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Riddle's mouth was sweet; Malleus had never enjoyed sugar, but he felt he might have found another one of his few exemptions to that rule. Even just this small taste of the omega was enough to make Malleus want to sink his claws into Riddle and never let him go.
Malleus was aware that it was most likely expected of him to take charge; to take control. Malleus had promised Riddle that Malleus would help him, and Malleus couldn't help but feel inept at the fact that he had yet to do anything to actually help Riddle besides bring Riddle back to Malleus's own room.
Malleus tried to take control of the kiss, but Riddle didn't allow it. Riddle easily controlled the kiss, both of their movements clumsy and messy. Their teeth clacked against each other, their tongues slipping haphazardly together in a honest but juvenile attempt at a proper rhythm.
Malleus felt like his own fire was burning him up from the inside out; Malleus had never felt like this before and found himself in one of the rare moments in his life that left him lost for words. Malleus had always been disgusted by depictions of kissing; but he found he now understood the appeal as their tongues twisted together.
The sensation reminded Malleus of the way the few romance books he had managed to sneak out of the royal library spoke about traditional courting flights; an experience Malleus had been sure he would never get to experience even an imitation of as one of the few true-blooded dragons that remained.
The feeling of someone grabbing onto him as tightly as he wanted to hold onto them was a foreign one. It made Malleus' chest burn; the aching fire of desperation and want that always lingered in his chest blazed as it sought to burn with someone who acted like they wanted to hoard him just as much as he wanted to hoard them.
Malleus couldn't take his eyes off of Riddle. Malleus' couldn't help the instinct to let his body go lax as Riddle's gray eyes pierced his soul. Malleus felt like he couldn't move even if he wanted to as Riddle moved to straddle him. Malleus wished that he could tell what was going on in Riddle's eyes, the dragon unable to understand the look on Riddle's flushed face.
As Riddle broke the kiss Malleus felt adrift, enchanted by the red-head looming over him. Riddle hungrily took in air, left completely breathless. Malleus's thumb traced gently across Riddle's face, wiping gently away the stray tear that ran down Riddle's face.
What a shame, I wish I could bottle this tear up and keep it forever, Malleus thought. He was completely aware was such a thought that would probably get a comment from Leona about him being a creep, but at that moment he didn't care.
Riddle finally slipped off his plaid, night robe; the robe slowly slipped off Riddle's shoulders, falling down around them leaving Riddle nude. Malleus found himself sharply broken out of his pondering at the sight of Riddle's bare body in front of him. Malleus couldn't help but stare, the air feeling as if it had been punched right out of him.
Malleus didn't know what he had been thinking when he had offered to help the omega with his heat, or even if he had thought past their kiss until now with Riddle's nude form holding him against the bed. Malleus had never felt so weak as Riddle's grip tightened to a grip that would have bruised mortal flesh. Malleus found that he didn't hate the feeling of weakness as much as he always imagined that he would.
Malleus's hands twitched, the urge to let his draconic instincts take control itching at him. Malleus had never really thought what it would be like to share a bed with an omega through their heat, but now Malleus could recognize the aching need of his own stirring rut. The feeling rose tempestuously in his stomach as the affect of Riddle's heat on himself became something he could no longer deny.
Malleus wondered absently if he had been doomed to find himself just like this the second he had caught that sugary, strawberry scent in the air.
Malleus's fingers twitched, his magic unraveling his own clothes quicker than was probably safe for the garment's integrity. The second the feeling of Riddle's bare skin against his own hit Malleus, it felt like he had been drugged.
Malleus couldn't help but trace his fingers against the soft skin, the omega glaring down at him with some kind of thinly veiled emotion that Malleus wished he was emotionally intelligent to decipher.
Malleus' hands moved on instinct more than conscious thought, moving towards Riddle's rear. Even though Malleus couldn't understand the urge, but he felt the urge to reach out and squeeze Riddle's ass. Malleus' hands reached out, almost feeling like he was mesmerized as he gently kneaded the plush flesh.
