Garret J. Foss (cant_touchthis) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-07-23 16:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | garret, mal |
Saturday September 7th 2019
Who: Garret and Mal
What: Confrontation about the email
Where: Mal's apartment
When: Evening
Rating: NSFW
After coming home from his day out with Lloyd, Garret had taken Pais out for a quick run, came home and cooked them both a steak, then kicked off his shoes and settled in for the night. He could have gone to The Flamingo, and see Lloyd in his pretty new dresses, but Garret needed to catch up on things he hadn't done yesterday because he'd been too distracted. As it turned out, his distraction and worry was for naught, because the evening with Rorie had actually been very pleasant. But that still left him with work to do, so grabbing his laptop and leaving room for Pais on the couch, Garret logged on to check his email. He was surprised to find one from Mal, someone he wasn't sure had ever emailed him (well not since the unpleasantness), and was surprised even more by the email's contents. For the longest time he stared at it, reading and rereading, trying to make sense of any of it. If Mal had been harboring these feelings, he did a damn good job of hiding it. Garret never saw this coming. A part of him thought to just return an email, but decided against it. If Mal had gathered up enough courage to write this, he deserved a face to face meeting.
Of course, Garret didn't know what he was going to say, or what he wanted to say, when he was finally standing in front of Mal's apartment door. He had sometimes thought about what might happen if Mal ever indicated that he still cared, but now that the prospect was staring him in the face... Garret's heart was hammering hard by the time Mal opened the door.
Mal was baking the cookies that had been requested by his new student, even though he had absolutely no reason to do so. It was a good thing that he just liked baking and it was a stress reliever for him. Having something to do that filled his home with such sweet aromas wasn't hard to do. So that's what he was doing. The second batch went into the oven and he was rolling some in sugar when he caught Garret's scent by his door. That was strange. Frowning, he set the cookies on a cooling rack and moved towards the door, opening it with a straight face. "Garret," he greeted with a nod, ignoring the sugar on his fingers.
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Just seeing Mal standing there was enough to suck the breath out of his lungs. For a moment Garret was quiet, just looking at the other man. What was he supposed to say? Most of his career was based on his gift with words, but he couldn't think of a single suitable one right now. An idea leapt into his mind, a terrible idea to just throw himself at Mal and kiss him and answer any questions the hellhound might have that way.
But, that was a very bad idea, so instead he coughed slightly and straightened his shoulders. "Hi," he said finally, demanding that both his brain and his heart calm down. He could do this, and be rational, and solve this problem like he solved countless others. "I wanted to talk to you about something. May I come in?"
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If Mal were an ordinary person, he'd be shifting from one foot to the other rather impatiently, wondering game Garret was playing. Instead, he waited calmly, moving to the side as Garret stepped in. "I'm working in the kitchen. You're welcome to join me." He needed to finish rolling those cookies before they cooled down too much.
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Stepping into the apartment, Garret did a quick look around. He had never been in here before, but he had seen it a few times when his drunk mind had gotten the better of him, and he did a little spying on his hound. Not his prouder moments.
"You're baking?" he asked, looking over the kitchen and the mess therein. It smelled delicious, but then Mal's house always did. Mal usually cooked, but he had been known to produce some impressive baked goods from time to time. "Oh. Those Greek cookie things that I can't pronounce. I remember those. I love th-" Pausing, realizing what was happening, and what the email had said, and how it was all coming together very alarmingly, Garret fell silent. This was real. It was really real, and Mal had written that email and now Garret was standing in his apartment and he didn't know what to do about it.
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Mal kept rolling his warm cookies in the sugar, cupping his palms around a couple of them that had gotten too cool. "Would you like one? I remember you liked them warm." He set one further off to the side in offering, concentrating on the last few getting the sugar dusting and being put aside. He also rerolled a few that the sugar had melted into a thin glaze. That was one of his mini secrets. Dual dusting.
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Watching Mal carefully, Garret shook his head. He was looking for something, any kind of indication that Mal might be waiting for something. But there was just that look about him, indifference and polite dismissal. "Okay," he said finally, "I'm just... I'm just going to say this. Because I really think we need to talk about it." Running a hand through his hair, Garret exhaled a slow breath. "You know why I'm here, and I just wanted to say that... well I guess I don't know what I want to say. Why didn't you just talk to me about it? Being so... I don't know, cryptic... I mean you're cryptic about a lot of things, but not things like this. Not in this way."
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Mal finished rolling his cookies and set them aside, glancing down at his sugar covered finger tips. Well there was one way to get rid of that. Leaning against the counter, he watched Garret, slowly licking the sugar from the pads of his fingers, even sucking it into his mouth to get it all. One at a time. He watched Garret talk, and assumed it must have been about either their meeting yesterday, or the way he left. Very well. He could discuss that. "You almost never wish to talk about it. There never seemed to be any point." He started cleaning the next finger.
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Distracted a moment, Garret was missing the incredibly enticing show being put on for him, but when he did notice, his fumbled words stopped and he just watched, his mouth going dry. This hound was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it. "Um," he said finally, a stray thought drifting through his mind, "Well before I didn't... I didn't know how you felt about things. But now that I do, I mean now that you've told me, I um..." Licking his lips, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "You said to come see you if I felt... the same, so... so I'm here."
