“You like it dirty, Daddy?” Vincent smirked, turning his head so he could kiss along Mal’s jawline and down his neck. Every hot word was a sinful caress against Mal’s skin, like what they were doing was too dirty to be spoken of at full volume. “You want me to knock you up?”
“Yes,” Mal pleaded. His body stiffened, then slumped back against the door, like he wasn’t sure how to act or feel. “Do it, baby. Knock me up right now.”
Sex had never appealed to Vincent as much as it did when he heard Mal beg him for it. He let out a breath through his mouth, but it came out noisily, almost like a growl. He buried the sound against Mal’s shoulder, then slid his hand into the scant space between their bodies and wrenched Mal’s belt open. Mal made another airy sound of contentment and shifted his hips from side to side, but by that time, Vincent had already abandoned his belt and had moved on to his fly. He thumbed the button open, then tugged Mal’s fly down and pushed his pants to his thighs. Through the thin material of Mal’s boxer-briefs, he gripped Mal’s shaft, stroking, teasing… the scent of Mal’s slick, brought on by his fertility treatment, rose to greet Vincent’s nostrils. It made him shiver with anticipation.
“Naughty,” Vincent whispered. He gripped Mal’s cock a little more tightly, his hand working in teasing movements against Mal’s briefs. “Day one of your treatment and you’re already dripping wet. If I put it inside you, you’re going to go into heat, aren’t you? You’re already most of the way there.”
Mal sounded starved for breath. He bucked into Vincent’s hand, every bit as needy as he’d been their first night together. Vincent nipped his shoulder, then kissed his way up his neck and along his jaw until he was lip to lip with Mal again. Mal kissed him desperately, and Vincent kissed back.
This was right. This was what he’d needed.
And by the looks of it, it was what Mal needed, too.
Before the kiss could break, Vincent tugged Mal’s briefs down and let his fingers trace along his uncovered shaft. Mal’s cock was painfully hard, and Vincent humored him by wrapping his hand around his length and stroking steadily, expectantly. Mal moaned into his mouth and shifted his thighs. Fabric crumpled as it hit the ground. There was a click as the bottom of Mal’s hard dress shoes tumbled to the floor. Only then did Vincent realize what was happening—Mal was stripping for him, stepping out of his clothes and kicking off his shoes.
He was naked from the waist down now.
Waiting. Ready.
Trembling in anticipation, Vincent abandoned Mal’s cock to tug his own belt open. His eager fingers struggled momentarily with the button of his fly, but ultimately came away victorious. Still trembling from excitement, he tugged his pants—and the boxer-briefs beneath them—down his thighs. Then, relying on the strength he’d worked to gain since his transition, he lifted Mal from where he was standing.
The kiss broke. Mal gasped and locked his arms around Vincent, then did what Vincent was hoping for—he wrapped his thighs over Vincent’s hips and brought their bodies together. Vincent’s dick, rigid and ready, met Mal’s taint, found his slick, then pushed into Mal without warning. With a solid thrust, Vincent sank in deep, pushing Mal up against the door as he did it.
“Fuck me,” Mal ordered frantically as Vincent shoved himself deep into his body. His voice trembled, but despite the uncertainty, his words were confident. “Fuck your Daddy against the door, baby. Fill me with your big cock and make me come.”
“Oh, fuck,” Vincent gasped. The door bore some of Mal’s weight for him, allowing him to buck his hips and sink in again and again. Instinct had taken over—all he wanted to do was fill, plunder,breed.The door rattled in its frame with every thrust, and Vincent was sure Mal’s neighbors could hear, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. A part of him, delightfully savage,wantedthem to hear.
Mal was his.
His.
Vincent wanted them all to know it.
“Fuck me,” Mal uttered. His body clenched around Vincent’s, and Vincent took full advantage, fucking Mal against the door faster than before. “Fuck me,fuck me,baby! Put it inside. Put it all inside!”
“I’m going to put it all inside you, Daddy,” Vincent uttered, ever obedient. He nipped Mal’s neck, then bucked a few times forcefully so Mal felt the cock about to breed him. “I’m going to knock you up.”
The muscles in Vincent’s arms strained, and his thighs protested their workload. His cock, however, begged for more, and he kept thrusting into Mal, stretching him open and searching deeper. He needed to come. He needed to know his seed was planted in Mal, filling him, sending his body into frenzy. He needed Mal to scream his name, roll his hips, and come for him.
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“Here it comes,” Vincent uttered. He pushed up into Mal, unwilling to stop or hold back. “Gonna…”
Mal gasped, his body squeezing around Vincent’s like a vise. Vincent groaned. Orgasm came all at once, drying his balls and flooding his cock. He pulsed into Mal, giving him what they both wanted. Then, depleted, he slouched forward, letting Mal’s legs fall while he kept his torso pinned to the door.
“Vincent,” Mal gasped. Their bodies parted, unable to stay together thanks to their position and the absence of Vincent’s knot. “God…”
“Was it okay?” Vincent asked. He’d run himself ragged, but the experience had been worth it. “I didn’t push too far, did I? I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable?”
“No.” Mal grabbed his wrist and guided his hand between their bodies. He led Vincent to trace his fingers along his stomach, and Vincent felt wetness there. “I came. I came so hard.”
“Good.” Vincent barked a quiet laugh. “If you give me ten minutes, I can knock you up again… preferably somewhere mm!—”
Mid-sentence, Mal claimed his lips in a stunning kiss that did away with Vincent’s exhaustion and made him wish he was a teenager again, if only for the stamina. Mal’s fingers curled into the front of his shirt before pushing Vincent away, sending him staggering a few paces back into the living room. Bleary-eyed, Vincent took a second to blink away his confusion. By the time his vision had cleared, Mal had already approached and taken him by the hand. There was fire in his eyes that hadn’t been extinguished by their first session together.
“When do you have to be home for Nikki?” Mal asked as he led Vincent through the darkened apartment.
Vincent followed him blindly. “Ten or eleven. She’s with Laurence.”
