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After much thought on the matter, Caleb decided to take Molly up on his constant flirting. He decided this at 4:36 am, his traditional bedside alarm clock ticking away in the darkness, after two years of confusion and building desire.
Before Molly, he had believed himself straight.
He acted on this decision at two minutes past midnight, a week and a half later, at Jester’s birthday party.
His plan was simple. Take Molly up on it. Do the experimentation most of his peers had done in their late teens and early twenties. Get Molly out of his system, so that he could figure out his sexuality with as little mess as possible, and without hurting anyone.
Molly had made it perfectly clear he was always up for a one night stand, experimentation. It would be easy, understood, and no doubt very enjoyable.
It was harder to remember this simple, logical, efficient plan when Molly was leaning on a wall in Jester’s flat, talking with a wide grin and dramatic hand movements, face alive and lovely, horn jewellery catching the light.
Tonight he wore a glittery crop top in the colours of an oil slick and tight, low-slung trousers. There was a trail of hair dipping down into the waistband. Caleb wanted to touch it.
Molly caught him looking and waved, and winked. Caleb felt his face go hot. He jerked his head in the direction of the hallway, which was currently empty, and relatively safe for a conversation like this.
Molly shrugged and followed him.
Caleb felt almost sick with nerves.
“What’s up, Mr Caleb?” Molly asked when they were alone.
“Um,” Caleb said. Suddenly the articulate and persuasive things he’d practiced saying were gone. “You flirt with me a lot.”
Molly grinned wide. “I sure do. You’re a handsome man.” his expression changed. “Do you want me to stop? I can -”
“No! No, no. I want. To take you up on your, um, offers.”
Molly’s smile spread across his face, slow and wicked, with more than a glint of teeth.
“Is that so?” he murmured, and stepped closer. His tail lashed behind him.
“Ja. I have been. Uh, wondering -”
“Oh, no need to explain. I get a lot of curious people,” Molly said.
Well, that was easy, Caleb thought with a rush of relief.
“I think - just the once?” Caleb said.
“I understand.”
“And -” Caleb leaned in. “Can we be discreet?”
Leaning in as he did, he missed the brief complicated emotions that crossed Molly’s face.
“Of course we can,” Molly said.
Caleb was quite proud of himself. So far this had gone exactly as he planned, and he wouldn’t have gossip and questioning and nosiness if it turned out he was straight after all.
While Caleb’s face was there, close to the curve of Molly’s cheek, close enough to catch the perfume he was wearing, Molly murmured into his ear.
“There’s some choices to make though, darling. If you want to get fucked -” Caleb sucked in a breath - “We’ll need to head to mine. I left my dick at home. Anything else, hells, we could do some things in the alley round the corner.”
Caleb felt a little dizzy. He had to concentrate on not getting hard immediately.
If Caleb was honest, he’d been thinking about all the things he and Molly could do for at least a year now. Images of what they’d be like in bed together confusing him, getting in the way of figuring himself out. And the thought of getting fucked was exciting and frightening all at once.
He only had the once with Molly though, he had promised himself that. And he couldn’t do everything he’d masturbated about in one evening.
He was too excited to wait, and his flat was closer.
“Mine,” he said. It came out sounding strangled and he cleared his throat. “Let’s go to mine.”
Molly laughed. “Good by me,” he said. “No point wasting time, I’ve wanted to see you naked forever. Let me just get my coat.”
Caleb stood stunned for a moment before gathering his own things.
Molly kissed him on their way to the taxi rank, his tongue slipping into Caleb’s mouth and sending shudders down his spine and into his dick. They kissed again in the taxi, Molly laughing into his mouth when they caught the driver’s eyes on them in the rearview mirror.
“Oh, he was into it,” Molly said when the taxi drove off, “He thought we were hot together.” Molly’s hand slotted in his, warmer by far than any human’s.
Caleb, more impatient than he’d planned to be, hard behind his fly, wanting, wanting - Caleb tugged at Molly’s hand towards his block of flats. He fumbled the door code once because Molly’s mouth was on his neck. He managed it the second time, and opted to take the stairs to the second floor instead of the lift because at that moment Molly looked very much like the sort of person who’d do indecent things in a lift regardless of if the cameras worked.
