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The dark of the alleyway emboldens him, makes it easy for Caleb to take Mollymauk's wrist in his fingers, lead his hand down below the waistband of his trousers til his knuckles graze the heat between Caleb's legs. "Look what you've done," he whispers, only manages it once his face is hidden away in Mollymauk's neck. It makes him burn with embarrassment harsh enough to match the natural heat of Mollymauk's body, doubly so when he feels the other man suck in a deep breath, skin shivering under Caleb's cheek.

"Oh," he breathes, pushes his fingers experimentally between Caleb's lips until he finds the thick pool of slick at his entrance, "very, /very/ sorry. I'll clean that up right away."

Caleb almost stops him, tells him to wait until they're back some place more private, but when Mollymauk's knees hit the cobblestone and his breath ghosts against Caleb's stiffening cock, all language is knocked from him. Mollymauk hauls one of Caleb's thighs over his shoulder, works his pants low as they can go, and kisses him with the enthusiasm of biting into one's favourite fruit. It hits Caleb beneath his navel, has him gasping and covering his mouth and then gasping again, around his fingers, as Mollymauk sucks at him.

The sound of laughter from the main thoroughfare makes him jump - though it doesn't much turn him off, /fuck/ - and Mollymauk rubs a soothing palm on his hipbone as the sound fades into the distance. "I'll be quick, hm?" He says, pulling back, and then that long fuchsia tongue is breaching Mollymauk's lips and then Caleb's, the fork of it nestling either side of his dick with an agonising friction that has him doubling over, orgasm taking him by surprise as Mollymauk sucks him in proper, so hard and eager that Caleb feels as if his legs might buckle. If he sobs from it, either nobody hears or they don't care, and something about that causes shivers down his spine in a way he doesn't think it would've before Mollymauk.

After a final broad stroke of his tongue, Mollymauk stands, palms radiating welcome warmth on either side of his waist as Caleb rights himself. "Didn't think you had it in you, darling, out here with all these people. You did splendidly."

Caleb kind of hates the way his body clenches around nothing at the praise, except he doesn't hate it at all. He clears his throat, takes a big breath. "Ja, well, once we're in a /bed/ you won't even have to get me ready before you can fuck me."

He can't manage to look Mollymauk in the eye after that, but he doesn't need to see his face to know how badly that gets him. The walk back to their inn is brisk and full of backroads.