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Molly couldn’t say exactly when the idea started to coalesce in his mind. The seed might have been planted when they parted ways with Calianna, when Caleb and Beau had that big fight. But it wasn’t until now, with them all comfortably settled in the new house, that he finally felt like maybe it was an idea worth pursuing, making into more than an idle fantasy.
His opportunity came sooner than he expected. The rest of the Nein were out, having decided at dinner to go out for a drink. When Caleb declined the invitation, citing something he was working on, Molly also begged off, claiming to be feeling unwell. He took a bath after dinner, puttered around the house, until he couldn’t put it off anymore and went to the library, a bottle of wine and two glasses in hand.
“Mister Caleb?” Molly called, closing the library door quietly behind him.
“Hmm? Mollymauk?”
“In the flesh, darling. Care to have a glass of wine with me?” Molly turned the corner and found Caleb at his desk, hunched over some dusty text that Molly probably couldn’t read. He looked up and gave Molly a quick smile. Gods, those baby blues were something…. Molly looked away quickly, raising the bottle to give himself an excuse. Caleb furrowed his brow.
“I thought you were not feeling well?”
“Just didn’t want to go out with the gang. Wanted to talk to you, actually, if you’ve got a minute.”
“Me?” Molly looked around.
“I don’t see anyone else here,” he quipped. “Yes, you. Come on, come sit by the fire with me.” Caleb closed his book slowly and followed Molly to the couch. Molly focused on keeping his hand steady to disguise his nerves, pouring two generous glasses.
“That good?” He handed Caleb a glass, who nodded. He seemed far more nervous than Molly, though Molly suspected that might change in a minute, if things didn’t go as he hoped they would.
“Is everything alright, Molly?”
“Oh yeah, everything’s grand.” Molly steeled himself with a deep breath. His heart was pounding in his chest, the anxiety making him lightheaded.
“What did you want to discuss?” Caleb took a sip of wine and Molly forced himself to tear his eyes away from ruby stained lips. You can do it. Keep your cool.
“Well, I noticed something about you, Mister Caleb.” Caleb raised an eyebrow.
“Oh?”
“I’ve been thinking about it, actually, ever since, uh, that day in the Labenda Swamp, with Beau and Cali, the dragonborn girl… The fight the two of you got into.” Caleb looked away from Molly, towards the fire. Maybe a mistake to bring that up….
“That was many months ago now, Mollymauk, and…it is not a moment I am particularly proud of.”
“I know, and I didn’t mean - okay, let me just cut to it. You like to be in control. Am I wrong?” Caleb’s eyes snapped back to Molly, searching his face.
“No, you are not,” he said after a long pause. Molly took a deep breath. He shifted so he was sitting a little closer to Caleb.
“Is that true…in other aspects of your life?” Molly thought the pink flush that came into Caleb’s cheeks probably meant he knew what Molly was asking.
“L-like what?” Oh, fuck me running for making me say it.
“Like in bed.” The words were out there now, no pulling them back in. Caleb stared into his wineglass for a long moment and when he looked back at Molly again, the blush was still there but the nervous, deer-like expression on Caleb’s face was gone. The corner of his mouth quirked up into a small smile.
“Ja, you could say that.” Molly let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding and hoped it wasn’t too obvious. It was; Caleb looked him over with a smirk like he was eyeing prey.
“What did you come here to ask me about, Mollymauk?” His tone was light, teasing. Molly felt a slight shiver go through him at the sudden seductiveness in Caleb’s voice, the feeling of being led into a trap. He watched those eyes stare into him over the rim of the wineglass as Caleb raised it to his lips and Molly’s silver tongue was tripping in his mouth.
“Well, um, I…like…to not be in control, sometimes. Need someone to slap my head on straight, so to speak, I guess. It helps me turn off some of the…shit…when I’m sick of hearing it. If I had to hazard a guess, based on others I’ve known who like taking the reins, that’s not too far off for you, either, is it?”
“No, it is not,” Caleb murmured, taking another drink.
“Then perhaps we could come to some…mutually beneficial arrangement. Just, you know, have some fun.” Caleb was quiet again for a moment. Molly’s heart was hammering in his chest. It felt like the silence stretched on for an eternity and the panic was welling up in him but he resisted the urge to keep babbling and fill it with silence.
“Then we should discuss terms.”
Molly’s blood was roaring in his ears. Was this happening? He agreed so easily, Molly had the ludicrous thought for a moment that maybe Caleb didn’t really know what he was asking about.