More kissing at his door as he opened it, then more inside his small, cosy flat.
“Shoes off,” he said between kisses. Molly rolled his eyes, but with affection. He kicked off his shoes and left them scattered across Caleb’s worn carpet, a little shorter now without his heels on.
They left a trail of discarded clothing on their way to the bedroom.
Caleb had never had so little doubt and anxiety about his naked body before. Molly touched him like he was beautiful, like there was no possible world in which he could be undesirable, those warm fingers grazing his waist, his arms, his jaw. One claw caught a nipple and Caleb gasped.
“Like it a bit rough?” Molly’s eyes were bright.
“I don’t know,” Caleb said, too turned on for anything but honesty. “I have never tried. You are-“
“Your first Tiefling?” Molly cocked his head, eyes on Caleb’s.
“No - Yes. My first one night stand. My first - It’s only been women. “ He wasn’t scared, saying that.
Molly’s smile softened. “Well then,” he said. “We’ll just have to make sure it’s amazing, to justify your bravery in asking for it.”
Only been women, and not many of them. Caleb could count his lovers on the fingers of one hand, and not need the thumb.
That didn’t matter, not with the way Molly pressed up against him, hot bare skin against Caleb, clever fingers working at Caleb’s only remaining clothes, his jeans. Easing the button undone, pulling down the zip. Caleb was so hard, and Molly’s hand was hot over his boxers, fingertips tracing out the line of his erection.
“Molly,” he said, “Please.” Not knowing what he was asking for.
“Hm.” Molly licked a hot line up his neck. “You want me?”
Caleb could only moan. Molly was so hot against him. Molly’s teeth scraped his neck. Molly’s hands teased him. Caleb walked them backwards until the back of his knees hit his bed.
“Molly,” he said, desperate. “Please.”
Against his throat Molly’s breath hitched, shuddered.
“Whatever you want,” he murmured. “Whatever you want.”
“I - I don’t know. If I knew - this is why I asked you. You have all this experience -”
“Ok. Ok,” Molly soothed. “Alright.” He kissed Caleb, hard enough for his teeth to draw a little blood. “Can I touch your cock? I want to touch you.”
“Ja. Ja, bitte, Molly. Touch me. Touch my - ah -”
Molly slipped his hand into Caleb’s boxers, that slim, hot hand stroked his length in a slow, teasing movement.
“Oh,” he said. “You’re so hard for me.”
“Ja, ja, Molly. Hard for you. Please.”
“Take these off for me, Caleb. How do you feel about me riding you?”
Caleb felt very good about that.
“Ja…” He pushed his jeans and boxers down as one thing, dragging his feet out, and he sat down hard on the bed, panting. Molly leaned in for another kiss, then stepped back. Caleb’s hands reached out without his say so.
“Ah, ah,” Molly said. His voice was rough. “Watch.” His tight, tight trousers, more brightly coloured leggings than anything, were in the way of Caleb seeing everything of Molly.
Molly’s hands were unsteady as his pushed his leggings down, revealing the thick, curly purple-black hair at his groin. Molly was wet, so wet Caleb could smell the musk of him, so wet it glistened on the curls of his pubic hair.
Caleb did that. Caleb did that to Molly, who’s slept with more people than Caleb even knows.
“You got a condom?” Molly said and Caleb nodded, but not before leaning forward at an awkward angle to kiss Molly’s treasure trail like he’d wanted to for so long. Molly moaned and it made Caleb’s blood sing.
“I want - “ Caleb said “Can I lick you?”
“Fuck. Gods. Yes. Hold on.”.
Another kiss, sloppier this time. The Molly crawled onto the bed beside him, fingertips trailing his shoulders on the way past. He arranged himself and spread his legs, lewd, shameless, wonderful.
Caleb’s mouth was watering.
Molly beckoned him over with one sharp-clawed finger and a filthy smile.
“Put your smart mouth to good use, Mr. Caleb.”
Caleb shuffled himself around and crawled between Molly’s legs, feeling exposed, feeling horny beyond belief. This close the musky smell of Molly’s wet cunt was overwhelming, dizzying. Molly parted his pussy lips with his fingers so Caleb got a pornographically clear close-up, under the yellowish gleam of his bedroom light.
