Widomauk xeno

It looks something like a serpent in a flower, pearlescent with slick and purple-pink with interest. Caleb could stay looking at it all evening, on his knees with rapt attention, but Mollymauk's hands are growing tighter in his hair and he wants so badly to be good, so he leans in between his parted thighs and takes him into his mouth.

Mollymauk crumples against him immediately, doubled over and rocking his hips with a measure of polite restraint. He'd warned him that he was /sensitive/ this week, eager and unbridled with the ache of a heat in his belly, and while the shock of the silken smooth cock sliding against his palate is /very/ good, Caleb almost wishes Mollymauk would push further still.

"/Good/--" he rasps, and with the next cant of his hips comes a wash of liquid down Caleb's throat that leaves a tingly numbness in its wake, "Caleb, yes, that's /so/ good…"

Caleb knows, reasonably, that he's not doing anything beyond providing a warm place for Mollymauk to put his cock, but his cheeks still flush red from the praise. He hazards a swallow; it's easy enough, the protrusion of Mollymauk's sex is thinner than a human's and not as long, and the ridges down the underside feel pleasantly grounding when they graze his tongue. More fluid leaks from him, this time from the heart-shaped hole behind his cock, and the strength of Caleb's curiosity is only succeeded by how much it turns him on, feeling it drip down his neck and chest.

He pulls off Mollymauk's cock in the interest of both those feelings, after a hearty suck to the head. "Should I penetrate you here?" Caleb says, bringing two fingers up to the entrance, still steadily leaking.

Mollymauk nods so hard his whole body shakes. "Penetrate sounds so /bookish/, though. You can /fuck/ me there, definitely."

Caleb can't think of anything to say to that, so he half hides his face in Mollymauk's bare thigh - gods, the /heat/ of it - and slips a finger inside, and then another.

Mollymauk's skin is nothing compared to the burning heat inside him, wet and textured and tight from clenching down desperately. Caleb allows himself to think, just for a moment, about how it might feel to have his cock buried in this heat, giving Mollymauk whatever he needs in order to satiate his heat cycle. It sends sparks to his neglected dick, but he doesn't want to move a single finger away from Mollymauk's body, so he tries to soak in it; the anticipation, the /ache/.

Mollymauk's cock must feel the same, the bud reaching for Caleb's lips like it's got life in it. Caleb takes it happily, thrusts forward with his fingers as he pulls back on his cock, and it doesn't take long after that for Mollymauk to gasp, thighs shuddering around Caleb's ears as he peaks. He takes him in to the root, and despite the numbness in his throat he feels something change and expand, warm and bubbling behind his teeth. Mollymauk is knotting him, he realises, and the knowledge makes him sob around the fullness of his mouth and rush to slip his fingers out of Mollymauk's body, shoving them down his own pants as he ruts once, twice, and comes, slack-jawed and keening on the floor.

Mollymauk manages to ease out of his mouth after a minute, each motion sending jolts of lightning down his nerves. He brings one limber leg up level with the bed, airing himself out and exposing the mess of him, probably intentionally, to Caleb's eyes.

It's just as gorgeous and fascinating like this, slick and shining and pulsing with a visible heartbeat. Caleb doesn't have to look down to know he's disgusting, half numb and tingling down his chest from fluid and come and adrenaline. Mollymauk, however, looks at him like he's the prettiest toy he's got, and that counts for far more.