Riddle slapped Malleus' hand away, Malleus quickly withdrawing his hand.
Malleus held his hand to his chest, the strike seeming to have stung him more than he had expected just from the sheer unexpected shock of it.
Malleus found himself… perplexed. He wasn't fully sure what he had done to displease Riddle, or why Riddle's face had lit up so brightly. Malleus had long ago learned when Riddle's face turned red, it usually meant a wrathful outburst was imminent from the tiny house warden.
Malleus instinctively tilted his head away as he braced his ears for Riddle's shouting.
Riddle grabbed Malleus's face, jerking Malleus head up so that Malleus couldn't look away from him. "I think you've misunderstood something here; you're mistaken if you think I'm going to let you be the one who gets to put it in," Riddle growled, his grip on Malleus's face tightening. Malleus cocked his head to the side,his mouth down-turning into a confused frown.
The red in Riddle's face softened, Riddle's head jerking away as the eye contact that they had been holding the entire time finally broke. Riddle's Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, his face tightening. "You know… you're…" Riddle paused, his face souring as if he was pained by the words coming out of his own mouth. "Your penis! I may be an omega, but I don't want your penis in me!"
Malleus let out a rumbling chuckle, the slow creep of his responding rut urging him to taunt the omega pinning him down to see how far Riddle would take it. "Okay. Do you want to put your penis in me?"
Riddle's face turned a furious red, the omega spluttering like a piping tea cup. "You can't just suggest something like that! How could you be so crass?!"
Malleus stared back up at Riddle in confusion. Sure, Malleus wasn't the most up to date on mortal mating customs, but they were both nude at this point. "You are in heat. We are both nude and you are on top of me. I have offered you my full assistance. Whatever you need from me, you only need to ask."
"J- Just shut up! Have you no sense of decency?!" Riddle snapped. Riddle's face burned in embarrassment, and he quickly pulled Malleus' face against his in a not subtle attempt at shutting Malleus up.
Their teeth painfully clashed again, but Riddle seemed to be more focused on getting Malleus to shut up before the fae could accidentally say anything mortifying again. Malleus couldn't help but grin through the kiss, finding Riddle's reaction almost… cute. Malleus indulged Riddle's kiss, opening up his mouth with an eagerness he didn't bother to conceal.
As their kiss broke again so Riddle could breathe, Malleus grinned up at Riddle. Malleus' sharp fangs glinted in the candlelight that lit his room, the sight sending a shiver up Riddle's spine.
"I've been told I'm severely lacking in any kind of sense of such matters. My offer still does stand, I offered to help you. You can just take from me what you need. There's no need to hesitate, it's just us here," Malleus said, leaning up to whisper his words in Riddle's ear.
Riddle immediately scowled, sensing the taunt in Malleus' words. "If that's what you wish," Riddle hissed.
Riddle reached down between Malleus' legs, tugging on his magic to coat his fingers in what could only be described as thick water as a makeshift lube as he slipped a finger past the Malleus' rim unceremoniously. Malleus gasped, his eyes widening at the foreign sensation.
The feeling wasn't as painful as Malleus has expected it would be, the stretch around his rim stinging but not overly painful.
Malleus suspected that it might hurt a lot more if it wasn't for whatever make-shift lube Riddle had summoned, but as it stood it wasn't the worst feeling that Malleus had ever experienced.
"Rid- Rose-" Malleus choked out, his head falling back with an embarrassing keen as Riddle started to move his finger, stirring Malleus's guts up until his entire body was rigid and taught with the feeling.
Malleus couldn't understand how a single finger could bring rise to such strong emotions.
"I thought you said I could take what I need, I'm just getting you ready," Riddle snarked. "What? You think just because I'm in heat I've turned into some mindless sex-crazed beast?"
Riddle slipped another finger in, Malleus's rim stretching open with an embarrassing squelch to fit the added intruder to his nethers. "No. I will have control. The rules must be followed, no matter the circumstances! Before we begin you must be thoroughly prepared."
