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Aiasthlyn

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Malcolm blinks up at me, dazed as though he already has my cock in his mouth. It twitches, but I keep my hands at my side.

He will take care of me.

Grey eyes flicking between my length and my watchful gaze, Malcolm swallows deeply before he lifts a shaking hand, and then the next. When I remain as I am, he braves reaching for the band of my silks.

His knuckles brush my stomach, and I hiss as sparks shoot through me from the point of contact. Breath catching, Malcolm hesitates one last time before he leans forward and buries his face in my crotch.

“Shun!” I curse, sitting up and bracing myself with a hand atop his head, but Malcolm does not retreat. He keeps his nose to the outline of my cock, dragging himself along its shape until he whimpers.

His fingers tighten around the edge of my trousers, but do not shift. He leaves them tucked there while he noses at my cock like a wild animal.

“Pisen,” I growl, fingers fisting his short hair, but Malcolm only whines as he starts licking. “Blessed Light…”

My heart slams itself against my ribs until they ache as I watch the treat between my legs lap hungrily. He does it in long, drawn-out licks, taking his time to savour each one.

The heat of his mouth is already divine, even as a tease. It is a promise of sin I wish to bathe in, and each lick ensures I never find absolution.

When his eyes find mine again, they’re half-lidded and overrun with desire. It tugs at my own, causing my cock to twitch through the silk on his tongue.

“Malcolm,” I grind out. I can not wait any longer.

“Just a little more,” he begs as he tucks his tongue between his lips and buries his face once more. “I am showing you that I’m sorry.”

It is muffled by my cock, but I doubt I would have heard him clearly even if it weren’t by the way he shifts forward on his knees. He is making more room for himself, but in doing so, he lets his back arch and pushes his bottom out.

Saliva pools in my mouth.

I stare unabashed, gripping his thick curls for perch alone as the threat of soiling my own silks suddenly becomes a very real danger.

Malcolm moans between my legs as if seeking just that. He releases all sorts of depraved sounds while he breathes me in, shifting his hips from side to side while he teases himself with my cock.

“When you choke on my cock after this, I hope you make the same sounds,” I rasp through my clenched teeth. “I want to hear them, pisen.”

Malcolm moans before he drags himself back and finally forces my trousers down. They barely pass my hips, even with my help, but it is enough to free my cock, and that is all my pisen needs.

Malcolm moans. It is a disastrously lewd sound, and one that I commit to memory alongside the sight of him opening those plump lips and wrapping them around my cock.

My throat strains as a groan scrapes out of my chest, and my eyes almost close, but I do not dare let them as I watch Malcolm swallow my length.

Malcolm was exquisite. Always. Handsome when he was not, but like this? With his grey eyes glowing with desire and as he wraps his hands around me and sucks?

“Ythene!” I moan as I thrust my hips upwards, and Malcolm swallows around me with a grateful purr.

I try to rein myself in, but his mouth is perfect. He sucks my length as though he is trying to claim my spirit, as if he does not already have his print on it.

He tightens his lips around my swollen head, dragging his tongue behind it, and then moans every time he delves down for more.

“Filthy pisen,” I hiss as he buries himself to the hilt.

Malcolm makes a gargled sound as he shifts his hips, and I can not help myself.

The hand not planted on his head grabs a fistful of his ass and tugs him to me.

“Ngh!” Malcolm scrapes out as I spread him apart.

It’s a delicious sight, one that leaves me leaking down his throat as I watch the way my fingers dig into his toned flesh, and how he so eagerly lets me.

Malcolm rocks himself forward, taking more of my cock before he shifts back, searching for more,

I know what he wants. Something inside of him.

It was a wonder he’d never had a warm cock inside with how constantly desperate he was for that insatiable hole of his to be stuffed.

I usually had no trouble doing so with my fingers or his, but if I was the one who was to spill first today, then I would have to restrain myself, and him.

That does not mean that I can not make it difficult for him, though.

Holding him over my twitching cock, I slip my fingers down his clothed crack before I grip his hole as tightly as I had his ass.

“Mahgh!” Malcolm moans, body jerking, and I already know he is close.

