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]

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.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis is - as Mal has found - not like the other men the young man has met. Regis is as he said, patient. When Mal turns his focus onto his hand his lips part lightly in a smile, fangs just barely hinting as he gives a pleased, soft sound.

[fadingworld]

Mal glances up with a soft smile, it's a little shy. It's strange to do something that is so familiar and yet feel so new.

He keeps his lips, on the hands and wrists kissing the pressure points and tips as he other hand starts to ghost over Regis' hips.

[mandragoraspiritus]

This is at least supposedly about Regis' pleasure, though the vampire does have his hopes that Mal will be able to find his own enjoyment in it. While he would like to be more active, it is hardly unpleasant to just lay back and receive.

He isn't bucking under Mal's touch but there is just the slightest shift, like a slow wave of tension of encouragement, wordlessly saying that Regis is enjoying the touch.

[fadingworld]

Mal would happily take more activity. His eyes often stray to Regis' face, checking for the signs of enjoyment as well as reading the body language.

There are pleased littlie murmurs from him as he runs his hands down the inside of Regis' thighs. "You really are beautiful," he murmurs.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis almost makes some quip about Mal having strange tastes, or at least odd ones. Regis easily looks like a man in his fifties, graying and worn. Most young men, or people in general, would probably be more attracted to someone more their own age.

But then, very few are of Regis' age, and the vampire does believe Mal means what he says, that it isn't only flattery. SO he holds back his jesting and just reaches down to brush his fingers over Mal's cheek in an affectionate gesture, looking at him with fondness.

[fadingworld]

Mal leans into the touch, his eyes warm and content. He's enjoying this in a quiet, understated way.

He drops his head down, feeling more confident in holding on to the warm feeling this giving him, to nip along the hip bone, and kiss the head of Regis' cock before taking it, slowly, teasingly into his mouth.

[mandragoraspiritus]

The reaction that earns Mal is a deep, heartfelt sigh of pleasure as all tension suddenly seeps out from Regis' body, a low of relaxation that has his head dropping back against the bed with a soft thump. Still his hand stays on his face, touching lightly, encouragingly.

[fadingworld]

So this was the right move. Mal takes him the whole way in, his thumbs stroking Regis' hips. He looks up at Regis as he draws up to the tip and slowly works his way down, swirling his tongue.

[mandragoraspiritus]

It was a move, certainly a very pleasurable one, one that Regis can now enjoy when he doesn't feel that tension and sense of stress in Mal. It does feel lovely, warm and wet and wonderful.

"Oh, that feels..." Regis murmurs dreamily, a little bit hoarsely. He raises his head up again, to be able to see how Mal swallows him down.

[fadingworld]

Mal keeps his eyes open so that he can look up at Regis. It's almost a little shocking to look up into eyes that care. He hums, and sets to work lovingly, his teeth grazing down it occasionally.