The familiar fanatical edge entered Riddle's eyes like a blazing star, his fingers moving from a gentle rock to a pounding force that kept Malleus from further speaking as he clenched his teeth in an attempt to smother the noises the growing noises that brought a flush to Malleus' face and brought an end to his rut-fueled attempt at being coy.
It felt like a small eternity, and the addition of two more imploring fingers before Riddle seemed satisfied with the give of Malleus' muscles. Malleus felt an unexpected pain when Riddle pulled his fingers out, the eternal fire in his heart blazing so temperamentally at the unexpected removal it felt like Malleus' chest was on fire.
Malleus' hand shot out unbidden, grabbing onto Riddle's forearm and trying to push his fingers back in to regain that feeling that had just been denied to him. Riddle cruelly pulled his arm free, landing a hard swat to Malleus' thigh in reprimand that left his eyes watery with frustration.
Malleus found his hands pinned around his heads. Riddle loomed over him a feral look in his eyes that made Malleus gulp and tales of omegas in heat ripping the throats of their partners out with their bare teeth unhelpfully filling his head.
Malleus knew consciously that there wasn't much the smaller man could realistically do to a dragon like him, but his rut-heightened instincts cringed, feeling him with a sour feeling at upsetting his treasure.
"Rid- uck!" Malleus began, trying to apologize for his forceful action. His words were cut off with a strangled sound, Malleus glad for all of Riddle's insistence on preparation as the unfamiliar feeling of another's flesh pushed past his ring of muscles.
Malleus couldn't help his strangled whimper, his claws sinking into the flesh of the back of the man above him. "Riddle!"Malleus felt faint as the Riddle took the exclamation as permission to move.
Riddle slowly rocked back and forth as he drew sounds out of Malleus that made him feel like he was being played like one of his violins. Malleus distantly noted the mortifying and undignified sounds leaking past his lips, but the slow drag of of pulsing flesh through his insides left him too distracted to care much about decorum.
Malleus' hips bucked, seeking again the hard, unrelenting thrusts from before. Riddle reward his movement with a stern swat to his rear. The swat made the muscles in Malleus' ass tense and drew out a choked sound from both men at the tightened grip on Riddle's cock.
Riddle growled, his teeth nipping at Malleus' shoulder as he finally obliged and quickened the pace. Malleus melted into the bed, each push and pull on his insides leaving his body feeling both taught and stretched out.
Malleus couldn't help but look up, entranced by the breathtaking expression on Riddle's face. Riddle's face was red, his eyes mad with heat. His red locks stuck to his face with sweat.
Riddle's surprising muscle tone from his equestrian activities were on full display, the sight pleasing something deep and dark within Malleus. As Malleus looked up at Riddle as if in a trance it felt like something old and not entirely him was whispering in his ear a worthy one. must keep the worthy one. mine.
Malleus suddenly let out a sound that could most politely be described as a squeal as whatever he had been thinking was cut off as his mind was suddenly set asunder.
Riddle's next thrust hit something in Malleus, evoking a feeling so all consuming Malleus was worried he might actually be on fire. Malleus could hear something vaguely shattering as a result of whatever burst out of him, the sound covered by the deep groan that slipped out of Riddle as Malleus's muscles tightened more than Malleus was aware that they could.
It felt like his insides burst as Riddle pressed into whatever nerve it caught on, a moment of panic filling Malleus that he was dying before he found thoughts lost to himself as something sticking hit the underside of his chin, a wet, goopy substance splattering across his chest. Malleus felt a similar liquid burst into his insides from Riddle's dick.
Malleus felt a bone-deep contentment fill him, his instincts purring at him with self-satisfaction of a job well done in a way they had never done before. Malleus blinked, his eyes feeling weight and a heavy drowsiness settling over him. Malleus' eyes fluttered, a sudden yearning to see if Riddle felt the same as him.
Malleus mewled softly, loosing the fight as his eyes closed. His head drooped against his pillow, a sudden but pleasant exhaustion dragging him into slumber denying him the chance to gaze more upon his treasure's face.