Page 93 of Lovesick Titan

Danny’s cheeks were flush with color, pupils blown as he looked down at Mal with a heave of his chest and craving in his eyes. Mal dragged Danny’s underwear the rest of the way off, hooked both arms beneath Danny’s knees, and rocked him back to bend him in half—like he’d wanted him when all of this started.

Licking down beneath Danny, lower and lower still, when he reached the tender spot between velvety and puckered skin, Danny’s entire body trembled with jolts of electricity.

“Yo, Danny!” A knock came at the door. “Still awake?”

“Don’t come in!” Danny yelped as Mal’s eyes snapped wide at Andre’s voice.

“What? Why?”

“I will shave your head if you open that door, Andre, I swear!”

“Dude,” Andre called back, offended. “What’s the deal? I just wanted to make sure you were…” He trailed, paused, and when he spoke again, his voice had fallen to an anxious whisper. “Is Cho in there with you?”

“Yes,” Mal growled back.

“Sorry! Have a good night!”

Danny groaned into his laughter, and Mal couldn’t help the sputter of amusement that left him too, which he rumbled into a kiss against Danny’s thigh. They’d had enough interruptions. Too many. But never again.

“I am icing his underwear in the morning,” Mal said.

“As long as he’s not wearing them at the time,” Danny snorted, “but if he asks, I was against the idea.”

“Traitor.”

“Wouldn’t you call that being prudent?”

“Hmm, no time for discreet behavior at the moment,” Mal said, hoisting Danny’s hips higher. “I promised you a kiss.”

And oh the noise Danny made when Mal ducked his head and slipped his tongue inside with a smooth lick. If Andre was dawdling outside the door, he definitely heard that.

Danny was already so open, so pliant, like all the tension finally able to ease out of his body had left him more relaxed than he’d been in weeks. It made it easy for Mal to kiss his way inside until his tongue couldn’t delve any further. Danny sparked around him, sensitive tonight and easily set to discharges of yellow light, so Mal twirled his tongue in an unhurried circle.

“Mal…” Danny mewled.

“Lots to make up for, Sparky. Let’s see how much noise I can wring out of you.” Running his hands up the back of Danny’s thighs, Mal slipped inside again as one hand trailed the tips of its fingers around to seek out Danny’s length.

Needy pants and moans poured from his lips at the blend of sensations. Mal had no idea how thin the walls were between rooms, but since Danny was at the end of the hall, the only room next to them was Dom’s. She could listen all she wanted.

“You got any snacks in here?” Mal blew cool air on Danny’s skin when he paused for breath.

“Wha…? Yes. Why?”

“You’re gonna need the calories after I’m through with you.”

Danny groaned at the increase in pressure and speed of the in-tune pumps of Mal’s hand and renewed thrusts of his tongue. “Mal, I’m…I’m gonna…”

“Give in, Sparky. You can have two tonight, I know you can.” He licked Danny intimately and increased the speed of his hand. “Just tell me, do you want my tongue when you finish or my mouth?”

Danny took a moment to process what Mal meant. “Mouth. I want your mouth on me. Please.”

Done, Mal complied, licking his way back up Danny’s length and bobbing down to take him in just as the hand that had been stroking Danny drifted damp fingers to where his mouth had been. Danny was wet and open now—a single finger slid in smoothly, causing a gasp to leave him when he came and went limp in the aftermath as Mal pulled off with a loving swirl of his tongue.

“Fuck.”

“Mmm…I’d certainly like to get there,” Mal said, devouring the sight of a debauched Danny Grant as much as he’d devoured him with his mouth. He glanced around the supply closet with a frown while Danny caught his breath. “Speaking of, you don’t happen to have—”

“Wallet. In my wallet.”

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