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“What’re you thinking about?” Caleb asked, drawing his thumb across Molly’s temple, winding a purple curl between his fingers.
“Teeth,” Molly replied, which probably shouldn’t have been the answer he gave, since Caleb was being soft and gentle and Molly was, well, thinking about teeth (and not even in a sexy way, more logistically?). But Caleb liked when he was honest, even when it led to long conversations about sometimes strange (and most times sexy) things.
“Teeth?” Caleb repeated, fingers pausing only briefly before they resumed stroking Molly’s skin and hair. “Your own or someone else’s?”
Molly shrugged, leaning back further into Caleb’s touch. He liked when they just lay there, a soft togetherness that Molly wasn’t sure they’d ever really get to have. But they did have it, and it made Molly want to curl deeper into the moment. “More just teeth in general,” he said. “Like, I have fangs, and so do Essek and Jester and Fjord, but you don’t, is that ever weird to you or is it just another part of our bodies?”
Caleb huffed a quiet laugh. “I also don’t have horns, love, but I promise it does not keep me up at night.”
“No, like,” Molly snorted. “I know that, and really you’re missing out with the whole no horns or tail thing, but like, everybody has teeth. That’s just a fact. And those teeth are different. I dunno.” His face felt warm, but a comfortable warmth, not an embarrassing one. He didn’t have to order his thoughts neatly for Caleb to get them, or at least inquire further without judgment.
“I see. And what brought this on?” Caleb asked curiously, exactly how Molly expected him to.
Molly turned his face so his nose settled in the crook of Caleb’s neck, speaking just close enough that his lips brushed Caleb’s skin, goosebumps rising along the tender flesh. “You really want to know?”
Caleb swallowed, a motion Molly felt in his teeth, then said, “If you feel up to sharing.”
Molly grinned, nipped once at Caleb’s neck, then tilted his head back so he could speak closer to Caleb’s ear. “I had lunch with Fjord and Jester yesterday, and Fjord had an honest to gods bite mark I could just barely see at the collar of his shirt.”
Caleb shivered, and the way they were pressed together Molly felt every inch of it. He knew it was a good idea to forgo pants during snuggling time, even if Caleb had insisted on wearing them himself. “You were…thinking about teeth because our friends bite each other?”
“In a sexy way,” Molly added.
Caleb nodded. “Of course, in a sexy way.”
“And I just started thinking about different kinds of teeth and the marks they leave, and then I guess it led to more of a…curiosity over teeth envy.” After he’d, you know, thought a little longer than he probably should have about Jester and Fjord biting each other. His friends were hot and he had no shame.
“I can tell you quite clearly that I do not envy your teeth, especially when they spend so much time close to my person,” Caleb replied.
Molly laughed, slumping against Caleb. “Now you're just humoring me.”
“You’re funny enough as it is, I would never.”
Molly leaned back down and opened his mouth, just barely pressing the tips of his canines to Caleb’s throat, just to feel the way Caleb shuddered beside him.
“You know,” Caleb said, voice a hair too breathy to maintain the composure he was so desperately clinging to. “I probably could have gone the rest of my life without knowing Jester is a biter.”
“Might be a tiefling thing,” Molly said, practically swallowing the soft shudder that rocked through Caleb’s frame. “And drow, we both know Essek likes to leave his marks.”
“They just show up so well on that lovely pale skin.”
Molly turned just enough to spot Essek standing in the doorway, wrapped in one of Molly’s elaborately embroidered dressing gowns and looking at the two of them with a sort of fond, hungry blend that made Molly want to bite down on something.
“It’s not my fault that things don’t show as well on purple,” Caleb said, lifting the arm not in Molly’s hair to gesture Essek closer to them.
Essek obliged and crawled onto the bed, settling against Caleb’s other side like Molly’s mirror. “It’s not a complaint, darling, simply a fact.”
Caleb’s lovely skin flushed pink, blush growing down his chest as well as Essek slid a hand through Caleb’s chest hair.
“You’ve always looked lovely covered in marks,” Essek continued, “more so now that there’s two of us to do it properly.”
“Ha,” Molly said, gaze caught on Essek’s hand on Caleb’s skin. “Do it.”
Essek shot him a fondly unimpressed look, then reached across Caleb to thumb at Molly’s lip, huffing when Molly nipped at his fingers. “What brought this on?”
