Garret J. Foss (cant_touchthis) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-10-01 11:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | garret, mal |
Tuesday September 30th 2019
Who: Mal and Garret
What: Fire sex
Where: Mal's apartment
When: Evening
Rating: XXX - NSFW
Never had a man been more eager than Garret Foss on his walk to Mal's apartment. If this went well, Garret had a feeling that Mal was going to be one very happy puppy this evening. And if it went badly, well... it was the thought that counted anyway. Still, Garret was nervous, but excited as he knocked on the door and then walked through it. He had knocked just to be polite- chances were, Mal had smelled him coming and the hound already knew he would just walk in if he felt like it.
There was no formal greeting as Garret came in. He simply walked over to the owner of the place, wrapped both arms around him and pressed a warm and suggestive kiss on those full, smirking lips. "Mmm," he purred fondly as he pulled away. "Hey."
Mal was stretched out on the sofa, reading "Faust" in its original form this time. He was shirtless, comfortable in his own apartment and regulating his body temperature. Seeing Garret, he nodded in greeting. Well now. The kiss was a pleasant surprise. "Hello there."
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Chuckling playfully, Garret climbed readily onto Mal's lap, making himself comfortable facing the other man. "You look comfortable," he teased, in feigned concern. Grabbing the book from Mal's hands, Garrt flipped through a few pages, then tossed it over his shoulder off into the room somewhere. "Are you sure I'm not interrupting?"
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Mal sighed and rolled his eyes, though in truth he had missed that little annoying quality of Garret's to come on to his lap and throw away his reading. "No. Just biding my time."
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The eyeroll was not missed, nor was it believed for even one second. If Mal loved him, really loved him, then he loved this. Because this, the needy arrogance and the determined affection, was the essence of the man. "Well. If you have something more... pressing to deal with..." With a little grind of his hips against Mal's, Garret ran his hands up the hound's arms, linking his arms around Mal's shoulders. "I can leave you to it." What he wanted, really wanted, was for Mal to ask for his surprise. He wanted Mal to show his eagerness, because Garret knew it was in there somewhere.
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"Nothing that can't wait." Just because he could, and he knew that Garret would like it, Mal rolled them on the sofa, pinning his lover beneath him. "Right now I'm a bit more pressing, I'd think." He mimiced Garret's earlier move, rubbing their hips together as he nipped at the younger man's jaw.
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Well, this was escalating quickly. One thing to be said about Mal, he didn't wait around to get to the good stuff. Letting his eyes fall closed a moment, Garret released a soft sigh, relishing the feel of those teeth on him. Teeth meant that Mal was into it, that he was chomping at the bit, that he was going to take what he wanted because waiting wasn't an option. "I need a candle," Garret said breathlessly, looking at Mal with playful severity. "Please."
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Mal growled softly, nipping further down Garret's throat, not wanting to pause. "Mood lighting already?" Glancing up, he saw the stubborn glint in Garret's eyes. Snapping his fingers and muttering, he levitated a candle over, leaving it unlit, lest it burn Garret.
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Stubborn, yes, but with good reason tonight. Grabbing the candle, Garret shifted himself out from beneath Mal which took some doing until he was completely upright. "Um, it's not lit," he pointed out impatiently, holding it out for Mal to remedy the problem. "What good is a candle without fire, hm?"
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"You didn't ask for it to be lit," Mal pointed out. Still, he sighed. With a blink, the candle was lit and flickering. "Care to put it down now so we can get back to business?"
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Putting a hand on Mal's chest, Garret pushed him back slightly. "This IS business," he said firmly, shooting a look at the hound that he needed to be freakin' patient for half a second. "I told you that I had something for you, but you need to let me show you." Of course, Mal could easily just throw Garret down and have his way, but he wouldn't. Because he was curious as to what Garret had in store for him, and why a candle played a part in it. So, with a knowing smirk, Garret held out his hand, palm down, and then held the candle beneath it, until the flames were licking at his skin. It felt warm, but not intolerable. And he held it there. And held it. And continued to do so, watching Mal's face carefully.
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Mal bit his tongue rather than protest as Garret put his hand over the flame. He'd heal it in just a moment, after he proved his point. But he wasn't grimacing in pain, or crying out. Mal frowned in confusion. Reaching out, he grabbed Garret's hand, searching for the burn marks. Surely there was a mark.
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That look of confusion was priceless, and Garret committed it to memory. Mal never looked this was, so... human. So expressionful. He was always so calm, indifferent. The only time he lost his cool was during sex. Unable to supress the smile, Garret waited for the gears in Mal's mind to click, hopeful that they wouldn't and then he'd get to explain.
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The hound's mind was running at a thousand miles per minute trying to decipher what had just happened. Okay, so no marks and Garret could hold his hand over fire. So he was now either impervious to pain or to flame. Since he responded to the nip earlier, he could still feel, so Mal doubted it was pain. Must be flame. But how? He looked at Garret to fill in the blanks.
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Mal looked so doggy right now, Garret couldn't help but laugh. "I might have commissioned a spell," he said passively, shrugging and blowing out the candle, then tossing it to the floor. "Which will make me completely fireproof, inside and out, for the next..." Glancing over to the kitchen, he checked the clock on the stove. "Four-ish hours."
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"Fireproof." Mal was still wary to test that. "How hot?" If he lost control, he could get ridiculously hot. He didn't want to hurt Garret. He'd rip out his own horns before doing that.