“You would spill before me?” I ask, voice rough with desire. “But I thought you were apologising, pisen?”

I drag my fingers up and over his hole, being forceful while he pants around my cock.

“Were you even sorry,” I tease as I thumb my finger over it, “or did you just want a mouth full of cock?”

Malcolm spills.

With a gargled cry and a stiffened spine, he spills within his trousers. It carries on for a long moment, long enough that he twitches all over while desperately clawing at my thighs.

It is glorious, and I relish every moment, waiting until I am sure it is finished before I drag myself back.

The second I spot the tears streaming down his stretched cheeks, I spill inside of them.

Malcolm whimpers and moans, swallowing deeply while curses far more profane than I had ever voiced slip from my lips.

They do not stop, nor does my release as I feel him swallow around me and watch his stretched lips continue to suck throughout it, because Malcolm truly was a filthy pisen.

When it is over, Malcolm slumps against my thigh, panting with my cock still lodged in his mouth, and I leave him there.

For a moment, I just stare at him. At the fast rise and fall of his wide chest, at the moisture clumping his lovely lashes, at the full-body twitches that come and go.

I soothe them with my touch, passing a gentle hand over his cheek and down his neck. I explore the cords of his muscles, for once not having to rein myself in.

I had wanted to do this in the morning, but it was hard enough allowing him to touch me, and allowing myself to enjoy it.

Settled and sated, Malcolm slowly lifts his head. I wait for him to let my cock slip from his lips, but he never does.

Malcolm slides his hands over my thighs, and with a wet, used mouth, he begins to suck.

My cock bucks in his mouth, hard still and hardening more as I watch the deviant suck, and suck, and suck.

“You are shameless,” I accuse, even as my breaths rasp out of me.

Malcolm peeks up at me, and his eyes shimmer, begging for more.

“You are depraved,” I pant, and he sucks harder. “Warped.” His fingers dig into my thighs. “Vulgar.”

I moan with him as I clutch his hands, a tremble starting beneath them as pleasure swells inside of me.

It is as unrelenting as his mouth, and I can already feel myself nearing another climax.

I stare at him and Malcolm stares back, refusing to look away from me.

“Mah-Malcolm!” His name breaks on my lips as I leak inside his mouth. “Mm! Just so, pisen. Make me spill, and I will give you what you need.”

Moaning, Malcolm works my cock fervently.

“I will strip you and stretch you,” I promise, and he whines. “I will. I will have you, Malcolm. Ngh! Blessed— Malcolm!”

My orgasm thieves the sound from my ears. A ringing starts and allows nothing but Malcolm’s lewd sounds through as satisfaction tumbles inside of me.

I cling to him as my breath clogs in my lungs, and I spill down his throat with a cry.

It is better than the first, and his cries promise the same for him too, as my mind melts and my soul with it.

I feel as though it goes on forever, and perhaps it does, because when I return to my senses, Malcolm is the one petting me this time while he presses gentle kisses to my thighs.

“Pisen,” I croak, and his eyes immediately find mine. I shudder. “That was… perfect.”

Malcolm preens, a sheen crossing his eyes, and by Ythene, how I want to keep it there forever. I want so much with him than our promised timeline allows, and even knowing that, I still want it all.

I still want him.

Tucking a finger under his chin, I lift his head as I lean in and slide my lips over his. I taste my release on his lips, and moan as he does. Malcolm quickly shuffles closer, offering his tongue along with the rest of him.

He does it thoughtlessly, as if I have earned his surrender already when nothing could be further from the truth. But I can not help but take it as I offer myself too, hoping selfishly that it is enough.

I gentle the kiss for him, savouring each of his soft whimpers until I part, though only by a breath.

“Time for you,” I whisper, and Malcolm makes a soft sound that makes me smile against him. “Oh, pisen. You deserve what comes next.”

I do not make him wait.

Moving faster than he is ready for, I stand and drag him up with me. Malcolm gasps, and then yelps as I push him down onto the lounger. He barely gets his hands beneath him by the time I am kneeling where he was and dragging the trousers over his ass.

Malcolm’s muscled ass and tight hole come into focus along with his thick, long cock and the stream of cum that isn’t already soaked into the fabric.

