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]

"Not at this precise second," Mal confesses. "You are making it difficult to recall," he accuses him fondly.

[mandragoraspiritus]

"Am I?" Regis lets his hand stay where it is as he leans forward to almost loom over Mal. There's a sparkle in his eyes. "Why is that, pray tell?"

[fadingworld]

Mal's eyes darken just a little more as Regis' leans over, stealing his space. "You increased pressure there," he says lightly.

[mandragoraspiritus]

"And why is that distracting?" Regis asks and there's again just a slight motion if his finger there. Yes, this is purposeful teasing and he's being rather obvious about it, but as long as there is a favorable response from Mal then all is well.

[fadingworld]

"You know why," Mal murmurs. He's used to playing these games on others and awaking desire. His clients never used subtlety like this, and it has him on the back foot. He's leaning back a little, to be closer to Regis.

"Maybe its like how you felt when I simply applied bandages to you."

[mandragoraspiritus]

"I was very much enjoying your touch," Regis easily admits in a warm murmur, leaning over further until his lips are right by Mal's ear. "You have a very pleasant touch and I confess that it did make it hard to focus on other things." He hasn't moved his hand from Mal's rear and by now his other hand has settled on the others chest.

[fadingworld]

Mal's heart is racing under Regis' hand. His head turns towards the lips but his expression is hesitant. It isn't that he doesn't want to...he just doesn't know yet what Regis wants.

He shifts his hips very slightly against the finger, judging Regis' expression to decide his next move.

[mandragoraspiritus]

That slight shift earns an equally slight response of that finger slipping just a little further. The hand on Mal's chest keeps him pressed back against the vampire.

"Is this what you want, Mal?" It's a gentle question, asked in a warm whisper by his ear?

[fadingworld]

Mal nods. His breath catches, "I do," he says softly. "But....I don't know how to please you." He bites his lip and puts his hand on top of his one on his chest. Perhaps he should not have made that confession.

[mandragoraspiritus]

There is a quiet moment where Regis ponders this but then he presses Mal even firmer still against himself. When he speaks it's in the same tone as before, in a warm and gentle whisper right by Mal's ear.

"Do you wish to know how to best please me in this moment, my dear Mal? By letting me please you. By allowing me the satisfaction of being the first to put your pleasure and enjoyment before my own."

[fadingworld]

There are definite signs of arousal now as Mal relaxes against Regis' chest. "You may have to show me how to let you," he confesses.

[mandragoraspiritus]

"Then let me show you," He near purrs now, lips so close as to brush against the shell of Mal's ear when he speaks. His hand does leave Mal's rear now but only to slider over his skin to his hip, griping there to pull him backwards by a few inches, just slightly off the stool. He stays behind him and plans on staying there for a long while yet. If Mal doesn't know what do to without directions, then perhaps some directions are what is needed to help him relax.

[fadingworld]

Mal goes with him without protest. His eyes are half shut as his hand leaves Regis and goes to settle at the back of the vampire's neck. He can think of a few things to do for a show, but he's never done it specifically for his own pleasure.

He runs his free hand down towards his cock, tracing over skin in appealing way. But if he was honest...he was thinking about Regis' fingers scraping down.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Contrary to what people might think, vampires can't read minds. BUt it might seem like it when Regis' hand, still there under teh confines of Mal's trousers, starts moving forward past his hip and down towards his groin, those clawlike nails scraping just slightly along the way.

Regis has bowed his head now, his lips on Mal's neck. With how they are positioned, it's almost a little like those various vampire novels that Regis can easily poke fun on, Still, it is a pleasant position to be in.

[fadingworld]

Mal's little catches of breath are certainly an indication that he is enjoying the scraping. He arches his neck to the lips, and starts to push the material away so everything is on view.


In this position, Mal can feel the sense of power from Regis that others can only dream of. He responds to it, enjoying their positioning. There is nothing staged about the first little moan.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Sliding the hand on Mal's chest upwards, up over the neck. Regis tilts Mal's head back further, nuzzling against that bared throat as if he really was that bloodthirsty vampire from the novels, about to bite down. It's a role, one he could scoff at if he were in a mood to, but he is also aware of the effect it can have, and does have here.

His other hand continues its part and soon finds hardened, erect flesh. He traces his fingertips along the silky, hard length, following with the light, teasing caress of a fingernail before finally curling his fingers around it.

[fadingworld]

The easy control and sense of danger is what clients had striven for and failed. This, this was exciting.

"Regis," the name is more moan and surprise as a jolt of pleasure runs through him. It startles him and his fingers clench at Regis' neck for a second. "Kiss. Please."

[mandragoraspiritus]

With his fingers still around Mal's throat he tips him back further, still keeping his own body for Mal to lean against as he bows over him and seals their lips together in a kiss that is slow but deep already from the start. He won't drink Mal's blood but he will drink his moans and the hand on his cock starts to slowly stroke.

[fadingworld]

The kiss brings Mal back into the moment. He responds to the kiss, his hips shifting forward into the touch. He stops trying to think to guess and throws himself into the moment.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis could have toyed with his young lover, could have enjoyed bringing him right up to the edge and back time and time again. But for now he thinks it's best to keep things less complicated while Mal still learns that it is okay to simply receive pleasure. So he keeps Mal just like that, half off the stool and tipped back so far that he has to lean on him while his hand steadily works him.

He kisses him, nuzzles against his throat as if again considering biting down, then kisses him again before coming to murmur against the other man's lips. "My dear Mal. Mine, and mine alone..."

[fadingworld]

Words. Words that sting Mal's eyes. Tears of joy standing in them as the pleasure builds. "Truly?" he gasps in enjoyment at the touch but there is some heart breaking uncertainty there.

[mandragoraspiritus]

"Oh yes," Regis continues in his murmuring purr. "Mine. My own. As I am yours." There's something of a vow to it, one the vampire seals with another deep kiss.

[fadingworld]

There are quiet tears. It may be confusing but it is a release in it's own way and it brings with it a new sense that he could belong to just one person.

This isn't going to last long, Mal isn't used to such focused attention. The kiss gets messy on his part as he comes. Pleasure, oh so much pleasure for it's own sake. Mal lets Regis completely supoort him as he feels true heady waves of pleasure.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Tears have their place. Tears are not always bad. Regis swallows his quiet sobs just as he swallows his moans, holding on to him securely as the orgasm crashes over him.

Afterwards once the most intense rush is past he gently lets go of his cock and hooks an arm under his legs, carefully lifting him down from the stool and lowers them both to the floor where he gathers him up on his lap, safe against his chest. "Dear, sweet Mal," he murmurs gently, rocking him slowly.

[fadingworld]

Mal, for want of a better word, burrows against Regis. A storm of emotion has been set free. As he clings to Regis he mumbles. "I'm happy. I really am. I'm sorry. I just...didn't know it could feel good. I'm sorry."