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For just a second, Caleb sucks in a breath at the next brush of lips against his forearm, a little past his wrist. They are soft, warm. Mollymauk, it seems, is determined to leave not an inch of skin untouched as he kisses a path down Caleb’s arm that began at the base of his palm.
The lips pull away again. Molly exhales very near to his skin and it sends a little shiver down Caleb’s spine. A further litany of kisses track further down his forearm toward his elbow like molasses, soft and slow. Molly is not always one to take his time, but for this? Caleb is shaking now, very slight - Molly might have missed it if he wasn’t so close - every time the lips make or break contact, every breath that huffs out near his skin.
Mollymauk is just several kisses above the elbow now, if Caleb can estimate correctly in this state of giddiness slowly building to wash over him.
Unexpected to both of them, he hits a spot that is extra sensitive.
“Hhhnn-“ Caleb makes a high pitched sound that he tries to keep his mouth closed around - he is enjoying this attention from Molly, after all, and if he’s being honest he does not want to give him any reason to stop any time soon.
“Everything okay?”
“Ja- ja.” Caleb says quickly. He fights a little zing of energy that is starting to build up in him before he continues. “Just a bit, um-“ Caleb exhales, looks over at Molly with a shy smile on his lips, “sensitive there.”
“Sensitive, hm?” Mollymauk repeats into the trembling skin just beneath him, his smile lifting into a smirk that he tilts his head a little to the side for Caleb to see.
They don’t say anything for a moment, the only sound their breathing as Molly moves in once again. He keeps his lips a brush away from the next spot on his tour-de-wizard. His posture falters for a second, tensing up a fraction as he backs off just slightly from his arm. “Is.. sensitive okay?”
Caleb can hear the hesitation in Molly’s voice. His heart swells with a warm feeling at the flutter in Molly’s usual confidence, the offering of an out for Caleb if he doesn’t want him to continue.
Good thing neither of them are interested in stopping.
Shivers run down Caleb’s spine at the almost-contact with tiefling lips. He realizes after a moment that Molly is watching him, and then realizes that he hasn’t answered yet. “Mm. Ja. It, uh..” He pauses, looks away from Molly. “It feels nice.” A blush fights its way further up to his ears and down his neck.
The lips pull further away this time as Molly backs off from his arm; his eyes track over to Caleb’s face, taking him in with a look that Caleb imagines he has donned many times while working on a new spell: enthralled, excited, perhaps a bit proud. Well, Caleb thinks, he himself probably looks a little less mischievous.
“Nice?” Molly is grinning. A pleased little wiggle runs down his lithe body where it’s draped over the wizard, flopped over Caleb’s chest and part of his legs. Caleb’s other arm is halfway curled in toward his chest as he makes a little affirmative noise in response; his toes are just starting to relax a little from where they’d begun to dig into the mattress.
Molly - finally - swoops gently back in for another kiss, nuzzling into the crook of his elbow. Caleb’s not sure he could stop smiling if he tried. Molly continues his trek under Caleb’s elbow now. Tingling like a shock, nerves light up under where Molly’s lips are pressed, sending a chord of pleasant shivery feelings inward from his arms to his nervous system.
His reactions stop at shivers and smiles for now, the ghost of a giggle starting to form somewhere in his throat. It has been a very long time, Caleb thinks, since he had a chance - let alone the time, and someone interested - to be doted on, studied, appreciated, indulged. Kept present in the moment, in his body, in his senses…
Mollymauk hums as he kisses down the underside of his bicep next. Caleb’s smile starts to grow into a full blown grin - which he almost fights for a moment out of habit.
“Mollyhehehe-“
“Yes, darling?” Mollymauk leans up to press a kiss to Caleb’s cheek. He is smiling softly down at him, then his head is disappearing to press his lips against the wizard’s scruffy neck.
Caleb closes his eyes and lays his head back, cutting off a strangled little noise as Molly nuzzles into his neck while he struggles to piece together a reply.
“What is it?” Molly asks as he nips at Caleb’s neck in a way he hopes both teases and encourages.
“Th-that tickles-“ Caleb finally gets out.
Molly can feel his own skin heating up, his heart rate picking up alongside Caleb’s. “Does it?” He smirks against the warm skin. “And it.. what was it you said, ‘feels nice’?”
