Malakai Hardy (hellsmessenger) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-08-16 13:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | garret, malakai |
Sunday July 13, 2008
Who: Garret and Malakai
When: Evening, right after their texting/AIM convo
Where: Boston
What: Mal pays Garret a surprise visit.
Rating: NSFW, NC-17...pick your acronym
Shortly after logging of his chat with Garret, Malakai glanced around the apartment. For the entire summer, he'd stayed at the school, starting prep work for the two classes he would be teaching at the start of the semester, and trying to keep himself occupied. He was bored. The epitome of it. Wanting a changed, he strode into his bedroom and pulled out a bag, tossing a few clothes into it. At that moment he had no destination in mind, but getting the hell off campus.
Within ten minutes, he was out the door, in his car and on the road. An hour later, he found himself in Boston outside of a hotel. Sniffing the breeze told him that Garret was inside, so he parked his car, grabbed his bag and headed inside.
Garret understood why his parents had both taken jobs that required travel. Hotels were fucking great. Sprawling himself over the king sized bed, Garret let himself take a moment to rest before making himself get up and shower. Oh, Malakai. Somthing about that hellhound was just... mm. Enticing, and sexy and dangerous. Garret mused that there was a soft underbely to the man, but... well, it would be very hard to uncover.
The shower was hot and relaxing, and after the intense orgasm from the car ride, Garret was just about ready to fall asleep. He was in a pair of cotton pajama pants and nothing else, ready to flop onto the couch, when someone rapped on his door. Brow furrowed, Garret leapt over the back of the couch and padded to the door. He couldn't imagine who the heck could be calling, since not that many people knew he was here and he hadn't ordered room service.
Opening the door, he stood a moment, stunned, before a huge, cocky grin spread over his face. "Oh, ho ho," he chuckled, shaking his head. "You want me bad."
: Malakai still hadn't quite figured out why he showed up at Garret's door, but he wasn't about to admit that to the man. "Yeah, sure. It's because I want your body and doesn't have a damn thing to do with the accomodations." Since Garret wasn't polite enough to invite him, Mal squeezed through the door himself, tossing his bag onto the sofa as he entered. "Posh."
: Lying sack of shit! Garret turned to keep watching Mal as he let himself into the penthouse. The guy had driven an hour, after their conversation, on a whim? Bullshit. He was here because Garret was here. Accomodations had nothing to do with it. Mal seemed the type content to sleep on the ground in the middle of a field.
Shutting the door, he followed the other man into the living room area, hands on his hips and shaking his head. "You are... well holy shit. You got it bad for me, Mal. I'm afraid there's no cure. You're fallen totally in love with my sexy ass." Grinning, he winked at Mal cheekily.
: Mal turned back to Garret, spinning his finger in a circle. "Turn around." He waited until the other man's backside was in view, making a few noncommital noises. "Yeah, it's a nice ass, but there's just something about that ego." Mal barely managed to supress the grin and give a happy shudder. "Something about a cocky man make me all gooey inside." It was utter bullshit, but it sounded nice, and was probably ruined by the grin on his lips from saying it.
: Happily spinning for Mal, Garret could not keep the grin off his face. Mal was being oddly cute right now, not a normal state for the man. Normally he was cocky, stoic and proud. Now he was being downright... flirty. Not in his usual domineering way, either. Garret giggled a little. Mal wanted him, and he wanted him badly enough to be coy about it. Oh, he was going to gloat for years over this.
Sashaying to the hellhound, Garret bit his bottom lips and peered up at Mal with his sharp blue eyes, reaching out to touch the other man's waist gingerly. "I know I make you gooey," he teased. "Despite my ego. In fact, because of it. You drove all the way here for me... c'mon. Admit it."
: Mal shrugged a shoulder, not bothering to step away from Garret. Hell, he was a demon that'd been without for awhile now. He may not be big on the human contact thing, since humans were still odd creatures, but Malakai was a big fan of sex, and Garret was good at it, if memory served.
Still, it wouldn't do to let Garret know any of that. Mal already know the pathfinder would be gloating for awhile about how the hellhound sniffed him out in Boston. "I drove here because you're a lot more amusing than my bedroom walls." There. That sounded like a reasonably excuse. That Garret probably wouldn't buy.
: Quirking an eyebrow, Garret did not believe this piss poor excuse for a minute. Mal wanted him, end of discussion. What other reason could there be?
