A medical emergency

[fadingworld]

A deep navy cloak hides his features and the more ornate tunic the courtesan usually wears to greet his clients. Mal hunches his shoulders and slides through the crowds hoping to avoid notice. He keeps his head down until he reaches the home of the doctor and wraps smartly on the door. "Open up," he calls in a voice that expects to be listened to.

How much time did he have? He could not have a client bleeding out. Not this one. Not one who had come to him for help, to be treated privately.

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[fadingworld]

Mal makes a noise of assent not quite lifting his lips from Regis' skin. His lips and hands drift lower. He's slow savouring the time he can spend on Regis before he deftly pushes the trousers down and out of the way.

He looks back up with a soft smile. "Better?"

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis assist in getting his last garments off completely and then just sighs in contentment, pleased to be rid of the last barriers. "Much."

It has been a long time since he last had a lover and longer still since he has been with another man. But it isn't something you ever forget. He's happy to move this slowly, not going for the obvious places but rather treat Mal as a whole, keeping close, tangling their limbs up, combing his fingers through his hair. And all the while he watches, drinking in the sight just as much as he does the feeling of the touches.

[fadingworld]

Mal looks a little thrown by the slower pace. It takes him a little to relax and stop questioning in his mind what Regis wants.

His body loosens and curls in against the vampire when he simply accepts the closeness and the sweetness. And oh it feels good to just share the space, to gently touch and explore warm skin.

[mandragoraspiritus]

After a time Regis gently pushes Mal onto his back and settles on top of him. Not between his legs, though, no. Instead he comes to straddle Mal, bringing them both into contact. Gentle pressure, gentle friction. Still Regis' hands wander in tender caresses, a soft expression on his face focused entirely on Mal.

[fadingworld]

Mal arches up, automatically finding a rhythm with Regis. He's slow to harden, not through any fault of Regis but because he isn't forcing it or using his hand.

His hands drift over Regis' hips, tracing patterns and working his way in with some anticipation to run his fingers along Regis' cock.

[mandragoraspiritus]

There's a slight shiver running through the vampire at that touch, accompanied by a quiet but delighted moan signaling his approval, hardening all the quicker from Mal's exploration.

Regis doesn't rush this. He both takes and gives enjoyment from this unhurried moment, both of them familiarizing themselves with one another in a brand new way.

[fadingworld]

Mal's smile widens in delight. So gentle and light would stir him to want more. His touch on Regis' cock is caressing, slowly working along it.

He surprises himself when his hips jerk up, seeking a little more than the gentle friction he's enjoyed so far.

[mandragoraspiritus]

That wordless asking for more is what Regis has been waiting for. A hand drifts from Mal's chest and down. There are little, light, teasing pinpricks from sharp fingernails but Regis' touch remain gentle and careful as fingertips come to drift over hardened, sensitive flesh.

[fadingworld]

Oh that is an entirely new experience. Nothing could replicate those careful, sharp nails. Mal lets out a startled gasp of pleasure and looks up at Regis with wide eyes.

"I like that," he says sounding happily surprised.

[mandragoraspiritus]

"Good." Regis sounds pleased and the delight is written all over his face along with a touch of fond amusement at Mal's own surprise. "I want nothing more than to please you tonight. To please us both."

The touches grow a little more firm but stay light still. There is precum beading on the tip of Regis' own cock and he catches a drop of it on the pad of his thumb before rubbing it in gentle, slick circles right under the head on the underside of Mal's dick.

[fadingworld]

With a low moan, Mal draws Regis down for a kiss. His free hand comes to rest on the base of the other's neck as he keeps him there, deepening it.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis is glad to comply, pouring himself into that kiss even as he keeps up the gentle ministrations taking place between their bodies.

It is a wonderful feeling to have Mal beneath him like this, to bring him pleasure, slow but increasing, and feeling how the other man too responds and gains confidence.

[fadingworld]

Mal shifts his weight to indicate he wants Regis to roll beneath. He's following instinct and training to return the favour properly, to make Regis feel incredible.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis has been holding other plans but one should always be adaptable. This isn't only about his plans and wants, after all.

