Widomauk rp

"What'll I do with a sweet little thing like you, eh?" Molly starts, eyes shining bright and feline in the darkness of their rented room. He says something in Infernal then, if it all wasn't enough already, and Caleb can't tell whether the knowing or not knowing has got him more excited. Regardless, he keeps his eyes downturned and a scowl on his face, strains-but-doesn't-really-strain against the ropes binding his wrists.

"Un-tie me." He manages, after a breath. It still feels so inorganic to say the opposite of how he feels, nothing like how naturally Molly stalks around the perimeter of the bed all playful and confident.

"I will if you want. I like my subjects eager. Are you /eager/ to service a demon god, sweet little mortal?"

Molly plays it /good/, is the thing, predatory and attractive like every beautiful man on the cover of Caleb's novels. It's Caleb that can't keep it up, the threat of a smile spills over to a full, snorting giggle that he tries to hide in his shoulder. "Demon /god/? Scheisse, Mollymauk, you couldn't help yourself…"

"Sto-/op/, you're ruining it!" Molly whines, but almost immediately he slips onto the bed to curl around Caleb and rut one horn gently against his shoulder, no malice anywhere to be found. Caleb melts, a little, at the warm contact. His arms are getting sore behind his back, but he /likes/ it, he thinks, especially with Molly /right there/. Warm lips find Caleb's neck, and that's /very/ good, helps him remember why they're here.

"Let's try again? This time… more affectionate incubus than demon king."

The crackle of a purr Caleb didn't realise he was hearing dies down as Molly starts to speak. "I thought I was doing a bloody good job, actually!"

"You were, you were," and there it is, the true desire to free himself from his ropes so that he might pet his lover's hair, "I'm very sorry for laughing."

Caleb feels it against his shoulder when Molly smiles, wild and easy. "You will be, when Slut Prince Incubus is done with you."