Since Mal wasn't pulling away, Garret moved even closer to him, his bare chest pressed to Mal's shirt, his own heart thumping eagerly. Looking down into Mal's eyes, Garret's voice softened, though it certainly didn't lose it's cocky tone. "Alright, okay... so it's your first time falling in love, I understand if you're hesitant to admit to it. But..." His hands traced up and down Mal's back slowly, fingers lingering over the muscles beneath the fabric, a hungry growl vibrating in his throat. "You want me."
: Copying the motion, Mal arched a brow of his own. He knew Garret didn't like it when he mentioned previous lovers, which sounded a lot like jealousy to the hellhound. Though it was an excellent weapon, he didn't use it. "Sure, that's why I talked to you for a couple hours." It was interesting, the way Garret neatly folded himself into Malakai. He gave no response, just watched to see what the other man would do. See who would give in first.
: Garret was jealous. Not necessarily of Mal's other lovers, but just of the fact that Mal might want them. He liked feeling wanted, desired. When Mal talked about other people, Garret felt so... easily replaced. Not good for the ego.
Of course, they both knew who would give in first. There was no doubt about it to either one. "I knew it." He grinned, pressing himself up against Mal. "So you're here, in my hotel room... and I behaved myself earlier, so you promised a reward, and I think... uh, yep, you said something about you on your knees...?"
: Mal chuckled and backed away, putting space between him and Garret. "If I remember, I said might. Never said I would." He was used to submitting, sure. Especially to demons, and that urge was harder to control when he was a hound than as a human. Still, he was human now, and Garret wasn't a demon. The desire to yield wasn't as strong, and couldn't compare to the satisfaction of being able to control.
: Grin faltering just slightly, Garret watched Mal step away, wondering where he was going. In a few seconds, it became obvious. This was a power play. Mal was taking charge, was going to make Garret beg for this. Well, maybe he wouldn't beg for it. Maybe he'd do what he did in the car and just make Mal... suffer. Not that he thought Mal had suffered at all.
"Guess not," he admitted, shrugging nonchalantly and hopping the back of the couch and landing on the cushions, bouncing a few times. "Wanna watch tv with me?" he asked over his shoulder, grabbing the remote and switching the 40 inch platform television on... to the porno channel.
: Mal chuckled softly as Garret vaulted over the couch. "Sure, tv sounds good." Kicking off his shoes, he let them fall behind the sofa and walked around to sit rather than leaping over the back. Porn was an interesting choice, and Mal figured that it was to continue the game. Fair enough. He could play along.
: Flipping through channels, Garret finally found something they could both enjoy- girl on girl. "She looks like Cherry!" he declared, tossing the remote onto the vacant chair and stretching out, laying his feet in Malakai's lap. Tucking an arm beneath his head, the pathfinder grinned at Mal, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
: Rolling his eyes, Mal let the feet rest where they were. It wasn't the worst thing he'd been used for, so he supposed he could stand being a foot rest for a little while. Taking a glance at the screen, he watched the redhead. "Her ass is too small. But on the whole, yeah, she looks like Cherry."
: For a good half an hour, Garret laid there, watching different females gang bang one another. The girl who looked like Cherry seemed to be the bad girl in the group who was trying to get the typical blonde haired innocent girl to loosen up. Her sexy methods seemed to be working like a charm.
Of course, this was totally backfiring. Watching all the kissing and tits onscreen was certainly rousing Garret's interest- among other things- and he shifted a bit, biting the inside of his bottom lip. Well fuck. Glancing down at Mal, the hellhound seemed like he always did- content and placid. Fucker.
: He was perfectly calm to sit there and watch the women tease and arouse each other with hands and lips and tongues. It was something he'd seen hundreds of times before, and while still sexy as fuck, didn't quite arouse him as speedily as it once could.
: It took about four seconds more before Garret swung his legs off Mal's lap and crawled over to him, stradling the man's lap and immediately leaning down to kiss along his throat. Screw it. He wanted him, had wanted him since the limo ride in the city, and now he didn't care if he was in control or not.
: Grinning happily, Mal shifted to clasp his hands behind his head, giving Garret access to whatever he wanted to touch. Mal wasn't submitting, but he wasn't giving Garret control either. He wanted to wait and see what the human would do. Still, the lips against his throat felt good and Mal allowed a low growl to rumble in his chest.
: All it took was that little growl, that small tiny reverberation in Mal's throat to make Garret shudder. Swallowing, his mouth kissed frantically over Mal's neck, nipping his Adam's apple while his hands busily tugged on the hem of Mal's shirt, pulling it up. "Off," he murmured, palms flattened on the hellhound's perfectly sculpted stomach as it moved the fabric upward.
: Mal's grin only widened. "Admit just how badly you want me first." He made no move to assist and just sat patiently, growling a bit more when Garret bit his throat. It was nice to feel that shudder and know he caused it from nothing more than his voice.