Molly playfully bared his teeth. “Jester bit Fjord.”
“Oh, so now you’d like to bite Caleb,” Essek said, nodding. “I completely understand.”
“I knew you’d get it.”
Caleb made a small noise, almost like a wheeze, and both Molly and Essek’s attention snapped back down to him. Caleb, squirming slightly under their combined attention, just blushed even darker pink.
“Are you averse to biting, Caleb?” Essek teased, leaning down to nip at the side of Caleb’s neck, tongue laving over his pulsepoint.
“Ah, well, um,” Caleb said eloquently, and Molly laughed and leaned in to suck his own hickey under Caleb’s jaw, scruff prickly against his lips. “I am not averse, no.”
Molly scraped a canine against Caleb’s skin. “Are our teeth not big enough for you?” he pouted, one hand sliding down Caleb’s chest to the waistband of his pants, where the front was starting to tent. “Should we ask Fjord for help? His fangs are a lovely size.”
Caleb wriggled under Molly’s hand. “Please don’t. I will not be able to look him in the eye anymore.”
“Of course not,” Essek purred, and his dexterous fingers were untying the strings on Caleb’s pants while he continued to mouth at Caleb’s neck. “You’ll be too busy staring at his teeth.”
Caleb gasped when Molly managed to get his hand down his loosened pants, back arching just a tad when Molly started stroking.
Molly ducked back down to kiss Caleb’s throat again, trying to decide how many hickeys he could get away with leaving before Caleb’s department head got mad at him, when he caught Essek’s eye.
Molly had spent what felt like a very long time learning Caleb and Essek’s language. They were both academics, both wizards, and when they weren’t dropping spell jargon between them, they were often communicating with a glance; all slanted mouths and raised eyebrows.
Molly had floundered a little bit in the beginning. He’d always been good at reading body language, but this was different. This was two people carving out a space for him, but already holding their own batch of little familiarities. So Molly had touched them both, watched the way they lit up or twisted under his fingers and learned their bodies that way. And that had lent itself to a different language, one for all three of them.
And Essek and Caleb sometimes still had moments, still had jargon, still had glances. But Molly had them too, and when he made eye contact with Essek over Caleb’s heaving chest, he knew that he had his own languages with each of them too.
And teeth, it turned out, had their own kind of speaking.
Essek scraped his incisors down Caleb’s neck and, maintaining eye contact with Molly, kept heading down, nipping at Caleb’s collarbone, his nipple, his stomach, hardly bothering to suppress his grin when Caleb made little noises at each press of teeth to skin.
Molly could feel the noises Caleb was making with his lips pressed to Caleb’s throat. And when Caleb turned to press his face to Molly’s hair, probably feeling sensitive and vulnerable with Essek dragging his pants down his hips, Molly could hear him beautifully, gasping wetly against Molly’s ear.
“You could bite too, you know,” Molly said quietly, lips moving up to Caleb’s ear again, reigning in his own gasp when Caleb’s hand tightened in his hair. He let go of Caleb’s dick, leaving it in Essek’s capable care, and dragged his nails up Caleb’s chest. “I know it doesn’t show as prettily, but you can still leave a mark.”
“I don’t—ah, Essek!” Caleb’s hand twitched in Molly’s hair again, and Molly could feel Caleb’s hips rolling beside his own, Caleb’s body a live wire. Molly ground his own dick against Caleb’s side, debating throwing a leg over Caleb’s waist but not wanting to disrupt Essek’s work.
Molly felt one of Essek’s hands curl gently around his tail and shivered, twining it around Essek’s wrist in return. He hadn’t realized it had been twitching so much, though usually Caleb and Essek didn’t mind. Essek clearly didn’t mind this time either, when Molly felt him press a gentle kiss to the tip before returning his mouth to whatever it was doing to Caleb.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Caleb panted, and it took Molly a moment to track the conversation back, to remember what he’d offered. “My teeth aren’t—oh, fuck—meant for that.”
“Silly human thinks he’s not meant for biting,” Molly teased, his forked tongue curling over the edge of Caleb’s ear, delighting in the shiver it elicited. “If you’re not meant to bite, then why am I so biteable?”
“He’s right,” Essek said, and Molly turned to look down at him, nearly curled around Caleb’s waist, cheek resting on Caleb’s thigh and lips nearly as shiny as the head of Caleb’s twitching cock. “He’s very biteable, I’ve done it before.”
