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Nayuta had figured it would be a minor problem that he could ignore.
He hadn’t realized how wrong he was.
At first it starts with intense looks that he could disregard, followed by an evasive duck down a corridor if he so happened to walk down it, leaving him to catch the tail ends of burnt silk and the whiff of fire.
Malim, he comes to find out, is avoiding him.
Which honestly shouldn’t be a problem, it meant less nagging and whining…if it wasn’t for Altus and his ridiculous sympathetic nature.
“I’m worried,” is what the dumb oni says to him after they’ve retired for the evening, where the beast of a man has assumed he has a right to enter Nayuta’s room and make himself comfortable in his bed. “Malim is acting different.”
“Good,” Nayuta grumbles. “At least he’s stopped asking me to raise the temperature all the time and learned to deal with it. Now if only you would get the hint and leave me alone.”
He stacks pillows down the center of the bed in an attempt to create a barrier between them.
It doesn’t hold up to the grabby hands that slide over it and drag him closer.
Nayuta goes unwillingly, grumbling as his back is pressed tight up against the ridiculous chest of the oni.
“But isn’t it fun to have someone always coming to you, asking for your benevolence?” Altus inquires, voice deep and rumbling as he nuzzles his nose behind Nayuta’s ear. “Him, looking up at you, on the edge of tears from frustration?”
“More like he whines and bitches,” Nayuta grouses, trying to shove an elbow into the soft part of the oni’s stomach, and is rewarded with a rich laugh when it hits solid muscle that doesn’t give way. “Whining isn’t cute.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very. Now shut up and go to sleep.”
Sleep, he comes to find, that does not come easily, not when the annoying and persistent image of Malim is there every time he closes his eyes. Pouting, demanding, sardonic – the usual Malim. But his mind is a fickle, horrible thing, as all those usuals become unusual, as the pout melts into desperate whines and broken whimpers, demands turning into begging.
The usual heat he feels from the consternation of dealing with Malim has turned into another type of heat that settles low in his belly, burning pleasantly but unwantedly.
Arousal, he catalogues when he wakes up, hair mussed and face automatically scrunched up. He has to pinch the top of Altus’s hand to gain freedom, the slumbering beast a nuisance that still clings to him.
Malim, he thinks as he slides from the bed. Silly little Malim, who craves attention from those long years of imprisonment. It should be childlike and off-putting, but Malim has the unfortunate luck of possessing a body built for sin and a mouth that looks like it could easily beg if prodded hard enough.
The annoying thought nags him enough that he knows he has to do something about it.
When he’s thankfully alone in his own quarters hours later, his own work done for the day, he finally starts to think about how to fix all this. Not that he wants to, but because he has to, because he’s personally tired of seeing the about face Malim does any time they happen to be in the same vicinity.
Taking a seat, he leans back to inspect the ship’s screens. “Ship, show me Malim.”
“Malim is currently engaged in a private affair, and I advise that—”
“I don’t care,” he snaps. “My ship, my rules. There is no privacy if I’m checking on the wellbeing of a passenger. Now show me Malim.”
The ship hums, a moment or two passing before it says, “Understood.”
When the screen flickers to life, Nayuta understands what the ship had meant by a private affair pretty quickly.
It’s early morning, much too early to be in the shower and exploring your body with inquisitive fingers.
Nayuta will never admit it, but Malim is rather…pleasing to look at. Lean and muscled, with an indecently sized waist that could probably fit in his hands if he tried hard enough. A bite-sized little morsel that is so desperate to be devoured, and Nayuta might not mind taking a bite or two…or three.
Now, Nayuta could approach this from a position of disinterest if he wanted, but as he watches the silly little genie touch himself in what he had thought was the privacy of his room, he comes to realize he can’t. Not when he remembers the taste of the mouth under his, how quickly Malim was ready to submit under his touch.
The memory alone sparks something deep in Nayuta’s gut that he tries to ignore.
…he wonders how quick Malim would fall to his knees if commanded to.
Shit, he thinks as he sighs, pressing a hand to his forehead as he catalogues his reaction as arousal.
He already had one pain in the ass to deal with.
But two?
He isn’t paid enough nor has enough tolerance to think about that juggling act.
But…
He can picture it – pushing that wet body against the wall of the shower, running his fingers over the delicate muscles and the throbbing length that hangs between the genie’s legs. His mouth nipping between delicate and rough at the cartilage of an ear, horrible little words on his tongue that would make the smaller man flush and gasp and beg and cry—
Nayuta has to stop to swallow the excessive amount of saliva in his mouth, the tang of his venom burning his throat. A waste, a part of him hisses. A waste for it not to be injected into a pliant neck.
And Malim…would be so much more tolerable when he was weak from the slight paralytic effect that would leave him fully reliant on Nayuta.