: With a small, frustrated whimper, Garret sighed heavily. "Fine," he said hastily, fingers still tugging. "Now off."
: Mal reached down and grabbed the hem of his shift, slowly pulling it up until just under his armpits. "Say it. Not just fine. Say it." Alright, so he wanted his ego stroked a bit. It wasn't that bad.
: Damn, that hadn't worked. Well, at least he couldn't say he hadn't tried. Sitting back, Garret looked the man up and down a moment, mouth crinkled in thought. But soon it broke again into its normal grin. Instead of saying it, Garret moved off Mal's legs and onto the floor, pushing the hellhound's knees apart and positioning himself between them. Now he could reach Mal's exposed stomach with his mouth, which he did, kissing a slow trail down to the button of the hound's jeans... which he promptly pulled open with his teeth.
: Mal's lips pursed in both annoyance and amusement. Not quite what he'd wanted, but he had to admire Garret's ingenuity. At the moment, his hands were occupied with cloth bunched around his torso. Releasing the material, he let it fall halfway back to his stomach. "Cheater," he murmured, not mad at all.
: Garret chuckled softly, his lips full with denim. His hands run up Malakai's thighs, scooping beneath his hips and lifting them so he could easily grip the zipper in his teeth and tug it down. Fingers curling into the denim that clung tightly to Mal's perfect body, Garret started pulling the cloth off.
: Mal let Garret do all the work, but he did lift his hips slightly to help. "You still haven't said it yet," he reminded softly. Of course, he wasn't going to complain if he got a blowjob or better out of this.
: "Neither have you," Garret responded, tugging the jeans fully off and dropping them gently on the floor next to him. By now his own cock was hard and twitching, aching for attention. Looking up at Mal, Garret smiled up to him, a hungry and lusty look in his baby blues. His hands ran smoothly up the hound's legs, tracing over his inner thighs, one hand squeezing Mal's slowly stiffening cock.
: Leaving his shirt as it was, Mal dropped his hands to the sofa, letting Garret do what he wanted for the moment. "I know." And he had no intentions of mentioning it just now. "Having fun?"
: "Not especially," Garret replied off-handedly, pulling on Mal's underwear until the man lifted his hips and allowed them to come off. Garret's breath caught in his chest a bit, marveling the beautiful piece before him. Forcing himself not to stare, instead the pathfinder looked back up at Mal, moving up toward him and leaning against him, Mal's cock pressed against Garret's bare stomach. Resting his chin on Mal's stomach, he tried his best to look innocent. "Could do with some instruction... master."
: Ooo, now that was a term that sent delicious shivers down Mal's spine. It was so rare that he got to hear himself called that. He had to simply relish it for a moment. Being called Master was enough to take him from half hard to standing at attention, ready to go. It was heady. "Hands here." Mal patted his stomach and waited until Garret complied before covering them with one of his own. He wasn't going to be able to use them until allowed otherwise. "Lick my cock."
: Now that was the reaction Garret had been waiting for. Smile growing as Mal's erection did, Garret purred deep in his throat, pleased. Placing his hands on Mal's stomach, he licked his lips in anticipation as the hellhound gave him a direct order. Normally Garret craved being on top, but right now he was willing to submit to Mal. The man was so fucking masculine, so throaty and sexy and a little intimidating.... he wanted him. He wanted to watch Mal's reaction, to hear him growl and moan as Garret brought him to climax.
Keeping his palms flat, Garret licked a slow, long trail up the underside of his cock. "Just lick?" he murmured, before flicking the head with the tip of his tongue.
Mal kept his breathing deliberate, slow and steady as his eyes darkened to a near black from his arousal. "Yeah. You say you're good with your tongue, so prove it."
: Garret wasn't really sure what he was seeing... right until Mal's eyes turned a deep, inky black. He shivered, partly from excitement and a little from fear. "Nice trick," he mused, knowing it would ruffle Mal's fur a bit to hear anything he did called a "trick". Garret liked when Mal was forceful, and a good way to get him there was to annoy him.
Working his tongue over Mal's hardness, Garret kept his actions slow and deliberate, looking up at the hellhound every few moments to see if he was getting any kind of reaction other than stoicism. No. He knew that he was arousing Mal's libido, there were small signs- the way his breath was too even, the way his eyes had started to glaze in a predatory, lusty kind of look. But on the exterior... nothing. That wouldn't do at all. Fingers curling against the hellhound's stomach, Garret dug his nails into the man's smooth skin. "Am I boring you, master?" he asked smugly, knowing damn well he wasn't. "I can stop if you like..."