He leans up, backing off from Caleb’s neck, and hovers over him as he waits for Caleb to open his eyes. When Caleb does, he finds Mollymauk smiling down at him, disgustingly endeared. There’s a softness there on Molly’s face, genuine, fond.
Caleb can feel the blush creeping up his face. He can’t maintain the gaze for long; he can’t help but roll his eyes, feeling a bit silly under Molly’s gaze. “So are you going to get back to kissing me or are we going to have a staring contest?” Caleb prods.
Molly looks a bit more devilish at that. “Don’t think I’m not going to make you answer that later.” He winks, then quick as a whip snaps his attention back over toward Caleb’s arm, intent to pick up where he left off. Caleb flinches at the sudden movement toward where his arm (and the underside of it) is stretched out. His arms flinch halfway down and almost smack into Molly.
“Ah, so jumpy.” The tiefling tuts at him, taking one of his hands and interlacing the purple fingers with Caleb’s. “Okay if we hold hands, sweetheart?” Molly waggles his eyebrows at Caleb, who lets out a snort and a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it nod.
He wiggles himself forward, stretching his arm, and in turn Caleb’s, up so it stays stretched away from his body and Molly is free to kiss his way down more wizard arm.
Mollymauk nuzzles into the soft skin of his upper arm, and Caleb’s smile flashes brighter at the fleeting thought of a smaller, familiar-sized Molly curling up on him like a cat.
A few more inches of tender wizard arm are soon peppered with kisses. Caleb is tingly and floating and smiling and part of him wants to wrap Mollymauk up into a giant ball of a hug and squeeze.
There’s a gasp as the next kiss touches down, about halfway to his armpit.
Molly hums, contemplating the sensitive altar before him. “You’re in trouble if you’re already this ticklish..” He smirks, tilting his head and catching Caleb’s eye.
Caleb turns his head away from the tiefling, fighting off a giggle.
The moment Molly swoops back in for another kiss, Caleb’s hand tenses in Molly’s; the flash of movement causing the air to rush into the wizard’s lungs in anticipation.
Molly kisses lightly, then gives a playful little nip that makes Caleb squeak. He wonders what other kinds of noises he can get the wizard to make.
The next kiss is low enough that Molly’s chin brushes the hair under Caleb’s arm. His body tenses up with a small gasp. “I- hehe- w-wait!” Caleb cries out through a string of giggles, knowing where Molly is heading. He can feel Molly grin against his arm.
“I’m almost done, Widogast.”
The next kiss turns into a nuzzle rather quickly. Caleb gasps when Molly makes contact with his armpit, and then he’s tracing shapes with his nose and his lips and it’s so soft and nearly unbearable and amazing and terrible.
“AAIII- AH- HAHAHA-!” Caleb squeaks out as his limbs win the battle of wills and all attempt to pull inward as though centered around a new force of gravity that has formed in his middle.
Molly stops just shy of a snort. He withdraws a bit, grinning at the wizard. “Well that was even more adorable.” He pinches lightly at the space below his underarm, just under where he had kissed.
“Don’t make fun-“ Caleb whines through his giggles, flinching at each flicker of touch.
“I’m not.” Molly lets go of Caleb’s hand and wriggles around until he is embracing the wizard. His arms, legs, and tail all curl around Caleb’s frame, which he can feel vibrating softly beneath him as Caleb does his best to quell his laughter.
Caleb’s hand comes down to card through purple hair. His chest rises and falls as his breathing returns to its natural rhythm.
Nuzzling into the lanky chest beneath him, Molly purrs, “Mmm, Caleb,” the name an exaltation. He sighs, then lets out an almost frustrated little sound, like he doesn’t know what to do with all the energy building up in him. “I want..” He smooches at Caleb’s collarbone, “to kiss you from head to toe.” He leans to press another kiss to Caleb’s tricep. “Find out all the spots you’re ticklish.”
Caleb only giggles hopelessly in response, a wide grin on his face. Molly is teasing, of course he is, but Caleb can feel the sincerity in his words.
Something compels him, and he uncurls the rest of himself despite his instincts and stretches out invitingly on the bed, fixing Molly with a shy glance, one that is hard to maintain for more than a few seconds. His hands twist like the feeling inside his belly, toying with the sheets above his head.
Red eyes widen, brighten with a pleasant surprise when he registers the invitation; the grin on Mollymauk’s face widens. “Oh, you are going to be the death of me, Widogast.” And he gets to work.