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He's never done this for Caleb — he's done it for others, he's done a lot of things for other people. Strangers, mostly, one-off encounters in towns he'll never visit again, or at least he doesn't intend to visit again. He's gotten a lot of compliments on his work, but he thinks now, right now, the only compliments he cares about are Caleb's.
Licking a slow line down the inner part of Caleb's thigh, he looks up to the rest of him, flushed so pretty over his pale skin. Mollymauk's never really been so into a human skintone before but he thinks watching the way Caleb's body goes from pale to the sweetest shade of pink is probably one of his new favorite things — it always starts at the tips of his ears and travels down until his chest is ruddy with it. Even from the bath they'd taken earlier, scrubbing down with the rest of the Nein, Caleb's skin had gone pink and Molly couldn't help but stare, admiring everything from the flush to the way he smells so sweet afterward, the bath oils making his skin softer and so much more tempting to kiss and nip at.
He wants to kiss every flushed spot on Caleb's body. Wants to make him feel loved and praised and so good that he forgets all his sadness for a bit and just lets Molly take care of him. It's not a solution to anything, Molly knows a bit of sex won't help Caleb through his trauma or help him open up, but Molly still thinks Caleb deserves some time to lose himself in being loved.
Even for just an evening.
His lips return to Caleb's thigh, nipping the soft skin there. He's hairier than Mollymauk by far, something Molly's always sort of liked about humans. Tieflings don't get nearly as much body hair, not that he wants it, but he likes the feeling of running his fingers through Caleb's chest hair or the thick patch of hair along his belly and crotch. Sure, it tickles his nose when he's got Caleb's cock down his throat but he doesn't mind — it's just another part of him that he loves.
"Darling," Molly coos, kissing his way closer to the bend of Caleb's leg, where his thigh meets the rest of his body, "Relax for me, won't you?"
He feels Caleb's thighs relax slightly. Molly slides his arms up his thighs, holding his legs up and open, and Caleb makes a quiet sound above him.
"Everything alright?" Molly asks.
"Ja," Caleb breathes out after a moment, collecting his breathing. His voice is rough in that way Molly recognizes as being turned on to a point where his brain shuts off, his voice a low timbre that makes Molly's cock twitch. "Ja, perfect, Mollymauk."
That's encouragement.
"Good. Now," Molly kisses his skin again. Closer to where Caleb wants him. "Stay just like this for me, love."
He hears Caleb sigh shakily.
Gods, he's perfect. Molly has to wonder just what powers above landed him such a perfect, handsome man. If it's the Moonweaver, he's going to have to thank her in his prayers soon. Because really, Caleb is so wonderful to him that it must be divine intervention that put him into his life, that gave him this handsome wizard with his beautiful, sad eyes and lovely voice that Molly has both fallen asleep to and cum from, with his teasing and encouragement.
He leaves wet kisses on his skin, now, looks up from his strange angle to watch Caleb's cock twitch. A gentle press makes sure Caleb's legs stay spread; he wouldn't protest if Caleb decided to squeeze his legs around his head, but he knows his horns likely make that impossible, or at the very least, uncomfortable.
"Just relax." Mollymauk whispers, breath hot against Caleb's skin, and before Caleb can answer Mollymauk is licking the circle of his hole. A quick gasp is his answer instead, and in moments Mollymauk is determinedly licking, pressing his tongue inside of Caleb in a way that makes him squirm and whine.
"Mollymauk," Caleb says, his breathing heavy. "Molly, please."
Mollymauk doubles his effort, pulling at Caleb's thigh. The reaction he gets is a shiver and a squirm, and Caleb gasps out as Molly's tongue teases him. For a moment Molly almost wants to ask Caleb if anyone's ever done this for him before, but he thinks he has his answer as Caleb gasps out a confused noise, asking why does that feel so good.
He presses further, lets himself get lost in just the knowledge that Caleb is enjoying this, enjoying the feeling of Molly's tongue fucking him, his saliva dripping down his skin and into the sheets. There's a second where Molly considers adding his finger to the situation but that would require the oil and he quite frankly doesn't want to move. So instead he grips Caleb's thighs and moves his tongue from where he's currently fixated upward. The sensitive skin there makes Caleb whine in a way that Molly knows he's desperate, and he only intends to make him more so.