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Mal paused in licking his finger, slowly sliding his thumb from his mouth. "Oh really?" This was an interesting turn of events. The hound racked his brain attempting to determine when he may have told Garret how he felt, or that he should come see him. It wasn't ringing a bell right away, but that didn't mean it hadn't happened. He'd keep thinking. In the meantime "And just how is it that you feel, Garret?"
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This wasn't going at all how he had imagined it. "I... Well you're the one that wrote it! Why does it feel like I'm being interrogated? You're the one with explaining to do!" He didn't know how, but Mal had always done that, always turned things around and made Garret wonder if he ever knew what it was he thought he knew.
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Mal lowered his head slightly and frowned. "Why is it so hard for you to answer a simple question? You come here speaking in riddles and all I want to know is how you feel. Not too complicated." He'd broken the habit of using his nose around Garret, knowing that the man had hated it. Maybe it was time to start using it that way again.
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"Not too..." With a dry laugh, Garret rubbed his forehead and leaned a hip against the kitchen counter. "I'm the one speaking in riddles?? You sent me an email! Like we're in college or something! With this weird little code about cookies and whatnot, and it just, it's all come out of the blue! You've been keeping this from me for how long now? I mean... why didn't you ever say anything! You always acted like you're just fine, like you don't even care but apparently, you do care. A lot."
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Mal blinked, now even more confused. "Email? What email?" He shook his head in denial. He hadn't sent Garret an email, that much he knew. But he couldn't deny the second statement. He did care, more than he wanted to. It was why he had agreed to marry him, and then let him walk away. Because the bad ass hellhound loved a human.
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Oh good, now he was backpedaling. "What... you're kidding, right?" Fishing his phone from his pocket, Garret scrolled through the apps, pulling up his email and opening Mal's message, enlarging it so there would be no way to misread it. Holding out the phone, he said (with a touch of annoyance) "This one. Right here. Sent yesterday afternoon. From you."
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Mal shook his head again, watching as Garret pulled open his phone. That couldn't be right. "I didn't send this," he said clearly. Leaving the kitchen, he went to his computer which was opened to his email. He refreshed it and searched his sent folder. "Fuck," he swore softly. There it was. The same email Garret had shown him in his folder.
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Four words was all it took to knock any and all wind from Garret's sails. He hadn't sent this. But if he hadn't, then why was it from his account? Why was it in his email? Why would someone hack into Mal's email just to send something like that? For a minute Garret tried to think of someone who would, but nobody came to mind. No one.
"Oh," Garret said softly, shutting off his phone and slipping it back into his pocket. Oh. What else was there to say? If Mal knew nothing about this, then he had just come here and made a complete idiot of himself.
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Mal read the email and then read it again, thinking back over their brief conversation. Walking back to the kitchen, he stood in the doorway, wanting to stop him from thinking of leaving, even though he knew it was pointless. If Garret wanted to leave, he could phase through the floor and Mal couldn't stop him. "Wait. You said you came here because you felt the same. Tell me truthfully, did you mean that?" He didn't want to admit what the knot in his stomach was. That it was tight waiting for his answer. A mix of nerves....and hope.
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Phasing through the door wouldn't even be necessary, because Garret was just about ready to drop through the floor and never be seen again. How could he have been so stupid? How could he even think for a minute that Mal would ever... Growling to himself, Garret rubbed his forehead, wishing that he had never come over here. Mal was probably thoroughly enjoying this.
Starting toward the door, he was stopped by the other's presence, and was a little confused by it. Was Mal really going to stand there and force him to keep feeling like an idiot? But the question, and the strange tone in his voice, made Garret pause. "I... I don't know," he admitted. "When I thought that you were... that you still felt... I mean I don't know. It made me think about things." He couldn't do this. He couldn't let Mal know that he still thought about it, about them, because it was pointless to admit. "But you don't, so it doesn't matter anyway. And I feel... completely stupid, so can I please just go?"
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"Please stay. At least a bit longer." Mal licked his lips, an uncharacteristic gesture of nerves. He thought about what he wanted to say, how to say what he meant without making himself look like too much of a fool. And then it hit. He already had the answer. "Would you like a cookie? You used to love them," he offered softly. The coincidences were astounding, but maybe, just maybe, they would help.
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This was... unusual. This wasn't the chilled confidence that Garret was used to getting from Mal, this was... different. This was softer and gentler and, to the untrained eye, desperate. But that couldn't be right. This was Mal, not some other person. Mal didn't get desperate, and he didn't get nervous even though everything he was doing would indicate otherwise. "Okay..." he said warily, watching Mal closely. "Sure. Thank you."
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Mal got desperate when it came to losing the man he loved again. Nervous when the rejection stared him in the face. The cookie was accepted, but the hesitation made him wonder if Garret understood what Mal was offering. Himself. He wasn't going to give up quiet yet, so he walked to the table, standing next to Garret as he plucked a warm cookie from the rack, holding it out to feed him.
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It was hard to trust his instincts with Mal because Mal had been trained for centuries to blend in and let people see what they wanted to see. The problem was, Garret wasn't really sure what he wanted to see. This was his ex husband, and entertaining thoughts about him was dangerous. At least, he had thought so before. Now he wasn't so sure.
Looking between Mal and the cookie, Garret hesitated. "Tell me the truth," he said after a moment, meeting the hound's eyes. "Did you write that email?"
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Mal still held the cookie between them. He took a slow breath, but never once broke eye contact. "No," he whispered. "But I wish I had." He smirked a bit. "Though I'd like to think I'd be a bit more creative than 'I like your cookies'."
