Mollycalebyasha

"/Harder/," Molly rasps, and he must be louder than he thought because Yasha brings a hand to his mouth almost immediately, shoves two fingers inside that press down cold on his tongue. They taste like both of them together, and that makes him moan like he's in heat, keening into the pillow as Yasha takes him from behind, just how he likes best. She grunts a warning, and he manages to not scream against her palm at the electric sensation when she shifts her other hand between his legs to rub him.

Beside them, sitting on a pillow on the ground, Caleb is the only one who's silent. When Molly last looked, he wasn't even touching himself, just staring rapt with his pretty cock straining against his pants. Even the thought of it makes his mouth water; a lovely dick, not too big but perfectly curved, the way it turns pink when Molly licks the length of it… it's enough to make him desperate for it, nip gently at Yasha's fingers until she removes them and he can speak.

"Cae, c'mere, wanna touch you too…" he manages, a trace of Infernal in his accent when Yasha grabs his hip and /impales/ him on her. He swears a word he barely remembers the translation for, and cranes his neck as far as he can so he can look at her. "Let him?"

Yasha raises a brow. She'd almost look disinterested if her cheeks and lips weren't such a pretty deep red. He arches against her, back bowing before he even really thinks about it, desperate to make her desperate.

"Caleb isn't my… area." She settles on. "He can do what he wants."

What he wants, apparently, is to be close; it feels like barely a second passes before Caleb is on the bed, prying Molly's pillow out of his grasp so he can replace it himself, now blessedly pantsless. "You can rest on me." He says, wiping Molly's hair from his face, and it's such a sweet thought that Molly actually considers not sucking his soul out through his cock for a moment.

The moment passes when Yasha thrusts into him at an angle that has him shaking and jolting forward; he paws at Caleb's crossed legs until they spread, and it hurts /so/ nicely when he takes him to the root in one motion, the ache in his throat from his moans making him feel raw and tender.

"I won't last…" Caleb warns. Molly raises his head just as Yasha's fingers come to find him again, rubbing circles over the flesh between his thighs until he feels damp and ruined there, feels the wetness running down his legs til it ruins the sheets.

Molly squeezes around her, waits for her gasp and the tightening of her hands on his hips before he licks a long stripe up Caleb's length again. "I'll make sure of that," he says, and he never breaks a promise.