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 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.

[fadingworld]

Would he be any more prepared to do it at another time? Mal has enough self awareness to know that the only way to do away with the doubts is to try it, and try it without building up and over thinking it.

"I would wish to try it." He knows Regis will stop and there will be no punishment for failing.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Another kiss, this one growing slowly in intensity as Regis pulls Mal closer against him, pressing them together.

"Stop me at any time," he murmurs reassuringly as he gently rolls them over to put Mal on his back.

[fadingworld]

Mal goes with him easily, his hands on Regis' shoulders, spreading his legs so Regis can rest between them.. "I will," he promises. "Try anything you like since I do not know myself."

[mandragoraspiritus]

Like with everything else they have done, Regis doesn't hurry. There are times when intensity would be more welcome, but not now starting out, he feels. Not when they still have so much to learn. Rather he takes his time to kiss Mal senseless before he starts his journey down, kissing and caressing Mal's body as he goes.

[fadingworld]

It's these soft, loving kisses that stir Mal's cock as he tries to recover his breath. Which is not the easiest when each kiss and touch seems to leave his skin tingling.

His hands stay on Regis' keeping the connection . Oh! Another spot just above the hip. There is no hiding that little moan of delight.

[mandragoraspiritus]

When he's gotten that low Regis lingers at the discovered spot, gently pressing his lips to it, laving is tongue at it, even gently nipping it it with his blunted incisors, all to see what Mal would respond best to.

Before he pays any attention to Mal's cock at all he takes is hands, tangling their fingers together just as he turns to nuzzle lightly at the base of the shaft.

[fadingworld]

Tongue is gentle build, the nips like little sparks of fire. Mal manages to convey this, with small little gasps at the first nips.


He's with Regis, very present in the moment as he squeezes the fingers hard in anticipation.

[mandragoraspiritus]

He draws slowly up the length, just barely brushing his lips over it until he can press a wet kiss to the sensitive underside of the head. Always observant of Mal's responses he slowly lets is lips slide over the tip.

[fadingworld]

It's almost too much, Mal finds. Warm and wet, he's rock hard. He gives a long moan of pleasure as he lifts his head to look down.

"I... oh." Whatever Mal's about to say is lost as he involuntarily pushes his hips up off the bed.

[mandragoraspiritus]

When Mal thrusts his hips up Regis simply opens his mouth to let him slide in. His fingers tighten encouragingly around Mal's, helping them stay connected. He looks up then as he slowly starts taking Mal in deeper into his mouth. HE has sharp teeth he needs to be mindful of but it isn't an issue. They are a part of him and he knows well what to do to keep them away from sensitive flesh.

[fadingworld]

Mal slows his breathing, this may not last long, he certainly does not feel in control of his reactions, to slow them up or adapt them. He's simply reacting to the pleasure.

His eyes fall shut as Regis takes him deeper, revelling in the new sensations. It definitely helps that his hands are anchored, for reassurance and to help him from reaching out to do something to return some of this feeling of pleasure.

The nosies start soft, but they are naturally getting louder as Mal doesn't try to hold back.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis moves slowly but he does go deep. He has an advantage in doing this, in that he doesn't need to breathe, nor does he need to be concerned about gagging. With each slow bob of his head he takes Mal in deeper until he has the other man's cock right to his throat, his nose pressed against his belly.

He's still holding Mal's hands.

[fadingworld]

Little noises having been coming from Mal, they aren't uniform or catered to what he thinks his partner might like. Heart beating wildly he looks down at the picture Regis makes.

Is that what he looks like when he does it? No wonder people had gone wild with lust. Regis' looks incredible and in a slightly choked voice Mal manages to tell him so.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis can't exactly smile up at Mal in this moment but there's a twinkle in his eyes and a crinkling of the wrinkles around them suggesting that smile. He does look like he's very much enjoying himself.

He slowly pulls back, his tongue rubbing against the underside of Mal's cock until just the very tip still rests between his lips. Then with a happy hum he lets Mal slide right back in again, right down his throat, only to do it all over again.

[fadingworld]

Mal's back arches off the bed in pleasure. This cannot last much longer and he tries to warn Regis with a breathless word and apology. He won't be able to hold back and he really doesn't want to.

[mandragoraspiritus]

Regis doesn't want Mal to hold back either, and he tells him so with the delighted sound he makes in the back of his throat as he swallows Mal down yet again, his hands squeezing Mal's to tell him he's with him in this.

[fadingworld]

It's never been this intense before. Mal comes hard, giving himself over completely to the orgasm, shaking nearly the whole way from head to toe with the intensity of it.