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Eyes widening slightly, Garret stepped back from Mal, disbelief heavy in his chest. This couldn't be real. It felt like a dream, like someone was babbling nonsense at him. Mal had always been fine, totally indifferent. There was no way that he harbored feelings still. "You... you mean you're..."
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Pain from the rejection flashed for a brief moment in Mal's eyes before he closed it off. He should have known. Garret ran from commitment, and this was just another time for him to run. "Yeah. That's what I mean." At this point, there was no reason to not admit it. The knife in his chest was all but plunged in. May as well go for broke. His hand dropped the cookie and he waited.
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For a moment there was total silence in the room, and then Garret remembered to breathe. This was so similar to fantasies that Garret used to have, both when he and Mal were married and after. The hound, the strong, impenetrable soul of the hell creature standing before him, putting his heart on his sleeve. Acting like he was worried that Garret wouldn't want him, when (in Garret's mind) it had always been the other way around.
"All this time, and you never..." But why would he? Garret had been the one to leave, not Mal. Why should Mal bother to give him the privilege of knowing anything? He had long since given up that right. Shaking his head, Garret sighed, heavily. He couldn't do this. He couldn't. But he was, closing the gap between them, one hand resting hesitant on Mal's waist while the other reached for the hound's face, his thumb stroking over the smooth cheek. Mal never had stubble, never. "Why?" he whispered, the question holding so much weight, so many meanings.
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Mal still held the cookie, slowly coming to realize that it wouldn't be taken. Wasn't wanted or needed. Just like him. "Why yes? Or why no?" There was a different answer for each, but he didn't know how to explain it. "Why do you think I came back here? Or stayed?" He could go anywhere in the world and would probably be safer someplace else, but he'd stayed.
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"I don't know," Garret said helplessly, which was a lie, because he did know. Just the way Mal was looking at him now told him everything, even if he couldn't believe it. "I don't know why you do anything. I don't know why you married us, I don't know why you came back, I don't know why you're here when you could be anywhere else in the entire world, and probably much happier..." Drawing himself nearer, until their bodies were almost touching, Garret laughed, softly. "But mostly, I don't know why you're standing there, with me in your kitchen, and you haven't kissed me yet."
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Mal slowly raised his hand, the one covered in sugar and holding the damned cookie. "Because I'm still waiting." And he would wait until there was a decision made.
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"Waiting? For what?" Brow furrowed, Garret glanced over to what Mal was holding, then back. "You're serious," he said, more a deadpan statement than a question. Letting his hands fall from Mal's body, Garret stepped back, crossing his arms defensively over his chest. "This is more like you," he scoffed. "I don't know who that was ten seconds ago, but you I recognize now." Shaking his head he turned, starting for the door. This had been a mistake, this entire evening.
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Mal growled, scorching the cookie to ashes in his hand and grabbing Garret with the other, tugging him back hard against his body. "Tell me this. Do you love me or want me at all? Tell me true and I'll let you go." Well, he might let him go. If Garret still wanted him, then that kitchen counter would be getting used for more than baking rather quickly.
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Gasping sharply, Garret was drawn back, a small growl lost in his throat. This was his Mal, the one he knew. But not in a bad way, like a moment ago. This was the Mal that didn't hide what he wanted, who took it, demanded it. Catching his breath, Garret met Mal's gaze, unrelenting. "I'm here, aren't I?"
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"Answer my question," Mal growled softly in warning. He'd tried being sweet and honest, but apparently it didn't work and wouldn't with this man. He shoved Garrett against the fridge, following with his own body, hot and solid, coiled muscle. "Do you love me still?"
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Crying out, growling in frustration, Garret struggled uselessly against the other. Sometimes Mal was so purposely obtuse, it drove him crazy. "What the hell do you think?" he snarled, wriggling until his arms were free, until he could wrap them around the hard, lean body pressed against him, both hands splaying over Mal's back. "Eight fucking years I can't even look you in the eye, I can't even say your name because it feels like a knife in the chest! Yes! Yes I fucking love you!"
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"Good," Mal growled again, slamming his mouth against Garret's, kissing him hard for the first time in eight years. He still tasted the same, felt the same. Mal swirled his tongue in just the way he remembered Garret liked, rocking against him.
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That kiss brought back so many memories, so many nights and dark places, the fierceness and the heat that went along with it. Garret moaned deeply into it, his knees giving slightly as he clung to Mal to stay upright. "Good?" he grunted between kisses, having to fight to breathe against Mal's commanding mouth. "That's all I get?" One hand braved upward, grabbing Mal's dark locks and tugging sharply, jerking his head back. "You shadow me for eight years and all I get is 'good'??" Grinding against Mal's body, Garret sought out the flesh of his throat and bit it hard, sinking his teeth in, hard enough to draw blood on any other man.
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Mal's chest rumbled at the tug, heat flashing through his body before he calmed it when Garret bit him. "About damned time." He reached down, hauling Garret into his arms and kissing him again, moving so he could set his lover onto the counter, leaving his hands free to touch. Mal bit at Garret's throat with a harsh growl, his hands ripping open the shirt to scrape his nails over that body.
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Garret was not the sort of man who was used to being lifted and carried about, and it had been a long time since someone had literally torn open his shirt and raked their nails over his skin. He cried out, loudly, letting his head fall back a moment just to catch some air. "You can do better than that," he panted, his own hands roaming every inch of Mal that he could reach.