“Alright. Um…like what?” Caleb raised an eyebrow.
“Are there things I should not do, or say, places you do not like to be touched?”
“I like being touched everywhere,” Molly said with a devilish wink. Caleb rolled his eyes but smiled.
“Perhaps I should phrase the question differently. What do you need? In order to, ah, feel safe with me?” Molly had never really thought about that before. He shrugged.
“I can’t really think of anything. I’ll try anything once and I trust you not to hurt me. Not much special about me.”
“I disagree, Mollymauk, I think there is very much that is special about you.”
Those blue eyes were raking over him again, taking in every inch. Molly didn’t know if he’d make it through this conversation without getting on his knees, with Caleb looking at him like that. Molly’s tail started to patter on the couch behind him. Damn that thing, it gave him away every time. Caleb noticed and smirked again.
“I agree, love, and thank you for noticing. Is there anything…you feel like you need?”
The question felt strange to Molly, but clearly it had been important to Caleb to ask it, and he thought it would be polite to reciprocate. In Molly’s experience, the men (and handful of women) who enjoyed playing rough with him in bed didn’t ask these types of questions, and he had never thought of them as needing anything other than access to his body, which he gave more or less readily.
“Ah, ja, a few things. First, I need to know that if something is too much, or you need to stop, slow down, change something, for any reason, that you would say so, without hesitation or worrying you will disappoint me. I cannot do this with you if I do not know that.”
“Yeah, of course, darling, gods.” Caleb nodded.
“Good. Not everybody does and I could not…I would be very upset with myself if I pushed you too far. It is also important to me that you let me care for you after.” Caleb was full of surprises. As far as he was concerned, he was perfectly happy to manage himself afterwards - but if Caleb wanted him to stick around, he could do that.
“Sure, if that…is important to you.”
“It is. That is all I need. You have said everything you need, ja?” Molly nodded. A grin slowly spread over Caleb’s face. “Then let’s talk about what you like.”
The fire was burning low by the time their conversation petered out, and fuck, Molly was horny as hell. He didn’t realize talking through what he liked in bed could be so hot, and watching the gears turning in Caleb’s head as they discussed each suggestion was driving Molly’s imagination wild. Caleb asked about what turned Molly on, shared some of his own secret desires, and they discussed many things neither of them had tried but were very excited to.
“So,” Molly said, after a long silence. “What, um, what now?” A small part of him was sleepy and ready to turn in, but it was pushed down by the much larger part that wanted Caleb to drag him off to bed right this minute. Caleb gazed at him for a moment, fingers circling the rim of his wineglass. Molly felt that same sensation wash over him, the feeling of being a prey animal staring down a predator. Wordlessly, Caleb placed the glass aside, kneeled on the couch and perched over Molly. Molly thought for a second that he was going to kiss him, and closed his eyes, hissing in a breath when he felt Caleb’s lips graze against his jaw. The feeling of Caleb over him, his hair brushing Molly’s cheek, his heat, his scent, was making Molly crazy with anticipation, caught in a moment that hovered between wanting something and getting it.
“What happens now,” a low, Zemnian accented voice murmured in his ear, “is you go back to your room.” Warm lips pressed a soft, barely there kiss to Molly’s skin. Molly whined, soft, plaintive, before he could stop himself; Caleb pulled back and long fingers grasped Molly’s chin, surprisingly rough, tilting his face so he couldn’t look anywhere but Caleb’s eyes.
“Nein. That is not how this works. You will learn to control your desires, Mollymauk. Do you know why?”
“Why?” Molly whispered, unable to look away from Caleb’s gaze. The hand that had been holding Molly’s chin pushed his thighs apart and cupped the crotch of his pants.
“Because this belongs to me now, and I will decide what you get and when you get it. Do you understand?” Holy fuck.
“Yes…”
“Good boy.” Molly let out a quiet groan of frustration and intense arousal. “I want you in my room, tomorrow night, one hour after dinner. Do not touch yourself in between now and then.” Caleb’s tongue ran over the outside of Molly’s ear, sending a shudder through Molly’s body.
“I want to find you aching for me tomorrow night.”
Molly exhaled hard, his face flushed with arousal. And he couldn’t do anything about it. Caleb could clearly see it on his face and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
“Ja?”
