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He started pulling at the straps and fastenings of Mal’ik’s armor and scowled. “You have so many fucking buckles.”
“Well, it’s not made to be removed by fussy men in bed.” Mal’ik laughed and left off grabbing at every inch of Oliver he could reach and started helping him undo his clothing. Oliver’s bit-lip intensity and the eagerness rolling off him made Mal’ik’s breath catch in his throat. Oliver wanted him, all of him, old scars and metal arm and all. He could have anyone, and he was here on top of Mal’ik, rocking his hips against him and stripping him with insistent, grabby fingers.
It was normal to be aroused after life-threatening situations, Mal’ik reminded himself. He knew that. He’d had his fair share of meaningless encounters after close calls. Oliver’s desire didn’t necessarily mean anything more than that, but the look in Oliver’s eyes set something in Mal’ik on fire that had never been lit before.
As soon as Mal’ik’s chest was exposed, Oliver groaned. “I can’t get over how fucking good you look.” He shifted down to drop wet, open-mouthed kisses along Mal’ik’s pectorals as Mal’ik’s heart clenched behind them. He moved his lips over his muscles and scars and dipped his tongue into the hollow of his collarbone. Then he licked down, down along the lines of his abs.
“Oliver…” Mal’ik propped himself up on his forearms to look down his body. Oliver knelt between his legs and looked up at him with pupils blown wide in his hazel eyes. “What are you doing?”
“I want to suck you.” The words tumbled out from between Oliver’s lips, and then Oliver clamped them shut again as though he hadn’t meant to allow the words to escape. His thumb worried at Mal’ik’s belt. He opened his mouth and then shut it again and bit his lip like when he’d first asked Mal’ik to fuck him.
Anxiety, fear, and nervousness oozed out to join the smell of arousal, and something fierce reared up in Mal’ik’s chest. He remembered how unprepared Oliver had been that night, how tight around his finger, how nervous and downright inexperienced. And then how pliant and soft he had been the night after. The fussy, astringent man was both sweet and dirty once he was in Mal’ik’s bed, and Mal’ik was going to give him everything he wanted.
Mal’ik sat up and cupped Oliver’s jaw. He ran his thumb over his soft lower lip and then pulled Oliver’s mouth open to press the pad of it down on his tongue.
“Yeah? You want my cock in your pretty mouth, Oliver?”
Oliver moaned and nodded, his eyes locked with Mal’ik. He sealed his lips around Mal’ik’s thumb, but before he could suck on it, Mal’ik pulled it out and smeared the spit over his cheekbone. Oliver let out a little gasp as his pupils dilated.
“Get your knees on the ground then,” Mal’ik ordered, and Oliver quickly slid off the bed to kneel at the foot of it. Mal’ik stripped his own pants off and moved toward Oliver to sit at the edge of the bed with his feet braced on the floor and Oliver bracketed between his thighs.
Oliver grabbed Mal’ik’s quad muscles with his slender fingers and strained up toward him. “Kiss me again.”
Mal’ik was already cupping his neck and bringing their lips together. He could kiss Oliver all night long. He was so eager and responsive, both demanding and yielding. Open and bare in his kisses in a way he never was with his words out of bed. Mal’ik dropped his hand down between them to grab at Oliver’s balls just as he pressed his tongue into him, and Oliver gasped and moaned.
Then he tore his mouth away and pushed on Mal’ik’s chest. “No, wait. That’s not what we’re doing.”
Mal’ik chuckled and reluctantly pulled his hand back, trailing his fingers up Oliver’s velvety cock as they went. “Whatever you say, Oliver.”
“I said I want to suck you.” Oliver jutted his chin out at him. Still keeping his eyes locked on Mal’ik’s face, he wrapped both hands around Mal’ik’s cock. Pleasure shot down Mal’ik’s spine, and his balls tightened. “And I’ve been thinking about it for days, so don’t distract me now.”
Mal’ik’s eyes widened. Had he really? Had he really been thinking about touching Mal’ik’s body? Not just Mal’ik touching his? But the thoughts were driven out of Mal’ik’s mind when Oliver dipped down and sucked the head of Mal’ik’s cock into his mouth.
“Oh fuck, Oliver,” Mal’ik hissed. He threaded the fingers of both hands into Oliver’s blond hair, not pulling or holding, just touching and feeling the way the muscles of his neck and throat clenched as he bobbed.
Oliver moved cautiously at first, short little movements as he suckled at Mal’ik’s cockhead. He brought Mal’ik into his hot mouth just deep enough to run his tongue around his crown and to press at the vein on its underside.
Mal’ik smoothed his fingers over Oliver’s scalp as his cock gave a pulse of precum. “Good boy, Oliver. That’s good.” Fuck, Oliver was so inexperienced, and it made every nervous little flick of his tongue along Mal’ik’s length feel all that much better.
Oliver made a mewling sound at the praise, and he spread his hands high up on Mal’ik’s inner thighs and pushed himself farther onto Mal’ik’s cock. Mal’ik groaned as he slid deeper into that wet heat.
“Yes, that’s it, Oliver.” Mal’ik carded his fingers through Oliver’s hair and guided him gently as Oliver pulled back and then sucked Mal’ik back down. “Fuck, yes, that’s it, Oliver. Good boy. Just like that.”
Mal’ik saw the moment Oliver let go. He saw the tension fall out of his shoulders, and the muscles of his hands clench as they grabbed at him. He felt the loosening of his throat around his cock, and he certainly felt Oliver’s deep moan vibrate through them both.
And then Oliver threw himself into his task. He sucked and bobbed and licked at Mal’ik with a messy and artless abandon that made Mal’ik’s blood rise and his toes curl. He tightened his fingers in Oliver’s hair as he watched the pretty man work him over, pleasure coursing up and down his spine and gathering in his lower belly.
“Good job, Oliver. Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Mal’ik kept up the praise, and Oliver twisted and let out another desperate sound with every word. Mal’ik could see how hard he was, his cock flushed and glistening, hanging heavily between his thighs. But Oliver didn’t make a grab for it; he didn’t pay attention to anything but Mal’ik in his mouth.
Soon Mal’ik had to grit his teeth to keep his hips on the bed, every instinct straining to start thrusting into the building, exquisite feeling. “You’re going to make me come, Oliver.” A warning as much as a promise, whatever Oliver wanted it to be.
Oliver’s fingers spasmed against his skin, and then he popped off Mal’ik’s cock. His lips were red and swollen, and saliva glistened all over his mouth. But he didn’t pay it any attention. Oliver dragged his nose down to nuzzle at Mal’ik’s base. “I just—I want to try something.”
Without waiting for a response from Mal’ik or meeting his eyes, Oliver licked down Mal’ik’s balls. He took his time, mouthing and kissing at his sac, but he had a clear direction, and Mal’ik’s jaw dropped in shock.
When Oliver’s tongue brushed his taint, he let out a groan and leaned back and braced his metal hand behind him. With one hand still tangled in Oliver’s hair, he tilted his hips to give Oliver better access to his hole.
Mal’ik’s heart pounded in his chest. He had never imagined this, and there was something about it that felt wrong and something about it that felt amazing. There was something right about pretty, perfect Oliver covered in a sheen of sweat with swollen lips and a swollen cock burying his face in Mal’ik’s ass.
