Widomauk cock warming

"I was thinking," Caleb starts, and if Molly didn't have a mouth full of his cunt he might make some sassy comment about how Caleb's /always/ thinking, "about when you made me keep your cock warm, a few weeks ago."

Molly sucks at a spot that causes Caleb's legs to clamp closed against his horns, makes him gasp loud and wrecked. "I'm listening?" Molly says, pulling back for a moment to look up at his lover proper. Caleb narrows his eyes in a perfectly clear instruction, and Molly goes back to work, licks at the sensitive nub of his cock standing almost straight out from his body.

"I want- ah-- I want to do that again. But different." With a shudder, Caleb draws his leg up from where it rests over Molly's shoulder, and sends him tumbling onto his ass with the sole of his boot against his chest. His cock jolts at that, being /shoved/, which is new; he mentally adds it to the list.

"You're going to keep me spread open until I'm ready. Does that sound acceptable?" Caleb runs his fingers through the folds of his labia as if to punctuate his point, and Molly can only nod dumbly.

"More than acceptable, darling." Molly breathes after a long moment, and Caleb moves, standing and stretching and walking on shaky legs to the writing desk on the opposite side of the room.

"Take off your pants and sit, Mollymauk." Caleb picks a book from the desk, flicking through it like it's the more interesting thing in the room, and Molly feels his blood go hot as he obeys, shucking off his leggings and practically falling onto the hard wood seat.

Caleb doesn't even look at him when he moves to straddle Molly's lap. He doesn't make a sound, only exhales slowly, when he sinks down onto Molly's cock in one practiced motion, and something about that nonchalance makes Molly groan even more than the aching, tight heat around his dick. Caleb takes another breath, steadier this time, and locks his arms on Molly's shoulders so he can read, studying without even /looking/ at him. Everything about it makes Molly want to move, fuck up into the lovely wet core of him, but something deep and heavy in his belly has him aching to be /good/ above even his own pleasure. He squeezes his eyes closed and tries to trust that feeling.

Caleb turns the page and the minute little motion narrows Molly's world to only where they connect, fills his brain with silk and cotton until he exists solely when he feels Caleb's breathing, or the restless tap of his left foot that Molly doesn't think Caleb ever notices himself doing. They've been in this /exact/ position before, he marvels, but it may as well be something entirely new for how different it feels; the heat of Caleb's body wrapped around him is no longer something Molly possesses, but the inverse. Molly is being used, /Molly/ is the tool for his lover's convenience and his own torture. He grips the sides of the chair so hard that his claws scratch the cheap wood, and what could be moments or a lifetime later, hears the sharp snap of a heavy book closing behind his head.

"You are better at this than I anticipated," Caleb says, leaning back so he can look him in the eyes, "I think you're ready for your reward, ja?"

Molly nods, unable to conjure the words to reply proper. It must be enough, though, because Caleb stands - oh, gods, the way it feels against his cock after all that /nothing/ - and makes his way back to the bed, flopping down onto his back. Molly follows, slowed by the painful tug of his erection when he walks, and kneels at the foot of the mattress. Caleb's legs are spread enough that Molly can see what he's done to him, how red and glistening and handsome his cock looks, and Molly's so deep now that a part of him almost wants to get his mouth on him again, find his pleasure in Caleb's pleasure only.

When Caleb beckons him closer, spreads his thighs wider, that fantasy dissolves. "You've done so nicely, Mollymauk. Make us both come, won't you?"

Molly's hands shake as he moves forward, lines himself up with Caleb's gorgeous heat for the second time. There is no order he would more happily obey.