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"Oh, I know," Mal murmured under his breath, Garret's clothes fading and appearing in a neat pile on one of the kitchen chairs, leaving him gloriously naked on Mal's counter from the spell. The hound licked over Garret's chest, biting sharply in places he knew were particularly sensitive.
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Being instantly naked was definitely not expected, and for the briefest of seconds Garret felt self conscious. It didn't last, though, because despite the minor imperfections that only he could point out, Garret knew he looked damn good.
Watching Mal's mouth move, Garret gasped softly when he was bitten, amazed that how, even after all the time that passed, Mal had remembered every inch of him so well. Taking the hound's chin in his hand, Garret stopped Mal's movements, tilting his head upward. "Say it," he said softly, his eyes bright and burning. "Tell me." He wanted to hear it, he needed to hear it, just in case.
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Mal raised his head, bringing himself level with Garret. "I love you. I have for the past eleven years." He waited, wanting to make sure that it was what Garret needed to hear. And to make sure that Garret didn't suddenly phase out and leave.
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Knowing it was coming, and hearing it, were two very different things. Swallowing, Garret just watched Mal a moment. There was a hesitation, a moment where he did consider leaving now, before this became a mess. They could both act as though this never happened. They had done so with the marriage for almost a decade.
Pushing Mal back a step, Garret slid himself off the counter, and started right off in undressing the man in front of him. Once Mal's shirt was gone, his jeans unbuttoned and making their way don his hips, Garret caught his bottom lip in a nipping kiss. "Prove it," he murmured.
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Mal hesitated, but moved back after all, tension leaving his body when Garret stripped him. He was worried that the human would leave after all. Reaching out, he drew Garret tightly to him, kissing him hard and using all the passion he felt to draw those sexy, needy sounds from Garret. His hands roved over tight flesh, slapping Garret's ass just to feel him arch up.
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With a small gasp, and a deep groan, Garret moved himself against Mal's body, his tongue forcing itself past the man's lips, tasting him deeply. He had missed this, so much. He wanted to go slowly, to have this last forever so he would never have to think about the outcome of this night. But his body was more demanding, and it refused to keep pace with his brain.
One arm stayed around Mal's waist, the other used to guide them along as Garret pulled Mal into the living room, wanting to lay him down but knowing he wasn't going to make it to the bedroom. All the while he maintained that kiss, moaning and panting and biting those sweet, perfect lips.
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Mal moved along with Garret, if for no other reason than to keep the contact. He stopped their movements at the living room, tossing Garret down onto the sofa and following with his body. A hand slid under Garret to grab his ass, fingers brushing over that sensitive area, wanting to bury himself there. But it'd been so long, Mal knew Garret would hurt from it.
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Garret was already arching up into Mal's body by the time the hound made his way on top of him, seeming to take forever. He gave a shudder when Mal's fingers strayed to that sensitive spot, but instead of melting beneath that touch, Garret pushed himself upright, sending Mal to sit back on his heels. It had been so long since they'd been together, and Garret remembered all too well how Mal filled him, how it hurt so wonderfully and awfully at the same time. He remembered how it was always like that, Mal dominating and tearing into his skin, taking control.
Not tonight. "Lay down," he instructed, eyes dark and voice husky.
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Mal rocked back onto his knees, watching Garret. He was somewhat sruprised that he'd been pushed away. "Tell me why I should." He was already enjoying himself, having missed all these little things about Garret. The way he pushed, tried to take control even when he knew he really couldn't.
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There was no reason that Garret could give to convince Mal. He either would, or he wouldn't. But Garret put a hand on the other's stomach, letting his fingers linger on the defined muscles there. "Because for once," he said quietly, eyes roving the other's body, "I want to be the one to make you feel weak. I want to be the one that fills you, makes you give up control and just feel everything... I want to push you until you think you're going to break, until you want me to stop but I won't, and then you just... light up, and burn, and let yourself go." He moved closer, lips pressing soft kisses along Mal's collarbone, curving up his neck. "That's what you did to me every time."
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Mal didn't lay back, but he did arch his throat, a subtle invitation and surrender. "That's not gonna be easy. You know I don't submit well." Still, what Garret said, the way he said it, made it sound so tempting he was curious to try.
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With a soft, breathy chuckle, Garret put a hand on Mal's chest, pushing slightly, a gentle coax. "You do for me," he murmured seriously. "You always have."
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Mal pushed back against that hand, arching a brow. "Not always," he argued. "But I will this time." Garret wanted Mal to prove his love, and so he would.
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"Just because I lost some battles doesn't mean I didn't win the war," he purred, giving soft, gentle nips to the hound's Adam's apple. "Let me do this for you. I want to."
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He hesitated for a moment, holding his breath before he shifted on the sofa, laying down beneath Garret. It shouldn't worry him. Mal knew he could easily seize control again at any moment. But he would try to let Garret have this.
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Mal was full of surprises tonight. Garret had half expected him to throw him down onto the couch, push hard into him and refuse to relinquish control. But instead, he was laying down, looking nervous and determined and so amazingly sexy Garret could hardly stand it. Moving slowly, Garret pushed Mal's thighs apart and shifted himself between them, kissing down that hard, flat stomach, his breath growing more and more heated and uneven. His tongue darted out to taste the skin every so often, the warmth making him purr. Everything was coming back to him, the scents and the sounds that he had supressed for so long.
