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Caleb sat in the dark inn room—the rest of the Nein downstairs drinking and, presumably, rabble rousing—and unwrapped his bandages. He had done it so many times he didn’t need to look anymore and that made it easier. It was easier when he didn’t have to see, didn’t have to have the raised and reddened skin of his scars seared back into his too-sharp memory, didn’t have to remember how those scars got there. He carefully rolled the used bandages and pulled a clean pair from the pocket of his coat—clean may be a bit of an overstatement but they had been rinsed in passably clean water since the last time he wore them…
Caleb stretched his arms out in front of himself and flattened his feet on the cool stone floor, exhaling and quieting his mind as best he could to begin re-bandaging.
Slam
The room door was thrown open and Caleb jumped to his feet, one hand landing on his component pouch while the other stretched out defensively in front of him.
“Be graced by my presence, oh ye of little fun.” It was just Molly. Caleb let out the breath he definitely wasn’t holding and relaxed his hand, pinching the bridge of his nose and sinking back down onto the bed.
“Scheiße, Mollymauk, this is your room also but I would still appreciate a courtesy knock. I nearly killed you.”
“I’d like to see you try, Magic Man!” Molly scoffed. He crossed the room and sat himself on the dresser, ignoring several perfectly good chairs and his own bed, right beside Caleb. “You know, it’s awfully hard for humans to study in the dark and you don’t much look like you were sleeping…did I interrupt something?” Molly continued with a smirk, lighting the lantern beside him.
Caleb blushed, suddenly very aware of the fact that he was dressed in only his underclothes. “Nein..I mean ja but not what you were implying…I was just preparing for bed.” Caleb felt Molly’s gaze sweep over him and land on his arms, uncovered, unhidden, for the first time and willed Molly to just get it over with. To ask the question he knew was coming, the question he still didn’t know how to answer; The question that left him shaking and stammering every time while he tried to think of a convincing lie or an adequate deflection. Caleb waited and prepared when he heard the quick breath Molly drew in.
“Those look itchy, would you like to borrow some of my cream?”
Caleb stopped…that was not the question he was expecting. “Was?”
“I have a cream, for scars, it helps with the itch. You don’t cut yourself up for a living and not pick up a few solutions for the aftermath!” Molly chuckled, gesturing to his torso, pale purple scars of long past intermingled with deep violet ones, magically healed but obviously recent.
“Thank you for the offer Mollymauk, but I’ll be alright. I’m just going to wrap them up and go to bed.” Caleb picked up the bandages again with what he hoped was a convincing smile.
“Nonsense! You’ll feel much better after, I promise.” Molly plucked the bandages out of Caleb’s hand and skipped off to his bag, tail swishing behind him. He returned a moment later with a pot of white ointment that smelled strongly herbal. “Arms out!”
Molly knelt between Caleb’s legs — gods he wasn’t going to focus on that imagery — and took his left arm in one beautiful, lavender hand. Gathering a dollop of the cream on his index and middle finger, Molly traced a line from Caleb’s elbow to his wrist before beginning to gently massage the cool balm into his arm with strong thumbs. Several minutes of silence passed, finally broken by Molly. “I’m not going to ask, you know.”
“Was?”
“I’m not going to ask where they came from. You can tell me, if you want to, but I get the feeling you don’t so I want you to know that I’m not going to ask”
Caleb felt his shoulders drop — how long had they been tensed up around his ears like that? — and saw a smile tug at Molly’s lips as he noticed the relaxation as well. They continued on in silence, Caleb trying to be subtle in his admiration of the beautiful man before him. Dark purple hair kept falling in Molly’s eyes but he would either flip his head to the side, ridiculous horn ornaments jangling, or he would blow a sharp puff of air out of the corner of his gorgeous full lips. He never took his hands off Caleb’s arm. This close he could see the dips where Molly’s fangs sat, hidden beneath his top lip and just the slightest peek of a pink tongue, poking out the side of his mouth in focus. Much too soon Molly sat back on his heels and said, “There we go, isn’t that better?”