He sighs out a breath, warm against Caleb's skin and feels his legs tremble in response. To that, Mollymauk gives him a kiss on the underside of his cock, tracing the base of it with his tongue. Then he moves slowly upward, up, until he can take the head of his cock into his mouth and tease him. He's not going to go all the way just yet — he has more he wants to accomplish, more he wants Caleb to feel tonight. But he laves his tongue over the sensitive skin, looks up just in time to see Caleb's hand cover his mouth as he gasps.
Molly grins, pulling back only when Caleb has reduced himself to begging for more, he needs more.
He lets Caleb's legs fall and he sits up, looking him over. Chest heaving with breaths that give away his desperation, he looks so handsome. The pillows are an off-white and Caleb's red hair looks beautiful all tossed over them, his hands twitching where he's gripping the ends of the pillows.
"You're so perfect, Caleb." Molly says, and he watches as Caleb's eyes go wide.
He loves that expression on him. He knows Caleb's not inexperienced, that he's had partners before Mollymauk, but he makes such confused faces whenever Molly finds another little thing that makes him tick. Like that time he'd learned that Caleb thoroughly enjoys having his cock deepthroated, that Molly doesn't even have to move but just swallow around him to get him to cum down his throat. Or when he'd first praised Caleb for being so good for him and Caleb had nearly finished on the spot.
Molly especially loves taking advantage of that second thing.
In fact…
"You're being so good for me, Caleb." He purrs.
Caleb squirms, his breath hitching. Something about the words make Caleb go weak in the best way, they turn his brain into mush and let him turn off the anxiety and the fear for a short time.
Molly's hand traces up his chest. He flicks one of Caleb's nipples, just gently, just to watch him gasp.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Molly asks, as though it's the simplest thing in the world, as though he's asking what Caleb wants for breakfast. A brief moment passes before Caleb nods.
"Darling, you have to say it." Molly says. Another flick to his nipple, a quick pinch.
"Please," Caleb says, his voice rough and low. "Please — I need you. Inside me."
Close enough.
Sitting back on his heels, Molly gives him another good look, committing the image of him to memory.
"Good boy," Mollymauk says, smug, because he knows that will make Caleb react. And react he does, though his mouth is shut, he makes a quiet huff of a whimper. Molly leans over him, reaching for the bottle of oil on the table beside the bed. It pops open with but a twitch of Molly's fingers and then he's taking Caleb's hand.
"Claws, dear, so do this for me, won't you?" Molly asks and Caleb is quick to do as he's told. Mollymauk scolds himself for forgetting to trim his first few nails again — but at the same time, Caleb looks so cute, spreading himself open.
"Slow, darling, we have time. That's it, good boy," Mollymauk says, lowering his voice, leaning closer to him. Caleb's face is fully red, now, his lips parted as he pushes his fingers inside of himself, impatient for it but doing his best to do as he's told.
Kisses are pressed to the side of Caleb's neck. He tilts his head to the side to give Mollymauk more space, shivering when his tongue slides so gently over his skin. The warmth of it is simply so delightful, and Caleb's hand slows just so he can focus on Molly's tongue and lips and teeth.
"Keep going, darling," Molly says, and he reaches down to take Caleb's wrist in his hand. Caleb gasps again when he feels Mollymauk move his hand faster, forcing him to fuck himself onto his own fingers.
"I want you spread open for me, got it?" Mollymauk whispers, kissing the side of his face again, then his teeth nip at the shell of Caleb's ear. "And then I'll fuck you, and you want that, don't you?"
Caleb whines out an affirmative.
Hmm.
"Caleb, love. Use your words, won't you? You have to tell me you want it, you have to be good for me."
Something inside Caleb's foggy mind clicks.
"Please," he says, "Molly, Molly, fuck me."