The thought should not make a shiver of something echo down his spine that he refuses to name, because acknowledging it would mean there was something at all. It was a simple physiological function, stimulated by the obscene imagery. He was a healthy male after all.
It meant nothing.
…at least, that’s what he tells himself as he continues to watch.
It’s engrossing, so much so that he doesn’t hear his door open.
“And what are you watching?” a husky voice breathes into his ear, strong arms draping over his shoulders as Altus leans his cheek against Nayuta's hair, ever smiling face looking at the screen.
Nayuta doesn’t jump, but he does snarl as his hand reaches out to stop the live feed.
A hand on his wrist keeps him from completing that task.
“Why so flushed?” Altus asks, the amusement in his tone edged with something dark. “Does watching him please you?”
“It’s invading his privacy,” Nayuta hisses, even if he hadn’t cared originally, and the irony is not lost on him. He tugs at his wrist as he stands. “Let me go.”
“Aw, but it’s just getting to the good part.”
On screen, Malim parts his legs and slides his fingers up between his thighs. With his face pressed to the tiled wall, it gives a beautiful view of his back. Leanly muscled, water flowing down the definition, highlighting the fact he rubs at the hidden furled muscle between the cheeks of his ass.
“Ship, close feed–”
“Ship, ignore him,” Altus cuts in, and when Nayuta turns his head to level at him a betrayed and shocked glare, he continues. “Turn volume up.”
“Of course, Master Altus.”
Nayuta automatically opens his mouth to repeat his command, but it comes out as a sharp gasp as he feels the erection of the oni grind up into the valley of his ass with purpose.
“He’s so pretty and petite,” Altus continues, pulling him close so that the oni can lay his chin over his shoulder as his eyes watch the display before them. “Do you want him?”
“I don’t even want you.” Nayuta sneers, turning his head away from the questing kiss. “What makes you think I need another bratty bitch in my life?”
“Because you like taming them,” is the simple answer, which is quickly followed with a more amused, “Hey, I’m not a brat.”
“You're an annoyance.” With the lewd sounds of Malim fucking his fingers up into his body, Nayuta turns to face Altus. His blackened fingers reach up to tangle in the back of the oni’s hair, holding it punishingly as he brings that smiling face down to his snarl. “Just like Malim.”
The kiss is all heat, Altus malleable under the bite of his teeth.
A distraction, he thinks, so that he could pull Altus away from the sight of wet skin and flushed cheeks. So he allows the thick tongue to lick into his mouth, playing over the dangerous sharpness of his teeth.
And just when he thinks he has won, that Altus is sufficiently distracted, the stupid idiot pulls away to murmur deliciously idiotically against his mouth, “I want to see you two together.”
Nayuta pulls away, incredulous.
“What?” he hisses, eyes narrowing at the low rumble of Altus’s chuckle.
But the arms around his waist tighten, keeping him close.
“I want to see you two together,” Altus repeats. When he leans forward to continue the kiss, Nayuta turns his head away. “Aw, are you blushing?”
If he was, surely it was from anger.
He can feel the telltale prickle in his cheeks, soothed by Altus’s lips that still quest to touch his skin in some manner.
“Release me,” Nayuta spits, pressing his hands to the broadness of that chest and pushing. Altus doesn’t budge. “So much for being a loyal spouse.”
“Ah, but you see, if it’s something you want, then it’s something I want.” The oni’s voice drops, an echo of thunder that rumbles in his chest. “And if you want to see him submit then I have no qualms.”
“And if I want you to be the one to submit to him?”
“Anything,” Altus whispers, and to be given such power and control over such a strong creature such as the oni is a poison that Nayuta shouldn’t indulge in.
Oh, but how it pleases him.
It shouldn’t be this easy to tempt him, but he can’t help but think about the possibilities.
And just to reduce his hesitance, Malim on the screen whimpers out an approximation of, “Nayu.”
With the volume turned up it’s not hard to miss the call of his name.
“…Ship, summon Malim to my room. Tell him it’s an emergency.”
He ignores Altus’s pleased grin against his neck.
There are a few minutes for him to fix his clothing and shoo the oni away to the corners of his room, and he’s barely smoothed down his hair when the ship gives him a low warning beep to let him know someone is outside his door.
“What do you want?” is the greeting Malim gives as he sullenly walks in without knocking, the picture of indignant petulance as he pouts, adjusting the tie of his fluffy robe. “I was sleeping.”
No, you weren’t are the words Nayuta doesn’t say. Instead of calling him out, Nayuta beckons him closer.
Malim doesn't move.
The already simmering arousal anger in his gut threatens to boil over at the display of disobedience.
“What do you want?” Malim repeats, each word dragged out slowly, like Nayuta wouldn’t understand his question.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
As expected, Malim instantly opens his mouth to refute the point, nose automatically wrinkling which tells Nayuta that this was going to be an argument. And he’s not in the mood to fight, not when he knows he’s right, and he’s always right.
