if this feeling goes both ways
"Do you want this?" Molly trails open mouth kisses down his neck.
"Mollymauk-" Caleb gasps at the hot, wet tongue against his pulse. The gentle nip of fangs, promises of more if he wants it.
"Tell me you want this. I want to hear it."
Say no. Every part of him tells him to say no. Say no and it will be over. He licks his lips and tastes the wine Mollymauk was drinking downstairs only minutes ago. He feels drunk off it.
"Caleb," Molly's hands press against his sides, his waist, and it's too warm. Caleb's fingers grip Molly's coat. "It is a simple question, darling."
No it isn't, he wants to say. He can't want this. He doesn't deserve this. To catch the eyes of a lovely, frustrating creature who kisses him stupid and treats him like a person.
"You can have me, Caleb. I want you to have me." Mollymauk continues his trail of wet kisses up to catch his ear lobe between his teeth. Caleb's knees feel weak. "Do you want this?"
Say no. Say no. No no no no-
"Yes."
