Nutt

It's not the first time Molly's been inside him, but it's the first /like this/, with the weight of a warm, magicked cock filling Caleb 'til his legs go numb with pinpricks.

Molly is good, for his inexperience in this role. His hips never still but he makes sure every thrust is for Caleb as much as it's selfish, gratifying but /slow/ in a way that has them both gasping with each press of the ridged edge inside him.

"Molly," Caleb rasps, brings a barely-operational hand between their bodies to graze over the exposed root of him, "don't pull out."

And gods, he's never seen Molly so ruined by something he's said before. He gasps, presses his face into Caleb's neck and his cock deep in his hole, and the tremble to his limbs makes Caleb feel so powerful in his subservience, so /sure/.

"You can't say that…" Molly manages. And then, after a long, focused breath, "You can't say that unless you mean it."

"Why wouldn't I mean it?" Caleb says as he hitches his legs higher, lets Molly get deeper. His knees are bent in the air either side of Molly's middle, and he's sure he'd feel ridiculous if it weren't for how it makes the tiefling whine.

It's not long after that the heat inside him turns molten and he watches Molly lose himself, sweat on his knitted brow as his knot expands, buried in Caleb deep. Caleb feels the stretch in every nerve and he barely has to rut down five times before he's coming with a strangled, unattractive sob, incapable of articulating Molly's name on his lips.

When it passes, little electric bolts shooting through his legs, Molly's looking at him so fond that he can't find it in himself to give much of a fuck about anything else.

"Guess I'll be staying here a second." Molly says, aiming for irreverent and landing closer to absolutely shattered.

"You wouldn't leave anyway." Caleb mutters, head lolled against the pillow.

Molly grins in that way he does when he knows he's been caught, and Caleb lets his eyes fall shut, the heat of tiefling skin soothing his  ache.