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]

"No we are both asleep and this is merely a dream," Mal murmurs teasingly before he nips at the skin. "Relax and enjoy."

[mandragoraspiritus]

"Then what a lovely dream it is," he says with another soft sigh. Slowly he stirs under Mal's touch, swelling and hardening in his hand.

[fadingworld]

Regis' top gets pushed out of the way. Mal's clever fingers move and identify spots that create soft noises from Regis. His other hand slowly builds the pleasure, mixing slow and relaxing with firm strokes. He's intent on his job, stretched out with a leg thrown over Regis'.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Mal's increased ministrations coaxes small groans from Regis where he lays stretched out at Mal's mercy, fully content. Well, almost. His hand comes to gently halt Mal's stroking fo him, though he smiles at him. "Give me just a moment." His eyes gleam, shining likes a cat's in the dark. "Humor me."

In the next moment there is only that thick, graphite-gray smoke in his place. But, in an outright humorous way, a tunic and a pair of trousers are flung from it to land wherever they may, having barely hit the floor before Regis again resumes his shape, now without so much as a thread to hinder Mal's exploration. "I thought that you might perhaps enjoy unhindered access."

[fadingworld]

It produces a laugh that is a lot more natural than the silence that has marked Mal's movements so far. "Well that does speed things up," he teases.


His kisses move lower. "I wonder," he muses, "How patient you can be, if you are brought close and it is slowed up again on you."

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis chuckles, tucking an arm behind him head to prop it up, the movement showing the ease he feels around Mal. The fact that he is naked while Mal is still clothed doesn't bother him.

"Do you wish me to actually answer that, or are you looking to find out for yourself?"

[fadingworld]

Mal looks up, his eyes full of merriment. "It does not matter either way, I will still turn it to my advantage." By advantage he means no more than enhancing the pleasure for Regis.

He crouches back, ass up a little on show, as he drops lower, pressing kisses and very suggestive licks up Regis' inner thigh.

[mandragoraspiritus]

The words and action both draws a happy little groan from Regis. He parts his legs a bit to give Mal room for whatever he's got it in his mind to do.

He's told Mal more than once, to do only what he wants to do. While Regis will certainly stop him if he senses any tension or distress, he must also trust Mal to discover his own limits.

[fadingworld]

Mal is calm, focused, and not thinking. There is no excitement or discomfort. He shifts in and his tongue replaces his fingers briefly, licking along the back of the cock before his fingers take their place again, stroking firmly.

"Tell me what you like," he requests softly.

[mandragoraspiritus]

A deeper inhale at the swipe of a tongue and Regis reaches down to touch Mal, to touch his face, combing his fingers through his hair. He doesn't want to direct Mal in what to do, but at the same time he recognizes that some guidance might be a comfort to him.

"Slow, building touches," he breathes. "Of hands, lips, tongue, even teeth." His eyes have slipped closed but he smiles. "You made me realize just how much I have missed to be touched."

[fadingworld]

It is something. Mal's eyes glimmer. He moves back for a moment, divesting himself of his own clothes. Then he's down, trusting Regis by resting fully on top of him. There is full body touch as he rotates his hips very slowly, building a different way for the moment.

[mandragoraspiritus]

"Oh, Mal," Regis breathes softly when Mal settles on top of him. That is touch, certainly, all over him. He enjoys the weight on him, the warmth. His eyes gleam from under half-lowered lids as he draws his fingers up over Mal's back.

"I enjoy connection, feeling connected in body and spirit," he goes on. "I enjoy taking my time to learn my partner, and for him to learn me. I like to receive as well as to give."

[fadingworld]

Mal arches into the touch. They make him gasp, drawing him out of his concentration for the moment. He listens and wonders. Ultimately, what would he enjoy himself? No. He is not going to think of that now.

Fingers slide down between them, to touch Regis' balls. "You like to bottom too?" he asks curious.

