Immediately, he heard the faint sound of the candle being set down on the bedside table, a puff of air to blow out the flame. Then Caleb was moving to untie the ropes, thankfully starting with the ones at the ankles. “Are you all right?” Molly heard him ask. “What’s, what is the matter?”
“Nothing serious,” Molly hastened to say, knowing the pain in his voice made that sound like a lie. “Just—” He hissed as his leg reflexively tried to curl under him. “Leg cramp.”
He heard Caleb let out a sigh of relief. He immediately moved to gently, carefully, try and straighten Molly’s leg out. It still hurt like hell, and Molly let out a frustrated whine as his muscles protested. Caleb shushed him gently, reached back to pet his hair. “I know, I know it hurts. But I need to work it out, you know that. Here.” With a few deft, quick motions, he untied one of Molly’s wrists. “Squeeze my arm. Swear as much as you like.”
Molly did so, spitting out a few curses in Infernal as Caleb started to massage his protesting muscles. But his hands were warm from the candle, his fingers were deft and careful and gentle. After what was probably only a minute or two even if it felt like a minor eternity, the pins and needles and pain faded and Molly remembered how to relax. He slumped back against the pillows, panting, as Caleb moved to get his other wrist free.
“’m fine,” he mumbled. “It was just that one.”
“I need to be sure,” Caleb said, in a tone of voice that brooked no disobedience. Then, with a note of wry amusement: “The candle will still be there when I am finished.”
Molly pouted but did not protest as Caleb started to gently massage first one arm, then the other, and finally his other leg. The massage felt far too nice to protest, the care behind it felt even nicer. “I think that fall from this morning just hit me harder than I thought,” he finally said.
He heard Caleb chuckle lightly. “It would be no more than you deserved,” he said, his voice warm and fond. “Practicing your circus tricks without Yasha there to catch you.”
“Fuck you!” Molly laughed, reaching out to try and swat Caleb on the shoulder without removing his blindfold first. He was proud of himself for managing to hit his arm instead. “You’re terrible.”
Caleb caught his hand before he could pull it away and…oh. Oh. Molly’s breath hitched, then left him as a long, shuddering sigh when he felt Caleb’s tongue tracing his fingers in just the most obscenely deliberate fashion. “I learned from the best,” his lover murmured, pressing a kiss to Molly’s palm. And then: “Well, the ropes will still be there for next time, too.”
“Yeah.” Much as Molly was loathe to admit it, he could rationally admit that keeping him tied when one leg had already put up a fuss was probably not the greatest idea. He finally thought to lift his hand and slip the blindfold off, the better to look up at Caleb and smile. “Well. I’m sure we can think up some other ways to have fun.” Almost unconsciously, he found his fingers reaching down to toy with the leash and collar that graced his throat on nights like these.
Caleb’s gaze was drawn to it as if by a winch, and Molly laughed as the wizard reached out to grab it and tug him nearer by it – gentle but firm, as so much of his style of control was nowadays. Molly wound up laying languidly between Caleb’s spread legs, braced on an elbow, his legs stretched out easily behind him.
“And what did you have in mind, pet?” Caleb asked, low and breathless with want, his pupils blown wide in his pretty blue eyes, reaching out to stroke his thumb ever so tenderly down Molly’s cheek.
Molly licked his lips and smiled adoringly up at his love. “I’m glad you asked,” he chirped, then bent his head to take Caleb’s cock in his mouth, guided happily by the tug of the leash.
Ask Me No Questions, I'll Tell You No Lies (9/9)
“Nothing serious,” Molly hastened to say, knowing the pain in his voice made that sound like a lie. “Just—” He hissed as his leg reflexively tried to curl under him. “Leg cramp.”
He heard Caleb let out a sigh of relief. He immediately moved to gently, carefully, try and straighten Molly’s leg out. It still hurt like hell, and Molly let out a frustrated whine as his muscles protested. Caleb shushed him gently, reached back to pet his hair. “I know, I know it hurts. But I need to work it out, you know that. Here.” With a few deft, quick motions, he untied one of Molly’s wrists. “Squeeze my arm. Swear as much as you like.”
Molly did so, spitting out a few curses in Infernal as Caleb started to massage his protesting muscles. But his hands were warm from the candle, his fingers were deft and careful and gentle. After what was probably only a minute or two even if it felt like a minor eternity, the pins and needles and pain faded and Molly remembered how to relax. He slumped back against the pillows, panting, as Caleb moved to get his other wrist free.
“’m fine,” he mumbled. “It was just that one.”
“I need to be sure,” Caleb said, in a tone of voice that brooked no disobedience. Then, with a note of wry amusement: “The candle will still be there when I am finished.”
Molly pouted but did not protest as Caleb started to gently massage first one arm, then the other, and finally his other leg. The massage felt far too nice to protest, the care behind it felt even nicer. “I think that fall from this morning just hit me harder than I thought,” he finally said.
He heard Caleb chuckle lightly. “It would be no more than you deserved,” he said, his voice warm and fond. “Practicing your circus tricks without Yasha there to catch you.”
“Fuck you!” Molly laughed, reaching out to try and swat Caleb on the shoulder without removing his blindfold first. He was proud of himself for managing to hit his arm instead. “You’re terrible.”
Caleb caught his hand before he could pull it away and…oh. Oh.
Molly’s breath hitched, then left him as a long, shuddering sigh when he felt Caleb’s tongue tracing his fingers in just the most obscenely deliberate fashion. “I learned from the best,” his lover murmured, pressing a kiss to Molly’s palm. And then: “Well, the ropes will still be there for next time, too.”
“Yeah.” Much as Molly was loathe to admit it, he could rationally admit that keeping him tied when one leg had already put up a fuss was probably not the greatest idea. He finally thought to lift his hand and slip the blindfold off, the better to look up at Caleb and smile. “Well. I’m sure we can think up some other ways to have fun.” Almost unconsciously, he found his fingers reaching down to toy with the leash and collar that graced his throat on nights like these.
Caleb’s gaze was drawn to it as if by a winch, and Molly laughed as the wizard reached out to grab it and tug him nearer by it – gentle but firm, as so much of his style of control was nowadays. Molly wound up laying languidly between Caleb’s spread legs, braced on an elbow, his legs stretched out easily behind him.
“And what did you have in mind, pet?” Caleb asked, low and breathless with want, his pupils blown wide in his pretty blue eyes, reaching out to stroke his thumb ever so tenderly down Molly’s cheek.
Molly licked his lips and smiled adoringly up at his love. “I’m glad you asked,” he chirped, then bent his head to take Caleb’s cock in his mouth, guided happily by the tug of the leash.