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Mal groaned softly, stroking through Garret's silky hair as he kissed him, tasted him. It took will, but he managed to let Garret slide between his thighs, reminding himself that he could stop this. Mal held back his groans, wanting to make Garret work for them.
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His lips moving further south, Garret slowed his trail as he savored everything, made Mal wait for the reward, made him yearn for it. That mouth, the one that had tasted Mal's climax countless times, curled into a small smirk at the sight of his hardness. The Beast. Both hands ran along the smooth skin on Mal's inner thighs, two fingers of one hand pressing against his tight entrance, persisting but not penetrating. Not yet. First, Garret's tongue made its way along the deep line of Mal's left hip, curving beneath and teasing at his hole, then drawing up the taint and pressing flat on the soft, hairless sac that sat at the base of his hardness, the long, thick, heated member that made Garret moan just thinking about. As his fingers pushed their way past Mal's tightness, moving slowly but insistantly, Garret's tongue drew a line up the underside of his cock, circling the head and tracing back down again.
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Mal enjoyed the caresses, the kisses and the light touches that wandered across his body. But he still tensed when Garret reached back to touch him in the one place few went. He clenched against the invasion, but ended up yielding enough to let Garret in, distracted by the tongue on his shaft. Still, his ass was gripping those fingers tightly.
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Garret had known Mal wouldn't relax, at least not right away. So he needed to be distracted. And, as much as Garret loved taking his time and going slow, that sappy stuff wasn't going to cut it for a hellhound. "Shh," he whispered soothingly, kissing along his shaft, letting his fingers be still for a moment. Another kiss was pressed at the head, followed by his tongue tracing around the tip, lapping up the salty bead of cum formed there. Slowly, inch by inch, Garret drew Mal's cock into his mouth, humming around it as he swallowed down more and more, taking in as much as he could for the moment. Slowly, he began to withdraw it, a devious chuckle bubbling in his throat as his teeth scraped hard against the delicate skin.
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Mal slowly relaxed, focusing in on that magnificent mouth, how it still remembered all the little things he liked. Like the teeth. Mal hissed sharply, the sound melding into a groan as his ass flexed to pull those fingers in deeper in reflex. "Shit, baby," he growled deeply.
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There were so many things Garret could never forget. That low, booming voice, for instance, the one that rumbled in Mal's chest and sent a chill throughout Garret's entire body. He gasped softly, groaning and working his mouth harder on Mal's cock, his fingers gaining a slow rhythm inside him. He wanted to make Mal write beneath him, pant and arch his back, leave him a helpless mess almost begging to be taken. It was a tall order, and Garret knew it, but he wanted it right now more than anything.
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Mal groaned, torn between focusing on his cock and his ass. He gripped the sides of the cushions, thankful they were flame retardant so it was harder to burn them. It would take a bit for him to writhe, pant and groan like Garret wanted, but it was possible for a determined man.
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All he needed was to find the right spot, the right place to press. Garret had done it before, he had gotten Mal off just like this, doing exactly what he was doing now. He wasn't going to bring him over the edge, not yet, but he needed to be close. Gradually his mouth began to slow, teasing in its movements, sometimes his lips hovering over the skin and barely touching, only his warm breath offering any kind of relief. Drawing his mouth away completely, Garret moved himself to hover over Mal's body, inserting a third finger to stretch him more. It was hard, and painful, but he wasn't giving up. He just needed to find that spot, that cluster of nerves that would make this more pleasure than pain. "Do you remember the first time I kissed you?" he whispered, pressing breathy kisses on Mal's chest. "I used to think about it... touch myself... miss you..."
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Mal clenched down when he felt a third finger trying to force its way in. Granted, Garret was being gentle, but it wasn't the physical invasion that had Mal traumatized so much as the mental and emotional memories. Demons didn't care when they raped. Neither did hounds when they were acting under orders. A soft whimper of anxiety eked out before Mal closed it down, focusing instead on Garret's mouth, the pleasure it was bringing. "How often?"
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This was like Rorie, and his first time. Patience, he needed to have patience. It was almost impossible to maintain enough patience with the demands his lower body was making. "All the time," he admitted, then groaned softly. "So much. Sometimes, I would just watch you sleep, I'd want to be here again, beside you, touching you, I'd want you to..." Taking a slow breath, Garret rested his forehead on Mal's stomach. "When you'd touch me... the first time you told me you loved me... just seeing your face in my mind, the look in your eyes when you wanted me, really wanted me... it got me every time." Swallowing, he looked up at those intense blue eyes, and his heart leapt. "So many orgasms carried your name, Mal... you've no fucking idea what you do to me."
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Mal groaned with Garret, listening to his quiet admissions, his body relaxing with the distraction. "So you stalked me in my sleep, huh?" The teasing came out a bit breathlessly. He couldn't help it and rocked his hips a bit, needing to feel more against his cock.
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With a soft, breathless laugh, Garret nipped Mal's navel. "Only when I was drunk," he said sheepishly. "And sometimes when I knew you weren't looking." Taking advantage of the relaxation, Garret's fingers moved inside Mal, pressing gently and massaging slowly, letting him get used to this, letting him maybe start to like it. His tongue flicked the trail down Mal's stomach, circling the base of his shaft and running up one side, down the other, moving with the urging rise and fall of Mal's hips but never enough to satisfy.
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"I always thought I felt you watching. You know I could block you if I wanted?" And yet Mal never had, always secretly hoping that Garret had been spying at just that right moment. "Mm, baby," he groaned, a hand coming up to fist hard in Garret's hard, trying to force him to lick him more. Give him more.