“Yes,” Molly breathed. He could’ve stayed on that couch all night, but Caleb sat back at the other end of the couch and looked at him with a raised eyebrow until he stood and left.
“Tomorrow night,” Molly repeated on his way out. He’d be good. He’d be so good, the best, Caleb wouldn’t be able to stand it. Molly told himself that he was being defiant by showing Caleb how good he could be, while he tossed and turned in bed, his erection unrelenting until he finally drifted off to sleep.
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The next day passed in a blur, and felt like it lasted for weeks. Every time Molly caught Caleb’s eye in the house, he got a small smirk or, if they were alone, a wink, alluding to what Molly was anticipating. Molly even tried taking a nap in the afternoon, just so the day would pass more quickly. Before dinner, Molly spent nearly an hour in the bathroom, taking a long bath, rubbing oil into his skin, fixing his curls so they were shiny and soft looking. Molly even put a little kohl on his eyes, just to make them pop more. He didn’t want to admit how excited he was about this, that he was doing all this for Caleb, but he was. He wanted to look absolutely devastating and give Caleb a taste of the desperate denial he’d endured all day long.
He knew he’d been successful when he sauntered downstairs for dinner and Caleb did a double take, glancing up at him briefly and then jerking his head up again to take a longer look. It was Molly’s turn to smirk, but his tail whipped behind him with anticipation that definitely gave him away.
Molly hardly tasted the meal; it was delicious as any they shared, but his stomach quivered every time Caleb’s gaze met his. The hunger in his eyes was breathtaking, and Molly loved every second of being the subject of it. He tried to act normal, like he wasn’t beyond desperate to get laid, like he wasn’t shivering with excitement over what was coming for him later.
As soon as Beau and Fjord started to clear the table, Molly waited for an opportune moment to slip into the library. His heart was pounding, and he walked around aimlessly, fidgeting. After a few moments, he saw Caleb come through the door and his chest started thrumming faster. Caleb’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and for a moment, fear washed over Molly - had he changed his mind? Did Molly already do something wrong? Then he remembered: he had been so excited about “after dinner” that he forgot the “one hour” part at the beginning. The two men stared at each other as Molly processed this realization, and in an instant, Caleb’s taken aback expression melted, replaced with a more playful, stern one. Wordlessly, he gestured for Molly to follow him into his bedroom. Molly came eagerly, carefully closing and locking the door behind him. When he turned, Caleb was in the center of the room, near the small desk near the fireplace, arms crossed.
“Did you forget how to tell time, Mollymauk?” Caleb’s tone was light, teasing, but the glint in his eyes indicated that Molly should choose his words carefully.
“Ah, no, I - I just forgot that you said that, I was a bit, um, taken aback last night, and I must have missed the part where-"
Caleb strode across the room and cupped Molly’s chin in one hand, silencing him instantly. Molly was a bit of a brat in bed, accustomed to fighting with those who tried to tame him. He was defiant, mouthy and loved every second of punishment he got as a result; it made the moments when he finally got his way so much sweeter. Normally, he would have continued to justify himself, babbling on with some flattering bullshit, but the second he felt the tips of Caleb’s fingers on his jaw, his mouth stopped of its own accord.
“I gave you only two instructions before we parted last night, and I thought they were relatively simple. Did you disobey me on the other one, too?”
“N-no,” Molly whispered, heat flaring in his gut. “I didn’t.”
“Well then. At least you are capable of following directions.”
Molly’s jaw would have been on the ground if Caleb didn’t have it so securely in his hand. He’d never heard Caleb talk like this. Molly thought he’d seen the man when he forced the reins of a situation into his own hand. That was nothing compared to the easy slide into authority and confidence that he was seeing now. The self-assuredness of it, the implication that naturally, even if it took some wrangling to bend him to Caleb’s will, Molly would submit, was devastatingly sexy.
“As I assumed, I will need to teach you to actually try following them.”
Caleb’s hand dropped from Molly’s face and he turned to sit at the desk. Molly simply stood in the middle of the room, unsure what was happening now. Was Caleb calling it off? Was he telling Molly they were finished for the night, since he’d been bad? Suddenly, Caleb snapped his fingers, not looking at Molly, and pointed to the floor next to him. Molly sucked in a breath.
“Do you want me to do something?” He sniped, trying not to let the intensity of his arousal show in his voice. Caleb turned to look at him, blue eyes blazing.
“I was under the impression you were clever, Kätzchen. Come. Kneel.”