“You spilt again,” I note, and his cock twitches in response.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, too ashamed to meet my eyes as he says it, but that’s alright.

“Why?” I ask while I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth.

Malcolm shifts his hips, teasing me with his puckered hole. “Because,” he shifts again, “I have no control.”

“And why is that, Malcolm?” I reach between his legs and wrap my hand around his cock.

“Agh!” Malcolm moans as he bucks forward, but I stroke him even as he trembles, paying attention to every spasm of his lovely cock. “Aias!”

“You have a beautiful cock, Malcolm,” I tell him while I stroke him. “I will make you choke me with it after.”

Malcolm cries out and clings to the lounger while I fist his cock until precum leaks all over my fingers.

“You didn’t answer me, pisen,” I remind him calmly. “Why do you have no control?”

Malcolm’s thick balls tighten, squirming like the cock in my palm. “Because… I…I don’t know.”

“Oh there is no need to lie, Malcolm,” I whisper, kissing the back of his thigh reverently. “We’ve said it already. We both know that you are depraved,” I stroke him faster, “—vulgar—” tighter “—filthy.”

Malcolm is shaking now, all over, and on the verge of another release, but as much as I would love to watch that, I do have a modicum of self-control left.

“And so needy,” I groan before I pull my hand away, quashing the touch before he can spill.

“No! Oh Gods, no,” he whimpers, his body straining like a taunt bow while I lick between my fingers. I would never get enough. “A-Aias, please. Don’t stop. Please.”

Ignoring his pleas, I leave him to beg until he’s worked himself up into soft whimpers, loving each and every one, and when he’s on the verge of tears, I spread his ass and slide my tongue over his hole.

Malcolm’s cock spills between his shaking legs, but I ignore it and his strangled cry as I lap over his hole.

I groan over it as pleasure sinks beneath my veins. I spread him wider and wet his hole with the same devotion he paid to my cock.

“Ah-agh-Aias!” He moans, still spilling. “I-I’m—”

Perfect.

Sweet.

Sexy.

Shameless.

Gorgeous.

Everything I have ever wanted.

Malcolm does not finish, and I do not withdraw my tongue from him until his hole gives enough for me to work the tip of my tongue inside.

The sound he makes rattles the walls and my spirit, and I do not stop until I have to part for air.

The moment I do, I have my finger at his hole, tugging at the rim before my tongue is back to join.

“Gods, Aias! Don’t stop!” Malcolm sobs, working his hips for more. “D-Don’t stop!”

I oblige, working my tongue inside him until it aches.

“Ngh! Ah— F-Fuckkkk,” he soon blubbers. “Fuck me, Aias.” I don’t even have a finger in him. “Pleaseee.”

He does not know what he asks.

It is bad enough that I have claimed him so many times and in such indelicate ways— if I went to enter him, breed him so, he would be mine in more ways than in my dreams.

I give him my tongue instead.

I open Malcolm’s hole and do not relent until he can not keep himself up and is slumped over the lounger’s spine.

By the time I part from him, I have to wipe my chin to keep it from dripping.

Malcolm’s hole clenches against the open air. His cock twitches between his legs. He is wrecked, and I am nowhere close to finished.

Wetting my fingers with his cum, I make sure they are slick before I rise from my knees and drape myself over his back.

Malcolm arches immediately, offering himself to me. He is so ready for it. My sweet pisen. I press an apologetic kiss to his nape before sliding a single finger inside of him.

He cries out as it sinks inside with ease and shakes his head against mine. “More.”

I can not deny him.

I sink another in, and he moans, pleased, but still shakes his head. “More!”

“Adjust to the two first, pisen,” I pant, but he whines as he turns so that his nose presses against my cheek.

“I want you.”

My heart falters inside of me.

I do not dare breathe.

“I can not,” I rasp, and Malcolm sobs. Something within me cacks. “I can not, pisen. I will not stop if I do.”

Ever.

I would make him mine, and I would not be able to let him go, and that I could not do when my time in this realm already vowed to be finite.

“I want it to be you,” he cries, and my fingers still inside of him.