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With a cocky smirk, Garret said simply, "No you couldn't." Sure, Mal was probably capable with his magic, but he wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it. Of this, now more than ever, Garret was sure.
Growling at the hand in his hair, playful but also demanding, Garret nipped at the smooth head of Mal's member, soothed the bite with his tongue, but refused to grant Mal the satisfaction he craved. He needed him wanting more, longing for it. His fingers picked up their pace little by little, moving with the rise of Mal's hips as he tried to get more touch. It was getting easier to move them, just a little, but it was enough to find what he'd been looking for. With a kiss to the tip, Garret pressed hard inside Mal, on the spot he'd been seeking, rubbing the nerve cluster with his middle finger then suddenly taking as much of Mal's cock into his mouth as he could handle, swallowing it down his throat.
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Mal groaned, the sound becoming a bit more surprised then desperate as Garret touched him, touched something that made him buck up in unexpected pleasure. He knew what it was, but never had it felt so good. "Garret," he groaned in need.
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It was getting there. The change in Mal's voice, in his body language, was exactly what Garret wanted. But he wanted more. His fingers worked tirelessly, pressing on Mal's g-spot then letting up, massaging inside him to build up the tension before he pushed hard again, his mouth working slowly and lazily over Mal's cock.
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Mal arched up, trying to fight it. He knew that Garret wanted to see him lose control, but it was a hard habit to break. His hand in his lover's hair tightened with desire. His need for control was fighting a losing battle against the need to be with Garret again, to prove how much he loved him still. Mal felt himself getting closer, not quite there but close.
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The hand in his hair was almost to the point of unbearable, which meant that Garret was getting exactly what he wanted. "Tell me you want it," he growled softly, lips brushing over Mal's cock, the heat from the hound's body making Garret's skin sheen and slick.
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"I want you," Mal admitted freely. He wasn't saying how just yet, his ass still clenching slightly around those fingers. But he wanted release, and he wanted Garret to give it to him. No one else would do at this point.
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That was good enough. Drawing back to sit on his heels, Garret slowly withdrew his fingers, looking down at the man before him. Mal was always so in control, so collared and contained. Seeing him this way was amazing, it was perfect. Slowly, his gaze on Mal, Garret began stroking himself, making sure that he was in view of his lover. "I'm gonna need to get slick," he said huskily, the implication sitting heavy on his words.
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"Do you?" Mal arched a brow, the hand that was holding Garret going down to wrap around his own shaft, stroking in tandem with his lover. There was lube in the coffee table drawer if he cared to look. Anything else needed to be asked. Mal couldn't give up all the control.
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A slow, wicked smile spread itself over Garret's lips like wildfire. Releasing himself, Garret took hold of Mal's hand, the one granting him relief, and pinned it to the couch above the hound's head. Leaning himself down, letting the length of his hardness rub along Mal's, Garret purred "Yes. I do."
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Mal growled, letting his hand be pinned. "And how would you suggest that?" He arched up, rubbing against Garret, feeling his cock leak a bit and start to ease the friction between them.
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Pinning Mal's hand down was about as effective as duct taping a hole in a dam, but the point of it was made and thankfully Mal didn't protest. Yet. "Your mouth," he said simply, breath warm as he teased his tongue along Mal's ear, tracing over the shell with his lips, biting roughly on the lobe. "Make me slick, and wet... and when you do, I'm going to push myself inside you, slow, and gentle, and make you come like you never have before." With a sharp bite to his ear, Garret added in a whisper, "Never."
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"That's a big promised there," he groaned, but didn't protest Garret's suggestion. Mal would let Garret have control tonight, this time. He'd get it back soon enough. Mal raised burning eyes to Garret's, the edges just tinted in red. "I can't lick you with your cock down there."
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It was a big promise, but when Garret set his mind on something, he got it. And his mind was set tonight. With a growl rumbling in his throat, he crawled slowly over Mal's body, settling himself on the hound's chest, his knees on either side of Mal's head. Taking his own length in his hand, Garret ran the tip along Mal's lips. "You've never tasted me before," he murmured. "Not properly."
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"Consider this Malakai 2.0," he smirked. Mal changed his personality so often, it was hard to know what was really him and what wasn't. But this, he could probably do this and show Garret a thing or two. Mal flicked his tongue out, barely tasting the head, gathering the musk on his tongue.
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Watching closely, Garret bit his lower lip, inhaling slowly at the hot warmth of that tongue, a tongue he had felt on his skin so many times before, but never this way. "I loved the original," he whispered, rolling his hips slightly against that mouth. "I loved everything about him."
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Mal arched a brow, giving another slow, long lick. "The original would never do this." He wrapped his lips around the tip, just the first half inch, and sucked softly, laving with his tongue.
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Letting his eyes fall shut, Garret allowed a soft, helpless whimper to fall from his lips, though it was only half of how much he felt. "I don't care," he sighed, both his hands clawing at Mal's chest. "I loved him anyway." Though, he couldn't deny, this new development in Mal's personality was very appetizing.
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"Loved? Past tense?" Mal dropped his hands to grab Garret's ass, shifting him forward just a bit so Mal could lick him from base to tip, right alone that vein that he knew was sensitive. "Then what do you think of this variation?"