Something bright and fiery flashed in Mal's eyes when Garret played down his skills and a low rumble started in his chest. The pathfinder knew just which buttons to push, and Mal was definitely getting annoyed.
Malakai didn't mind the slow, almost torturing movements of Garret's tongue, the way his breath floated over his cock cooling slightly. He liked the nails in his abs, but that mouth could be put to better use. Taking his free hand, he grabbed Garret's hair and growled, "You talk too damn much." Forcing the man's head down, Mal shoved his cock between the open lips. "Much better."
Garret had wanted to make Malakai angry, and he had succeeded. The moment Mal's hand moved off of his, Garret knew he was in for the rough stuff. Mal was a well endowed man, well hound, so getting that shoved into one's mouth wasn't an easy task. He whimpered in suprise, but the noise soon melted into a deep, heated moan. Mal tasted incredible. His skin, his cock, even the small drip of precum at the tip of his cock tasted smokey and sweet.
Moving his hands off Mal's stomach, both his hands wrapped around the base of Mal's cock, gripping it tightly and stroking as his mouth moved up and down over the head.
: Malakai wasn't angry, but he was annoyed. Was being the operative term. It was difficult to remain so when there was a man on his knees worshipping the cock in front of him. Mal couldn't help but smile from knowing that he wasn't the one on his knees like Garret had implied earlier.
A soft hiss escaped his lips when Garret moaned, making his cock vibrate a bit. Mal dropped his head back against the cushions, watching the head bobbing with lowered eyes. Fuck, it felt great.
: Working slowly on the head, Garret was taking deep breaths, trying to get his throat to relax. He couldn't accomodate Mal's girth while still moaning and purring, but getting himself to stop was not that easy.
He drew in a long, slow breath, gradually lowering his mouth over Mal's length, taking in inch by inch until his mouth and throat were filled, tongue stroking the underside gently.
: Again, Mal had to force himself to breathe slowly and evenly, which was hard enough to do when you were being swallowed whole. The hand in Garret's hair tightened reflexively the deeper he went.
Despite how otherwise occupied he was, Garret could tell that Mal was enjoying this. He could feel the muscles tense, could feel him grab tighter in his hair. If he could've smirked he would have, knowing that this was the reason the hellhound had "just happened" to arrive in Boston. That in itself made Garret feel like he was actually the one in power here.
: Sure, this was definitely incentive to arrive in Boston, but Mal could've gone anywhere he wanted. Boston was just closer and it didn't hurt that Garret with the mouth like a Hoover was around. Garret's tongue hit a sensitive spot and made Mal's cock twitch and stomach tighten. He let out a slow breath, enjoying the feel.
Ah, Mal could have gone anywhere... but he didn't. So of course that meant that he was smitten with Garret, no other explaination. Garret was a ten year old in that, when he found a reason in his head, that's what he stuck to.
Malakai was being way too quiet for this. Pulling the hound's cock from his mouth slowly, Garret swirled his tongue over the tip before sitting back, one hand stroking up and down the slick hardness idly, a cheeky and defiant smirk on his lips.
: Mal picked his head up off the cushions and arched a brow. Garret had stopped. "Any reason I shouldn't shove you back down?" The hand felt great, but it still didn't quite compare to the heat, the wet and the tightness of lips wrapped around him. Being a greedy sort of person, Mal wanted that mouth back where it was.
: Still smirking, Garret leaned further back away from Mal, untucking his knees from beneath him so he could lay back onto the floor, knees bent, propped up on his elbows. His own eager erection was prominent in his pajama pants. "Admit that you want it," he said smoothly, eyes dancing.
: "Admit that I want what," Mal asked, eyes narrowed. It was difficult, but he managed to keep his eyes locked on Garret's rather than drifting down to the tent in his lap. Sure, he wanted Garret's mouth, and he even wanted his cock, but that didn't mean he wanted to admit either. Bringing a hand up, he wrapped it around his length, stroking slowly to enjoy the sensation.
: "Admit that you want me," he purred, one foot lifting to brush up and down Mal's calf. "Admit that you want my hot mouth on your cock, you want my tongue stroking up and down, you want me to swallow every... last... drop." Laying back, Garret slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of his pants, lifting his hips and slipping them off, keeping his back arched a moment so his cock was prominent and in Malakai's vision. Tossing the pajama bottoms aside, Garret grabbed his own erection tight in his hand, hissing in pleasure. "Mmm," he moaned deeply, biting his bottom lip.