He was right, of course, Caleb’s arms felt much less itchy now. “Yes, danke. If I may ask, what is that?”
“Not a worry! After I joined the circus Yasha noticed that I was struggling with my scars. I heal fast but they were so godsdamn itchy all the time, they kept me up at night and I was making it worse scratching at them all the time. One day she showed up with this cream and it sorted me out completely! I was a new man! She gets the ingredients when she’s off on her business and usually shows up with a fresh pot. I don’t actually know what’s in it though, you’re stuck sharing this batch with me for now, darling.”
“I wouldn’t want to impose Mollymauk, really, especially if you don’t have a sure way of getting more… We don’t know how long Yasha will be gone and if she will be able to gather the correct ingredients where she is… and you need it so much more than I do and…” Caleb cut himself off, realizing he was rambling. “Sorry. I mean, thank you…again…but I couldn’t possibly.”
A warm hand lands on Caleb’s cheek, gently guiding his face back so he was looking at Molly. Those wide scarlet eyes meeting his. “You’re not an imposition, Caleb.”
‘You’re not an imposition.’ The words shocked Caleb. Molly could have said so many things…chief among them, in Caleb’s mind, being some form of ‘you’re right, using my precious cream on you would be a waste’ but even ‘I don’t mind sharing’ or ‘I have plenty’ would have been more than he deserved. Instead, Mollymauk Tealeaf had cut through all his bullshit with the same precision he used to wield his scimitars and left the seething heat of his self loathing exposed like a gnoll’s intestines. “Molly…” Caleb started, not sure where he was taking the sentence but needing to regain control of the conversation before the tiefling could land any more blows.
Molly was too fast for him though. “I mean it, Magic Man. You’re not. Not to any of us but certainly not to me.”
That did it; Caleb couldn’t take it anymore. He needed Molly to be quiet. He needed Molly to stop saying such nice things, such pretty lies. He needed….Molly. He pitched forward, letting instinct guide him and pressed his lips to Molly’s.
Molly was moving backward…fuck…Caleb had fucked up, let his own stupid desire get ahead of him. Messed up a perfectly good friendship, ruined a good opportunity, a good group. He started to pull away, preparing to apologize, assure Molly that he’d be gone by morning. Nott liked these people, he wouldn’t take her away from them because he was an idiot…he wouldn’t tell her then, he’d just leave. He had been alone before, he could do it again…
Then he was pushed backward as Molly, readjusted, surged forward—There was the firm press of a tongue against his lips, asking for access that Caleb happily granted. The hand that had been resting on his cheek threaded through his hair, long nails dug into his scalp and Caleb moaned at the pricking sensation. Molly kissed like a hurricane—wet and dangerous, teeth clacking against Caleb’s as he pressed closer. It was all-consuming, all-encompassing. It felt like magic, like guano and sulphur being crushed through his fingers as a fireball burned to life in his belly.
Caleb was so caught up in the kiss that he didn’t realize what Molly’s other hand was doing until it had snaked it’s way under his small clothes and wrapped around his rapidly filling cock. He barely choked down a whimper, back arching and head flying back. Molly didn’t miss a beat, with Caleb’s lips out of reach he started pressing searing kisses along his jaw up toward his ear before taking an earlobe between his teeth. “Do you want this?” He hissed.
Caleb whined, nodding. Gods he wanted Molly. This peacock who had sashayed into his life with more scars and fewer cares than anyone Caleb had ever met. This man who overflowed with joy, sass, and—more than anything—love. Love oozed out of Molly for everyone and everything. Food, fighting, travel, booze, sex, that raven they saw on the road, Catha and all her phases, Ruidis and it’s mystery, luxurious bathhouses and backwater streams alike, the Nein—Molly loved all of it and shared his love so freely that it made all those around him love it too. He made Caleb love it too.