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Following Mal's lead, Garret moved himself forward, one hand resting on the arm of the sofa above Mal's head. Shuddering, he groaned, trying to hold back just how much he was enjoying this but finding it very, very difficult. "I think.... mmm, fuck yes... I think you're perfect. All of you, every version of you, every... everything."
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"Is your love past or present?" It was such a minor thing, but the detail were what was important to the hound. "I've a lot of variations. Not all of them you've seen." He sucked more of Garret into his mouth, the first couple inches until he could wrap his lips and tongue around the head.
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Having to focus on keeping his hips still, so as not to force himself down Mal's throat, Garret's fingers curled into the fabric of the sofa. "Oh shit, baby, mmm...." He wanted more, he wanted everything, anything Mal would give him. "I don't c-care what variation you are, I'm always going to love you. Because some things don't change, and that... who you really are... that's who I love. I love Malcoda. I love you."
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Mal groaned, shoving his head forward into Garret's lap, burying his nose against the other's hip and swallowing him down. If Garret was going to be so open, the least the hound could do was reward him.
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"Shit!" Garret gasped, toes curling and all his muscles locking. He hadn't expected that. "Oh fuck, Mal, your mouth...." His body was so warm, almost too warm to handle, and his tongue and his lips moved with such finesse, such perfect expertise. His hips rolled into Mal's mouth, begging for more.
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Mal swallowed around Garret, using his lips, tongue and teeth to torture and please. To get him slicker and make him forget just why he'd asked for this in the first place.
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Panting hard, Garret rocked against Mal's mouth, relishing in the feel of that tongue, in those lips. Lips he had kissed so many times, in love and in anger and in lust. Lips that, so rarely, smiled the most beautiful smile.
With a growl, Garret moved himself back, pulling away from that mouth even though he wanted nothing more than to shoot his load into it, to finish right then. But he wanted to be inside him, to make Mal feel what he had felt countless times before.
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Mal swallowed around Garret, pressing his tongue against his base and varying his suction to make it feel like his throat was pulsing. He growled, dragging his teeth as his lover pulled away. Seeing Garret settle between his legs, Mal tensed again, still uncertain if he could or wanted to do this.
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The hesitation radiated from the hound, and as Garret positioned himself between those musclular thighs, he ran his hands over them, massaging roughly. "I'm not going to hurt you," he promised, with a kiss to each of Mal's nipples to seal the promise. "I'll be gentle, and slow... nothing like how it was before." He knew Mal was nervous, and that it would be impossible for him to not think back on the way things were for him, how the demons treated him. But if he could, Garret wanted to change how he felt about it. Moving slowly, he pressed his cock against Mal's tight hole, nudging just a bit to let him get used to the idea, to decide once and for all if he would let Garret fill him.
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It felt so odd, so wrong to be on the bottom, legs spread and this vulnerable. Mal was unsure, but he loved Garret. If this was what it took to prove it, then he could do it this once. "Do it," he growled, spreading his legs further and arching up before he could change his mind.
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Breathing in slowly, Garret pressed harder against Mal, but not quite hard enough. Reaching slowly, Garret took Mal's hand, seperating one finger and taking it slowly into his mouth, sucking on it suggestively before pulling it out again. "Malcoda," he purred, slowly pressing his hips forward, pushing against the tightness he met. "You are so, so beautiful."
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Mal groaned, watching Garret's mouth suck on his finger, his cock flexing between them and his ass relaxing briefly. He hissed and growled as Garret finally broke through, not sure if he should enjoy or hate the sensations.
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It was surreal to think about Mal as "virginal", but in a way that's what he was. Sex had never been pleasant for him from this position, and he needed someone to show him that it could be. Garret was very good at that. "Will you trust me?" he asked softly, setting both his hands on Mal's hips as he held steady, letting the other man's body adjust.
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Mal breathed harshly through his nose, finally glancing down at Garret. "Thought this was already proof that I do." He caught a glimpse of his own cock and was surprised to see himself throbbing, a drop of clear fluid forming at the tip.
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Tightening his grip on Mal's body, Garret pushed forward, gritting his teeth in a hiss. Mal was so hot, so incredibly hot, and impossibly tight. He had to stop himself from finishing right then. "If you trust me, then close your eyes."
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Mal licked his lips and groaned, his hands starting to smoke from the effort it took to hold back. "Why?" Right after he asked, he knew it was a stupid question. "My eyes too much for you to see?" That was better, adding a smartass comment. Through sheer force of will, he closed his eyes. Most of the way.
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Cheekiness was met with an ass slap, Garret scratching the mark with his nails. "Because I don't want you to watch me," he said, a touch of a growl in his voice. "I want you to focus on yourself, on your body, how everything feels, on what you like. I want you to stop thinking about how it used to be, and think only about how it is. Right now." Pushing further, Garret bit back a groan as Mal's body gripped him, as he pressed fully into him, in deep to the hilt. Fuck, this was incredible. "Breathe in, deeply," he groaned, taking one in for himself. "And just focus on what you feel."
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Mal chuckled, amused at the show of spunk in his lover. Still, he'd humor the man. Closing his eyes fully, he breathed deeply, attempting to relax, but every time he started to settle, he saw another demon, another rapist over him. The whimpers caught in his throat, so close to escaping and Mal's eyes flew open.
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The sudden tension in Mal gripped throughout his entire body, making Garret groan painfully. Something was wrong. Ten seconds hadn't passed before Mal's eyes opened again, and Mal was not the type who lacked self control when he wanted to. "Mal?" Garret asked softly, laying his body over the other's and meeting him face to face.