: Now that was a fun sight to watch, Garret stroking his own cock. Unaware of it, Mal started stroking at the same speed Garret was, shifting down on the sofa a bit to make it more comfortable. The sounds of the video in the background still played, giving sexy background noises that only enhanced those made by the men. "Now why would I want to admit something like that," he groaned.
: Garret was watching Mal just as closely as he was being watched, eyes fixed on the magnificent body before him. "You're not the only one who likes his... ego stroked," he said suggestively, rubbing the sticky droplet of semen over the head of his own cock. "These hands, this mouth, could be yours again... could be milking every drop from your thick, hard, hot cock..." He groaned, a shot of pleasure rippling through him.
"You just have to say the words."
: Mal chuckled, the sound more of a rumble in the chest than laughter. "Something tells me you'd like to have that ego more than just stroked." It wouldn't be hard at all for Mal to admit it. Hell, he'd done worse for years, but it was the principle of the game. Still, that mouth and those hands knew how to please. Mal squeezed his own cock, the head turning a bright purple from the pressure before he loosened his grip.
: "Only one way to find out," Garret challenged, watching Mal's hands intensely. He wanted that cock inside him, in his mouth, gripped in his hands, anywhere. But he also wanted Mal to admit to wanting him, to lose some of his cool control and give in to passion, if only for a few moments.
: Mal's eyes flashed again. He knew he wasn't giving anything up to admit it. He was created to serve as it was. "I want you," he growled. "Mouth, hands, ass. All of it." It wasn't something he wanted to admit, but Mal's cock was leaking a steady stream of clear fluid, he was hard as a rock, and Garret's ass was perfectly postioned to fuck at the moment. There was only so much a hound could handle.
: Victory! Garret could- and would- gloat plenty later. Right now he wanted that huge, hard cock inside him. Grinning wickedly, Garret laid himself out on the floor, arms above his head and hands crossed at the wrists as though he were tied up. "I'm yours," he said simply.
: Mal already knew from the gleam in Garret's eye that he was going to be paying for this dearly later. But that would be later, and this was now. Sliding off the couch Mal crawled over the floor until he was just over Garret. Part of him wondered if Garret had any lube handy. "You already were. I was just waiting for you to admit it," he teased.
: Staying still, letting Mal dominate him, Garret smirked up at the other man. "You sneaky little hound," he mused, realizing that without intending to, Garret had admitted something he hadn't wanted to. Still... now it was out in the open, so there was no need for pretense. Leaning up, Garret kissed Mal hard on the mouth, moaning deeply into it. He did have lube, all the way in the bedroom. He wasn't sure he wanted to wait that long.
Mal chuckled and grinned. "Yup." Now Mal had ammunition to use against Garret, same as the pathfinder had against him. He probably wouldn't ever make use of it, but the demon inside him filed the information away, just in case.
He returned the kiss, biting Garret's lower lip then sweeping his tongue inside. As he kissed, Mal was thinking, wondering just how much longer he wanted to make Garret wait before stuffing him full.
: Arching his back into the hellhound, Garret's pulse raced, his hands reaching up to run in the other man's hair, tugging the locks desperately. Malakai's mouth was made of some kind of magic, it was turning Garret into a melted puddle of lusty, needy, whimpering want.
"Take... now... inside..." He couldn't form complete sentences, could barely force himself to break the kiss long enough to murmur.
: Malakai reached down and grasped himself, rubbing the head of his cock against Garret's ass and pressing lightly. Nowhere near enough pressure to enter, but enough to drive the man wild. "Tell me how bad you want me." His hips pressed forward a little more to make his point.
: This wasn't fair! Of course Garret would beg for Mal to enter him, he was laying beneath his muscled body, hard as hell and needing release. Lifting his hips to press against Mal's cock, Garret growled hungrily, gripping the other man tightly. "Lube, bedroom... now."
: Mal grinned and leaned forward, biting Garret's neck and growling. After holding for a moment, he rolled off and sat down. "Go get it then." It'd be faster if he did, since Malakai had no clue where in the bedroom it was and didn't want to waste time to get it.
Actually, he didn't want to waste time at all, so hestood and tugged Garret to his feet, letting him lead the way to the bed room.
: The bossing around was hot, although frustrating as hell because contact was broken, but being given orders, getting tugged to his feet... Garret shivered in anticipation, letting Malakai pull him along. He stopped at the bedroom door, tugging Mal's hand to halt him, moving in front of the man and pressing himself against the hellhound. "You left Danvers just to see me," he panted, nipping at the other man's lower lip. "You wanted me so fucking much you drove an hour just to see me... to fuck me..." A hand reached between them to grip Mal's cock tightly, stroking it, rubbing the head against his own cock.
