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'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."

[mandragoraspiritus]

"Don't apologize, Mal. There's no need," Regis soothes, stroking his hair. "This was beautiful. Wonderful. Thank you, Mal, for allowing me."

In this even Mal's tears are beautiful and something to be treasured.

[fadingworld]

The tears start to slow. Mal is able to look up at Regis with a small, sweet smile that starts to grow. "Thank you," he says softly. "Thank you more than you can know for giving me this. Freeing me in this too."

He strokes fingers down Regis' cheek. "You are incredible," he says softly.

[mandragoraspiritus]

"You deserve nothing less," Regis assures gently, finding Mal's hand with his own and drawing it to his lips, pressing a kiss into the palm. He feels pleased. Happy. This time it was better, for both of them.

[fadingworld]

Mal leans up to press kisses along Regis' jawline and finds his lips to give him the sweetest kiss.

"It will be alright now," he murmurs against Regis' lips. He will be able to return the pleasure, he is sure of it.

"You deserve the happiness too, a steady companion to share your hours and affection. And I will be that."

[mandragoraspiritus]

"I never had the slightest shred of doubt," Regis says, smiling and returning Malo's sweet kisses. Indeed he hadn't, not when they did veer onto this path together, not even after their first attempt in bed. He knew all that was really needed was patience.

[fadingworld]

"You have a great deal of faith," Mal says and vows, "It will never, ever be betrayed by me."

[mandragoraspiritus]

He does have faith but only in the select few that have earned it.

Another kiss, then, lingering but light now, as Regis still cradles Mal in his arms, rocking them slowly.

[fadingworld]

Mal does not want to leave this protective, loving bubble for awhile yet. He grows calm and relaxed. He smiles up, "My mind feels wonderfully fuzzy with pleasure still. Please, tomorrow let me return the favour. I would really enjoy it."

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis chuckles, grinning a wide and toothy and wholly relaxed smile down at Mal. "Let me assure you, my dear, that as long as your heart is in it, as long as you would find your own enjoyment in it, I would not refuse you. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever."

[fadingworld]

Mal grins back. Tomorrow it would be. He wants to separate the two events entirely and do as Regis wishes - to remember this being about his pleasure.

"Good," he says softly. "I want to find what makes you gasp, what stimulates and brings you pleasure. I want to do it because I am with you and choose to be with you." The only concern he has is falling into what he has trained to do and disconnecting.

He voices this softly to Regis. "This, this worked because I've never....ever had it like that. But I will work it out because I want to do it, I want to give you pleasure."

[mandragoraspiritus]

"Take your time with it, Mal," Regis gently advices. "I am nothing but patient. And remember, that no matter what we are doing, that there is never any point too late for us to stop. If it doesn't feel as it should, then tell me so. I promise that I shall do the same."

[fadingworld]

"I know," he says softly, "I have no doubt you would stop." He puts a hand on Regis' chest and touches his nose to Regis' before rubbing their noses together in a brief nuzzle.

"But I have to confess, I am slightly impatient to see what noises I can draw from you."

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis has to laugh then, his hand fondly squeezing the back of Mal's neck just briefly. "Now that is a lack of patience I can get behind."

He leans in, claiming a kiss, then further to again murmur in Mal's ear. "As I said, you would not be refused."

[fadingworld]

Mal smiles, and promises, "Tomorrow. Tomorrow when you are absorbed in a book. When you are thoughts are farthest from me."