Molly felt that warm, hazy relaxation coming over him that told him he was in a safe place now, a place he could let go. He strode over to Caleb and kneeled beside him, careful to keep his back straight and eyes lowered.
“Mmmm, good boy,” Caleb hummed. “You kneel so beautifully, Kitten.” Caleb bent down to press a kiss to Molly’s forehead, which made the tiefling purr with satisfaction.
“I’m sorry I was early,” Molly mumbled, feeling genuinely sheepish. “I was excited.” Caleb’s smile softened.
“There was a small part of me that was hoping you might come by early.” Molly’s tail started to patter on the floor next to him and he beamed. “But, you must always pay attention when I’m speaking to you, particularly if you are getting instructions. Not only because you are mine, and I expect you to be obedient, but because sometimes, they are important to keeping you safe, and I always want you to be safe.” Molly nodded.
“I know, I know, you’re right, I’m sorry-“
“Shh. Do not be sorry. Be good. Because you did not listen when I was telling you something, I will not fuck you tonight.” Molly’s stomach clenched, his hole already fluttering in protest that it wouldn’t be filled.
“But I apologized!”
“Ja, I know you did.” Caleb threaded a hand through Molly’s hair, eyes back on his books. “But you did not listen in the first place. Take your punishment without complaint or you will have another.” Molly grumbled but stayed put, eyes downcast.
“Why do I have to be punished though? Don’t I get a Mulligan here, just one?” The corner of Caleb’s mouth quirked up into a smirk.
“Nein. If I were to let you get away with bad behavior the first time, you will think you can do it always without consequence. I am training you to be obedient, Mollymauk.”
“But I am!” Caleb’s gaze turned to Molly sharply.
“You are not. And if I were less tolerant, by now you would be locked out of this room on your ass, forbidden from touching yourself for another week. Be grateful.” Molly tipped his head back and sighed in frustration.
“So what would you have me do, then?” Caleb’s eyes turned back to his books.
“You are going to kneel here.”
“For how long?!”
“For as long as I decide I want you to. When I change my mind, you will have another instruction.”
The sigh of frustration became a groan. Caleb steadfastly ignored him. With a huff, Molly settled into a very pretty, but more comfortable kneeling position, earning a pleased noise of acknowledgement from Caleb, who carded his fingers through Molly’s hair from time to time as he read. After a while, Molly let himself slip into the fog of submission, listening to the rhythmic rustle of Caleb’s pages, the occasional scratching of a quill, waiting for the next graze of Caleb’s hand over his head. Truly, Molly had no idea how long he was down there like that. Sometimes he looked up at Caleb, watching him study intently, admiring the cut of his jaw and the way the candlelight caught his copper waves. He wasn’t sure how much time passed before Caleb’s fingers slid under his chin again gently. He tilted Molly’s face up slightly and smiled. That satisfied little smile was like an aphrodisiac to Molly. He wanted to elicit that again and again and again.
“How are you feeling, Kätzchen?” Caleb asked softly.
“Good…” Molly murmured, looking up through soft, half-lidded eyes.
“Good,” Caleb repeated, stroking Molly’s head. Caleb rose from the desk; Molly shifted to get up, but was stopped by a sharp glance from Caleb.
“I did not tell you to move.” Molly nodded mutely and stayed where he was. Caleb rummaged in his bedside drawer and retrieved two thin scarves. When he walked back to Molly, he nodded his head closer to the desk.
“Under there.”
“Still kneeling?” Molly squirmed.
“Are you in pain? I can give you a pillow. Or you may stretch your legs, if you like.”
“No, no, I’m okay.”
“Then yes, still kneeling.”
Molly felt a little pang of affection for Caleb’s tenderness, his concern. The soft, warm haze of being owned was ebbing and flowing inside him, like waves lapping against the shore. He knew he was safe with Caleb, trusted Caleb; however, Molly had slept with people before who he was technically safe with, people who stopped when asked, but who didn’t spare much of a thought for Molly’s comfort.
