flashes through Mollymauk and all of his poise and composure crumbles away and leaves nothing but bloodpounding lust behind.
"I control your body with nothing but my voice," he growls. The power goes to his head like raw alcohol and he leans down slowly, deliberately, hovering over Caleb, whose eyes track over his face, whatever he sees there making him moan again and tilt his head to the side invitingly. Molly stretches out over him until his mouth is right at Caleb's ear, his hips never ceasing their movement.
"You shake for me, you moan for me, and you will come for me when I say it. You're letting me do this to you and you're loving it."
The chest underneath his own is rising and falling rapidly, those quick hard breaths telling him that he's close, and Molly's right there alongside him. Just a bit more, his muscular thighs and ass bunching up as he grinds down hard, spurred on by the throbbing and the heady sense of power.
"Now, Caleb, come for me now," and he does, he does, Molly can feel every twitch as he spills and it makes fireworks flash and crackle in him to be the cause of it. He's rutting against that twitching cock, and as his own orgasm shoots through him the kind of sounds spill from him that he usually tries to hold back, growling like a thunderhead, hissing like steam. That he can let go like that for once ignites his pleasure past anything sensible. He comes so hard it steals his breath, pushed out of him as he pants into Caleb's neck.
They both stay there in a heated tangle of limbs for a few long reeling moments, and then Molly rolls off to give Caleb some space, ends up next to him in a gracelessly satisfied sprawl. He tilts his head over and watches him from underneath his eyelids.
It's a while until Caleb speaks, just as out of breath. "So," he starts, swallows, and starts again, "so how much of that was nonsense that you made up to amuse yourself?"
"Not all of it," Molly says with a fake air of primness, then gives a small smile as Caleb's hand comes to rest against his own, back-to-back, "but give me some credit. It's hard to come up with something like that on the fly.
"Oh, please, you have talk in you enough for the both of us," Caleb replies, sounding incredulous.
"We're a good fit, then," Molly says thoughtfully, and nearly bites his tongue off right after, the sex-haze honesty more dangerous than any devil's tongue.
After a silence-laden pause, Caleb's hand sneaks into his.
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there's fear and there's fear - Molly/Caleb (2/2)
Date: 2018-03-19 07:58 pm (UTC)Caleb ends up on his back on the bed, in trousers and shirtsleeves still. He makes a fine sight when he cleans up, even better now that he's looking all flushed. Molly climbs over him, likewise still mostly dressed, and settles gracefully in his lap. There's immediate evidence of Caleb's excitement and some very gratifying friction as he experimentally rolls his hips around.
"Does this work for you?"
"Oh, oh yes, this is very nice," Caleb says and strains upward, sounding almost impatient now.
Molly grins in the way that shows all his teeth. "You do look very pretty when you take care of yourself, Caleb," he rasps, just a bit of harshness to his words, none of the stopping power of a true Mockery. "I'm so glad to learn that you're such a pervert on the inside," he continues with the kind of nasty little chuckle that would have adventuous carnivalgoers shiver in mock-fear and fairly throw him their money. Caleb squirms under him, and his pupils visibly dilate. Oh, this is too good. Molly rocks his hips down to feel an already pretty substantial erection, a wicked impulse driving him. He won't go against his word and say something hurtful, but he can't resist having a bit of fun.
"Let's see," he hisses, still lazily grinding on Caleb's cock, "I'll need sword oil from the market, spare thread, and some boot polish. Rye bread from the bakery, and maybe those little syrup cakes they've got while I'm already there."
He pauses to admire his handiwork. Caleb is meeting his movements eagerly, his face flushed, pulse visibly jumping in his neck. "Don't stop," he enunciates, his hips arching off the bed and providing some very nice friction. Molly could get used to this.
"We still have hardtack...unfortunately, because it's disgusting. But we could use some more clean bandages. Fuck, Caleb, this is really doing it for you, isn't it?"
No answer but a moan, almost a sigh, really, but it's clear enough. That sound and the sight that goes with it make Molly rub himself through his pants, which should've come off much sooner, really. Easy enough to fix that. A bit of a balancing act, maybe, but he pulls it off with panache. He can be plenty intimidating when naked even when naked, no question. Caleb fumbles for his own buttons, then, so Molly helps along, gratified by how considerately those skinny hips lift for him.
When he settles down again it's skin-on-skin, Caleb's cock flushed ruddy but feeling just a little cool against Molly's own heat. He ruts down, gyrating slowly, and no part of the low raspy moan that follows is an act. He loves the lazy friction, the slide of flesh on flesh slicked by their mutual need, teasing both Caleb and himself with rolling, almost dancelike movements. His thighs tense every time he changes position.
"I- I need more incense. Parchment. Apples." He's talking about apples and it's making Caleb's dick twitch, this is absurd, this is amazing. The deep, self-satisfied laugh rumbling from his chest isn't fake, either. He's frotting in earnest now, rocking back and forth in pursuit of more, pauses to line up just right and finds the position that makes his toes curl every time he shifts. He's rapidly running out of shopping list items.
"Soap, salt, whetstones-" he looks down. Caleb is trembling underneath him, pupils blown, cock leaking onto his belly, mumbling "yes, yes" under his breath. A thread of fire flashes through Mollymauk and all of his poise and composure crumbles away and leaves nothing but bloodpounding lust behind.
"I control your body with nothing but my voice," he growls. The power goes to his head like raw alcohol and he leans down slowly, deliberately, hovering over Caleb, whose eyes track over his face, whatever he sees there making him moan again and tilt his head to the side invitingly. Molly stretches out over him until his mouth is right at Caleb's ear, his hips never ceasing their movement.
"You shake for me, you moan for me, and you will come for me when I say it. You're letting me do this to you and you're loving it."
The chest underneath his own is rising and falling rapidly, those quick hard breaths telling him that he's close, and Molly's right there alongside him. Just a bit more, his muscular thighs and ass bunching up as he grinds down hard, spurred on by the throbbing and the heady sense of power.
"Now, Caleb, come for me now," and he does, he does, Molly can feel every twitch as he spills and it makes fireworks flash and crackle in him to be the cause of it. He's rutting against that twitching cock, and as his own orgasm shoots through him the kind of sounds spill from him that he usually tries to hold back, growling like a thunderhead, hissing like steam. That he can let go like that for once ignites his pleasure past anything sensible. He comes so hard it steals his breath, pushed out of him as he pants into Caleb's neck.
They both stay there in a heated tangle of limbs for a few long reeling moments, and then Molly rolls off to give Caleb some space, ends up next to him in a gracelessly satisfied sprawl. He tilts his head over and watches him from underneath his eyelids.
It's a while until Caleb speaks, just as out of breath. "So," he starts, swallows, and starts again, "so how much of that was nonsense that you made up to amuse yourself?"
"Not all of it," Molly says with a fake air of primness, then gives a small smile as Caleb's hand comes to rest against his own, back-to-back, "but give me some credit. It's hard to come up with something like that on the fly.
"Oh, please, you have talk in you enough for the both of us," Caleb replies, sounding incredulous.
"We're a good fit, then," Molly says thoughtfully, and nearly bites his tongue off right after, the sex-haze honesty more dangerous than any devil's tongue.
After a silence-laden pause, Caleb's hand sneaks into his.