[ A groan rumbles up from low in Caleb's throat as Molly strings together a series of words that sound very appealing, and he wants to get to at least one of those activities as quickly as possible. There are barely two bites left of his peachlike fruit, but it seems he doesn't need the extra motivation. He reaches for Molly's offered hand without hesitation.
His bed is situated on the far side of the room beneath the window, a cozy boxed-off nook raised off the floor and fitted into the wall. The light is perfect for reading, and above the head of the bed are several built in shelves lined with books.
He doesn't sit on the edge of the bed so much as lean against it, using their joined hands to draw Molly to him between his spread knees. ]
Come here, come here--please, just let me touch you.
[ The movement of his tail had caught Caleb's attention, and as he leans close to press his lips to his neck in a series of feverish kisses, he smooths a hand down along the curve of his spine to the base of his tail. ]
no subject
His bed is situated on the far side of the room beneath the window, a cozy boxed-off nook raised off the floor and fitted into the wall. The light is perfect for reading, and above the head of the bed are several built in shelves lined with books.
He doesn't sit on the edge of the bed so much as lean against it, using their joined hands to draw Molly to him between his spread knees. ]
Come here, come here--please, just let me touch you.
[ The movement of his tail had caught Caleb's attention, and as he leans close to press his lips to his neck in a series of feverish kisses, he smooths a hand down along the curve of his spine to the base of his tail. ]