Page 29 of Lovesick Gods

No. Mal was fine—he wasfine. Better than fine with his nemesis atop him. He just hoped Danny didn’t ask, though if he’d ever looked in depth through Mal’s police records, which he likely had, he already knew that most of Mal’s scars were from one man.

But Danny didn’t seem to care about the change in texture of scar tissue beneath his fingers. He wedged a knee between Mal’s legs, straddled his thigh, and ground forward.

“Shit, Sparky…slow down,” Mal gasped, gripping Danny by the shoulders and holding him in place. Danny’s face looked instantly betrayed, even angry. The last thing Mal wanted was for him to think he wasn’t interested. Rocking up against Danny with a languid roll of his hips, he reassured him, “Isn’t that what you promised me?Slow.”

Danny’s fierceness remained but the shade of anger vanished in favor of a crooked grin. “Yeah,” he said, bending to kiss Mal with an unhurried, deep probe of his tongue. “Yeah…” he said again, echoing the roll of Mal’s hips. “So slow, Ice Man. You have no idea. I’m gonna ruin you for everybody else.” Pupils blown when he pulled away, his eyes looked almost black. “No one will ever be as good as what I’m going to do to you.”

A fresh shiver swept through Mal’s body. “Promises, promises…”

Danny’s wicked grin was everything Mal had ever wanted of him—all his, in his bed, in his arms, no accompanying speech aboutgoodness. Seemed Zeus wanted to skirt the line of being bad instead.

Hands returning to pushing Mal’s sweater up his stomach, Danny didn’t yet attempt to remove it. Instead he kissed Mal low, just above his beltline, then trailed his tongue up to Mal’s navel and licked around the rim. He didn’t pause at the scars he encountered; he kissed or licked them all the same.

Danny moved to Mal’s nipple and bit down hard enough to make him hiss, then licked there too, a contrasting balm, before doing the same to the other side. Finally, he tugged the sweater from Mal’s arms, over his head, and tossed it away so he could better kiss Mal’s collarbone and neck.

Reaching for Danny’s hip, Mal found the edge of his T-shirt and sought out his soft, warm skin. His other hand pushed into Danny’s hair and tugged to urge him on.

Danny whined and bit down on Mal’s neck, licking at the mark left behind with unhurried swipes. “You can be rougher. I won’t break.”

“Fuck, Sparky…Imight,” Mal said. Tugging the ginger hair harder as Danny moved to lick his ear, Mal felt Danny’s hand travel down to rediscover the wet trails he’d left behind on his way up.

Still, Mal didn’t pull too hard; Danny didn’t know what he was asking. Something must have happened to trigger this, to bring him to Mal’s door a night early, desperate and greedy for it. Mal wondered what it was, but he wasn’t about to ask now. Turning his head to kiss Danny, he missed his lips as Danny scooted down the bed again.

“Oh, you’ll break. But in such a slow, sweet way. Just you wait.”

Quivering in anticipation, Mal spread his legs wider even. Danny started to undo his jeans. They were tighter than the slacks he’d worn yesterday, so the relief once Danny tugged them down his hips made Mal sigh in pleasure. As soon as the jeans hit the floor, Danny palmed him through his underwear.

“Is this why you’re always so confident?”

Mal grunted. “It helps.” His confidence didn’t much matter though when he had trouble getting anyone into his bed, let alone keeping them there. Hazard of the trade; no one worth keeping wanted to fuck a criminal.

Danny laughed and it was a lovely, dark sound. Mal didn’t think a giggle from Danny Grant could be so devious. “Before we get too far,” he said, “lube? Condoms? We’re definitely going to put both to good use.”

Yes, they were. “At your leisure.” Mal gestured at the nightstand.

Nodding once, Danny swooped down to mouth Mal through his underwear. His mouth was so hot. Sucking up along Mal from the base, when he got to the tip, Mal’s own wetness had already soaked through. Danny sucked there just as greedily.

“Your…talents…have been going to waste playing hero,” Mal said. “You look good down there, Sparky.”

“If you’re impressed already,” Danny fluttered his eyes up at him, “then you’re in for some surprises.”

Oh, Mal was counting on it. Hands staying mostly limp at his sides, he was enraptured by the sight of what Danny was doing to him. He lifted his hips when Danny finally moved to rid him of his underwear and chucked them over his shoulder with another wide grin.

The amorous hero had Mal naked on his own bed, and he hadn’t even undressed a shred of clothing himself yet. He’d barely removed his shoes, but Mal saw them, kicked to the floor off the bed. He figured he could forgive Danny that slight, just this once.

When Danny descended between his thighs, Mal tangled his fingers in the foof of red hair again. Having Zeus between his legs made all of this worth it.

Eventually, Danny pulled off of him with one long lick. Sitting up on his knees, he gripped the bottom of his T-shirt, pulling it up inch by inch and eventually flinging it into the abyss of the room. Mal wanted to touch every one of those lean, taut muscles.

He reached for Danny, but the hero ducked between his legs again. Nipping at Mal’s inner thigh, he licked. Bit harder.Sucked. Mal wanted more of that treatmentelsewhere. But Danny did the same to his other thigh. Then licked and sucked his way down,down…

“F-Fuck…”

“Told you. I’m gonna take. You.Apart.”

Another long lick from underside to tip. Danny hovered, lips parted, eyes flicking up to meet Mal’s. Then the little shit crawled up and across Mal to reach for the nightstand drawer, dragging the jeans he still wore across Mal’s wet and over-sensitized skin. Mal hissed, pressing his head into the mattress. Feeling his skin prickle with goosebumps, he willed his powers to stay calm.

Danny returned with the supplies, grinning impishly and eyeing Mal’s naked body like he was ready to devour him whole. “Roll onto your side.”

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