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He tensed as Mal’ik took a step forward and leaned over him. The big man grabbed the couch on either side of him, bracketing him in and leaning close until, for a brief, exciting second, Oliver was sure he was going to kiss him. Then he stopped, close enough for Oliver to feel the heat of him all around him and to smell the musk of him that even Oliver could make out.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Mal’ik’s voice rumbled down Oliver’s spine. “Do you want me to fuck you, Oliver?”
Oliver’s stomach swooped at the sound of his name in Mal’ik’s voice. His fingers twitched with the desire to twist the front of Mal’ik’s shirt and pull him closer, but he didn’t know if he was allowed.
“Very much,” he breathed.
“Then yes.” Mal’ik crushed their lips together almost violently.
Oliver gasped, and Mal’ik swept his tongue inside his mouth and kissed him deeply. Mal’ik pressed him back into the couch, and Oliver let him, let him push him and manhandle him and trap him against the soft cushions and fabric.
Mal’ik left off kissing him to scrape his tusk up Oliver’s jaw and worry at his ear, and Oliver squirmed and whimpered as though the shell of his ear had a hotline straight to his cock. He grabbed Mal’ik’s shoulders and dug his fingers into the muscles he’d barely been able to keep his eyes off.
“Yes, I will fuck you, Oliver Turner,” Mal’ik growled into his ear, and without warning, he grabbed Oliver’s legs and hooked them around his hips. He wrapped his arms around him and lifted him into the air.
Oliver yelped and clung to Mal’ik’s neck as Mal’ik carried him into the bedroom. The show of strength sent a thrill down his spine, and he pressed his cock into the hard ripples of Mal’ik’s abs and groaned.
“Oh fuck.” Oliver nuzzled into the hollow behind Mal’ik’s ear and rocked his hips against his body. Mal’ik dropped his hands to Oliver’s ass and dug his fingers into the muscle as Oliver pushed against him.
“That feel good to you?” Mal’ik nipped Oliver’s ear. Oliver’s back hit the wall as Mal’ik pushed him up against it. It gave him more leverage to rut against him, and Oliver whined and increased his pace.
“Yes.”
“Maybe I’ll make you finish like this.” Mal’ik used his grip on Oliver’s ass to roll his hips against him, controlling his movements and rubbing Oliver’s cock against him.
Oliver whined again and shook his head. “No.” But the sharpness of his tone was ruined by breathiness as a wave of pleasure rolled through him. He screwed up his face and pressed his forehead against Mal’ik’s to look into his beautiful, intense eyes. “No, that’s not what you said.”
“No, it’s not,” Mal’ik agreed. He tightened his grip on Oliver to pull him away from the wall and then turned and dumped him on the bed.
Oliver’s stomach dropped out as he fell, but before he had the time to panic, his back hit the soft comforter and he was looking up at Mal’ik. Mal’ik stood between his spread legs and smirked down at him. “I said I’d fuck you, but I didn’t say how many other things I was going to do to you first.”
“Is that a promise?” Oliver shot back, and he arched his back in a way he knew would make him look good.
But Mal’ik’s dirty smirk went soft, and he put his hand on Oliver’s knee in a way that felt more intimate than sensuous. “Everything I say to you is a promise, Oliver,” he said in a low voice that vibrated through Oliver’s chest, making it tighten.
Oliver’s lips parted as he stared up into Mal’ik’s intense eyes, feeling very exposed even though he was still fully dressed.
Mal’ik rubbed his thumb over the inside of Oliver’s knee.
Oliver didn’t know what to say to that, and he felt an immense amount of relief when the serious earnestness in Mal’ik’s eyes gave way to leering intent.
“Now take off your clothes,” Mal’ik ordered.
Oliver scrambled to comply, yanking off his shirt, clumsy with anticipation. It got caught around his shoulders, and he had to twist it a few times to get it over his head. By the time he’d freed himself from the fabric, Mal’ik was stepping out of his own pants.
Oliver stared at him, gaping slightly with his mouth watering.
“God, you look good,” Oliver managed. His eyes roved down that expanse of dusky, green-tinged skin. Mal’ik’s huge shoulders with a scratched-up leather harness holding on his metal arm. His broad, musclebound chest with scars streaking down one side, his chiseled abs, the pronounced V of his hips, down to the jut of his already hard, girthy cock. Oliver had never wanted to give head before in his life, but all of a sudden, he was dying to know what that would feel like in his mouth.
“You’re not naked,” Mal’ik growled, and Oliver dragged his gaze back up to Mal’ik’s face.
Mal’ik looked like something out of the wet dreams Oliver never had, and he wasn’t totally convinced he wasn’t asleep now. Then Mal’ik’s words caught up with him, and he hurriedly started undoing his pants.
As soon as he’d undone the buttons, Mal’ik’s big hands batted Oliver’s away and yanked his pants and underwear down in one motion, leaving Oliver bare and stretched out on the bed before him.
Oliver bit his lip and cocked an eyebrow. “Better?”
Mal’ik huffed a laugh. “Almost.”