: Mal growled low and deep, knowing just how it sent those delicious chills down Garret's spine. "Keep talking," he paused, hissing as their skin touched. Fuck that felt good. "And you won't get fucked." He raised his eyes to Garret's, the heat and intense need evident.
: It sent a thousand chills through Garret, as it always did, making the pathfinder's hand grip tighter. Looking down into Mal's deep eyes, seeing in them a desperate need for release, the pathfinder growled back. "I don't think I could stop you fucking me," he murmured. He leaned back against the closed door, his free hand gripped the flesh of Mal's hips, pulling their bodies close, his heart beating against his ribcage.
: Mal paused for a moment, wagging his head. "You're right. But it'd be delayed." He rocked his hips into Garret's hand, rubbing his cock against the other, feeling the skin slide as precum mixed. Malakai braced his hands against the door on either side of Garret's head, his breathing not quite so controlled now. His lips hovered inches above the other man's, tempting. "How long do you want to make yourself wait?" There was very little of a human left in his voice. It was darker, deeper and sounded hungry with the feral growl.
: Every word uttered from Malakai's perfect lips made Garret tremble, made him melt against the door, grip tighter to Mal. His breath was quick and shallow, mind swimming. "Maybe... I just like making you suffer more than I want you... and I can tell you want it, want it bad... I can feel you aching for it..." He jerked hard on the hellhound's cock, tugging him closer.
: Mal stepped closer, not because of the insistent tugging, but to press against Garret, chest to chest, hip to hip and feel him trapped between the door and his hardness. "So you're telling me if I were to step away right now," he groaned in Garret's ear, tongue flicking out over the edge. "It wouldn't bother you in the slightest?" Mal licked from his earlobe down his throat to his collarbone, tasting salt, sweat and desire. Even as a human, he loved to lick. It was that inherant hound trait he couldn't lose. Dropping a hand from the door, he pressed it between their bodies. Easily, he found their cocks and circled around Garret's head, spreading the slickness he found there.
Of course Mal stepping away would bother him, it would drive him completely insane. He wanted this so, so badly. But he loved the way Mal's eyes darkened, loved how he became more primal, fierce, demanding. "N-nope," he lied, voice shaking, gasping slightly as Mal took hold of him. "Wouldn't bother me a bit... oh, fuck..." His head tilted back, thumping against the door, neck exposed for Mal to keep kissing and biting and do whatever the fuck he wanted.
: Mal smiled against Garret's neck. "Liar." He could smell it. There was something about a lie that smelled almost bitter. He tugged Garret's hand away and replaced it with his own, wrapping it around the two cocks and thrusting slowly against him. Mal's tongue laved Garret's throat, passing over the adam's apple on the way to the other side. He paused to bite, a little harder than before. This control, it was heady. No wonder demons wielded it over him.
: Hissing at the bite, eyes closing into it, Garret's hand fumbled for the doorknob, groping at the flat wood until he finally grasped the smooth, polished handle. Twisting it, the door flung open and they both stumbled into the room, mouths and hands and limbs tangled. White and red rose petals kicked up beneath their feet, fluttered into the air as the two men fell to the bed, Garret holding Malakai on top of him, kissing his neck and shoulders desperately.
Malakai worked to keep his balance as he tottered forward, hands wrapped around Garret. As they collapsed on the petals and sheets, his hand tightened around their cocks, pressing them together. "Admit you want me," he growled against Garret's neck. Part of him wondered where that lube was. Mal wanted to be buried deep and he knew Garret was tight.
: Admit to something? Garret could barely fucking breathe right now. Scooting backward up the bed, taking Mal along with him, Garret's hand reached up to feel for the small table beside the bed, fingers gripping until they grasped over the knob. Wrenching his mouth from the hellhound's, tilting his head back to see what he was doing, his fingertips finally found and clutched to the bottle. Mal's mouth was so hot, and wet, and he wanted it wrapped around him.
"I.. want..." He swallowed, flipping open the pop top with his thumb, lungs burning. "I want you as much as you want me," he choked out, grinding himself into Mal's hand, lubricant spilling onto his own digits generously. Dropping the bottle to the bedspread, Garret forced a hand between then and took hold of Malakai, stroking him up and down, making him slick.
: A shiver started at Malakai's shoulders and rolled down his spine, feeling the slick hand slide over him. "Fuck," he gasped. Supporting himself on his arms, he brought his eyes to meet Garret's. "Legs up." Typically he'd tell him to roll over, but that would take too much time and Mal wanted to be hilt deep five minutes ago.
