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]

"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.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Those eyes that look down at Mal are so dark, increasingly so, the black of them seeming to overtake the white. They are full of lust and pleasure, yes, but they are indeed caring. Loving, even.

Moving carefully as to not disturb Mal's rhythm, Regis props himself up on one elbow to better reach, to run his free hand through Mal's hair, caress his face and down his neck and shoulders.

[fadingworld]

Mal moves easily with him. His shoulders open up further releasing any slight tension under the warm touches.

He keeps the use of teeth unexpected, working more with his lips and scrapping at irregular intervals. A hand moves from the hip to stroke the balls, adding to the variety of pleasure.

[mandragoraspiritus]

The teeth does not bother Regis in the least. If anything the scrape of them prompts pleased little hisses or gasps to mingle with the moans and sighs of pleasure that he allows to be heard.

He spreads his legs a bit further to give Mal room to touch him.

[fadingworld]

Mal does everything he can to encourage those noises, experimenting to find just how much of a scrape Regis enjoys.

His other hand moves to Regis' thigh and curiously, looks to see what drawing his finger nails down his inner thigh will do.

[mandragoraspiritus]

What it does is earn Mal a sharper sort of moan and a gleam in Regis' black eyes that can only be described as playful. OR perhaps just a touch wicked, with his bottom lip caught between sharp teeth, suggesting that loving tenderness isn't all that resides in Regis, that there are further depth to explore in time.

[fadingworld]

Mal notes it, he notes every little detail. He never forgets a detail of what someone likes and enjoys surprising people. Regis will find Mal works with a great deal of variety. His lips keep working as he moves a finger to scrape down over a nipple.

[mandragoraspiritus]

The way Regis has started to move his hips, slightly flexing them up, is clearly saying that he's enjoying everything Mal is doing to him. He catches that hand then, drawing it up to his face to press a kiss into the palm before drawing one of Mal's fingers into his own mouth.

[fadingworld]

Mal relaxes his jaws a little and slides a hand behind Regis to encourage him to thrust up into his mouth a little more, to match the pace to what he's doing with the finger.

[mandragoraspiritus]

He doesn't match the pace but he does follow Mal's encouragement. But that finger in his mouth is a nice addition. He sucks on it, curling his tongue around it, sometimes mimicking what Mal is doing to him, other times doing something completely different. For a moment he simply has it resting on his tongue, held there by his teeth lightly clamped down on it between the second and third knuckle as he gazes down at Mal with a playful quick to his lips.

[fadingworld]

Mal simply arches an all too innocent eyebrow as if to say I have no clue what game you are playing. His breathing and heart rate have increased a little in response.

In simple retaliation he slips a finger along Regis' crack, coming to rest teasingly over the hole. He's had clients who have asked for it and enjoyed it.