Caleb took a deep breath through his nose.
I did that, he thought again. I turned Molly on this much.
It was a wonderful power to have.
He traced his tongue delicately over the lips, heard Molly take a sharp inhale, barely a gasp. Molly tasted good, sharply musky. Made his tongue tingle. Molly’s hips moved in tiny jerks, trying to get his clit closer to Caleb’s tongue and well. Caleb wanted in this moment to please him, give him whatever he wanted.
“Come on. Come on, Caleb.”
Well, alright.
Caleb moved up to Molly’s clit , flicking his tongue against and around the hard bud. This he knew, at least, and Molly was vocal enough to let him know he was doing a good job. Molly’s hand twisted into his hair, flexed hair then released. That felt good though, the pull against his scalp so he broke off, his lips sticky.
“You can put your hand in my hair.”
“Oh gods, how are you so -”
Molly’s head fell back.
But his hand tightened in Caleb’s hair.
Caleb sucked on Molly’s clit and Molly howled, tugging Caleb closer and grinding into his face. Caleb’s mouth was slick, his stubble wet, his cock so hard it hurt.
This was the best sex had ever been for him. Molly was so responsive, so eager, and exactly who he wanted in bed with him.
“Gods, Caleb, Gods, I’m - fuck, Caleb, so good. So good, keep - oh - fuck -”
Molly degraded into wordless noises mixed with swearing. His thighs trembled and he got, impossibly, even wetter, before those same wonderful thighs clenched hard around Caleb’s head and he came with a shout and his hand tight in Caleb’s hair. Caleb’s mouth was flooded with slick, his nose full of Molly.
He kissed Molly’s thigh as Molly shook and came down, nuzzled it really, rubbing his stubble against the delicate skin.
“Alright,” Molly said, breathless. “Wow. Fuck.”
Caleb laughed against Molly’s thigh. He could be flying right now and couldn’t feel better.
“And I was going to show you a good time,” Molly said.
Caleb kissed his inner thigh again. “I’m looking forward to it,” he said, a little muffled.
This all just felt so right, so good.
He let Molly recover. He wanted to be inside him, very badly, but he could wait. This was all he’d ever have with Molly, and he wanted it to be perfect.
He crawled up over Molly’s body and kissed him, hard and wanting, loving the lazy slide of Molly’s tongue against his own. To think, he could have done this months ago, had this all along.
Had this that once, he meant.
Molly nudged at his shoulder with one beringed hand.
“Roll over. On your back, darling.”
Caleb obeyed.
“Condoms are in the cabinet drawer,” he said, a little belatedly. Molly grinned at him, and went rifling through.
“Well stocked, Caleb,” he said.
“Well,” Caleb said, and stopped. How could he say these things? I planned this. I didn’t know what you’d need. I prepared for this and bought multiple condoms and lubes from Eros Lovestore. It cost about £50. That’s how much I wanted this, wanted you.
“I like to be prepared,” is what he said.
“It’s very hot,” Molly said, and Caleb preened under his approval.
Molly picked out a condom and opened it carefully. He approached Caleb, his red eyes focused, his mouth a little open. He looked like a fantasy.
He kissed his way down Caleb, started with gentle nuzzles and nips at his jaw that made Caleb sigh and twist his head to reveal more neck. Then Caleb’s collar bones, leaving a lovebite there -
“I had to leave one,” Molly said, “But no-one will see it there with what you wear.” -
Down his chest, sucking and biting on the nipples. Caleb now barely knew what to do with his voice, his hands. He had never felt so good or so wanting in all his life.
Down his stomach, which twitched and jumped at the contact.
Molly lingered at Caleb’s hip bones.
“Watch,” he said.
And he rolled the condom down with his tongue.
Gods.
Molly’s handsome face and glittering eyes looking up from Caleb’s crotch, lips stretched round his dick, was almost more than he could bear.
“Molly,” he gasped. “Bitte.”
Caleb’s cock was obscenely hard, flexing under the condom like it had a will of his own. Molly slid his lips off and smirked at him, and gods only knew what he saw.