Pulling back just a bit he lands a more playful peck of a kiss to the tip of Mal's nose, and after having flashed him a wide and somewhat toothy smile he hooks an arm in under him and rolls them both over. He settles flat on his back, his knees pulled up somewhat to bracket Mal's hips where he's nestled between Regis' legs.

[fadingworld]

There is the wrinkle of the nose and laugh as they land. Mal's eyes twinkle, "There will be revenge for that." The best kind, Mal's kisses and hands tease, never staying for long enough in one spot once. He is a master of rousing desire in all parts of the body. And now...he's actually having fun doing it.

[mandragoraspiritus]

"I will look forward to it," comes teh smiling response. Regis doesn't want Mal to feel obligated to do anything but nor is he about to deny Mal if he wishes to explore, or if he wants to use the skills he's learned in his life as a courtesan.

And, oh, he is skilled indeed, something Regis has no qualms in enjoying. His hands stay active in slow caresses, body moving languorously under Mal's as a way to stay connected but Regis does ease up on his own ministrations for now as a way of putting Mal more in control. He's content for now to lean back, chin tilted up to bare his throat to Mal's lips.

[fadingworld]

"Beautiful," Mal murmurs, working his way down and taking Regis into his mouth. Slowly, carefully he sucks down.

He freezes part of the way down, experiencing a moment of panic as he realises he's detatching himself from the actual experience.


Cheeks warm, he lifts his head away and presses a kiss to Regis' hip. Another kiss and another.

[mandragoraspiritus]

As glorious as the sensation of Mal's mouth descending on him is, Regis is nevertheless glad when Mal pulls back up. He had felt that, like hearing Mal's heart skip a beat, a moment of tension saying that all was not well. But the fact that Mal does catches himself and stops on his own puts Regis at better ease.

He smiles down at Mal, his eyes so dark with lust now as if to appear that the black has swallowed the whites almost entirely and yet they remain warm. He parts his legs just slightly more as to make room for whatever Mal feel like doing, to stay down there or crawl back up. His hands keep on touching as far as he can reach, combing through Mal's short and already disheveled hair

[fadingworld]

Mal looks up, his heart thudding as he looks at the lustful gaze. He should do that again. Regis had enjoyed it. Mal's head dips down again, not knowing how else to proceed.

[mandragoraspiritus]

It's there again, like a shadow over Mal's expression, a tension in him. This time Regis does stop him, fingers under his chin tiling his head up and away. Regis sits up and with gentle movements coaxes Mal to do the same. Regis keeps him between his legs, sliding in closer until he can get his arms around the other man and kiss him tenderly. "Only is you yourself want it," he whispers against his lips.

[fadingworld]

There is a flicker of apprehension and then embarrassment in Mal's face as he is drawn up. This would count as a failure back in the Rose Thorn. He glances into Regis' eyes.


"I...don't know what I want," he whispers. "I only know that I want you."

[mandragoraspiritus]

There is no scorn in Regis' expression. To him, this was no failure. It is but a pause, a valuable pause, in which they interact and learn about each other.

He kisses him again, the fingers of one hand trailing lightly down the length of Mal's spine even as Regis shifts to move himself right up onto Mal's lap. "Would you permit me?" He asks, and there's a slow roll of his hips to indicate what he means.

[fadingworld]

Like this? Mal head shakes slightly from side to side. There is an edge of panic there. He can't! Carefully he puts a hand on Regis' chest.

"Perhaps," he says softly. "Perhaps...I should just finish you off today."

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis gives a slow shake of his head but there is no rejection in him and there is no pushing. He stays where he is, now with a hand gently cupping Mal's cheek.

"There is no such thing as should here," he says softly. "I wish for your pleasure as well as my own, certainly not only for my own. The form that pleasure may take is of less consequence to me." He smiles at him. "If we stop here, I would feel no less honored and pleased about the evening. But if you would permit me, I would give us both more pleasure, in any way you would allow me."

[fadingworld]

Mal shuts his eyes. "For so long I have followed commands." He pauses and tries to put what he feels into words. "I don't know how to work it out without....direction."

He shakes his head. "Please," he says softly, "I know that is not your nature and I would no more have you do something to please me than you would me to please you. Let me step away and think through..and try to work it through in my mind so I can come with clearer mind the next time."