[Ren's reactions don't hesitate any more than the rest of him - there's a luxuriant shudder through him when Molly's mouth starts exploring in earnest, and his fingers loosen for just a moment before tightening again to act as guide. His hips sometimes roll towards Molly's mouth with a particularly enjoyable stroke of the tongue, and sometimes jerk more harshly when it doesn't seem like Ren was quite expecting to enjoy the attention as much as he ended up doing, creating a pattern of expected and unexpected movements and thrusts into the mouth to help guide what's getting him more and more aroused and what isn't quite doing it for him.
A pleasured hum catches in his throat when Molly digs fingers into his hips, but by the time Molly's hips grind down and make Ren gasp sharply in pleasure again, it's muffled by the mouth against his, the sound vibrating between their lips. He pushes back against the kiss, recognising that it's tender enough that he probably shouldn't bite but at the same time seeking out something deeper with his tongue. His tongue flicks into the metallic taste of his own blood and sweat and he lets out a breathless moan, pressing insistently into Molly's mouth to try and taste more of it before the kiss breaks and he lets out a faint whine as if he wasn't quite done yet.
Molly's words distract him from that well enough, though, and he smiles right back against his lips for the brief time they're still there.] Maybe you should have thought of that before you pushed me down here.
[It's a playful, amused little tone - Ren's always been pushy about being crushed, insistent to see every ounce of whatever someone has to exert power over him, to make sure it's earned. It's apparently no different in sex, even if this is his first time.
Determined as Molly might be to make Ren climax, he hangs on longer than might be expected of someone who's never had oral before. His nails cling and rake against skin, horn and hair in his ecstasy and rapidly slipping focus on anything but feeling more of everything that's enveloping him right now, whether it's emotional like the lightheaded feeling of pleasure or the all too physical presence of lips and teeth and tongue running across the shaft of his dick and the heat that prickles through every inch of him each time he feels the tip against the back of Molly's throat. His legs, this time, just about wrap around Molly's head outright as much as they can, thighs tightening into his horns again and calves crossing over behind as if to push him closer somehow, to keep him there for as long as he can--
--and it's on that thought, ironically, that he releases into Molly's mouth with a choked, gasping moan, head dropping back into the grass for a moment as he catches his breath, normally slitted pupils gone round with the rush of it. The legs wrapped around Molly's head go limp as well, still crossed-over and obstructive, but definitely easier to pull back against now that Ren's no longer making an active effort to keep them there.]
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A pleasured hum catches in his throat when Molly digs fingers into his hips, but by the time Molly's hips grind down and make Ren gasp sharply in pleasure again, it's muffled by the mouth against his, the sound vibrating between their lips. He pushes back against the kiss, recognising that it's tender enough that he probably shouldn't bite but at the same time seeking out something deeper with his tongue. His tongue flicks into the metallic taste of his own blood and sweat and he lets out a breathless moan, pressing insistently into Molly's mouth to try and taste more of it before the kiss breaks and he lets out a faint whine as if he wasn't quite done yet.
Molly's words distract him from that well enough, though, and he smiles right back against his lips for the brief time they're still there.] Maybe you should have thought of that before you pushed me down here.
[It's a playful, amused little tone - Ren's always been pushy about being crushed, insistent to see every ounce of whatever someone has to exert power over him, to make sure it's earned. It's apparently no different in sex, even if this is his first time.
Determined as Molly might be to make Ren climax, he hangs on longer than might be expected of someone who's never had oral before. His nails cling and rake against skin, horn and hair in his ecstasy and rapidly slipping focus on anything but feeling more of everything that's enveloping him right now, whether it's emotional like the lightheaded feeling of pleasure or the all too physical presence of lips and teeth and tongue running across the shaft of his dick and the heat that prickles through every inch of him each time he feels the tip against the back of Molly's throat. His legs, this time, just about wrap around Molly's head outright as much as they can, thighs tightening into his horns again and calves crossing over behind as if to push him closer somehow, to keep him there for as long as he can--
--and it's on that thought, ironically, that he releases into Molly's mouth with a choked, gasping moan, head dropping back into the grass for a moment as he catches his breath, normally slitted pupils gone round with the rush of it. The legs wrapped around Molly's head go limp as well, still crossed-over and obstructive, but definitely easier to pull back against now that Ren's no longer making an active effort to keep them there.]