Even when he's wrong, he's right.
Using his height to his advantage, he shepherds Malim against the wall, looking down at the little firecracker as his hand slaps to the side of the wall near the genie's head as he leans down.
“Shut up,” he whispers, a sinister hiss before he slots his mouth over Malim's own.
Under the press of his mouth, Malim whimpers.
Nayuta can see the clenching and unclenching of his hands from underneath the gigantic hem of his robe sleeve, how they hesitate to lift up to touch him before falling back to the genie’s sides.
Nayuta doesn’t hold himself back – he moves his hand along the curve of that indecent waist, sliding it around until it finds the small of Malim's back. He tugs the little flame closer, tasting his heat and swallowing the ashes, feeling the burn of desire at the unintentional press of a covered erection against his groin. Even through the thick fabric of the robe he can feel it, and a curl of a purr echoes in his chest.
Instead of those hands gripping onto the lapels of his jacket, palms push against his chest.
“Nayu,” Malim gasps when he has enough room. “What the fuck are you—”
“I’ve been thinking about you. About last time,” Nayuta whispers, stroking his fingers over the plush texture of the robe over Malim’s thigh. “And I think you’ve been thinking about it as well.”
His blackened nails reach the point where fabric becomes silken skin. The fine muscle trembles under his touch.
He slides it under the hem of the robe, scoring light marks that will fade quickly as he makes his way up to the apex of his thighs, where the heat of Malim scorches him.
Malim’s knees buckle, but Nayuta is there to keep him standing, the smaller body leaning against him.
“Do you think about it?” Nayuta inquires softly, pressing his nose to a flushed ear and nipping at the reddened curve of it. “Don’t lie to me either.”
There’s something pleasing in how Malim trembles in his hold. It appeals to the predator like instinct that purrs in his chest, sensing something worth devouring.
“I…might’ve,” is the answer, pulled agonizingly from that pouting mouth. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“No?” Nayuta lowers his voice, falsely sweet and soft as he whispers, “Even though you call out my name when you touch yourself?”
It takes a moment for his words to sink in, and when they do, Malim tenses up.
“You were watching me,” the genie accuses, fire-born eyes sparking gold and heat as he glares up at the alien. “You invaded my fucking privacy.”
Nayuta shrugs, the action gracefully. “You never seem to have a problem strolling into my room without knocking, which got you into this problem in the first place. Isn’t that how you saw Altus and I entangled, because you are a rude little brat who thinks the world bows to him?”
“Oh yeah? Well, you invited me closer and kissed me!” And here Malim’s voice shifts, lowering into a hiss that rankles Nayuta’s dander and makes him want to bare his teeth in challenge. “And just how long did you watch me for while I was in the shower, you pervert? Did you like the show I was unknowingly putting on for you?”
“You said my name,” Nayuta spits out in a low hiss, and he sees how the fire in Malim shrivels. “You were thinking about me as you touched yourself.”
But there’s still a flame that flickers rebelliously in those bright eyes that delights Nayuta. “I was delusional,” Malim drawls, and Nayuta holds himself back from just taking him over his lap and punishing him accordingly. “Obviously, someone with little sexual interaction is going to pretend they’re wanted when someone kisses them—”
“I want you,” the alien interrupts, his grin almost painful as he sees Malim swallow the rest of his words. “Even if you’re annoying and bratty, I didn’t summon you here for idle chit-chat.”
As if to remind Malim of where his hand is, he gives the filling flesh of the genie’s erection a firm stroke.
“But,” and here he let’s go completely, taking away the support and watching as Malim sways where he stands, leaning towards him as his weakened waist gives way, “if you really don’t want this, I won’t force you. You can leave.”
Nayuta gestures to the door.
He has to fight the smile that threatens to breakthrough at the look of utter confusion on the genie's face.
“Well?” he inquires when Malim doesn’t move. “What’s your decision?”
It’s mean of him, he knows, but he can’t help it. He needs to be a little mean to get answers.
Malim chews on his words for a moment, mouth opening only for there to be no sound. His eyes flicker between Nayuta’s eyes and his mouth, weighing pros and cons.
“Will you…be nice to me?”
He takes Malim’s chin in one hand and leans closer. “You have to listen to me. Only good boys get rewards. Do you understand?” When there isn't an instant answer, he tightens his grip. “Do you understand?”
Of course, this is Malim – always contrary, always looking to be a brat. So even though his eyes dilate at the drop in Nayuta's voice, he still doesn't agree. Oh no, what comes out of his mouth is –
“What do naughty boys get?”
Nayuta shouldn't be surprised, but he can't help the curl of something dark in his stomach that colors his tone into something almost inhuman.