I close my eyes, panting against him as I try to block out the pain and desire that rise in tandem.

I wanted it to be me as well.

I wanted to be the one to have him in each and every way, because I would be the only one to truly treasure all there was to Malcolm.

I wanted to give him more, to be the one to give him all he wanted, but I could not.

“Malcolm,” I beg quietly. “Please.”

He quiets, and my heart shatters. I can feel his disappointment like a crushing weight, and it hurts.

“I am sorry,” I whisper, drawing back, but his hand catches my wrist, keeping me still.

“But… you want to?” He asks in a near-anguished whisper. “…you want me?”

I should be strung up.

I should be punished and tried for making him doubt, for him having to question what I have been fighting since I laid eyes on him.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes, I do, Malcolm. Desperately.”

I can not lie about that, not with such distress in his voice.

“Tell me,” he chokes out quietly.

I do not need clarification, but that does not mean that I should not do this. Admitting it aloud was dangerous and I had already done that, any more would be fatal. But Malcolm was begging when he never should, and I did not know how to keep it in any longer.

“I dream of it,” I whisper as I slowly shift my fingers inside of him. I find his button with ease and prod it to force a gasp from his lips. “In the day and in the night. When I see you, when you are like this, when you smile at me— I think of it, Malcolm.”

Malcolm lolls his head against mine, and I do not let him part as I keep us close. “What do you do?” He rasps quietly. “W-What do you do to me?”

“Stretch you properly for your first time,” I promise, spreading my fingers in demonstration. “Make you spill at least twice in the process.”

“Mhmm,” he hums, working his hips back.

“I would take my time making you sure you were ready, and once you were—” I slip my fingers from him and wet another before I work three inside. He gasps, and I kiss his cheek, “—then I would sink my cock inside of you.”

“A-Aias,” Malcolm whimpers as if it is my cock stretching him, and as we breathe together, I know that we are both imagining that it is.

“Slowly,” I promise as I do the same with my fingers. “With care. You deserve the care, Malcolm, and I would give it to you.”

“Please!” He whines, practically sobbing now.

Slipping my fingers in and out of him, I stretch him until his hole gives and whimpers puncture each of his breaths.

“I would be gentle with you all the way through. I would not be this rough— not the first time,” I promise as I pummel his hole, abusing it the way I know he loves.

Malcolm trembles beneath me, forcing his hips back as he chases his next orgasm.

“B-But after?” He asks, relentless. “The n-next time.”

It takes no thought at all to imagine.

“You would not be able to get away from me,” I growl as I sink my teeth into his flesh and his hole throbs around my fingers.

“Aias!”

“I would stretch you on my cock and fuck you until you tasted me on your tongue.”

Malcolm cries out as his hand flies up to my hair. He drags me to him and kisses me deeply while he fucks himself on my fingers.

“Tell me!” He begs against my lips, so close now.

“I would mount you like this and use your hole until all the cum in you kept me out,” I rasp, nipping his lips. “I would not leave your body, Malcolm. I would make you mine.”

Malcolm spills again, fingers yanking at my hair, lips plastered against mine as he breaks beneath me, but I do not let him fall.

I clutch him to me, keep my fingers buried inside of him, and lather him with kisses until he twists in my arms to return them.

We fall into one another, kissing and covered in each other’s scents and release.

He clings to me and me to him, and even though I resisted today, I know I will not be able to for much longer.

I want him too much, need him too desperately, and besides… we both know that he’s already mine.

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I feel like we’re on the precipe. like we’re dangling on the edge and are all about to fall with them

Thoughts??????

Thoughts on this chapter??? On the double update??? on all the new stuff we got to see????

I will say. Aias calls Malcolm all kinds of names but himm???? He’s a slut!!!! a depraved man-whore and I love him lmfaoooooo

I love love loveeee these two like my God they gel together so good!! I also lose it whenever they have their moments of pure intimate honesty! ugh love it

And from Aias’ POV it just hit better

Please leave any and all thoughts! Yall know I love to hear that!

THe next update won’t be for a little while cause I’m going to be working on extras and then a double update for OMEGA, but it shouldn’t be longer than 2 weeks!

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