[Pushy, pushy. Molly would point out that is a liar, first and foremost, and that anything he says should be taken with a grain of salt, but that would require him to stop concentrating on what he's doing. So he rolls his eyes in good-natured fun, even if Ren is in no position to see it and goes further, increasing the tempo of his movements in increments, working up speed even as his exploration reaches as far as it go without a hint of pause. His tongue caresses, tracks sensitive areas that trigger reactions and lean into them. Now that he's stopped playing, he's following Ren's lead, guided by the hands in his hair and around his horns and the kicks and squirms.
He pops off once so he can reorient himself, breathing heavily with more excitement than anything else. Molly's approach to life is entirely based on pleasing himself and other people and some of that feeds into the other like a perpetual loop. He digs his fingers into Ren's hips and leans forward to take Ren's mouth in his, their hips rubbing together and urging a little more friction in the absence of a wandering tongue. The kiss is tender, surprisingly, in comparison to the bites, but it comes with the added bonus of lingering blood and Ren's own taste. He grins against his mouth and whispers, slyly.] You're impatient.
[And then he's back to where he was before, raking his hips briefly against him to further stimulate what he feels must be a close climax, and goes in for the kill with full intention to reach the conclusion this time with every movement of mouth and tongue down his length and the sensation of nails on skin.]
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He pops off once so he can reorient himself, breathing heavily with more excitement than anything else. Molly's approach to life is entirely based on pleasing himself and other people and some of that feeds into the other like a perpetual loop. He digs his fingers into Ren's hips and leans forward to take Ren's mouth in his, their hips rubbing together and urging a little more friction in the absence of a wandering tongue. The kiss is tender, surprisingly, in comparison to the bites, but it comes with the added bonus of lingering blood and Ren's own taste. He grins against his mouth and whispers, slyly.] You're impatient.
[And then he's back to where he was before, raking his hips briefly against him to further stimulate what he feels must be a close climax, and goes in for the kill with full intention to reach the conclusion this time with every movement of mouth and tongue down his length and the sensation of nails on skin.]