“I doubt you can handle the punishment I have in mind,” he says, using his thumb to touch Malim's lower lip and drag it down. “I’m not a good man to gamble with, Malim – I don't listen to begging and the cries to stop. I won't give you a safe word. You'll be mine to do with what I please, even if that means breaking you.”
Slotting his knee between the genie's legs, he can barely hold back a victorious grin at the tremble he feels. He bullies his thumb into that hot little mouth, pressing down on Malim's tongue almost cruelly.
“But maybe you deserve it for all that you've put me through. Shall I give you a taste?”
He can see the indecision on Malim's face, torn between throwing himself into the fire and letting him feel the burn of Nayuta's desire or playing it safe. Nayuta would prefer the latter, the genie's lack of experience apparent in the way he reacts, but he would make do with any answer.
A chuckle echoes from his bed, breaking the tension.
Malim jumps, but Nayuta merely casts a sour glance over.
From his seat on the bed, Altus waves. “No need to scare him, Nayu. He looks a moment away from fainting.”
“I’m giving him a choice, something you didn’t give me,” Nayuta bites out, withdrawing his finger from Malim's mouth and pulling the smaller man closer as he faces the amused demon on his bed. “You brute.”
“Oh? Like you couldn’t have pushed me away at any time? You’re strong, Nayu. I have no doubt that you would be able to push me off if you truly felt that way.” The oni’s eyes shift over to Malim, and the amusement in his voice is dark. “Just like how Malim would be able to burn you if he didn’t want this.”
Nayuta presses his lips together but doesn’t say anything. Instead he gently pulls his new acquisition over to the bed to lean over the ever smiling oni and sneering down at him.
“Keep quiet,” he hisses.
“You know I’m right,” the oni cajoles, accepting the invasion of fingers that wrap around his horn with a quiet sort of obedience as Nayuta leans closer, sneering.
“You both have to listen to me,” is his order. “That’s the only way this is happening.”
“Of course,” Altus says in a way that tells Nayuta he’s going to be the biggest brat, all false submissiveness that sets Nayuta’s nerves on edge.
Giving the horn one last squeeze, Nayuta pulls away, taking a seat next to him and crossing his long legs as he refocuses his attention on Malim.
“Take off your robe,” Nayuta orders, gesturing to the fluffy monstrosity that still clings to Malim’s body.
He can see the indecision and hesitance that stymies any quick movement. Malim plays with the ends of the tie that holds it all together, just a single tug from being completely exposed. It’s not like Nayuta hasn’t seen his body before, but there’s something innately different from watching through a screen and seeing it right in front of you.
His breath catches in his chest as the robe falls to the floor, pooling around Malim’s feet, leaving him standing there with nothing except the blush that descends down his neck and onto his chest.
Even Nayuta can admit that Malim is attractive, as long as he keeps his mouth shut.
“Turn,” he instructs, twirling his finger. “I need to inspect you.”
It takes a moment, Malim warring between listening and disobeying, but the need to be a good boy must win out, because he shuffles in a tight little circle. Where Nayuta had expected dramatics and theatrics, he’s given the dance of the inexperienced as Malim completes a circuit.
He raises an unimpressed eyebrow, uncrossing his legs and standing tall as he looks down at the shorter genie.
“No good,” he admonishes, fingers wrapping around a slim wrist and tugging the slighter man back into the bed. “Altus, help me.”
Malim’s meager strength is unable to compete with that of Altus’s – the oni holds his legs open easily, his large hands on those slim thighs an obscene sight. Without the volume of the robe to hide behind, his body is slender and almost breakable looking, especially within the grasp of the larger man.
Nayuta himself isn’t as bulky, but his height is enough to give him an edge over the genie as he slides between those spread thighs and inspects the cock that hangs between them. Malim still smells like the soap he had used in the shower, neutral but pleasing, skin still carrying the lingering heat of the water as Nayuta runs his knuckles over the filling curve of the cock.
The noise Malim makes is wounded.
But it sends a bolt of heat down into Nayuta’s own responding body.
He presses in closer, wrapping his hand more fully around the responding flesh that fills his palm as he gives it a testing stroke.
Venom fills his mouth at the sounds that leak past those sweet lips, just waiting to be injected into the prey genie that trembles in Altus’s hold. But he waits, even as the lovely plane of Malim’s thighs tease him, tempting him to bite at the leanly muscled flesh, because he wants to leave his mark in the slender column of his neck where it would be most potent.
So he swallows it all down, letting it simmer in his stomach as he touches and teases the falsely petite creature, pressing his fingers into hidden indentations in his legs and his torso, leaving the shadow of his fingertips in the silken skin to find later with his mouth.
When Malim reaches the point where he strains in the oni’s hold and tries to grab at Nayuta to pull him closer, the alien pulls back.
“No touching,” he warns. “You’re not the one in control here, remember?”
“But I—”
“Will get what you desire, so long as you are patient and listen to me,” Nayuta repeats, voice low and dark. His eyes flicker over to Altus, lip curling in arousal disgust at the smile he sees. “Lay down. Service him.”
