[His tail lashes a bit, twisting in sensitivity, and Molly locks his knees tighter around Ren's hips out of surprise, more than anything. It takes him a second to relax into it. Like a cat, he interprets sensation there and immediately goes on the alert, expecting pain. He breathes in and out between his teeth, leaning a bit into the tight grip on his jaw, and then he dips forward, flattening his palms on either side of Ren's head and pushing himself up. It means moving himself out of the way of Ren's hands to facilitate it, but they're both being punitive in how they move, and if Ren wants to sit up or try to flip him this time, he's going to miss this feat of flexibility.
He is, after all, extremely flexible.
Balanced entirely on his hands and looking directly into Ren's eyes, he hooks one toe into the leg of one side of his pants and starts pulling. They're already mostly off at this point, but he lets those acrobatic muscles of his stretch to their fullest, teasing and tantalizing. He chastises all the while.] This isn't interesting enough? Gods, you're hard to please.
[He gives his pants leg one last kick, and that's the end of that. Tattooed, scarred, and in possession of what can only be the inspiration for the eggplant emoji. And if Ren's thinking that little acrobatic striptease took too long, Molly punctuates it by pressing his bony knee against his inner thigh, rubbing up against him through his pants as a little preview while he deals with Ren's in-the-way clothing.] This may not go as far as it could. [His breath hitches a bit, and despite presenting all the control of someone who is experienced and fully aware of both his limitations and the lengths he can hold out, he's aching. That tail thing knocked him down a peg and despite everything, he wants Ren's hands there again. Later- he'll guide him there later. That is a very delicate trigger.] We're not exactly prepared.
[Leave it to Molly to advocate for safe sex, though it's less about safety and more about not completely ruining the experience for Ren. Ren may be pretty kinky for a first-timer, but nobody's that kinky.] But you're gonna have fun. That I can promise.
[They both will. Gods, he has no regrets about this, even if it's entirely brought on by aphrodisiacs that he didn't intend to breathe in. He won't examine that closely. He fully believes he could have run the other direction and dealt with the ache in his lower body on his own terms were this to get ugly.
But they're both down and game, and Ren's pants are coming off, and that's the important part.]
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He is, after all, extremely flexible.
Balanced entirely on his hands and looking directly into Ren's eyes, he hooks one toe into the leg of one side of his pants and starts pulling. They're already mostly off at this point, but he lets those acrobatic muscles of his stretch to their fullest, teasing and tantalizing. He chastises all the while.] This isn't interesting enough? Gods, you're hard to please.
[He gives his pants leg one last kick, and that's the end of that. Tattooed, scarred, and in possession of what can only be the inspiration for the eggplant emoji. And if Ren's thinking that little acrobatic striptease took too long, Molly punctuates it by pressing his bony knee against his inner thigh, rubbing up against him through his pants as a little preview while he deals with Ren's in-the-way clothing.] This may not go as far as it could. [His breath hitches a bit, and despite presenting all the control of someone who is experienced and fully aware of both his limitations and the lengths he can hold out, he's aching. That tail thing knocked him down a peg and despite everything, he wants Ren's hands there again. Later- he'll guide him there later. That is a very delicate trigger.] We're not exactly prepared.
[Leave it to Molly to advocate for safe sex, though it's less about safety and more about not completely ruining the experience for Ren. Ren may be pretty kinky for a first-timer, but nobody's that kinky.] But you're gonna have fun. That I can promise.
[They both will. Gods, he has no regrets about this, even if it's entirely brought on by aphrodisiacs that he didn't intend to breathe in. He won't examine that closely. He fully believes he could have run the other direction and dealt with the ache in his lower body on his own terms were this to get ugly.
But they're both down and game, and Ren's pants are coming off, and that's the important part.]