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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[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.

[mandragoraspiritus]

In response Regis spreads his legs further. Hw lets the finger slip out from his mouth but he still keeps Mal's hand up by his face, nuzzling against the palm.

"If you do that," he murmurs, laving a long, slow lick up along Mal's middle finger, "I dare say you will have me climaxing very quickly." He doesn't sound at all as composed as he usually does, voice thicker and somehow raspier. It's not saying yes or no, by his tone not even warning. More simply stating. He would enjoy it, yes, but nor is he in a hurry. And even if he were to come, it doesn't mean he would want to call it a night after.

[fadingworld]

And that is Mal's goal. He is aware that a vampire's pain tolerance is going to be different to a human's since he can survive pretty much anything. But he still shows him some care as he circles and slowly, slowly, pushing his finger in.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis easily stays relaxed and accepting, his eyes slipping halfway closed as that finger starts to enter him. "You needn't be so careful," he murmurs against Mal's palm. He is being truthful; this doesn't hurt him.

[fadingworld]

Mal takes the instruction, pushing his finger in deeply with confidence. He quickly matches his finger to pace of Regis's thrusts into his mouth.

[mandragoraspiritus]

That finger certainly has effect. Regis' cock seems to stiffen and swell even further if that is at all possible. At least that's what it feels like to the vampire himself. He groans loudly and yes, his hips does keep on thrusting up into Mal's mouth.

[fadingworld]

Mal relaxes his jaw still further, accommodating. Now he increases the pace of his finger, encouraging a faster more urgent pace. He's no intention of lifting his head away from Regis' cock until after he comes.

He's focused entirely on Regis' pleasure, the sounds that thrill him, his scent, the reactions to his touch and work.

[mandragoraspiritus]

As Regis had said, it doesn't take long. He laces his fingers together with Mal's, pressing both their hands to his chest. Then he's there, after a few sharper bucks of his hips he's coming, moaning Mal's name as he does.

[fadingworld]

The gesture of their fingers locked together like that warms Mal and brings tears to his eyes at the sweetness of it.

His finger slows as he swallows, gently taking him through the waves of pleasure. He draws his finger out and making sure Regis is clean, comes up to curl against Regis' chest.

He presses a kiss to the laced fingers.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Mal is gathered up by lean but strong arms and is kissed deeply, deep but slow and lingering and sweet rather than demanding. Regis can taste himself on Mal's tongue and he revels in it.

Finally letting up to let Mal breathe he sighs contentedly.

[fadingworld]

Mal is not used to such a reward. There is a startled little noise and then a hum of contentment. He kisses back lovely, fingers rubbing small circles on patches of skin.

"It was lovely," he murmurs, "You are lovely."

[mandragoraspiritus]

"So are you," comes the soft and happy reply. "So lovely."

He keeps Mal cradled in close, running a hand over his back. Many human men would be likely to go straight to sleep after an orgasm like that, but Regis isn't human. He's also very clearly wide awake.

[fadingworld]

Mal arches into the touch, he simply cannot get enough of loving little touches that lead to nothing. "It felt good to do it because I cared about you," he says sweetly.

[mandragoraspiritus]

"It makes all the difference, doesn't it?" Regis is smiling, happy to know that Mal had enjoyed it, had been able to take his own pleasure from the act.

"I would like to do the same for you," he goes on. "Not now, if you feel it to be too much, but some day."

[fadingworld]

Silence. Mal doesn't retreat inside his own head or switch off but he is thinking. "No one," he confesses eventually, "Has ever done that for me." It's not quite an answer.

[mandragoraspiritus]

There are a great deal of things that no-one has ever done for Mal, Regis would be willing to bet.

He strokes his fingers through Mal's hair, then cups his cheek and presses his lips to his on a soft kiss. "Then if you would let me, I would love to give you the experience."

[fadingworld]

There is hesitation in Mal's eyes, nerves more than anything. But earlier had felt good, hadn't it?

He nods. "There is nothing I do not want to try with you," he answers honestly.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Another sweet kiss, unhurried and lingering. "Do you wish it now?" Regis then asks, his tone gentle, saying tat a no would be just as welcome as a yes.