He can't vocalize the rest. The way he wants to beg make me be good for you. Make me as good as you see me, force me to see it, too. I want to be good but I don't know if I am.
Mollymauk knows, though. He knows that Caleb has a hard time admitting to the feelings he has, but that's why he does this. It's why he pulls Caleb's fingers from him so gently and kisses his forehead, settling between his legs. Caleb's eyes open slightly, just enough to catch the way Mollymauk is dripping oil into his hand, spreading it down the length of his cock.
Caleb's head tilts back. He shuts his eyes only because he wants to feel everything so much more, wants to be his and be claimed by him in that carnal way so befitting of his devilish appearance — though Caleb thinks any devilish entity, no matter how ethereally beautiful, would have a difficult time being more appealing than Mollymauk. Given the choice between an incubus straight from the hells, made to provide mind-numbing pleasure so intense it persuades mortals to hand over their souls and Molly's praise and delight and love, he'd take Molly every time.
Or let Molly take him.
Whatever the case may be in the moment.
A pause, and then Molly's cock is pressing against him, thicker than his fingers, and Caleb doesn't want to wait. But Molly's been telling him that he's been so good and he wants to keep hearing that, so he resists the urge to rock himself into him faster, he waits as Molly smiles down at him. Slowly, so slowly, Molly pushes inside, the oil making everything warm and slick, and Caleb breathes out a ragged sigh as he feels him sink all the way inside.
Molly's hips are flush against his.
"You take me so well, darling, you know that?" Mollymauk says, running his hand up Caleb's chest. The words make his cock twitch, make him want to bury his face against Molly's neck, but he's sitting up and he seems so far away.
"Mollymauk," he says, and it's just as much a moment of adoration as it is him begging for more.
"I've got you, Caleb." Molly says, his voice so tender that it makes Caleb feel a surge of emotion he didn't expect. His heart skips and he catches himself staring up at Mollymauk with wide eyes.
"You're lovely," Mollymauk says, and he pulls his hips back, the slow drag of his cock distracting Caleb from trying to form a response. He's slow, moving with a deliberate pace that isn't meant to be the kind of rough and fast play Molly enjoys showered on himself. He's steady, rolling his hips once he has the angle right, making Caleb shiver.
He finds that little spot within Caleb easily, practiced for months now. Knows just how to fuck into him to brush against it on each thrust. And if Caleb were in his mind proper and not floating hazily in his own head, he'd know just the way to clench around him to make him more desperate, to make him move faster and give it to him deeper, rougher.
But his head is spinning, filled only with the delight of being good for his Mollymauk, his beautiful tiefling with a smile that makes his heart so warm. Caleb's legs instinctively go to wrap around Mollymauk's waist and he helps him in his endeavor, grabbing at his thighs to hold him and bring him closer.
"There you go," Mollymauk says. "That feels good, doesn't it?"
Caleb nods, knowing Mollymauk wants a reply of some sort. Then Molly shifts, settles in closer and pulls Caleb's leg up a little to accommodate, and he's kissing him so sweetly. Mollymauk's tongue does wonderfully wicked things to him, makes him whine and moan as he loses himself to the wet slide of lips and tongue and teeth. Without thinking, without registering or asking permission ( permission he usually needs in this situation because he wants to be good, wants to do as he's told and nothing else ) his arms slide around Molly's torso and hug him closer.
Having him so close makes Caleb feel safe. A safety he hasn't had in so long, something he wants to cling to forever. Molly only smiles into his kiss, and Caleb gets the feeling he's more than happy for Caleb to cling to him like this. Like he needs him to breathe, to prove that he's here and loved and full.
"I love you," Molly says, lips still wet. "I love you, I love you, I love you…"
He repeats it like it's an incantation, and maybe in some abstract way it is, as it makes Caleb feel his adoration more and more with each repetition.
Caleb loses himself in it, loses time and thought and everything to Mollymauk. He doesn't need all of that, he only needs to feel him and, in turn, please him and be good. Be better than he's ever let himself be, let himself shed light for once instead of being covered in soot and dirt and ash.