Altus obeys, Nayuta filling his arms with hot skin as he gathers Malim close as Altus adjusts himself, the oni laying down on the bed with little complaint.
“Come here, little one.”
Altus taps at his chest, a silent invitation for Malim to take a seat.
It takes some maneuvering, but Malim blushingly straddles Altus' chest. The difference in their sizes would be almost comical if not for the erect cocks and almost possessive grip as Altus stretches his big hands over the entirely of Malim’s thighs and kneads the silken skin. From his viewpoint, Nayuta can almost see himself obsolete in this scenario. There was truly no need for him to be anything but a casual observer that gave commands, but the call of naked skin brings him closer as he slides up against Malim’s back, setting his mouth to a pinkened ear.
“You’re going to fuck his mouth,” he instructs, eyes flicking down to meet Altus’s. Upon seeing the small nod from the oni, Nayuta continues, “Understand?”
He’s benevolent enough to give Malim a moment to process this, watching as the genie’s eyes flicker down to Altus’s mouth and stay there.
“Well?” Nayuta pushes, wrapping the length of his long fingers around the curve of Malim’s waist, feeling the sharp protrusion of his hips bones that he wants to set his teeth to.
Malim swallows, eyes still focused down on the man underneath him as he nods. “I understand.”
It’s spoken low and hushed, almost fervent, like he needs to hurry up and say it before the opportunity is taken from him.
From over the rather muscled curve of Malim’s shoulder, Nayuta watches as he scoots forward the smallest amount, his cock sliding over Altus’s chin and leave a smear of precome over the pale skin as it makes its way up to his mouth.
Altus kisses the tip of his cock before he opens his mouth to welcome the intrusion.
Malim automatically bows forward, hands pressing to the headboard and nails digging into the hard material of the frame as his hips give an aborted twitched forward. Holding back, in a way that displeased Nayuta.
Sliding closer, pressing his chest to the genie’s back, Nayuta leans close.
“Move your hips, make him feel you,” Nayuta whispers in his ear. “Make him choke.”
Altus gives a muffled chuckle, which just makes Malim jerk into his mouth at the vibrations that stimulate him. Not enough to make him choke, because Malim still clings to the idea of chivalry as he holds back.
Nayuta tuts in disapproval.
“I thought you wanted to be a good boy for me,” he admonishes. “Or maybe you’re trying to angle for that punishment.”
His touch tightens in warning, but Altus’ large hands slide around to Malim’s ass, digging in and pulling him forward.
It’s Malim who lets out a choked noise.
His back arches, the pitch of his moan turning startled and almost wounded as a throat swallows around him.
Nayuta gives him this single moment, enjoying the way Malim’s neck tempts him as he arches. But the moment is just that – a handful of seconds that bleed through the gaps in his fingers, and he’s decided he’s waited long enough as he shifts his own hips forward, forcing Malim’s to move along with his movement. Which, in return, just shoves the genie’s erection deeper into the willing mouth.
“Wait,” Malim sobs, overwhelmed.
Which is the perfect moment for Nayuta to slide his lube-slicked fingers between the cheeks of his ass and up against the tight little entrance.
Malim hiccups, hips stuttering.
Despite his biting words and dominating actions, Nayuta keeps the touch gentle, makes sure Malim adjusts to the slide and stretch of a single digit thoroughly before sliding in a second. And when the second is enough, a third, an edging of a fourth when he feels a little playfully cruel, to which the genie whines and whimpers and tries to fuck himself down to get that pinky inside.
A tendril slaps at his inner thigh in a light punishment.
“So focused on yourself, how selfish,” Nayuta murmurs, pulling out his fingers and watching as Malim shifts himself backwards to try to get them back. He tuts in disapproval. “You only know how to take and not give.”
He pulls away completely, his tendrils dragging Malim back as well and letting his cock pop out of Altus’s mouth. It’s unexpected, but it’s part of the scene, and it delights Nayuta to see the confused expression on the genie’s face.
“Take care of yourself.”
“What about…?” Malim looks quickly at where the oni still stands hard and proud between the cradle of his thick thighs.
Nayuta turns. “Hm? Oh, him?” He gestures dismissively. “I’m tired. You can handle it.”
“But isn’t he your—”
“Problem? Pain in the ass? Maybe sometimes, but right now I’m not in the mood to handle him.” And just to hammer home how hard to get uninterested he was, he takes a careful seat in the corner of his room, drawing his long legs up to lean his cheek against.
He raises a brow at the lack of movement. “Well? Are you just gonna sit there and let Altus suffer?”
“I—”
Malim yelps, words cut off as Altus rolls his hips up, grinding against the seat of his ass.
“I’m dying,” Altus says, very much sounding like he wasn’t dying. “Please help me.”