“Words, darling.”
“Molly…bitte…please…” Caleb barely managed the words, desire muddying his mind and tightening like a noose around his throat.
“Good boy.” Molly hummed, and then his hand was moving. Up, twisting expertly at the head and spreading precome along the shaft on the downstroke. Again and again, drowning Caleb in sensation and white hot pleasure. Caleb fell back onto the bed, one hand fisted in the sheets and the other coming up to his mouth to stifle his moans.
“Nu-uh Magic Man” Molly tutted, removing his hand from Caleb’s aching prick to pull the hand covering Caleb’s mouth to his horn. “If you want this, hold on and let me hear you.”
Caleb didn’t have a second to protest before a burning wet heat descended on his cock, wrenching a guttural yell from him. “Molly…scheiße…Mollymauk!”
Molly smirked up at him, which should not have looked as effortless as it did, and hummed. He looked pointedly at Caleb’s other hand and rolled his eyes up toward his empty horn before looking Caleb directly in the eyes.
Even lust-drunk as he was, Caleb was smart and took the wordless instruction, grasping Molly’s other horn. He rubbed his thumbs against the base of them, feeling where soft skin met hardened keratin. Molly shuddered, his tail whipping back and forth and eyes closing. When he opened his eyes again, vermillion meeting ocean blue, Molly sunk down to the root, taking Caleb fully…and stayed there. That devilish smirk returned, he winked up at the flushed ginger.
“Molly…I don’t want to hurt you…” Doubt crept up in Caleb, overwhelmed as he was.
Molly rolled his eyes again, throat tightening on Caleb as he swallowed, but otherwise unmoving.
“You’re a stubborn bastard sometimes, you know that?” Caleb chuckled.
Molly hummed again, the vibrations quickly crumbling Caleb’s resolve.
“Scheiße…put your hands on my thighs”
Molly furrowed his brows questioningly but obeyed.
“If it gets to be too much, or if you just want to stop, tap my leg three times”
Another eye roll.
“I mean it Mollymauk, show me.”
Molly raised his eyebrow, seemingly taken aback at Caleb’s sudden taking-charge, and tapped Caleb’s thigh three times with his right hand.
“Good boy.” Caleb stole Molly’s words, running out of his own. “Tap twice when you’re ready to begin.”
Molly flushed beneath him at the praise, a fact Caleb catalogued for later, and tapped his thigh twice more.
Caleb inhaled and slowly pulled Molly up his cock and back down, gradually building up the speed with which he fucked the tiefling’s mouth. “Fuck, Mollymauk…” he whimpered, eyes sliding shut. “You’re so good…”
Tap tap
Caleb looked down at Molly, whose tail was swishing back and forth so fast it could probably be considered a weapon of it’s own.
Tap tap
Molly tapped twice again, winking up at Caleb again.
“Do you want more?”
Tap tap
“You’re going to be the godsdamned death of me.” Caleb whispered.
Tap tap
Caleb smiled down at the incorrigible tiefling below him and let himself go, pulling Molly down roughly and grinding his hips up, setting a brutal pace.
Molly looked beautiful sliding up and down on his cock, drool streaming down the sides of his mouth, eyes wet with tears. When Caleb tried to slow down and give the tiefling room to breathe he would get two taps on his thigh and any concern melted away. Molly wanted this, wanted him, knew how to stop and was repeatedly telling Caleb that he didn’t want to. He kept his right hand on Caleb’s thigh and brought his left between his own legs.
It didn’t take long for the heat to coalesce deep in Caleb’s belly, tingles spreading through his face and fingers. “Close, gods Molly, I’m close”
Tap tap tap
Caleb froze, releasing his grip on Molly’s horns. Panic gripped his chest—he’d gone too far, too hard, he’d hurt Molly, he was sure of it. He looked down at Molly’s panting form below him, “was…Molly, I’m sorry…”
Molly looked up at him, confused, “Sorry?” He clocked the look of terror on Caleb’s face. “Oh darling, no…” He smiled. “I’m just not done with you yet”
“Was?”