“You also have teeth made for that,” Caleb replied, and now that Molly could see him he looked winded and dazed, chest heaving and all of him stained a pretty red.
Molly slid his hand through Caleb’s chest hair, tweaking a nipple as he moved. “It’s starting to sound like you actually do have teeth envy.”
Caleb wheezed something that maybe would have been a laugh had Essek not pressed his tongue to the base of Caleb’s dick again. “It’s not about envy,” he panted. “It’s about not wanting to hurt you.”
“Do you like it when we bite you?” Molly asked.
Caleb nodded, eyes fluttering when Essek did something very talented with his tongue.
“Does it hurt when we do it?”
Caleb hesitated, and Molly pinched his nipple again. “A bit,” Caleb gasped. “But not too much, not—I like it.”
“So don’t you think I might like it too?” Molly leaned in to brush his nose against Caleb’s, and maybe it wasn’t fair to do this while Essek was blowing him, while Molly had his pliant body under his fingertips, but Caleb was always most receptive during times like this, when it wasn’t his brain running circles around itself. And they’d stop, all three of them, if it was a serious concern, a real conversation. They’d done it before, paused to set parameters, planned talks where they wouldn’t be distracted by one another.
This was different. This was Molly asking for something all three of them were very certain Caleb would agree to give.
Because if he wasn’t they would have already stopped. But they didn’t. Instead, Caleb’s hands tightened their respective grips in Molly’s hair and the sheets, and he choked out an answer. “You promise it won’t hurt?”
“Oh, I’m hoping it will,” Molly replied, then rolled his hips harder against Caleb, stifling his own groan at the friction.
“It’s better when it stings a little,” Essek said, pulling off Caleb to crawl back up his body, smile all teeth. He slid his hand up to cup Caleb’s cheek, a sweet gesture immediately dirtied when Essek used his thumb to push back Caleb’s lip and bare his flat teeth to them. “Isn’t that right, love?”
Caleb, flushed pink, just nodded, hips making aborted little thrusts into the empty air, dick shiny from Essek’s spit.
“I know Molly would like a mark he can show off,” Essek said, turning to grin lazily at Molly, other hand tracing the purpling marks Molly had left on Caleb’s neck. “He certainly likes to match.”
“I’m part of a very hot set and the world should know it,” Molly replied, trailing his hand down to wrap around the very nick cock Essek had abandoned, heat surging in his chest when Caleb groaned, muffled by Essek’s thumb, and rolled his hips in earnest. He’d always liked being touched, once he’d allowed himself to believe that he deserved love.
“What do you say, Caleb?” Essek asked, sliding off Caleb to the side, turning Caleb’s face toward Molly.
And Caleb didn’t say anything. He just rolled over onto Molly, a heavy weight that immediately had Molly’s dick twitching as Caleb practically wrapped around him. Their hips started a clumsy bump and grind, the slickness of Caleb’s cock making it easier to roll them together. But for once Molly’s attention wasn’t below their waists; instead all of him zeroed in on Caleb’s wet breath against his neck, the scruff on his skin.
Molly shivered, and he’d loved everything they’d done, but in his deepest, horniest heart of hearts, Molly liked it best when something of his lover was inside him. Be it fingers in his mouth, something in his ass, Molly liked to be full, a selfish feeling that got him hot below his skin faster than should be allowed. And so the thought of it, Caleb’s teeth sinking into him, not enough to hurt that bad, but enough to leave a mark, sharp pin pricks a reminder of home, of love. Well. Molly couldn’t be blamed for the way he shamelessly moaned in Caleb’s ear.
He managed to crack an eye open, not sure when he’d shut them in the first place, to see Essek watching them with hooded eyes, stroking himself leisurely, like there was nothing else in the world he liked watching more than Molly and Caleb tangled together.
Molly preened, arching his back under Caleb and whining when the motion rubbed them together even more, slick and so, so good, his instinct to put on a show pushing past even his building pleasure.
Essek laughed fondly. “Go on, then,” he purred, biting his lip with one of those lovely fangs of his, other hand twisting at his own nipple.
And Caleb’s blunt teeth, which had been trailing down Molly’s neck to his shoulder, bit down.
It wasn’t enough to break skin, barely even enough pressure to really hurt, but the pain laced with the pleasure building like lightning in Molly’s skin.