: Even in their threesome with Cherry, Garret had never seen Mal so... desperate. Back then he had been totally in control, giving orders (when Cherry wasn't), an aloof satisfaction in his dark eyes. Now, though, he was cursing and kissing and reaching for any bit of skin he could get his mouth on. Garret's heart raced, knowing that he was the cause, the drug of being desired fueling him. Lifting himself into position, Garret tried to force himself to relax, taking deep lungfuls of breath, knowing from experience this was going to hurt like hell for a little while.
: It was because Mal actually liked Garret that he wasn't going to shove his way in. With others, he hadn't cared and just wanted to get his rocks off. Bracing himself on one hand, he worked to steady his mind, at the same time rubbing his head over Garret's entrance to tease. Slowly, he pressed forward.
: The teasing made Garret whimper, eyes closed, fingers gripping to Mal tightly. Part of him wished the other man would just shove it in, all the way, tear through him. It would hurt so much, and feel so good. Just do it, God, just fuck me, please, fuck... he thought to himself, though he said nothing. It felt like he might have a heart attack just waiting.
Slowly, carefully, Malakai started pushing inside him, and the familiar burning stretch made Garret suck in all his breath. "Fuck," he whispered through clenched teeth, eyes shut tight. "Don't stop, don't stop..."
: Mal had no intentions of stopping. This felt too fucking good. He told himself that the only reason he was this riled up was because the last time he'd fucked someone it'd been Garret and Cherry. Not the longest he'd gone without, but definitely too long.
He wanted to be deeper, so Mal shoved forward, filling Garret with most of his length before he paused to let the pathfinder catch his breath. Slowly, he eased back, waiting for the tightness around his cock to loosen just a bit. Hades, that felt great. He could feel his body temperature rise a bit from the sensations and he worked to control it.
: Garret gasped, then cried out, then whimpered, curling upward and resting his forehead to Mal's shoulder. It was so intense, too intense, this sensation. It was hot and painful and sexy and it felt so incredible he thought he might pass out. Thank God Mal was letting him breathe.
Letting his head fall back to the mattress, a slow exhale loosening his tensed muscles, Garret looked up into Mal's deep eyes, their blackness hinted with red, like a precious marble. He swallowed, smiling, and reached up to touch a strand of the man's hair. "You should never be anyone's servant," he whispered, panting. "You belong taking charge."
: Mal nodded at Garret's comment, using the moment to thrust deeper again. Almost to the hilt. Before this was over, Garret would be stuffed full with hellhound cock and loving it. "Glad you think so." Mal pulled out again, taking a breath. "But you can't say anything other than 'more', 'harder', or 'yes, master'. Understand?" To emphasize his point, Mal thrust in hard.
: The hard thrust made Garret cry out, his voice ragged and loud. "Fuck!" he screamed. "I-I mean, yes, yes master." He was quick to correct himself. Arching his back, he waited for Mal to pull out again, to slam hard into him, to find that small cluster of nerves that sent sparks shooting throughtout Garret's body. "Can I... your name..." he moaned desperately, his fingers losing themselves in Mal's hair and tugging sharply.
: Being in control of someone else made Mal have control of himself. He smirked, the expression dark and yet sexy. Pulling out slowly, he thrust in sharply again, taking his time to make Garret guess his moves. Should he allow the man to use his name? "As long as you call me Master more than Malakai." Hell, since Malakai wasn't even his real name, he wasn't too keen on hearing it, but that master...that sent chills down his spine. Mal shifted his hips, going deeper until he could feel Garret's ass pressed against his thighs.
: "Oh, fuck, Mal," he growled immediately, rising to meet the other man's thrusts. He was starting to loosen, and instead of feeling intense pain and pleasure, he was only feeling the intense pleasure. The head of the hellhound's thick cock brushed places inside him he did not know were possible, shooting electric sex all throughout. On the man's next thrust, everything went white for a moment, Garret's back arching high and sharply. "Jesus fucking!" he screamed, clawing into Mal's back, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. "Shit, you, fuck, of, fuck..." he was already forgetting his instructions, pleasure clouding every inch of his brain.
"F-faster," he stammered, not knowing if he could handle faster, but wanting to find out.
: Mal flinched a bit, hearing the holy name called out. That was just wrong. "There's no 'Jesus' here," he groaned, thrusting harder into him. Leaning over Garret, Mal took most of his weight on his arms, but the position pressed him impossibly deep. Shifting his head to the crook of Garret's neck, he licked a warm, wet streak from shoulder to ear, growling softly as he thrust faster.