The look of being absolutely lost is so very pleasing to Nayuta. Malim, in his inexperience, can only shuffle enough back to stare at the cock that juts proudly up between his slender thighs, waiting its turn.
His swallow is loud and almost painful sounding.
“Like riding a horse, yeah?” he says, more to himself then the men in the room. “Even if I’ve never ridden one before…”
He carefully adjusts himself, planting his knees firmly on the bed and on either side of Altus’s hips, lifting himself until he can get a hand around the erection. It’s awkward and ungraceful, his movements stiff as he tries to align himself with that seemed to be a moving target.
Malim bites his lip to quiet the wounded noise that climbs up his throat as he starts to seat himself down. And the sound should not make Nayuta pause and reconsider his involvement in this mess, makes the possessive creature in his chest purr at the sight.
Underneath the control and carefully put together façade, Nayuta is a man, after all. One who is weak to the arousing sight of a pathetic creature that tries his best to take in the ungodly girth into what he assumes is a virgin entrance.
…maybe just this time he could be kind.
There’s a sound of surprise Malim makes when Nayuta once more slides up against his back, and it turns into a honeyed moan as a slickened tendril pushes up against the straining circle of muscle.
“Relax,” Nayuta whispers, lathering the tight ring in more slick. Another tendril slides around to wrap around the twitching and spit-slick cock of the genie. “Focus on me.”
From underneath, Altus gives a rolling laugh.
“Nayu, I thought you were tired?”
“Shut up. I’m not here for you.”
With a snarl, Nayuta pulls Malim away from the lap of Altus, instead dragging him down into his own. The smaller creature is easily taken, arranged to Nayuta's liking as he manipulates limbs into something that won’t lash out as he restrains them.
“Nayu –” Malim status to say, the call of his name bleeding into a long moan as he’s tugged down, body accepting the intrusion as gravity pulls him down with the aid of Nayuta's tendrils.
Inside, he is an inferno.
Nayuta expected no less and delights in the tight heat as he slides in until Malim is fully seated upon his thighs. He waits, stroking a comforting hand over Malim’s back as the genie shakes and trembles, arching forward in his arms as he adjusts to the intrusion.
See, he could be kind.
Kind and patient and—
Using his tendrils, they wrap around Malim’s thighs, lifting them, spreading them, showing off the entrance that swallows him whole to their enraptured audience of one.
—and a little bit mean.
“Nayu,” Malim whines and hiccups, hands automatically going down in an attempt to hide himself.
But his tendrils are right there to wrap around resisting wrists and pulling them away, keeping the eternally young man exposed to carefully neutral eyes.
Nipping at a scarlet flushed ear, Nayuta hums low in his throat. “What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted?”
And even though his words are directed at Malim, his eyes are on Altus, who lounges like a beautiful beast and watches with a deep, dark hunger despite the blank mask of neutrality he wears. Nayuta need only look down to where his cock lays leaking against his thigh to know the truth.
So he can only grin at the oni, a gift that disguises his dangerous intentions as he trails his sharp teeth down to Malim’s neck and bites gently down.
His venom, sweet in his own mouth, is grateful to finally find a new home in Malim’s body. The genie in his arms tenses briefly, but is quick to go limp as the venom does its job in loosening his muscles and leaving him more receptive to what Nayuta is going to do to him.
The little predator hindbrain that Nayuta usually ignores purrs in delight as the teeth leave skin, a tongue following to lap over the small injection area to seal it in and let it burn. Nayuta nurses the area gently, waiting for the full potency to take effect.
“Nayu,” Malim slurs, sighing in pleasure as his head tilts listlessly to the side, a drunk smile on his face. “That feels good~”
Nayuta barely manages from tearing into that neck once more as the dulcet and drunk tone calls his name.
Hips rolls down, Malim taking over control of his own body for just a moment to meet the thrusts up.
“Nayu,” Malim repeats, the only thing that fills his mouth as he leans heavily into the tendrils that hold him up, smile crooked and adoring as he looks over his shoulder at the alien.
From his place on the bed, waiting patiently, Altus watches with a gentle sort of possessiveness, large hand stroking himself as the debauchery crescendos into loud whines, Malim doing his best for more stimulation, for more attention.
“Nayu, touch me~!”
Malim lets out a sob when Nayuta doesn’t listen.
Taking pity where Nayuta has none, Altus fluidly rises to his knees and moves closer. “Is he being mean, little one?”
Altus takes Malim’s chin between his fingers, drawing up that gasping and panting mouth to his own to press comforting kisses. Malim practically melts against him, little noises crooning in his throat as he merely drops his mouth open to let Altus do what he wishes with him.