When Molly had positioned himself under the desk, Caleb sat, causing Molly to breathe a little harder. He was so close now, maybe closer than he’d ever been, Molly could reach out and touch the mouth-watering hint of hardness that was starting to appear in Caleb’s trousers. He let out a slight moan when Caleb produced a periwinkle blue scarf and held it up to Molly’s eyes, pausing for a moment to give Molly the opportunity to voice any objection before he secured it behind Molly’s head. The scarf was thin and silky, the pressure comforting, and Molly breathed in the scent of Caleb, sweet and rich and herbal. Molly wondered idly if Caleb ever wore these scarves, or only kept them aside for sex. One part of him hoped Caleb did wear them, as he imagined how pretty the periwinkle would look with his eyes, but another part of him experienced a heady rush of arousal thinking of the scarves as exclusively sex props. Like Caleb had purchased these with just this thing in mind. Once the blindfold was secured, Caleb stroked Molly’s cheek with a calloused thumb.
“Too tight, Kätzchen?”
“Perfect, love,” Molly mumbled, totally relaxed despite his excitement. Caleb hummed with approval and took Molly’s jaw in his hand again. Then, Molly felt the tips of two long fingers running over his bottom lip and he whined, opening eagerly. Caleb let Molly suck on his fingers, taking them all the way into his mouth, and then suddenly, he removed them and Molly’s mouth was full of a soft, silky bunched up scarf. All he could do was groan, the sound muffled, and gods, he was so fucking turned on. His tail thumped on the floor beside him and Molly heard Caleb chuckle quietly.
“You may rest your head on my lap.”
Molly wasn’t sure if that was an offer or an order, but either way, he shuffled forward, hands still obediently behind his back, until he felt Caleb’s shins against his chest. Carefully, he laid his cheek on Caleb’s thigh, his excitement heightened by not being able to see. He knew the human’s smell, could feel little movements of his legs under his cheek and shivered when he reached down to run his fingers through Molly’s hair. The closeness was deeply arousing, the anticipation knowing that Caleb’s cock was so close to his face and he couldn’t see or touch it. He wanted to be good as long as it took to get his hands (or mouth) on it, but he was more uncomfortable than last time, and couldn’t help squirming; the spot under the desk was just a little cramped, forcing him to kneel in a more compact position, the scarf was drying out his mouth and he was so hard that the pressure of his pants was becoming almost painful. Caleb paused his writing and let out a huff of irritation and Molly’s cheek stung suddenly with a light thwap from Caleb’s hand.
“You were so good for me before, Kätzchen, kneeling so quiet and pretty. Why can you not do that again?”
Molly sucked in a breath when he felt the ball of Caleb’s foot searching up his thigh, pausing when it found its target. Molly was whining low through his gag, even just the slight friction from Caleb’s foot making him dizzy.
“Hush.” Molly’s tail thumped a few times but he stopped his noises. He could be good, he could be good…. “Is this the problem? You may unlace your pants if it that would help you hold still. If I see you touch yourself, you will wish you had kept them closed.”
Molly quickly reached around and unlaced his trousers, moaning with relief as his cock practically jumped out, and immediately put his hands under his knees to keep them from drifting. He felt deliciously exposed like this, knowing Caleb could see his need, so obviously on display. Caleb made an appreciative hum and gently guided Molly’s head back to his lap, stroking his hair to help him soften back into his hazy state.
“That’s it, Kitten. Just relax.”
Molly purred happily, much more comfortable and content. He loved the rush of sensation that radiated through him when he felt Caleb petting his head or dragging blunt nails over his cheek. Molly let his jaw loosen - the gag was already more tolerable now that it had absorbed some saliva - and settled into his position. Molly floated through the time in a dreamlike fog, the turning of pages and scratchings of a quill forming a soothing backdrop, enhancing his feeling of security. He was protected here, safely ensconced in Caleb’s domain. Nothing could hurt him here, the bad thoughts didn’t have any power over him. The panic that accompanied being in a cramped space, blinded, a foreign substance filling his mouth and cutting off his air, was banished by the knowledge that he only had to say a word and it would end, Caleb would end it. He could be saved. Not like last time.
Molly thought that it had only been a short time, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, that Caleb had him under the desk, but when he felt the rhythmic stroking of warm knuckles over his cheek, and Caleb slowly pushed up his blindfold, he realized the candles in the room were burning distinctly lower than they had been. He blinked up at Caleb blearily, his eyes adjusting to the light. Molly’s heart fluttered at the sight of Caleb looking down at him, smiling.
“You have done so well, Kätzchen. I am very pleased with you.”
Molly’s tail pattered and he beamed, though he couldn’t do much with the scarf still in his mouth. As he lifted his head, he realized there was a wet spot on Caleb’s trousers where he’d drooled a little, his mouth relaxed and open with the gag in it; Caleb didn’t seem to mind. He reached into Molly’s mouth and pulled out the soaked fabric, putting it aside and reaching back down to rub Molly’s jaw.
