[Molly giggles- actually giggles- though it's muffled with his face in the position it's currently in. It still sends a ripple of vibration in sensitive areas that has to be wholly intentional. Molly's met people before who treat blood and pain with the same reverence as pleasure and for a person who bleeds as much as he does, he's allowed it on both sides.] It's gonna leave a mark.
[It's practically sing-songed, no longer muffled for a brief moment as he tilts his head, letting the edge of his horn dig in a little more, He'll deal with that in a second, don't you worry. There's some things people don't want to be bitten no matter how needy they are.
He dips back down, digging his fingers into the flesh of Ren's left leg as his tongue seeks out the area that makes Ren quiver in need the most and then bites. He could tear flesh with those fangs if he were uncivilized. Probably. He's never actually tried, after all. But just a bite is those same two sharp pinpricks that went into his shoulder earlier magnified by a hundred just from location and additional force. That's probably going to scar. Molly, covered in scars, cannot possibly be arsed to concern himself with that. He lifts his head up and over just to spit blood into the grass before resuming his work.
He's been so occupied with marking up Ren's thighs and teasing him into getting blood flowing in the right places he hasn't even paid much attention to the cock-related parts until now as he pulls back just enough to give an assessment, eyes heavy lidded and blood on the corners of his mouth.] You're not gonna want me to bite for this.
[He does not wait for that to garner a reaction or a protest- he goes for it like a pro. You learn pretty quickly that when you use sex as an extension of kindness, conversation, and fun that people always react favorably to good old-fashioned oral, and they are more likely to do whatever you want if you're good with your tongue. Or if you have no gag reflex. A dick is not a curved sword. Of fucking course he can swallow it.
He doesn't start with that reveal, however- he's a showman, first and foremost, and Ren is definitely having a good time at Cirque du Mollymauk's Mouth so far. Regardless of biting, Molly's fangs are still present, even if he isn't digging, and the prick a bit as he runs his tongue around the tip, exploring, while his fingernails dig crescent moon shapes into Ren's hips and the tips of his horns dig into flesh with every tightening of the thighs.]
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[It's practically sing-songed, no longer muffled for a brief moment as he tilts his head, letting the edge of his horn dig in a little more, He'll deal with that in a second, don't you worry. There's some things people don't want to be bitten no matter how needy they are.
He dips back down, digging his fingers into the flesh of Ren's left leg as his tongue seeks out the area that makes Ren quiver in need the most and then bites. He could tear flesh with those fangs if he were uncivilized. Probably. He's never actually tried, after all. But just a bite is those same two sharp pinpricks that went into his shoulder earlier magnified by a hundred just from location and additional force. That's probably going to scar. Molly, covered in scars, cannot possibly be arsed to concern himself with that. He lifts his head up and over just to spit blood into the grass before resuming his work.
He's been so occupied with marking up Ren's thighs and teasing him into getting blood flowing in the right places he hasn't even paid much attention to the cock-related parts until now as he pulls back just enough to give an assessment, eyes heavy lidded and blood on the corners of his mouth.] You're not gonna want me to bite for this.
[He does not wait for that to garner a reaction or a protest- he goes for it like a pro. You learn pretty quickly that when you use sex as an extension of kindness, conversation, and fun that people always react favorably to good old-fashioned oral, and they are more likely to do whatever you want if you're good with your tongue. Or if you have no gag reflex. A dick is not a curved sword. Of fucking course he can swallow it.
He doesn't start with that reveal, however- he's a showman, first and foremost, and Ren is definitely having a good time at Cirque du Mollymauk's Mouth so far. Regardless of biting, Molly's fangs are still present, even if he isn't digging, and the prick a bit as he runs his tongue around the tip, exploring, while his fingernails dig crescent moon shapes into Ren's hips and the tips of his horns dig into flesh with every tightening of the thighs.]