: Shuddering, Garret lost all breath in his lungs, head swimming. He couldn't think, breathe, see, speak, hear. He could only feel, and everything he felt was hot and hard and a thousand times more than he was used to. Orgasm was fast approaching, an oncoming train that would not yield, would flatten him beneath its sharp wheels.
It started as a low growl, vibrating deep in Garret's chest. Gradually it grew louder, harder, more raw, until this harsh primal noise was emitting from the pathfinder, something between a scream and a moan. His nails left marks on Mal's skin, deep scratches that were threatening to break the skin. he could feel the tightness growing low in his belly, his scrotum squeezing, cock hard as adamantine. "Shit," he whimpered, every muscle locked, all functions ceasing except the hard, fierce explosion of cum shooting him his cock, spraying both their stomachs.
: Mal smirked. Figured the pathfinder would get off first. Malakai could go for hours if he wanted to, and now that he had semi-control over himself, he was tempted. As it was, he shifted inside Garret. He'd slowed his thrusts as the man got off, but he never stopped. The air was musky now, and it centered around their stomachs. Dropping his head, Mal dragged his tongue over a hot pool of cum, licking it up. "Sweet," he growled, thrusting hard again.
: It was too much sensation, too much. He was only human, after all. Garret felt like he'd just rn a thousand miles, all his muscles aching and exhausted but still Mal pushed into him, thrust after thrust, the swipe of his soft tongue making Garret jerk like a puppet beneath him. "Fuck," he moaned, an almost defeated sound, the sound of someone so overstimulated they did not know if they loved it or hated it.
Still clinging to the hound, Garret managed to keep a few breaths of air in his lungs. He curled up into the man, holding him tightly, shaking at every thrust, crying out each time Malakai's cock struck that nerve center. "I want.. to watch you... cum for me..." he panted, words straining to get out through the constant moans and gasps. He leaned close to the man's ear, nipping at the lobe. "You make such sexy fucking noises," he growled, with more breath than he'd thought capable. "I want to hear them... all of them. Please, cum for me..." And then he added, with a sharp upward jerk of his hips and a tongue tracing over Malakai's ear, "Master."
: Mal shuddered against Garret's hands. That Master was an excellent button to push. It was a shame Garret was only human, because he was an excellent fuck, and Mal wanted to keep going. Still, he was a reasonable man. Thrusting faster, panting much like the hound he was, Mal felt himself teetering on the edge. "Fuck," he groaned, gripping the sheets hard. One, two, three thrusts more and Mal exploded, thick and hot with a growl rumbling in his chest. Smoke rose in faint whiffs under his hands from where he singed the sheets, and his body twitched from the intensity of the moment.
: Not only was Garret human, but he was not in his 20s anymore. Not that he thought for a moment he could ever have kept up with a hellhound, but at least it would have been fun to try. Plus, he had spent all weekend having sex, so when his body told him it was spent, it was not an exaggeration. Still, he was glad that Malakai finished when he did, was glad that while yes, his head was still fuzzy from his own climax, he could still appreciate the other man's.
Panting, sweating, body burning from being beneath Mal, Garret moaned softly while the man above him came down from climax. His own muscles shuddered a few times, aftershocks of orgasm rippling through him. Garret was one of the lucky males who could manage multiple orgasms, though the latter ones were by far weaker than the first.
: Giving himself a very canine shake, oblivious to how it made his cock shift and twitch inside Garret, Malakai brought himself out of the orgasmic haze. Figuring it was better to be quick, he pulled out of the other man and shifted off him, hopping up to his feet. He felt much better than he had a couple hours before. Stretching his arms over his head to work out the tension, he glanced back to where Garret lay. "You look happy."
: 'Happy' barely did it justice. In fact, Garret turned his head numbly to look at Malakai, as if to wordlessly ask him if he were out of his fucking mind. He was completely worn out, could not even move if he wanted to. And he knew that everything would be sore in about ten minutes. Still... totally worth it.
"Yer soinlovewithme," he mumbled as reply, letting his eyes fall closed,
: Malakai chuckled, following his nose to the bathroom. "Take a nap, Garret," he instructed, though he was pretty sure the pathfinder was almost asleep anyways. As for him, Mal felt revved and energized. He turned the shower on to screaming hot and stepped under the spray, cleaning up before he moved back to the sitting room.
: "You do!" Garret shouted accusingly, waving a weak hand after the hound, who had already walked into another room. It was true, Mal so did. It was obvious. "Poor guy," he mumbled to himself, forcing himself to roll onto his sie despite how exhausted he felt. He knew that his back was going to be aching very soon, and laying on it would feel like knives were being plunged up his ass.
"Ow," he mumbled pitifully, about four seconds before he fell asleep.