“How are you feeling?”
“Amazing…” Molly slurred, putting his cheek back down on Caleb’s lap.
“Excellent. You have been a good boy for me, Mollymauk. Good boys get rewarded.” Caleb reached down and unlaced his own trousers, which Molly saw now were straining over his erection. Molly licked his lips in anticipation, his mouth watering. As soon as he saw the first peek of pink skin, he moaned and looked up at Caleb, eyes pleading.
“Please…”
“You may.” Molly sighed with relief and surged forward, yanking Caleb’s trousers open and putting his lips around the gorgeous thick cock that sprang free. He’d seen Caleb naked before, caught glimpses at the baths in moments before the human concealed himself as best he could beneath the water, but never hard, and he was surprised at how big Caleb was. It wasn’t as big as Fjord’s - gods, Molly had been sore for days after that little tumble - but a little above average for a human, as far as Molly knew, and he moaned in delight as the taste of Caleb filled his mouth. He loved giving head, and he was damn good at it, as he was reminded when he started working his tongue around Caleb’s shaft and heard Caleb choke on his breath. The sensation of having his mouth stretched around a lover, using his lips to cover his sharp canines, his nose filled with the other person’s musk, was consuming in a way Molly found addictive. Grinning wickedly, Molly pulled off and stuck out his forked tongue, bringing Caleb’s cock into his mouth teasingly slow as his tongue ran down the underside, all the way to the base. Caleb groaned above him, one hand on Molly’s horn, the other gripping the edge of the desk.
The sight was divine, Caleb’s cheeks were flushed and his eyes were dark with want. Molly was leaking with desire but resisted the urge to reach down and touch himself. Molly was showing Caleb how good he could be, how grateful he was to be the one kneeling at his feet, and he would be damned if he broke a rule while he was showing off how obedient he could be.
Caleb seemed to be holding the desk in one white-knuckled hand in order to ground himself and slow his climax, but once Molly pulled Caleb’s foreskin back with his tongue and started to suck on the head, Molly knew that proposition was a losing one. Caleb slammed his hand down on the desk and cursed loudly, his hand flying to his mouth to cover it. His shaking fingers continued to hold Molly’s horn, but Molly was merciless, taking Caleb all the way back into his throat, humming, knowing the vibrations would go all the way up Caleb’s spine. Caleb was panting and moaning above him, and Molly winked at him, earning a breathless laugh. Molly reached up to massage Caleb’s balls, and the only warning he got was a gasp and “Oh, Scheisse-“ before Caleb released down his throat. Molly groaned, his eyes fluttering shut, as he swallowed it down, his own cock dripping with need. When Caleb’s cock stopped jerking in his throat, Molly pulled off, laying gentle kisses and soft suckling along the length to lick up the last of Caleb’s spend. Molly sighed, contented, and laid his cheek against Caleb’s thigh again, that beautiful haze of submission still washing over him in warm, comforting waves.
“I did not realize you were so talented in that department,” Caleb said, breathless, as he pet Molly’s cheek. “Or we may have started with that. Though I fear that if I let you do that too much, you may suck the soul out of my body.”
“Thank you,” Molly murmured, eyes half shut. Saying words was a lot of energy right now….
“I would like to give you the second part of your reward, Kätzchen.” It wasn’t a question, but Caleb clearly expected Molly to answer. Molly nodded eagerly, his tail thumping beside him. Caleb grinned and scooted his chair out from the table, fixing his trousers and relacing them.
“Then undress and get on the bed.”
Molly jumped up, almost hitting his head on the underside of the desk, and scrambled over to the bed, pulling his shirt up at the same time as he was wriggling out of his pants and almost fell flat on the ground. Caleb whipped around at the noise, just as he was removing his own shirt, and his mouth quirked up into a smile.
“Be careful, ja, baby? I do not think you want me to have to bring Jester in here so you can explain why you broke your ankle tangled up in your own pants.” Molly couldn’t help but laugh at that, imagining Jester’s reaction and how she’d never let him live it down.
Molly got on the bed carefully, trying not to put too much pressure or friction on his cock. He was stimulated now to the point of pain, and wanted Caleb to throw him on the mattress and have at him, but he’d already been told he wasn’t getting fucked tonight and needed to cum now.