[mandragoraspiritus]

"In so many words, yes," he replies, catching his bottom lip with a fang at that touch of Mal's fingers, lightly shifting his hips up. "I enjoy the feeling of it. Both the physical sensations and the emotional aspects, of allowing someone I care about to come into me."

[fadingworld]

Nothing in Mal's face flickers. His heartbeat stutters, fear or pleasure, he has no intention if letting the vampire find out. He school's himself to calm.

"And if," he murmurs rolling his hips a little more firmly, "If it could go further tonight, which would you choose?"

[mandragoraspiritus]

Mal might be able to keep his expression calm but Regis can still hear that stutter of his heart. That along with that calmness...

He brings his hands up to frame Mal's face, pulling him in for a slow kiss.

"I would choose what would bring most pleasure to us both. I think that, right now, that is what you would feel most comfortable with." Stroking the pad of his thumb over Mal's cheek he smiles somewhat crookedly. "But I will also confess that I wish for what happens between us to be as different and far removed as possible from any other experiences you have."

[fadingworld]

Mal guesses, or makes assumptions on where that is leading. Ragged breath. Stop thinking. This is about Regis. Don't complicate this on him.


Mal smiles, controlling himself. He shifts his weight to kneel between Regis' legs so that he can lift his hips and run a finger back towards his hole. "You are thinking this," he says softly, nipping at his neck.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis feels the disconnect. Yes, Mal is smiling and moving and acting, but he doesn't feel quiet engaged.

"In time," Regis answers but again halts Mal, bringing him down face to face. "Mal, if you wish to give me pleasure this way, if doing so would give you enjoyment, of any kind, then yes, I would love to receive it." He knows that the enjoyment doesn't have to be sexual. He himself had taken great satisfaction in pleasing Mal earlier.

"But whatever we do, in whatever form, I need you to be with me in it, I need you to want to do it."

[fadingworld]

"I want to do something with you," Mal says with frustration that is directed inwardly at himself. He shakes the touch on his face to look down into Regis' eyes of his own accord.

"I really do." His eyes blaze, looking down into Regis, his emotions showing briefly. "Please." He looks down. "I don't know whether I can be with you the whole way while I figure this out."

[mandragoraspiritus]

There. That sigh if true emotion in Mal - even if it isn't genuine lust and desire but rather frustration and determination - is what Regis needed to see.

After a pause Regis nods his assent. "Then yes, Mal, I would love for you to explore me, learn me, and give me pleasure."

[fadingworld]

"Thank you," Mal says and looks at Regis. "Tell me how far you want this to go tonight. Give me the limits please." Limits have always been there. Rules. Regulations. He will get it wrong without them.

[mandragoraspiritus]

This is not how Regis would have wished for this to be, but if Mal needs the crutch then he shall have it. There will be other times, Regis is sure, where Mal will have more confidence and take his enjoyment.

"Fingers and mouth," he says, setting the limits. "Anything else we will save for another time."

[fadingworld]

This crutch will help Mal from checking out of the moment and taking it too far. Checking out, and ‘working’ is what Mal fears the most. He wants to be able to enjoy it, and knowing his limits does allow him to relax.

He give Regis a quick grin. “You didn’t specify where,” he murmurs playfully. He shifts his hands and lips to Regis’ stomach, stroking and kissing. “Here?”

[mandragoraspiritus]

There's a slight little twitch at that first kiss but after that Regis' belly merely rises and falls with each slow, deep breath. Folklore has vampires to be undead but Regis' skin is warm if pale, warm with life. Now without his clothes the scent of herbs are again fainter and the earthy and somewhat metallic smell more present.

"Why would I specify where," Regis responds, gazing fondly down at his young lover, "when I enjoy your touch wherever you may grace me with it? There are of course the obvious places, that I am sure with get plenty of attention soon enough, but I am in no hurry."

[fadingworld]

It is almost possible to see Mal's mind whirring with new ideas. It had seemed impossible before to go for anything other than the cock. As usual he finds it easier to express his thanks in touch. He takes Regis' hand and kisses the palm of it, and trails kisses down and over the soft underside of the wrist.