You're welcome to pull on them later if that's your thing. They make convenient handgrips. [And <>that does generate a sensation, like an extension of hairpulling only with a little more effort involved. Also, he's not wrong. Truly tieflings are a marvel of sexual convenience.
Molly lets out a low growl that taps into the throaty register he dips into when he speaks Infernal, chasing Ren's lips with minimal effort, and then he stretches, twisting in whatever way he can that keeps Ren doing three things at once. Not for the first time, he wishes those markings were a little more sensitive, but if they were it would actually hurt when he bleeds for his powers, so it's for the best that they absorb most of the sensation and leave Molly making needy whiny noises, especially when there's a sudden shift in the feeling of teeth and tongue on normal, inked skin. It's like the difference between leaving hot water and entering a cold room, and he gasps in delight. His toes curl and he throws a leg over Ren's to entangle them and push them closer with enough force to stain his lavender skin with with streaks of soft green grass.
One hand maintains its hold, trapped underneath Ren in an effort to pull him closer, while the other tangles in his hair. He squirms and bucks against Ren's wandering hand, desperate to chase any kind of friction, and his control is gone and he's happy to lose it.]
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Molly lets out a low growl that taps into the throaty register he dips into when he speaks Infernal, chasing Ren's lips with minimal effort, and then he stretches, twisting in whatever way he can that keeps Ren doing three things at once. Not for the first time, he wishes those markings were a little more sensitive, but if they were it would actually hurt when he bleeds for his powers, so it's for the best that they absorb most of the sensation and leave Molly making needy whiny noises, especially when there's a sudden shift in the feeling of teeth and tongue on normal, inked skin. It's like the difference between leaving hot water and entering a cold room, and he gasps in delight. His toes curl and he throws a leg over Ren's to entangle them and push them closer with enough force to stain his lavender skin with with streaks of soft green grass.
One hand maintains its hold, trapped underneath Ren in an effort to pull him closer, while the other tangles in his hair. He squirms and bucks against Ren's wandering hand, desperate to chase any kind of friction, and his control is gone and he's happy to lose it.]