As if he could smell Molly’s desire, Caleb took his time, folding his shirt before putting it back in the drawer, making sure his quills and parchment were neat and even picking up the scarves and putting them with the washing before finally stepping over to the bed. Molly bit his lip to keep himself quiet, but he was so turned on he could cry, and every second Caleb wasn’t on him was enough to make him want to scream. By sheer force of want, he was quiet and still. He’d been so good, done everything exactly how he was supposed to, pleased Caleb with his mouth - he wasn’t going to risk his reward by being impatient.
Finally, after what felt like an absolute eternity, Caleb climbed on the bed and perched over Molly like a cat who caught a mouse.
“You have been very pleasing to me tonight, Kitten.” He pulled Molly up, holding Molly’s face in his hands, and brought him in for a long, languid, sensual kiss. Molly sighed and wrapped his arms around Caleb’s neck, pulling him in for more. Molly opened his mouth eagerly, letting Caleb play his tongue over Molly’s lips, explore his mouth at his pace. Caleb began kissing over Molly’s neck and shoulders, his lips and tongue following patterns drawn in scar and ink. When he reached Molly’s nipples, he looked up.
“I assume that if I give you much more teasing it will be over quite quickly, ja?” Molly blushed.
“Yes. Sorry. I’m - I’m really ready.” Caleb nodded and pressed a kiss to Molly’s sternum. Gods, his eyes were gorgeous.
“No need to apologize, baby. This is for you. It would be unacceptable for you to leave here unsatisfied.”
Caleb shifted down the bed so his face was level with Molly’s dick, and Molly’s heart started racing in excitement. Caleb winked at him and took Molly into his mouth, just for a second, but just that was enough to make Molly gasp and arch up. Caleb put an arm securely over Molly’s hips to keep him down. He blew gently over Molly’s spit slicked cock, making Molly shiver and whine. Every touch felt magnified, like Caleb was sending lightning through him with every graze of his fingers or lips.
“Mmm, love those pretty noises,” Caleb murmured, spreading Molly’s legs further. “Let me hear more, Kätzchen. Show me how desperate you are.”
Molly groaned at that, his sinewy chest and stomach rising and falling hard with his needy panting. Caleb pushed Molly’s thighs apart and Molly keened when he realized what he was getting; Caleb smirked, stupid fucking handsome bastard, and ran his tongue over Molly’s pucker. Molly whimpered and squirmed and Caleb pushed his thighs up into his chest, humming with satisfaction as he rubbed and squeezed Molly’s ass in his hands.
“Ohhhhh, fuck,” Molly moaned, throwing his head back as Caleb sucked his balls, teasing the outer edges of Molly’s hole with his thumbs. He felt like every pleasure center was getting stimulated, but it was all not enough. He rocked his hips up into Caleb, silently begging for more, and Caleb stopped, raising one severe eyebrow and slapping Molly on the ass.
“Do not forget who is in charge here.” Molly nodded.
“Yes, you’re right, I’m sorry…” Molly bit his lip but couldn’t help but squirm under Caleb’s attention. Caleb kept him constantly guessing, surprising him with little nips to his cheeks, running the tip of his tongue just around the edges of where Molly wanted him. Molly threaded his fingers through Caleb’s hair, praise spilling from his lips in desperate whispers,
“Oh Caleb, fuck, that feels amazing…you’re so good at this, gods, please, please, I want to- haaaaa, that’s good - cum for you…I’m yours, oh I’m yours and I’m loving -ah!- every second of it. Ohhhhh, fuck…”
Molly could feel his thighs trembling, and then Caleb’s hand went to his cock and he was lost, the sounds coming out of him far from any language, his hips moving of their own accord. Just as he was on the brink, high pitched whines coming out of him as Caleb’s tongue pushed into him, Caleb stopped, slowing his strokes to almost nothing. Molly hissed out a breath, back arching, his ascent to orgasm aborted.
“Please, pleasepleaseplease, please don’t, nonono, let me cum-“ Caleb paused, stopping his hand and Molly practically sobbed.
“Still green, baby?”