He doesn't even realize he's moaning and begging for release when it happens. What shakes him back to partial reality is Molly speaking to him, bringing his hazy mind back into some semblance of existence where everything is still made of love and warmth and fullness.
"That's it, darling, go on," Mollymauk encourages him, his lips close to Caleb's ear. "I've got you, I've got you. You've been so good for me, you deserve it, love, it's alright…"
Every word makes Caleb feel dizzier, like he's about to float away in the best way, losing himself to the sensation of Molly's breath against his ear, his cock pressing against that perfect spot inside of him that makes him feel like he's about to fall over the edge —
"—need me to touch you, do you need me to talk you through it?" He catches Molly's words over the rush of his heart in his ears.
Caleb can't form words. He can't do anything other than whimper his appreciation.
"Caleb, love, squeeze my hand once if you're okay, if you want to keep going," Molly says, and Caleb registers that enough and he feels as though he can still make his fingers move, so he squeezes.
And Molly smiles.
"Good boy, Caleb. You're very good, you're lovely, I love you so much, you know that?" Mollymauk says. "I want you to cum for me, and I know you can, I know you want to, don't you?"
Caleb feels a rush of heat through him.
He's so close.
Molly's hips stutter against his, the curve of his cock inside of him still feels so good. Molly is around him, inside him, filling all of his senses in a way that's delightfully overwhelming.
"You're being so good, Caleb — you can cum for me, be good for me, let me see you…"
He doesn't hear the rest of Molly's words.
He's too lost in the way his orgasm overwhelms him, makes his heart race and pulls a ragged, sobbing moan from him. There's nothing he can do but press his face against Mollymauk's neck, squeeze his legs around his waist and ride it out. It feels as though it lasts forever, dragging him through layers of intense pleasure that make him forget where he is, only knowing that it's Molly's arms around him, Molly's lips pressing to his face, Molly's cock still inside of him.
When the ebbs of it have finally begun to fade away, he realizes Mollymauk has ridden the same high, panting against his skin. Only when Caleb has opened his eyes and unwrapped his aching legs from Molly's waist does he pull out, leaving Caleb feeling empty.
But not in a bad way.
His chest feels warm, his head is still floating. His face is wet, he's fairly certain the sobs gave way to actual tears, but thankfully ones of delight, of overwhelming pleasure that wracked his entire body and mind, and —
He meets Mollymauk's eyes, bright and happy. A hand is against his cheek, wiping his face dry.
Caleb can't form words, his mouth feels stiff and his tongue doesn't want to move properly. Mollymauk on the other hand doesn't seem to have the same problem.
"Caleb," he breathes, kissing his temple. Caleb's hair is sweaty and pressed to his forehead and neck, and he can only think that he needs another bath after this. That he wants to curl up in the hot water with Mollymauk massaging feeling back into his legs and hands and arms.
But he can't articulate that.
So he presses his face against Mollymauk and sighs, feeling his hands on his skin.
"How are you feeling?" Mollymauk asks, and Caleb has to open and close his mouth a few times before his throat will work.
"Good," Caleb manages, just a word, but a word that Molly finds reassuring enough that he draws his hand over Caleb's chest, fingers on his clavicle.
"Once I can feel my legs, I'm going to get you cleaned up," Molly says, inching in closer, kissing his throat, "And then I'll see about getting us one of those private baths. You'd like that, yeah?"
"Ja," Caleb answers, his throat still feeling ragged.
"I'll wash your hair for you. Get you all taken care of, darling."
For a moment, Caleb does feel as though he's deserving of the affection, the attention, the love. Molly has that effect on him when he gets like this, taking his mind off of everything until his head is filled only with Mollymauk, his love, his need for Caleb to be good and bright and made of love.
He tilts his head to look at Mollymauk, laid out beside him and smiling, beaming at him. That grin makes Caleb feel the same awe as when he looks up at the full moon; eyes wide, marveling at something he can't understand but feels such an appreciation for.
Molly is his moonlight, guiding him out of the dark with his smile and his touch. And when Caleb finds himself grinning in return, he feels like he's made of sunshine, all warmth and delight.