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Mal immediately relaxed when he saw Garret above him. Garret, not the various demons he could still see and name. His breaths were still deep, on the edge of ragged, but he was calming again. "I'm fine," he murmured, leaning up to brush his mouth over Garret's to distract him.
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With a slight nod, Garret sighed, catching Mal's lips in a brief kiss. Of course he wasn't fine, but Garret knew better by now than to argue with him. There was not a person on Earth with as much pride as this man here. "You don't have to do this, you know," he whispered. "If you don't think you can."
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Mal would be blessed before he stopped and let Garret think he didn't love him. That's what this was right? Proof of his love. So he growled and nipped at his lover's mouth, stopping just short of drawing blood. "I said I would, and I will."
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Idiot, Garret thought, close to growling it. Sometimes the way Mal thought that love worked was beyond baffling. Of course, he knew he didn't have a leg to stand on when it came to knowing how to show someone you cared.
Running his tongue over his bottom lip to soothe the sting of Mal's teeth, Garret paused a moment to think. "Link your arms around my neck," he said after a moment, "and hold on." Scooping his arm beneath Mal's shoulders, Garret let out a grunt as he pulled himself upright, pushing off the couch with his free hand for leverage. He held tightly to Mal, keeping their bodies close as he shifted them (with minimal awkwardness) until he was sitting upright, Mal stradling his lap, his cock still buried deep in his lover. "Mm," he groaned, Mal's body settling on him and bringing forth another wave of hot, gripping sensation.
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Mal saw that flash of temper in Garret's eyes and thrived on his. This was the man he knew. The one whose buttons were so easily pushed, making him more determined, passionate. Sexy. Mal did wrap his arms around Garret's neck, grunting as the change in postion pushed himself further down onto the shaft inside him. Hades, he didn't know whether to love it or hate it. Leaning forward, he kissed the human hard, trying to bring in a known pleasure, wanting to do this for Garret.
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Moaning beneath the sudden kiss, Garret couldn't help his hips lifting up to meet Mal's body, needing more of this feeling he was getting. "You control it," he gasped, breathless, his mouth wanting to kiss more than it wanted to form words. He wanted Mal to feel safe, like he could continue or stop at any time, like he was the one in charge because, really, he always had been.
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Feeling Garret rock beneath him, Mal groaned, starting to see the joy in this. It may not be one of his favorites, okay his least favorite, but Mal knew how to work his body as expected. He clenched around Garret, just tight enough to border on pain and started to raise his hips, feeling the emptiness as Garret left him. Mal raised high enough so Garret nearly slipped out and relaxed his body, taking him all in again with a groan. Okay, that actually felt good. Better than good.
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As Mal raised himself up, he drew out all breath from Garret's lungs, the tightness of his body mixing pain and pleasure perfectly. Nails dug into Mal's skin as Garret gripped him, a silent cry passing his parted lips. For a man who didn't like doing this, Mal was damn good at it.
"Fuck!" he managed to gasp finally, as the hound's body enveloped him again. Raising his hips, Garret thrust hard up into Mal, rolling his body enough to press on that pressure point, the one that (hopefully) would make his love enjoy this as much as he was.
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It was easier in hell to learn how to control his body to get the demons off faster than it was to just lay there. Mal had control, but that didn't mean he'd ever enjoyed it. The growl in Garret's ear meant that this time, he did. Mal slowly rocked on his lover, wanting to drive him insane. The hound didn't think that he'd be able to get himself off this way, but he'd try.
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It was hard, almost impossible, to think about anything but his own body and the way that Mal was gripping his cock, squeezing and rolling his body and turning Garret into a quivering, shuddering mess. But he had to focus, he had to make Mal love this as much as he did. So with a sharp, forecful inhale, Garret snaked a hand between their bodies, taking hold of Mal's length and gripping it tightly, squeezing hard as he stroked upward, coaxing a bead of cum to flow out the tip. After a few more strokes, and a few more rolls of his own hips to meet Mal's, Garret clamped his mouth hard at the base of Mal's throat, sucking and biting, leaving a dark mark there.
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Mal growled, the sound echoing in his chest as Garret stroked and bit him. He rocked on the man's lap, shoving his cock into Garret's hand and the other even deeper into his ass. It thrilled him to know that he could still reduce Garret to a simpering puddle with his body. "Mm, fuck baby," he groaned into his ear.
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Biting hard, almost hard enough to draw blood, Garret growled against Mal's skin. When he finally broke the seal of his lips, licking the fresh bruise a few times just to taste he skin, to breathe in the sent of this man. Fuck, he loved him, so fucking much. "You're mine," he murmured throatily, thrusting his hips sharply upward, slamming himself deeper into Mal's body, his cock demanding to make the hound cry out. "Always, mine..." Nails scraped down Mal's back, dark red lines flaming on his heated skin. Garret's brain was going primal, and trying to mark as much of Mal's body as he could, stake his claim of ownership.
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Mal groaned, rocking harder on Garret, clenching around him, encouraging those moans and bites. Mal thrived on those little noises, those moves that the human couldn't control. Dipping his head, he licked Garret's throat, tasting him and sinking his teeth into his skin, stopping just shy of drawing blood. "Mine," Mal growled.
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Without much thought in his head, driven only on impulse and fueled by lust, Garret craned his neck so Mal could touch more, bite more, tear his throat open if he liked. "Yes," he sighed.