“Yes, godsdammit, I just want to cum,” Molly cried, one hand over his face. Caleb kept stroking him like that, slow and lazy, for what felt like forever, but then finally, blessedly, licked his hand to slick Molly’s cock again, bent back down and worked his tongue back into Molly’s ass. Molly arched up off the bed, choking out a sob, and this time Caleb didn’t stop, pulling out and blowing a stream of cool breath over Molly’s wet, loose hole as Molly came with a yelp. He came so hard his release streaked up his chest, and floated back down to earth slowly, panting and shaking. He looked down and saw Caleb still resting on his stomach between his legs, nuzzling into his inner thigh. Caleb stroked Molly’s legs, watching him carefully, as Molly came down off his orgasm.
“I am going to get up to get something to clean you with,” Caleb said softly. “Is that alright?” Molly nodded, exhausted. Caleb pressed a kiss to Molly’s thigh and walked over to retrieve the washbasin and a cloth. Molly watched as he held the basin in his hand and suddenly it started to steam. Molly smiled a little at the kindness of Caleb warming the water for him.
Caleb wet the cloth and sat back on the edge of the bed, squeezing out the excess. He held it to Molly’s shoulder.
“Too hot?”
“No, perfect,” Molly slurred. He let his eyes fall shut as Caleb wiped him clean. He’d never had a lover do this for him before. He didn’t realize how nice it was to get clean right after sex rather than letting all the sweat and spit and cum and oil and gods knew what else dry on you and washing it off later. Maybe he could get used to this “getting taken care of after” thing. He opened his eyes when he felt Caleb stand, and watched quietly as the human took off his trousers, cleaned up and went to the dresser for pajamas. Molly had been so lost in a fog of lust he hadn’t really taken the time before to appreciate Caleb’s body, but now he indulged, his eyes drinking in broad shoulders, sinewy muscle, smooth thighs and a surprisingly cute ass. He hadn’t really noticed before, but Caleb also didn’t have Molly’s penchant for tight pants.
Caleb turned and started when he realized Molly was watching, and his face flushed a pretty pink. Molly grinned, his tail swishing lazily behind him. Molly slid under the top blanket as Caleb returned to the bed, suddenly feeling a little self conscious about being the only naked one, but Caleb didn’t seem to mind; he settled into bed and sat against the headboard, holding his arm out for Molly to come closer, if he wanted. Molly snuggled in, slotting himself against Caleb’s side and resting his head on Caleb’s chest. He purred with contentment as Caleb’s arm draped over him. Caleb’s other hand went to Molly’s head, carding through his hair soothingly.
“Did you enjoy that?” Caleb asked quietly. “Was it…what you were looking for?”
“Absolutely, darling,” Molly replied, playing with the hand Caleb had slung over his chest. “It was divine. I can’t wait to do it again.”
“Was there anything you did not care for? Would have wanted me to do differently?”
“Yeah, I want you to fuck me next time.” Caleb laughed at that and Molly followed; Caleb’s giggle was infectious.
“But there was nothing else? I wanted to say, I’m sorry I did not, ah, give you a more sufficient warning before - ah, before. It caught me off guard.”
“Happens to the best of us.”
“Still, I will do my best next time not to surprise you. And the title? Did that work for you?” Molly wiggled against Caleb suggestively and purred.
“Mmmm, Kitten? Yes, I like it very much.”
“Ja, alright then. Is there anything you need? Water? I can get you water.” Molly thought for a second.
“Yeah, that’d be nice, I mean, if you’re getting up.” Caleb shook his head and stood. Molly found himself regretting the loss of Caleb against him, wished he’d said no to the offer.
“It’s no trouble.” He watched as Caleb disappeared through the door, silent as a cat, and snuggled into the sheets. He’d go back to his own room. In a minute. The unfamiliar scent of the sheets was exciting and intimate and Molly didn’t really want to go anywhere…. Caleb returned only a minute later with a glass of water for Molly. He sat on the edge of the bed, not returning to his prior place, and Molly took that as a sign that it was time for him to depart. He drank down the water quickly and jumped up to get dressed. When he reached the door, Caleb stood and pulled him in for one last kiss, sweet and almost chaste.
“Good night, Mollymauk.”
“Good night, Caleb.”
Molly lingered a moment and then stepped through the door, purposefully walking to the door of the library without looking back at Caleb’s bedroom. He heard the door shut softly behind him just as he reached out to turn the handle on the library door, and then allowed himself to look back. Fuck. That was great sex. Molly couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such good sex, and he hadn’t even gotten fucked. As he settled into his own bed, pushing down the resentment that it was cold and he was in it alone, he tried to ignore the fluttering in his stomach as he let the warmth of the evening spread through his bones, relaxing him, and carry him off to sleep.