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With a frown, clearly hoping for more of a reaction, Garret pouted slightly. "As hot as possible," he said simply. "When I say fire proof, I'm not just whistling Dixie. I was very clear on what I wanted. So..." With playfulness back in his eyes, Garret purred, and leaned forward to nip at Mal's bottom lip. "You were saying something about 'pressing matters'?"
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"Clothes off," Mal growled. "If I'm testing this out, I'm not gonna torch your clothes." He was worried, admittedly, but if this worked, best gift ever. Even better than that sports frisbee for Santa Claus Day.
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Grabbing a handful of Mal's hair, Garret jerked the hound's head back sharply, biting hard on his adam's apple. "I went home to change specifically so you could torch them," he growled roughly. He had thought this through, and the worst case scenario was death. And if he died, well... with the knowledge Garret had gained about his own demises, that might actually be a benefit to him.
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Mal growled, his body temperature flaring at that bite. He got it back under control before it caused flames though. Focusing heat to his hands, he stroked up under Garret's shirt, letting searing heat caress his abs, testing out the theory.
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Laying back, spreading himself out onto the couch, Garret let his arms fall over his head, giving Mal free reign of his body. It was warm, and he could tell that it was probably supposed to be burning him, but it wasn't too much to handle. In fact, it felt kind of nice. Soothing, in a way, but it also ignited a few sparks within him. "More," he murmured, letting his half lidded gaze raise up to watch Mal's face.
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Okay. Pulling his hand back, he raised them both, letting flames lick his fingertips and searing a path from arms down to bellybutton, splitting Garret's shirt into a V and letting the fire dance and lick over his skin. Amazingly, there were no marks. Mal leaned forward, letting his tongue trace each trail with a heated groan, body already getting hot. "Gonna need the fireplace soon." The couch wouldn't withstand Mal's fire.
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Mal wasn't the only one getting hot. Garret's heart was hammering away in his chest as he watched the intense look on Mal's face, at the sultry glare in his eyes. His breath kept catching in his chest just from the way Mal looked, and partly from the rising heat in the room. Feeling fire dancing across his skin, but having it not hurt, was such a strange sensation. Garret couldn't even begin to describe it, but he could see this as something to get addicted to. Especially with the way Mal reacted, and the way he sounded, the eagerness in his eyes. That alone was worth any possible risk.
Leaning his body up into the warmth of Mal's tongue, Garret's hands curled into fists, gripping tight the arm of the couch. "Mm," was about all he could manage to say, biting on his bottom lip.
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Mal growled, the sound dark and reverberating in the room. "Fireplace, now." Fuck, he wasn't going to be able to control his fire if Garret kept arching and moaning like he did. The sofa would be ashes and then where would they be?
Surging to his feet, Mal tugged Garret with him, going over to the next room where the fireplace was large enough for Mal's massive body when shifted. Not to mention there was the comfort of fireproof cushioning in the shape of a dog bed. "Not one word, or I fuck you on the bricks." Garret would have something smart to say about the bed. Mal just knew he would and he'd much rather get back to the problem at hand. Garret was wearing far too many clothes.
Tugging his lover close, Mal covered his mouth with his own, groaning into the kiss and letting the fire surge through him.
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Maybe it was because, secretly, he liked the pain. Or maybe it was because Garret's mouth had a mind of its own and didn't know when to quit. Maybe it was because there were so few instances in which Mal wasn't completely dignified and untouchable. Whatever the reason, as soon as he saw that bed, there was no way he could not say something about it. Even though he knew he would get his ass slapped hard, or get thrown to the floor, or scratched and bitten... it would be worth it. Probably.
"So," he grunted, between harsh kisses from Mal, "does this mean we have to do it doggie style?" A laugh bubbled and died in his throat, as the nails from both hands raked hard down Mal's back. Oh, this was going to hurt.
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Garret wanted pain so he was getting it. Sitting down on the edge of the fireplace, Mal hauled his lover across his knees. Setting his palm on fire, he burned away the material covering Garret's ass and slapped him sharply with a flaming hand. He'd asked for it. "Fucked on bricks it will be."
After another stinging slap, he let Garret straddle his lap, feeling the entirety of The Beast beneath his now pink ass. Mal growled and bit hard as his throat, marking and claiming his territory for all to see.
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The sting from Mal's hand wasn't half as hurtful as the look on his face was satisfying. Garret kept a grim smirk as Mal's flaming hand left its mark on him, as well as those sharp teeth that seemed to love digging into Garret's flesh. "Ow!" he growled, one hand taking hold in Mal's hair and the other grabbing the hound by the throat. He knew Mal wouldn't do anything really destructive, but the other man seemed to like when Garret fought back a bit. "Don't fuckin' bite me," he hissed, grinding into Mal's lap. "If you wanna use your mouth on me, I've got a few better places for it."
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Of course Garret would smirk during a spanking. It wouldn't be him if he didn't. Still, at the fight, Mal growled with pleasure, the sound echoing against the bricks and vibrating in his throat. He pressed his tongue against Garret's throat, licking the bite mark, but not to soothe. To burn. He wanted Garret to revel in the flames, to love them as much as the hound did. Clothes needed to go. The shirt was destroyed with a satisfying rip and tossed aside. Pants weren't easily torn with Garret straddling him, so Mal did the next best thing. Engulfed them in fire. Perfect way to get rid of a frustrating garment. Burn it.