Molly stole one more quick and surprisingly tender kiss before he swung his leg over Caleb, straddling his hips. He held Caleb’s cock against his pubic hair and ground his hips down. It looked amazing. And there was the promise of it, that Caleb could soon be inside all that satiny wet heat.
“You want it?” Molly said. “Caleb, you want it?
“Yes, please. Bitte. Molly, please. I want to be inside you. I want to fuck you.”
Caleb thought he knew what it looked like when Molly blushed now. He was a darker and more pink-toned purple across his cheeks, down his lovely scarred chest.
Molly moved his hips up, up - and let Caleb’s sheathed dick slide across the opening off his pussy.
“I don’t think you really want it, Caleb,” he said, teasing in tone though breathless. “You seem fine to me.”
“I’ll beg if you want to. Molly, please. Please, bitte, please. Please let me fuck you. Molly, you are so lovely. Let me fuck you, let me inside you. I want it, I promise.”
A shaky laugh from Molly. “Alright then.”
And then in one smooth motion he lifted up, positioned Caleb’s dick, and sank down on it.
Oh. Oh.
Molly was so hot inside. Even with the condom, Caleb could tell he was slick, and holding Caleb tight, and so hot Caleb might burn up from the inside out. Caleb’s eyes rolled back in his head and he thought he shouted, and Molly began to move.
One hand on the headboard, the other pressing down on Caleb’s chest, Molly rode him, hard and fast, choosing angles to suit. Caleb could only lie there under the onslaught, though he had enough presence of mind to bring his thumb to Molly’s clit, use Molly’s own wetness to smooth the way.
“Hmm. Oh,” Molly gasped. “Fuck.”
Caleb brought his other hand to Molly’s hip, to support his weight as he moved. He looked up at Molly, stunned by what he’d been avoiding so long.
“I think you are the most beautiful thing that has ever been in this bed,” he said, between gasps and moans.
Molly moaned. “Second. Second most beautiful,” he said, and moved his hand from Caleb’s chest to his cheek.
His eyes were full of something Caleb couldn’t name.
Caleb knew the signs of Molly’s impending orgasm after the first, but now he could watch it on his face. How the brows drew in, his nose wrinkled in a way that shouldn’t have been cute, but was. How near the end it looked almost like a snarl. Then in one glorious release his mouth fell open and he almost screamed, holding still for just a second, before he brushed away Calebs thumb with a shaky hand.
“One minute,” he said, muzzy. “One - minute.” He drooped down over Caleb and rested his face against Caleb’s chest, against his heart. Caleb thrust up, wanting.
“Yeah, do that. I want you to come.”
Fuck.
Molly slumped against his chest and breathing hard, Caleb fucked up into the tight heat of his body, chasing friction, chasing orgasm. It was looking at Molly’s blissed out face that got him there, the smeared eyeliner and dark lashes against his cheek. He came harder than he could remember, thrusting a few more times in uncoordinated confusion before he lay still, the sweat cooling on his body.
After a period of time that could have been seconds or centuries, Molly rolled off him, letting Caleb’s softening cock slip from inside him. He lay beside Caleb, one arm across his face, panting.
Caleb couldn’t stop looking at him.
Score one for ‘not straight’ a part of him said.
They cooled down under Caleb’s bedroom light, on top of his utterly destroyed bedsheets. The duvet was somewhere over the room. Caleb rolled the condom off and dropped it in the small bin beside the bed.
“Convenient,” Molly muttered from beside him.
Caleb kept his eyes on Molly.
Eventually he moved his arm and looked at Caleb with one, red, gleaming eye.
“Enjoy yourself? Everything you wanted?”
Caleb nodded, and then - “Yes,” he said. “Very much so.”
Molly smiled to himself.
“So,” he said. “I can go if you want, but I can stay too, and that avoids a second taxi fare.”
Caleb nodded. That made sense. And he didn’t feel good about kicking Molly out after - after that.
“Stay,” he said. “Please.”
Molly turned a sweet smile on him. It made Caleb feel like he was lit up inside.
“Gotta warn you. I’m a cuddler.”
That was alright. Caleb thought he could cope.