[Molly makes a sudden, excitable little hum between his teeth where his bottom lip has been caught. He rewards the initiative with enthusiastic kisses to whatever part of Ren's head he can reach, encouraging and coaxing and occasionally pulling his hair with his teeth. Whether that's encouragement or a complaint, it's hard to say given how these two have been, but he's not looking to tear Ren's hair from his head and it's a sparingly used gesture. His fingernails however, have taken up permanent residence on Ren's ass and tighten with every new shock that works its way through his body. He's going to have less permanent but no less exciting bruises and marks there tomorrow too.
A tiefling's tail is a sensitive aspect, but it reacts to the stimulus. Ren could grab him by his tail during a normal day and it would be discomfiting and earn him a slap on the hand, but when in a heightened state of arousal, it's one more thing to touch that reacts to everything and makes lights explode behind his eyes. Ren's a curious little fucker. He's not worried about any of this being weird or off-putting and or confusing. He's just going for it and it's nice. It's so nice and it's been too long since he's been touched by anyone who was willing to consider the options that made him feel good. The caregiver side of him always made sure the other person was taken care of- getting his kicks off the high he gave them- but everyone wants to be taken in a considerate fashion.
The horns have barely any sensitivity in comparison to the tail, but Molly admires Ren's enthusiasm even if it has to taste awful between the caps and the odd velvet coating. He chuckles a bit and tilts his head, offering the side of his neck where the peacock tattoo starts to wind its way into the floral arrangement on his shoulder.] I can't feel a fucking thing on those, but it's cute that you're willing to give it a shot. [His voice is thick and punctuated with deep, stuttering breaths and his brogue has gotten a little more intense.] This is where you wanna be. [The side of his body where ink has left a permanent stain and the marks he bleeds from to activate his powers are. The red eyes don't bruise and they won't show even the sharpest of teeth marks, but Molly gets a sick little thrill at having people stake a claim on them. If they belong to everyone who's ever touched him then they'll never belong to Lucien.]
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A tiefling's tail is a sensitive aspect, but it reacts to the stimulus. Ren could grab him by his tail during a normal day and it would be discomfiting and earn him a slap on the hand, but when in a heightened state of arousal, it's one more thing to touch that reacts to everything and makes lights explode behind his eyes. Ren's a curious little fucker. He's not worried about any of this being weird or off-putting and or confusing. He's just going for it and it's nice. It's so nice and it's been too long since he's been touched by anyone who was willing to consider the options that made him feel good. The caregiver side of him always made sure the other person was taken care of- getting his kicks off the high he gave them- but everyone wants to be taken in a considerate fashion.
The horns have barely any sensitivity in comparison to the tail, but Molly admires Ren's enthusiasm even if it has to taste awful between the caps and the odd velvet coating. He chuckles a bit and tilts his head, offering the side of his neck where the peacock tattoo starts to wind its way into the floral arrangement on his shoulder.] I can't feel a fucking thing on those, but it's cute that you're willing to give it a shot. [His voice is thick and punctuated with deep, stuttering breaths and his brogue has gotten a little more intense.] This is where you wanna be. [The side of his body where ink has left a permanent stain and the marks he bleeds from to activate his powers are. The red eyes don't bruise and they won't show even the sharpest of teeth marks, but Molly gets a sick little thrill at having people stake a claim on them. If they belong to everyone who's ever touched him then they'll never belong to Lucien.]