[Ren's eyes are already a little half-lidded, as if he's tired from the exertion of it, but he lets out a tiny, breathless sound at the feeling of Molly kissing that bite mark - it stings the tiniest bit, but it's a pleasant kind of pain, and his toes curl a little as he lets his senses recover a little. It's always overwhelming when he finds something so encompassing in feeling - it's why he seeks out those kinds of pleasures where he can, though usually in a different way - but he loves every minute of it whenever he does.

As soon as Molly curls against him, Ren gives a slight, tired hum in his throat and rolls over towards him, toying with Molly's mouth slightly with lips and tongue but not quite drawing him into another kiss. His legs twitch and curve a little at the feeling of Molly's tail running up them, but it's Molly basically grinding himself against his side that puts Ren back to something like alertness, and he rolls himself over properly so he's facing the tiefling. He still looks a little hazy, and one hand drifts over Molly's back as if to pull him closer, the other drifting down his chest, nails tracing over any scars he finds along the way.]

Mmm, as long as they can make up for it with something imaginative, I'm sure it'll be fine. But you did make for a pretty hard act to follow. [His hands continue drifting downwards as he speaks, tickling and touching, until the fingers simultaneously come to their destinations - the hand at the back curling gently around the base of Molly's tail again, and the hand at the front tracing one long, perfectly curved nail from the base of Molly's erection to the tip as he turns much more attentive eyes to Molly's face.]

Speaking of hard, do you need a hand with that~? [It's such a bad joke that it's really only suitable for a time like this, when it's way too late to ruin the mood.]