Nut

Mollg spills down his throat, hissing through his teeth and tugging at Caleb's hair when he swallows around his cock. Caleb knew, in theory, that tieflings were warm all the way through, but the sensation of cum burning down his throat like perfectly hot tea is nothing Caleb could have prepared himself for.

Molly eases himself back with a satisfied groan until he's lying prone on the bed, his bare legs still hanging off the edge. Caleb is glad for it; while Molly isn't able to see, he brings a hand to his sternum and follows the warm feeling down, pressing gentle when it reaches his belly. It feels /full/, as he's coming to get used to more and more these days, and the slight squish underneath his navel makes him feel… a lot.

"Get up here." Molly sounds ruined and breathless, and Caleb is weak for him. He crawls onto the bed beside him, curled up with his front against Molly's hipbone, and it's barely a second before warm, spent limbs are draped over his.

"You look amazing sucking cock, sweetheart." His fingers in Caleb's hair are much gentler now, uncurling and remaking the ringlets behind his ears.

Caleb exhales heavily to try and cool the rising blush on his cheeks. "Well. You insisted so heavily I dared not say no."

"Ah. Of course." Molly winks, those red eyes glowing almost pink in the candlelight, and slaps the exposed sliver of Caleb's stomach playfully. "Your /cat who got the cream/ expression is just a coincidence."

"Lewd."

"Every day, if I can help it."

It feels nice, Caleb thinks, as they fall into a relaxed sort of silence, dozing together almost completely sideways on the bed. He is warm, and fed, and /kept/, just a little, just as much as he keeps Molly in return. It feels very, very nice indeed.