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Oliver grinned back and then twisted and arched to show off his body, luxuriating in the way Mal’ik’s eyes darkened. He trailed his own gaze obviously down his muscular form. “You’d better hurry up then, or I might finish just from looking at you.”
Mal’ik threw back his head and laughed and then shook it. “I don’t think so.”
Mal’ik grabbed the half-empty vial of oil that had been sitting innocuously on the bedside table since last night, and Oliver’s heart jumped in anticipation. Before he could spread his legs, Mal’ik grabbed his ankle like he had last time and pulled him down the bed. Oliver let out an absurd little giggle that hiccuped into a moan when Mal’ik grabbed both his knees and spread his thighs. Exposure felt almost as good as invasion.
He looked down his body so he could see Mal’ik’s nosing at the crease of his hips and his sac, fluttering little shivers running through him both at the feel and the knowledge that Mal’ik was smelling him. Smelling him and loving it.
Mal’ik’s orange eyes flickered up to him as he massaged Oliver’s hip. “I just want you to enjoy this, Oliver.”
“I—” Oliver licked his lips. “I already am.”
Mal’ik smiled softly. “Good.”
Then he sucked the head of Oliver’s cock into the warm heat of his mouth. Oliver dropped back onto the bed with a low, drawn-out sigh and let the bliss course through him. He tangled one hand into his own hair and reached down to grasp at Mal’ik’s. A pleased growl vibrated up Oliver’s length when he managed to tangle his fingers in Mal’ik’s locks, and Oliver gasped at the sensation.
“Mal’ik, Mal’ik,” Oliver whispered his name over and over again as the sweet sensations mounted. Mal’ik took his time, first rolling his tongue over and around Oliver’s sensitive head and then slowly dipping down to wrap his lips around his shaft. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through Oliver, never threatening to crest, just wringing out every last ounce of tension until he was a puddle on the bed.
Mal’ik bobbed back up to suckle on the tip of Oliver’s length, then circled his entrance with an oiled finger.
“Yes.” Oliver nodded and twitched his hips clumsily. “Yes, do it, p—oh yes.”
Mal’ik slid his finger in easily, Oliver’s hole already loose and relaxed from the nonstop bliss running through him. Oliver rolled his head back and forth, pulled on Mal’ik’s hair, and moaned. It was perfect. It was all perfect. Pleasure, happiness, warmth—
Oliver cried out as Mal’ik touched the spot inside him that sent lightning up his spine.
Mal’ik pulled off him long enough to let out a low laugh. “That’s what I wanted.”
He pushed a second finger past Oliver’s rim, then crooked them both, and Oliver arched off the bed.
“Mal’ik!” Oliver’s yelp dissolved into a keen as Mal’ik did it again and then increased his pace.
“There you go.” Mal’ik pushed himself from the floor to hover over Oliver, staring down at him as he worked inside him. He planted his metal arm on the mattress, leaving Oliver free to writhe on the bed untouched except where he was impaled on Mal’ik’s fingers.
Oliver couldn’t form words, the sensations overwhelming him as Mal’ik assaulted that spot, sending him higher and higher. He sobbed and reached out to wrap his arms around Mal’ik’s neck, needing to anchor himself before he was swept away.
“I’ve got you.” Mal’ik kissed his ear. “Are you going to come? Are you ready?”
Oliver nodded desperately, unable to say the words around his own moans. He was so ready; he needed it so bad it hurt.
“I’ve got you.” Mal’ik ducked out from under the circle of Oliver’s arms and swallowed Oliver’s cock again, all the way down to his base.
Oliver seized up as the suction of Mal’ik’s throat tightened around him and Mal’ik ground his fingers into that spot. His vision burst into stars as he came, hips stuttering, his release pumping into Mal’ik’s mouth. Mal’ik held Oliver’s hips down as they jerked with his cold metal fingers and kept his lips sealed around the base of Oliver’s cock.
Still floating down, Oliver moaned lightly at the feel of Mal’ik swallowing around him, and then when he pulled off, the soft swipes of his tongue up his shaft and around his crown. He shivered with oversensitivity when Mal’ik pressed one last kiss under his head.
“You’re clean.” Mal’ik crawled up his sated body and smiled down at him.
Oliver’s lips parted as he realized what Mal’ik had done. He glanced down his body to see the faint glisten of saliva and oil but not a drop of semen. He looked back up at Mal’ik, his heart in his throat.
Mal’ik smiled crookedly. “Almost.”
Mal’ik took off his own shirt and, before Oliver could protest, wiped away the bit of slickness still between Oliver’s legs. Oliver’s limbs felt too heavy to struggle, and it felt too good to bother.
Mal’ik shrugged. “I’m about to change anyway.”
Oliver reached for him drowsily. “Mal’ik.”
He pulled the big man down for a soft kiss that tasted like himself, and Mal’ik hummed and reached up to run his calloused thumb over Oliver’s jaw. Oliver’s eyes closed, emotional exhaustion and post-orgasmic bliss taking their toll. Oliver felt the covers beneath him start to bunch under his back, and he broke the kiss to see Mal’ik pulling the covers down. He laughed as Mal’ik yanked them down and then rolled Oliver onto the sheets.