Molly gasped, feeling his jaw drop open, whole body tensing as he, almost embarrassingly quickly, came onto his and Caleb’s stomachs.
Caleb stiffened above him, jaw set against the place where Molly’ neck met his shoulder, and Molly just knew, even in his post-orgasm brain, that every single one of his shirts would show off the mark.
“Holy shit, did you just come?” Essek asked, voice almost cracked through with hungry want. The sound of him touching himself increased in pace.
“I’d be embarrassed about it, but it turns out I have an even more massive biting kink than I thought,” Moly panted, dragging his nails down Caleb’s back and delighting in the red marks left behind.
Caleb shivered under his touch, pulling his mouth away to inspect the bite mark he’d left. Molly could feel him staring at it, then the gentle prodding of Caleb’s fingers against the tender skin.
“You didn’t draw blood,” Molly assured him, then gasped, still sensitive, when Caleb dragged his hips across Molly’s, using Molly’s spend to slick his rut against Molly’s stomach.
Caleb’s fingers stayed on the bite as he rubbed himself to completion, spilling even more of a mess across Molly’s skin before slumping to the side, breathing heavily.
“Fuck,” he said.
“We didn’t get that far,” Molly replied, then looked past Caleb at where Essek was hungrily eyeing the mess splashed across Molly’s belly button. “You want in too?”
Essek crawled over Caleb, leaning down to nip at him playfully as he passed, then straddled Molly’s hips, leaning forward until he could drag his cock through both Molly and Caleb’s spend.
Molly reached up to settle his hands on Essek’s waist, help him set the pace as he ground down against him, mindful of Molly’s softening and over sensitive cock in such a way that Molly nearly ground his teeth against the overstimulation, wishing his refractory period was better than it was. He liked the edge he was riding, between too much and just right, and sighed when Essek came too, his own thumbs pressing to the mark Caleb had left behind.
“Jealous?” Molly teased, when Essek’s fingers stayed on the mark even after he came down, rolling to lay on Molly’s other side.
“In every sense,” Essek replied easily. “I both want to be the one who was bitten and the one doing the biting. To bite both of you at once would be a marvel. It truly is a travesty to only have one mouth.”
“I’ve been saying that for years,” Molly replied, and Caleb’s bark of laughter set them all off, tangled and messy as they were.
Caleb slid his fingertips through the sticky mess on Molly’s stomach, looking inordinately pleased for someone who had only contributed a third of it.
“What do you think?” Molly asked, because he’d obviously liked it, and he wanted to know that Caleb did too.
“What do I think?” Caleb parroted. “Do I like seeing you wearing my teeth marks, covered in my come?” Such vulgarity didn’t usually come from Caleb, his words usually wearing fancy coats or foreign scarves. Molly shuddered at the sound, especially when Essek’s thumb pressed harder against the mark on Molly’s throat, the sting of it sending a wave of heavy want through his already sated body.
Maybe his refractory period was close enough to what he wanted it to be.
“Yeah,” Molly breathed, tongue wetting his lips, moving slower when Caleb’s eyes tracked the motion.
“I liked it more than I thought I would,” Caleb said, leaning in to press a prickly kiss to Molly’s shoulder, then up to press another to Molly’s lips, the barest clack of teeth between them. “I think you liked it more, though,” Caleb teased between kisses, sliding his now slick hand down to palm at Molly’s cock, swallowing the whine that spilled past his lips.
Molly arced into the touch, a bit too soon but edging ever closer to just right. He twisted to bare his neck to Caleb, then huffed a laugh when Essek was the one to lean in.
“I did say I wanted a turn,” Essek quipped, then ducked down to lave at a point much higher on Molly’s neck than Caleb had dared, on the other side of his throat.
And the idea of having both of them sink their teeth into him—of wearing both of them in this sense as well—was enough to push him to harden once more in Caleb’s hand.
“There we are,” Caleb said, picking up his pace.
“If we’re doing this again I’d at least like to be fingered,” Molly gasped, sliding his fingers into Essek’s hair, a little tempted to drag his lips up into a filthy kiss, but enjoying the drag of teeth against his neck too much to give in.
“That can be arranged,” Caleb replied, and then his thick fingers were sliding back to tease, still covered in all three of their mess. “Just fingers?”