“As much as I was enjoying that, and believe me I was. I want you to fuck me, if you’re amenable to that.”
Caleb’s cock, which had softened with his fear stirred back up at the thought. “Ja…bitte…”
Molly’s smile broke into a toothy grin as he stood, kicking his knee high boots off and pulling down his tights and underwear with the unnatural grace that only this lilac angel seemed to posses. Caleb didn’t realize he was just lying there staring until Molly cleared his throat, glancing down at his own body, still covered by his underclothes. He quickly busied himself removing them, banishing them to the corner of the room, before turning back to a completely naked Mollymauk Tealeaf. Lavender skin wrapped perfectly over lithe musculature, highlighted with the reds, greens, and blues of his tattoos and covered in scars that Caleb could only think of as beautiful. There were hundreds, possibly thousands of them covering nearly every inch of Molly, crisscrossing across his chest, abdomen, arms, and legs, and all Caleb could think about was laying Molly out so he could kiss each and every one of them.
That thought would have to wait for another time though because Molly was descending upon him, straddling him. Caleb barely had time to think before Molly was lining himself up and sinking down on his cock, slick and warm and so fucking tight. Caleb’s hands flew to Molly’s waist to steady him and Molly’s hands landed on his shoulders, seeking leverage as he rocked himself up and down. The room filled with the sounds of skin against skin, with the moans of both men as they moved together in perfect synergy.
Caleb’s vision was filled with purple, his nose filled with the scent of sweat and sex and the heady iron of Molly. He grabbed onto Molly’s horn again, using it to pull the tiefling down against his mouth, his other hand slipping between their bodies to rub tight circles over Molly’s dick. It wasn’t a kiss, it was wet, and warm, and messy as they panted into each others’ mouths, sharing oxygen and carbon dioxide in a dizzying whirlwind of lips and teeth.
Molly came first, his whole body tensing and releasing. The rhythmic pulses of his cunt sent Caleb careening over the edge with him, his vision whiting out and his ears filled with the sound of his rapidly beating heart. Blind and deaf to the world—like the split second between when he decided to lend his senses to Frumpkin and when they actually landed in the feline body, only elongated. He was floating, then falling, then crashing back into his body. He felt weight, and warmth, and vibration humming through his chest as he opened his eyes to find Molly purring on top of him.
“Well fuck me…” Molly rumbled, contentedly, looking up to meet Caleb’s eyes. “Scratch that, I don’t think I could take another round tonight.” He chuckled, rolling off Caleb’s chest to tuck himself against the human’s side.
“Me neither.” Caleb agreed, feeling a bone deep tiredness settle upon him. He maneuvered Molly so he was lying properly on the bed and cast a mage hand to fetch two glasses of water and a wet cloth. Molly sat up to drain the water before collapsing back down, letting Caleb fuss over wiping the sweat from his brow and the slick and semen from between his legs, shivering slightly with overstimulation as the rough cloth made contact with his dick.
With the tiefling clean and hydrated, Caleb stood and began to make his way over to the other bed.
“Get the fuck back here, Magic Man. I’m a cuddler.” Molly drawled, one eye glaring after Caleb as he patted the empty spot on the bed next to him.
Caleb returned to the bed, taking the spot indicated, and Molly wrapped himself around him— laying his head on Caleb’s chest, intertwining their legs, and wrapping his tail around Caleb’s calf—thoroughly claiming him. Caleb pulled the blanket up around them and listened as the tiefling’s breath slowed to a steady, sleepy rhythm.
“Thank you Mollymauk.” He whispered into violet hair before closing his eyes and falling into his own deep, dreamless sleep.
He didn’t see the smile Molly pressed into his chest.