[ There's an undercurrent of almost giddy laughter as Caleb does as Molly urges, putting only just enough space between them to help tug his shirt up over his head without elbowing the tiefling or catching his arm on a horn. Bare from the waist up, he sets the remainder of his fruit on the desk and works on the laces of his pants as he considers Molly's question. His heart hammers in his chest, pulse pounding from the intensity of the kisses they'd shared. It's unsurprisingly difficult to focus on one idea when his body is reacting so quickly and so readily to the aphrodisiac he's put in his system and Molly is so close, warm and willing and attractive. His lips are still tingling with the pressure of Molly's mouth and the gentle prick of his fangs. ]
I want-- [ He swallows hard against the sweetness still heavy on his tongue, momentarily distracted by how pretty Molly's hair looks curling around his face and horns and down his neck. Caleb drifts in closer, pressing his lips to the corner of Molly's jaw and nosing into his hair, breathing in the scent of him with an unsteady inhale. He feels greedy; he wants everything. ] I want you, Mollymauk.
[ Lucky that he isn't wearing anything on his feet, because he's in a rush now to get his pants off. They feel far too restrictive suddenly, when all he wants to feel against him is Molly's bare skin. ]
You, in my bed--with your lips around my cock, or...or on your stomach while I fuck you into the sheets...
[ His murmuring trails off as he briefly loses himself in the ideas he'd presented, how good it would feel to have Molly hot and tight around his cock. It's unlike him to think first of his own satisfaction like this, but like this it's difficult to think of anything else. ]
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[ There's an undercurrent of almost giddy laughter as Caleb does as Molly urges, putting only just enough space between them to help tug his shirt up over his head without elbowing the tiefling or catching his arm on a horn. Bare from the waist up, he sets the remainder of his fruit on the desk and works on the laces of his pants as he considers Molly's question. His heart hammers in his chest, pulse pounding from the intensity of the kisses they'd shared. It's unsurprisingly difficult to focus on one idea when his body is reacting so quickly and so readily to the aphrodisiac he's put in his system and Molly is so close, warm and willing and attractive. His lips are still tingling with the pressure of Molly's mouth and the gentle prick of his fangs. ]
I want-- [ He swallows hard against the sweetness still heavy on his tongue, momentarily distracted by how pretty Molly's hair looks curling around his face and horns and down his neck. Caleb drifts in closer, pressing his lips to the corner of Molly's jaw and nosing into his hair, breathing in the scent of him with an unsteady inhale. He feels greedy; he wants everything. ] I want you, Mollymauk.
[ Lucky that he isn't wearing anything on his feet, because he's in a rush now to get his pants off. They feel far too restrictive suddenly, when all he wants to feel against him is Molly's bare skin. ]
You, in my bed--with your lips around my cock, or...or on your stomach while I fuck you into the sheets...
[ His murmuring trails off as he briefly loses himself in the ideas he'd presented, how good it would feel to have Molly hot and tight around his cock. It's unlike him to think first of his own satisfaction like this, but like this it's difficult to think of anything else. ]