Caleb asked that sometimes and Molly loved him for it. Because sometimes all Molly wanted were fingers, and other times he wanted to try to take both of them at once. And this time he wanted—
“Can Essek fuck me while you fuck him?”
Essek’s teeth stuttered against Molly’s neck, and he pulled back just enough to stare at Molly, eyes blown big and black.
“Logistically, that may not be as sexy as you want it to be,” he said, but his dick was hard against Molly’s hip.
“That’s not a no,” Molly whined, thrusting down to try and get Caleb to actually breach him with a finger.
“Because I’m trying to tell my brain it won’t be sexy, but by gods do I want to be between the two of you. Fucking and being fucked? Filling and being filled?”
“You do love multitasking,” Molly said, then moaned when Caleb’s finger pushed inside of him.
“So does Caleb.” Essek turned to look back at Caleb. “You’re ambidextrous, do you think you could finger us both at the same time?”
Caleb, already flushed pretty red, blushed and looked like he’d been given everything he could ever want. “Yeah,” he said, voice thick. “I, uh, I think I could do that.”
“Great. Don’t fuck up your wrists, I refuse to let you wear a brace to bed.” Then Essek turned back to Molly and slung his leg over Molly’s hip, straddling it easily. He reached up and grabbed one of the fancy decorative pillows Molly kept on his bed and patted Molly’s hip, tucking it underneath him when he lifted his ass. Then he settled against Molly and moved his tongue across his teeth.
And that, that gave Molly another lovely purple dick to grind against and gave Caleb easy access to them both. Essek was a genius, Molly decided, and finally pulled him into a stupidly filthy kiss.
Caleb found the lube and got to work, and while Molly couldn’t say much about his rhythm pushing into Essek’s body (since he had yet to convince them to find a spell to let him feel what they felt, useless wizards), he could appreciate that Caleb didn’t falter once when stretching him open. He was smooth and angled and hit everything just right, so that Molly was gasping into Essek’s mouth, giving him something to swallow while Caleb did the same to him.
And then Caleb was three fingers deep, twisting into Molly so beautifully that Molly almost abandoned their triple fucking idea, almost just asked Caleb to finish him like that, pressed beneath Essek and filled with Caleb’s thick fingers. But he didn’t, because brilliant if questionable sex ideas were worth playing out.
So he just groaned when Essek said, “I’m ready if you are,” and nodded, feeling bereft when Caleb slid his fingers out. But then Essek was moving back, setting between Molly’s legs and quickly slicking himself up, pressing his dick inside with a delicious stretch that had Molly curling his toes. He wanted to wrap his legs around Essek’s waist, but it’d pose logistical problems for Caleb, so he kept his thighs where they were, twitching with want as Essek pressed deeper.
“You’re always so lovely like this,” Essek said quietly, glancing down at where his cock was disappearing into Molly, a slow glide until he was fully seated. Then Essek looked back up at his face, the bite mark on his neck, and smiled. “I’ve never fucked anybody more suited to taking my cock than you.”
Molly laughed, a sort of desperate gasping sound, and reached up to tug Essek down to him, his own dick finding friction between their bodies. “So fuck me then.”
“Gotta—ah, fuck—get myself all set first,” Essek said, eyelashes fluttering, and just past his shoulder Molly could see Caleb leaning in to push into Essek.
The face Essek made when Caleb was fully seated, he himself pressed into Molly, was rapturous. Molly couldn’t quite imagine the feeling, and thought maybe he’d like to try it sometime, to fill and be filled, pressed between the two people he loved most in the world.
Then Caleb pulled back and fucked into Essek, which jostled where he was inside Molly, and, oh, that was exquisite. Essek hardly had to move, rolling his hips just barely enough to match Caleb’s thrusts, fucking into Molly with the same energy and motion.
Molly sort of felt like they were both fucking him, feeling the familair way Caleb angled his hips, timed his thrusts, all through Essek’s slightly sharper style, his nails digging into Molly’s sides.
“Oh, fuck, Essek,” Molly gasped. “Caleb!” He tried to move, tried to give it back as good as he got, but he was pinned beneath the two of them, truly just hanging on for the ride.
“Bite me,” Essek gasped, tossing his hair in a very Molly fashion (Molly was so fucking proud and so fucking Turned On) and looking at Caleb over his shoulder, probably coquettish and biting his lip or some other sexy shit.
