Tuesday November 12th 2019
Who: Mal and Garret What: Smut for the sake of smut Where: Mal's apartment When: Late afternoon Rating: NSFW
Three doors away, Mal was probably sitting at his computer and checking his email, or setting down his laptop bag and stepping out of his shoes, stretching before he shifted and settled in for the night. Three apartments away from his own, Mal was probably thinking about dinner and the raw meat he had waiting in the fridge. Garret knew there was a small window of opportunity for him to play out this attack. He had to get in there before Mal shifted, or it would never work.
There had been a bit of thought about just running through the apartments between them but Garret decided overall against it. Knowing his luck, he'd intrude on something very personal and make his neighbors really unhappy with him. Even moreso than with the ruckus that was about to go down. Barefoot and moving quickly, Garret crept to Mal's place, only pausing outside the door for half a moment. He knew Mal would recognize his scent, and he wanted surprise to be on his side.
Walking through the door, Garret did a fast scan around the apartment and found Mal right where he expected him to be- living room, en route to the kitchen, arms raised in mid stretch. Smiling a bit darkly, Garret rushed the hound, bending down to take Mal out at the waist, bringing them down to the floor, Garret's body landing hard on the other's.
--- Mal had a couple different thoughts rushing through his head as he stretched languidly. First was dinner and pulling out the two large steaks from the fridge and letting them come up to room temperature before eating. Cold meat just tasted horrible and dead. At least warmed he could pretend it was once alive recently. Then was the idea of going for a late night run on campus, being nothing but a glowing streak in the dark as he ran full out. The students that didn't know him usually enjoyed the light show. Smirking, he made his way to the kitchen. Mal's nose twitched and he paused, trying to name the scent. Right in the middle of it, he was tackled and dropped to the floor with a loud grunt. "Hello, Garret." Now he recognized the scent. "New soap?"
--- Instead of verbal reply, Garret shifted himself to sit on top of Mal, his thighs tight against Mal's hips to keep him pinned to the ground. This wasn't supposed to be a casual, light conversation. This was serious business, and the hand that suddenly grasped Mal's throat squeezed just enough to make that point. Leaning down, Garret brushed his lips softly along the hound's jaw, then bit him hard in the curve of his neck.
--- Mal looked up at Garret, still trying to figure out if Garret was his lover, husband or if he belonged to someone else. Not that it particularly mattered either way, but it was usually safe to know. He growled softly at the squeeze, laying still for the moment to better learn where this was going.
--- Sucking hard on the smooth, warm skin of his pup (because Mal was his, regardless of whatever the hound might say), Garret left his mark, dark and purple. For some reason, it had seemed very important for him that today, he take charge with Mal. For some reason, he needed Mal to belong to him tonight. He needed Mal to want to belong to him.
Growling softly, Garret drew back enough to look Mal in the eyes, to narrow his own gaze before reaching between them, his hand tugging apart the button on Mal's jeans.
--- Mal's breath caught at the bite, eyes drifting shut just a bit from the pleasure of it, a soft rumble echoing in his chest. Feeling Garret looking at him, Mal smirked. "Want something love?"
--- The hand not occupied with Mal's jeans went back to his throat, pinning him to the floor and wordlessly telling him to shut it. With another forceful tug Garret pried the denim open, roughly forcing it down Mal's hips. He didn't bother with the shirt, because chances were that Mal would burn it off in a few moments, and instead gave the hound's throat a menacing squeeze before releasing it so he could crawl down Mal's body, biting and scratching him and almost hissing his breaths as he marked that normally unflawed perfection.
Kneeling between Mal's legs, Garret spread them enough to sit between them, grabbing hold of the waistband of those unwanted pants and wrestling them from the other's body, tossing them askew. He looked down at Mal like he had sinister thoughts on his mind, as though he could at any second free his own hardness from its confines and thrust hard into Mal's body, unrelenting, biting and clawing and leaving his mark the way Mal had done to him countless times before.
Maybe he would.
--- Mal growled, play fighting with Garret, but he kept still. Mostly. He arched his hips, allowing Garret to tug off his jeans and kicking them off to the side. Mm, it was nice to be appreciated once in awhile. "You planning on doing something or just staring at me?"
--- It was almost tempting to get up and leave, to just let Mal lay there and walk away. But of course, Mal wasn't like other men. He wouldn't be bothered in the slightest to be left as he was. No, surely he'd get up and go about his day, naked, as though nothing had happened at all.
So Garret did get up, but he didn't leave. Instead he stood over Mal, offering a hand to bring him to his feet, a blank expression playing on his features.