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Oliver’s muscles were clenching furiously around the intrusion, but Oliver forced his breaths to even out. In through his nose, out through his mouth. Focus on the feel of Mal’ik’s hand and voice. In breath, out breath. His muscles started to relax and adjust.
He let out a deep sigh when the pain faded, replaced by an erotic feeling of invasion. He twitched his hips so he could feel the finger inside him and made a tiny gasp at the spark of pleasure.
“There you go,” Mal’ik murmured, and he slowly started to drag the finger out. He only got it halfway out before he pushed it back in.
“Oh, that’s—oh.” Oliver tossed his head to the side as the sensations built. Oh, it did feel good to be penetrated like that. To feel something breaching him and pushing inside him. He opened his eyes to meet Mal’ik’s orange ones and licked his lips. To feel Mal’ik pushing inside him.
He wondered if something showed in his eyes or in his scent because Mal’ik growled lowly and pushed in just a little faster on the next thrust.
“Oh!” Oliver shouted when Mal’ik swallowed his cock down. For a terrifying second, Oliver thought he was going to come. He twisted his fingers into the fabric of the blanket and breathed sharply, just barely managing to cling to his control as waves of pleasure washed over him. “Oh, god, Mal’ik.”
Oliver kept up his litany of cursing and moaning and Mal’ik’s name as Mal’ik sucked his cock and fingered him. The combination of the slight burn of intrusion with the sweet pleasure of Mal’ik’s mouth was so much better than either individually. Oliver rolled his head back and forth, not caring how he looked, too caught up in the feel of it all.
He managed to nod his head furiously when Mal’ik pressed a second finger against his rim. “Yes, yes, definitely.” He lifted his hips to make his point, and Mal’ik didn’t make him wait. Oliver hissed a little, but the bliss coursing through his veins kept him too relaxed to care.
After just a few minutes of two fingers, Oliver pinched his brows and managed to force himself back up onto his forearms.
“Mal’ik,” he panted. “I’m not—” He cut off with groan when Mal’ik circled the crown of his head with his tongue. “Fuck. I’m not going to last. Get on with it.”
Mal’ik lifted off Oliver’s cock with one last, long lick and then nuzzled the base of it. “You need one more.”
“I don’t. I don’t,” Oliver insisted. His cock was aching, and his balls were pulled up so tight they hurt. “I need—oh, god, fuck.”
He dropped his chin to his chest when Mal’ik shoved a third finger inside him. He let out a long breath and focused on the feel of Mal’ik metal thumb smoothing over his hipbone. When Mal’ik spread his fingers, stretching Oliver’s rim with intent, Oliver dropped back onto his back with a shuddery exhale and scrubbed his palms over his face.
Soon, even the discomfort of that faded, and Oliver’s desperation and urgency roared back. “Mal’ik,” he cried. “Please, for the love of god, I want it.”
Mal’ik pulled his fingers all the way free, leaving Oliver empty, and Oliver almost screamed, but then Mal’ik stood, and Oliver’s mouth went dry instead.
“Get up higher on the bed,” Mal’ik ordered. He poured a generous amount of Oliver’s expensive oil into his huge palm, and Oliver watched, open-mouthed, as Mal’ik wrapped his hand around his own cock, dark and flushed with blood. He pumped it a few times and grunted. “Oliver.”
Oliver rushed to comply, dragging himself higher onto the bed until his head was on the pillows. Mal’ik climbed onto the bed after him, and Oliver watched him, heart pounding with anticipation. He braced his feet on the mattress to bend his knees and let his thighs fall wide. Satisfaction thrilled through him when Mal’ik closed his eyes and shuddered.
Suddenly, Mal’ik looped his arms under Oliver’s knees and lifted his hips off the bed. Oliver yelped as his weight tipped back into his shoulders and his hands scrambled for purchase before finding it against the headboard. “What the hell are you doing?”
The scars on the right side of Mal’ik’s face pulled as Mal’ik smiled crookedly down at him. “Fucking you.”
Oliver’s breath hitched when Mal’ik settled Oliver’s legs over his broad shoulders. It was a shockingly vulnerable position. More vulnerable than just having Mal’ik on top of or behind him as he’d imagined the few times he’d let his fantasies get that detailed. But he suddenly lost the ability to care when Mal’ik grabbed his hips and nudged Oliver’s hole with his cockhead.
Oh god, he was finally going to have Mal’ik inside of him. His heart raced, and his breath came short and quick, as though he’d been pining for this for years rather than the days it had actually been.
Oliver opened his mouth to boss Mal’ik again but couldn’t. He didn’t have any words as he stared up his own body into Mal’ik’s bright orange eyes. Mal’ik held his gaze, and Oliver made a choked sound as Mal’ik pushed into him slow and steady. His instincts wanted to toss his head and screw his eyes shut at the feel of being filled, but he couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to look away. His lower lip trembled, and a sound that should have been a moan came out more like a sob.
Mal’ik stroked Oliver’s thigh with his soft hand as he finally sheathed himself inside Oliver. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Oliver.”
For once, Oliver couldn’t think of what to say. He was too caught up in the look in Mal’ik’s eyes, the roughness of his voice, and the absolutely, utterly, and completely overwhelming feeling of being so full.
But Mal’ik saved him from that too by pulling out and then snapping back in.
“Fuck!” Oliver did throw his head back now, the word punched out of him by the shock of Mal’ik’s thrust. But Mal’ik didn’t give him time to catch his breath. He pounded into him, dragging out and thrusting back in before Oliver even had a chance to register the feel of that exquisite drag against his rim.
It was perfect.
It was so fucking perfect.
He writhed and twisted, but with his legs slung over Mal’ik’s shoulders, Oliver didn’t have any leverage, so all he could do was take it and twist his fingers into his hair and babble.
He couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of his mouth; he couldn’t even decide what they would be before they were already flowing out of him. “Yes, yes, fuck yes, Mal’ik.” He pulled at his hair and moaned. “God, that’s amazing. Oh fuck.”