Caleb nodded and leaned forward, mouthing at the side of Essek’s throat, and Molly was so pleased to see that they’d all three abandoned their attempts to make these marks below collars. He was also so pleased when, after Caleb actually bit down, Essek shuddered and drove his cock deeper into Molly, hitting his prostate with such unerring accuracy that Molly felt the air punch out of him.
“Fuck,” he swore, and that brought both sets of eyes back to him, blue and hooded, silver and wanting.
Essek leaned forward, bringing Caleb down with him, and logistically it shouldn’t have worked, Essek was right, but where horniess and magic intersected was truly their sweet spot.
Molly felt Essek’s teeth at his throat again, that same spot he’d picked out earlier, just barely below Molly’s jaw on the opposite side of his mark from Caleb.
“How deep?” Essek breathed.
“I don’t—fuck, you’re already balls deep, might as well go all the way,” Molly gasped, rolling his hips to match Essek’s thrusts, and just before he bit down Essek reached up to press a finger into Molly’s mouth, because he and Caleb knew him better than anyone Molly had ever known or fucked.
Then it was all heat at Molly’s throat, Essek’s fangs sinking past Molly’s skin as he speared deep into Molly.
And Molly could only garble out some probably very unsexy noise as he came all over himself again, Essek filling him in every way.
Molly felt like he was floating, watching Caleb’s russet hair at Essek’s shoulder from a distance, even as he felt a single drop of blood roll down past Essek’s teeth, pooling in the sheets beneath him.
Those sheets were a lost cause anyway, Molly decided faintly, then came back to himself all at once as Essek fucked into him again, relentless and so, so fucking good.
Then Essek was stilling above him, a sort of chain reaction Molly that would have something clever to say about when his brain was actually functioning, as Caleb bit down harder onto his shoulder. Warmth bloomed as Essek emptied into him, fingers still hooked in Molly’s mouth.
Then it was just Caleb, fucking into Essek with a delicious roll of his hips, one that jostled Molly from a whole dick away, until he came too, careful to slump to the side so as not to crush both his partners.
As soon as Caleb pulled out, Essek finally dropped his jaw, pulling his teeth from Molly’s skin in the same moment he pulled out, lingering with only his fingers inside Molly.
And Molly was covered in so many bodily fluids, only some of them his own, more pleased than he had been in a long while (or at least since the last time they fucked).
“Shit,” Essek said, moving his fingers from Molly’s mouth to where he was bleeding, though it felt like the barest amount of wetness, a sharp sting that Molly could feel pleasantly all the way down in his toes. “I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”
“Do me that hard,” Molly slurred, turning to mouth at Essek’s palm.
Essek huffed, tugging the sheet underneath Molly to press against his skin, probably further ruining the sheets but at least staunching what little blood flow there was. “Sorry, dear.”
“’M not,” Molly managed, “I asked for it.”
Essek grunted and finally let himself sink down onto the mattress beside Molly, sandwiching him in between his two favorite wizards.
Molly grinned and then turned to look for Caleb, sprawled on the bed beside him.
Caleb looked absolutely wrecked. Hickeys scattered across his torso, from his jawline to his hips, a few darker marks looking distinctly toothy. Molly wondered how many of them would bruise, blooming purple across Caleb’s pale skin, a reach for the shade he and Essek shared.
Molly ran his tongue over his teeth, wondering if Caleb would let him sink them in a little further, do what Essek did to him and bring a bit more color to the surface.
“I can feel your sexy thoughts,” Caleb said, eyes closed and body nearly boneless. “Please, I am but a humble wizard, I cannot go a third round just yet.”
Molly laughed, reaching over to run a finger through Caleb’s hair. “I’m always full of sexy thoughts. It can’t be helped”
“Keep em to yourself,” Caleb sighed, leaning in to Molly’s touch.
“At least until tomorrow,” Essek amended, twisting his fingers in Molly’s hair, his other hand still lightly petting at Molly’s neck. “Then you are free to share with the class.”
“I have some critiques, professor,” Molly drawled, feeling the way Essek’s quiet laughter shook them both.
Caleb just groaned. “Please don’t make sexy remarks about my profession, I have to teach tomorrow.”
Molly sighed. “It’s your own fault for having such a deeply sexy title. Very well, Dr. Widowghast, mold young minds so you can blow mine afterwards.”
This time Essek’s laughter shook all three of them, and rang so sweetly in Molly’s ears.