Nayuta can see the flash of a tongue, how Altus nips at Malim’s lower nip and draws it into his mouth to suck on, making it wet, making it swell. And Malim, weak as it is, can only whine and beg as his nails scratch at the broad curve of Altus’s shoulders. There’s a dark presence in the back of his head that hisses at him to reclaim his prey, to keep Malim and his pleasure at his only, but it’s easy enough to ignore that little voice…for now.
Altus takes his time, the seconds bleeding into minutes, heavy with intention before he finally pulls away, giving one last lick to swollen lips. Without the strength of Altus to hold him up, Malim wilts down, his weak hands barely keeping him from faceplanting into the bed.
“Let me in, Malim.”
Dazed eyes look up, mouth dropping obediently open at the first touch of the cock against his lips. The image alone is enough to undo most men, of this beautiful, pathetic creature with a shine of precome on his lips staring up adoringly, but Altus is no mere man.
He’s a demon.
And demon’s could only masquerade their cruelty as kindness.
“There you go,” Altus praises as he sinks in slowly, breath hitching in his chest as Malim whines. “Mind your teeth.”
Between both of them, Malim takes care of them.
Or maybe it’s them that are taking care of Malim.
It’s hard to decide, not when the man between them shivers at the praise, at the tender touches that are edged with something sharper, more possessive.
And this is how Nayuta prefers the genie – quiet, submissive, rendered weak and malleable. As much fun as the brattiness is, there’s something much more appealing in seeing a proud little creature like Malim reduced to base urges that can only be fulfilled by Nayuta.
And maybe Altus, even though Nayuta considers him an optional part of the equation. It’s a sequence that’s perfectly solvable with only Nayuta, but the answer doesn’t change even with the addition of a variable.
Because, in the end, the final answer will always be the same.
Tendrils stroke over the soft, sensitive skin of the genie's waist and hips, flitting down between muscled thighs to tease the skin there and wrap around the curve of his cock. Still soft, still gentle, even when Nayuta wants to do nothing except squeeze until the whimpering sounds turn broken.
But no, he keeps the touch a hair away from bruising as he moves, leaning down to follow the protruding knobs of Malim's spine with his tongue, interspersed with gentle nips that don’t contain any venom, even if there’s an instinctual desire to pump the prey genie with more, so much more, until he was beautifully compliant and sensually submissive.
Between them, Malim is a beautiful connection that needs to be broken to reach his full potential. A bridge that needs to be destroyed to be rebuilt into something better, stronger, made to take the full strength of their passion and remain standing.
But that would take constant rebuilds, and Nayuta wonders if Malim could survive that.
When he fucks in, Altus does as well, though much softer than Nayuta. A fear that makes him hold back so that that only tears line Malim’s lashes and not to make him gurgle and choke around the intrusion inside of his mouth, even if Nayuta personally thinks it would be a delightful thing to see or experience.
Well, maybe when the bridge has been rebuilt a few times in training Malim to take Altus deeper, maybe then he would be able to see the beauty that came along with destruction.
But this sort of inexperienced fumbling wouldn’t be enough for Altus to reach his end.
Together they maneuver Malim until his back is pressed against Nayuta’s chest, eyes hazed and chin wet as his legs are neatly spread open by Nayuta’s tendrils that wrap around the meat of his thighs. Altus presses close, his smell and his heat invading the small space, looking down at them both.
“Aw, I don’t think I'll fit without breaking him.”
Altus's laugh would sound as it always would – amused, unbothered – if it wasn’t for the way he bullies the tip of his cock against the stretched entrance. Nudges against it with purpose, seeing the stretched muscle clench around the intrusion that already fits neatly inside of him.
The oni’s eyes flicker up to Nayuta, endearing and dark all in equal measure.
“Can you help me out, dear husband?”
The first automatic response is no, a bad habit he swallows back down as he realizes his help is needed. At least, help from his biological functions and what it produces.
His agreement is silent, seen in the way he lifts his hands to his mouth. Nayuta licks over his fingers, lathering them in his venom liberally, letting it drip down his palm and to his wrist with the amount he produces.
He reaches down, fitting them between Malim's spread thighs and pressing his fingertips at his filled entrance, slathering the venom around the area.
Then he tucks the edge of one finger under the tight seam.
Malim arches, and if it wasn’t for Nayuta’s tendrils holding him, he’s pretty sure the pretty little thing would’ve unseated himself completely.
Altus helps, murmuring words of comfort as he presses his lips to Malim's ear and his hands to the genie’s waist, centering him and trying to calm the trembling of his body and Nayuta slips the finger in fully, then two, testing the limits of Malim's body.
But his venom works quickly, and the strained tension that makes Malim's brow furrows and his shoulders shake smooth out as the gentle numbness starts to spread.
Nayuta is thorough in the application, his patience tested when he bullies in a third finger, and by this time Malim is malleable in his arms as the genie sinks against him. Still tight, but manageable now.
Leveling a look up at Altus, he stretches his fingers.
