Mal was more than happy to give it to him.
36
Mal
“Twelve weeks?” The front door to Mal’s apartment was barely closed when Mal pushed Vincent against it, memories of their first night together after Vincent’s move to Aurora fresh in his mind. “You were saying that to tease me, right? Twelve weeks is alongtime.”
“I know.” Vincent grinned. His hand slipped around Mal’s waist and tugged him close. The way he spoke, voice a dark temptation, made Mal itch for more. “It’s an impossibly long time, isn’t it?”
“You can’t… you can’t send me texts like you did this afternoon if we have to wait twelve weeks.” Their groins met, and Mal had to hold back a shiver as the sensation of Vincent’s erection brought his own to life. “It’s not fair. I’m not allowed to come…”
“I know.” Even though Vincent was the one pinned to the wall, his tone of voice was cool, collected, and in control. With a tilt of his head, he dragged his top teeth across Mal’s earlobe, and Mal had to bite back a moan that couldn’t be.
They weren’t supposed to be playing. Not now.
Not when Mal couldn’t come.
“You can’t,” Mal protested, but his voice was as weak as his will. They were supposed to be keeping it PG-13. “I want you too much.”
“And I want you, too.” Vincent’s hands found the rounds of Mal’s ass. He squeezed through the sweatpants Mal had changed into upon coming home, and Mal was helpless but to push back against him, wanting more of what he couldn’t have. “As long as you don’t come, we can still play. Whether it’s two weeks or twelve, it doesn’t matter.”
Itdidmatter. Mal gasped dryly against Vincent’s shoulder, and his hips took up a slow, guilty rock that brought his hardened cock in contact with Vincent’s over and over again.
If he couldn’t come, everything he felt now would amplify. Day by day, the passion coiling in his gut would clench tighter, grow stronger, until it gained enough force to overpower him.
“And if you think you might not be able to handle it,” Vincent whispered, his voice merely a hint against Mal’s earlobe, “then I have something that will help remind you not to come. Doctor approved.”
Like chocolate sheared from a block, the curl in Vincent’s voice was rich and sweet. It melted on the back of Mal’s tongue and tempted him to taste more. “What is it?”
“This.”
Vincent lifted his unoccupied hand. In it was a box, small enough that he could grip it in one hand, but large enough to contain a small steel device. In shock, Mal looked from the box to Vincent, then back at the box. “A cock cage?”
“For the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen,” Vincent murmured. He kissed the corner of Mal’s mouth, his voice sinful. “The one that’s not allowed to come for the next twelve weeks.”
“No,” Mal uttered, his intention shock, not refusal. “You… you want me to…”
“I want you to put it on, Daddy.” Another kiss landed on the corner of Mal’s lips. He opened his mouth to accommodate it, but Vincent had already moved on. “Doctor’s orders. Will you do it for me?”
Previously, Mal had worried about his passion clenching in his gut until it became an unstoppable force, but he’d ignored a much more immediate threat—what lust would do to his heart. The wild beat of his pulse was every bit as dangerous as the tension growing in his balls and the pressure of Vincent’s body against his own.
But he couldn’t come.
Wouldn’t come.
Even if he wanted Vincent more than he ever had before.
“I’ll do it,” Mal whispered. His voice shook, but his determination was steadfast. “I’ll put it on for you, baby, if it makes you happy. Will it make you happy?”
“Very much.”
It was all Mal needed to know. He unlatched his arms from around Vincent’s neck and took the box while his heart raced and his balls begged him to come. If this was what Vincent wanted—if this was what would make him happy—Mal would do it. Vincent’s happiness and care equated his own.
The small world they’d shaped together—the destination at the conclusion of two unconventional paths—had become one of the most precious things in Mal’s life.
“Will you show me how to put it on?” Mal asked.
Hand now free of the box, Vincent wove their fingers together.
