Chapter 18
Chapter
Eighteen
MAL
If he could get bruises for more than a few minutes, Mal would be covered in them, he was certain of it. Clayton kicked in his sleep.
A lot.
He was cute, however, and smelled absolutely edible, but in a fuckable way rather than in a food way. The line seemed to blur where Clayton was concerned.
The shin-threatening bundle tucked against him began to stir in earnest now, and Mal hugged him close. He knew how this was going to go. Clayton was going to wake up, be surprised he wasn’t alone, and then try to claw Mal’s face off with every ounce of energy inside him.
Mal strengthened his influence around their bedroom so Clayton’s chaos magic wouldn’t attempt to clobber him when Clayton freaked out, much like it had when they’d met and Clayton had dropped a ceiling on top of him.
When Mal wrapped himself tightly against Clayton’s body, the smaller man stilled, and Mal braced himself for whatever was about to happen.
Bring it on, baby, Mal thought.
It was better to get their growing pains out of the way now rather than later. Mal wasn’t going anywhere, and Clayton needed to get used to that as soon as possible.
As Mal prepared for the redhead apocalypse, he failed to notice that Clayton had begun to rub his ass against Mal ever so subtly.
When Mal finally realized that he wasn’t about to be assaulted, Clayton was all but bouncing on his dick.
“If you don’t stop strangling me and start touching me, I’m going to kick you off my boat, asshole,” Clayton hissed irritably.
That option was infinitely better than being attacked, so Mal complied instantly, saying, “Yes, sir,” before flipping Clayton over onto his back.
Mal allowed himself to open up to Clayton’s essence so he could read him.
What did his mercurial little fireball want today?
He couldn’t hear Clayton’s thoughts, per se, but he could sense desires, fears, needs, wants…
It was all a jumble, but everything inside Clayton agreed that he wanted to be better acquainted with Mal’s mouth.
Done and done.
Ma had undressed Clayton down to his green silk boxers the night before so he’d be comfortable, so it was easy to get access to his cock now.
Yesterday had been all about humiliation and denial for Clayton. Now he wanted to get off, and Mal was going to make it so good for him.
“You’re going to love this,” he purred as he freed Clayton from his boxers. He planted a hard kiss on Clayton’s mouth before moving downward.
“What are you doing?” Clayton followed his journey with his eyes, his expression half curious and half nervous.
Mal stroked Clayton’s cock, and while it perked up a little, it didn’t grow hard. Mal had a feeling he could rub it like this all day long and nothing would happen beyond chafed skin and a sore wrist. Since that had never been his plan, he didn’t have to worry.
He made eye contact with Clayton and opened his mouth in a tooth-baring grin, showing off every single one of his fangs. He’d made them extra sharp and shiny just now, all for Clayton.
He ran his tongue along his teeth, maintaining eye contact with Clayton, then glancing down at the man’s dick, and then back up at his face.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Don’t you dare put my dick in that terror cave you’ve got for a mouth. I want to be in one piece when this is over.”
Clayton’s dick made a lie of his words by hardening in Mal’s hand.
“I can put you back together again,” Mal promised, and he was rewarded by an intoxicating influx of fearlustpleasure roaring out of Clayton’s very being. “Now hold still. Otherwise, there might not be anything left to put back together.”
Clayton’s body went limp, mind swiftly being consumed by waves of desire and shame over wanting Mal to do such a terrifying thing to him.
Mal changed the shape of his tongue so it would be long enough and flexible enough to slip out of his mouth and twine around the head of Clayton’s dick, lavishing it with all the attention it didn’t get last night.
He followed his tongue with his mouth, inching down the shaft, allowing his teeth to make light contact at random intervals, while his tongue began to work the head. Clayton grew harder at every touch of Mal’s teeth, and his emotions grew even more heady.
Clayton’s breaths were coming in little pants and hitches. It was absolute music to Mal’s ears, so he rewarded him by wrapping a clawed hand around Clayton’s balls and giving them a squeeze. Not tight enough to damage, but with enough claw to make sure Clayton believed Mal wanted to.
Did Mal want to? Hmmm… Clayton wanted him to, so that was all that really mattered to him. If Clayton found something hot, Mal found it hot. Plus, he got the added bonus of a free meal, so in this scenario, everyone was a winner.
Clayton was actively thrusting into Mal’s mouth now, and he had to reshape his tongue to make it strong and flexible enough to keep Clayton from injuring himself inadvertently. Clayton was so hot for him that he’d lost all reason.
Damn, his boy really wanted Mal exactly as he was. Hell, it seemed like he wanted Mal to be even more himself. Perhaps one day, he’d allow Clayton to see what he really looked like. His soul’s version of himself, not this watered-down version to blend in enough to not make waves.
Mal worked Clayton up into a frenzy with his tongue and hand, bringing him just to the edge, only to snatch him back just before achieving orgasm. It wasn’t just for Clayton’s sake. Mal was becoming addicted to the sad, helpless whimpers Clayton made every time Mal denied him relief.
Mal had glutted himself on Clayton’s emotions by the time he sensed the redhead was finally ready for release. What a glorious creature he’d found.
He pulled away from Clayton’s cock to admire his work.
Such a beauty, too. Blushing, freckled skin covered toned muscles that trembled at Mal’s every touch. Mal hadn’t held back his claws as much as he could have as he explored Clayton’s body, so he was covered in little scrapes and scratches.
“So sexy covered in my marks,” Mal whispered as he nuzzled against Clayton’s thigh. “Let me give you one more.” He stroked the bite he’d left yesterday to score his point before wrapping a hand around Clayton’s dick. Clayton trembled and cried out when Mal engulfed his balls fully into his mouth.
Mal worked Clayton’s dick while he listened to the maelstrom of emotions inside Clayton reach a peak, and he bit down lightly, threateningly. Not enough to injure, but enough to terrify.
As soon as Mal put pressure into the bite, Clayton’s body began to convulse, and his dick shot hot white stripes of cum all over himself and Mal. Mal had to hold the man down firmly, otherwise his wild bucking would have taken the dark fantasy in Clayton’s mind and turned it into reality.
Mal wanted Clayton whole, happy, and full of sass and complaints for a long, long time. The redhead would need his balls in order for that to happen.
Mal waited for Clayton to still before easing the man’s balls out of his mouth. He worked his jaw as he mentally urged his mouth back into its previous state. Smaller, shorter tongue, smaller teeth. It was hard to talk around a mouthful of massive teeth.
He kissed his way up Clayton’s heaving chest, marking every cut and scrape with a kiss before arriving at Clayton’s blissed-out face.
“Which mark should I leave you with today?” Mal asked innocently.
Clayton gave him a half laugh, still winded and dazed. “You’d better not leave a single mark on my junk if you know what’s good for you. I’d better not feel a single pinch down there once the endorphins are gone.”
“But think how adorable you’d look if you walked funny because of my marks,” Mal teased.
He should have known better.
Clayton’s face went from tamed sex kitten to wet cat fury in a flash. He planted both feet on Mal's chest and kicked him right out of the bed. Mal tumbled to the floor and ended up in an ungainly sprawl in the narrow space between the bed and the door.
He had to mentally widen it so he could move around enough to get up again. As he did so, he marveled at his essence.
Somehow, he was even more sated than the night before. The bottomless pit of hunger inside him had not only achieved a bottom, but it had expanded even deeper this morning.
Were all chaos mages like this? Could any of them feed him in this way, or was it Clayton-specific?
Did he even care? Mal couldn’t imagine having that much fun with anyone who wasn’t Clayton, and the thought didn’t bother him half as much as it should have.