“What are you waiting for?” he hisses, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheeks.
A hot tongue licks at the moisture as Altus draws near, a throaty chuckle vibrating in the space between them as the oni fits himself up against the stretched entrance.
“Thank you for this meal,” Altus rumbles, and shifts forward.
Malim, even in his laxness, arches at the breach.
His legs, limp in Nayuta's tendrils hold, tense, rising up with his toes curling as the bigger beast of a man slides inside of his body next to where Nayuta already rests. It makes the already tight passage tighter.
Altus goes slow but steady, ignoring the nails that dig down the curve of his shoulders and the muscle of his arms, deeper and deeper until he’s seated within the genie's body right next to where Nayuta already dominates.
“Hi,” Altus says, leaning forward to peck Nayuta's lips over Malim's head as his cock twitches alongside his own. “I feel you.”
“Disgusting.”
Despite the acid his words carry, Nayuta leans into the kiss. Verging on the edge of vicious, his own mouth the one causing all the damage while Altus just takes it as usual, which softens him in the end…as it always does when he can’t get the other man to rise to his provocations.
Once more between them, Malim gives a pitiful moan, clenching around their cocks desperately, in search of stimulation that he wasn’t currently receiving.
“Careful now,” Nayuta warns as he pulls away, and though his words are for Altus, his eyes are on Malim. “Don’t want to ruin him.”
“Oh? I thought that was what you wanted,” Altus jokes, shifting his hips into an easy rhythm that makes the young man in their arms melt and purr. “Are you going soft on me, dear Nayu?”
“You talking is making me soft enough to almost slip out of him,” Nayuta drawls, voice bare of its usual malice and ice. “So keep quiet and get to moving your hips.”
Altus chuckles but remains otherwise silent as he obeys, which is enough of a reward for Nayuta that he doesn’t mind the kiss the oni gives him that tastes of his laughter.
Malim is the perfect recipient for their passions. Small enough to fit between them, yet strong enough to withstand the power behind each thrust. His body, already honed from the long years of being alone, flexes and accepts the touch of their hands, the caress of Nayuta’s tendrils, the biting press of their mouths on his neck and shoulders and whatever else they can reach.
The almost citrus sharp tang of Nayuta’s venom in his mouth has to be swallowed down numerous times, even if he wants nothing more than to keep injecting it into the perfect little beast, to tie Malim biologically to him for the rest of his days.
But he already has one pain in the ass, he doesn’t really need two…even if the call of his name is endearing and weakens him.
The problem with his kind is that there was no limit to making mating bonds. A problem he feels didn’t apply to him, because he barely wanted the one he already had, their almost nightly sessions notwithstanding. It was bizarre to feel the need with every sexual encounter, and Nayuta calls it a fluke, a mistake—
Except then Malim comes undone beautifully, all sinful lines and whimpered moans, neck on display as he arches and spills across his stomach.
The sight alone makes Nayuta snarl, mouth filling with venom with the need to claim, and he leans forward, ready to bite into that slender neck to mark Malim as his and only his –
His teeth sink into Altus's hand as it slides over the unprotected neck.
The shock of it doesn’t register at first as his jaws lock in an attempt to make a successful mating, but as he bites down harder, feeling the bones under his teeth grinding under the pressure, he pauses.
His head clears.
His jaw unlocks and teeth loosen –
And then he bites down harder.
He ignores Altus's surprised grunt, focusing instead on injecting as much venom as he could.
If Altus wanted to interfere then he had to deal with the consequences. And Nayuta's ire carries a heavy price.
First, he needs to take care of Malim.
The listless and spent little creature whimpers as he’s gently lifted off of them, laid down on the side of the bed. Brushing his hand once over the thudding pulse in his neck with the back of his hand, Nayuta turns his sharp gaze to Altus.
The oni raises his hands in mock surrender.
Nayuta pushes the laughing man down, ignoring the way Altus tilts his head to expose the long line of his neck, tempting him, teasing him, calling for his teeth.
The skin gives away easily under the penetrating bite, and from between them Nayuta can feel the interested twitch of the oni's arousal against his stomach as he slots between the thick thighs that spread silently.
His lack of kindness doesn’t extend to the act of penetration, as his venom spreads through the body, making the oni lax and accommodating as Nayuta nudges his arousal between the valley of his ass, up against the area that waits for him.
From his place where he lays on the bed, exhausted and fulfilled, Malim watches the carnal act. At how Nayuta kisses and bites and fucks, at how Altus laughs and acquiesces even though he has the power to flip them over and take what he wants.
It's a push and pull of give and take, and the sight is enough for him to reach down to curl a hand around his reawakened erection. It’s too much too soon, but that doesn’t stop him.
He grips harder, strokes faster, watching the scene before him with too much want still coursing through his system. And it has nowhere to go except down to his cock, which he touches despite how his sensitive nerves scream at him that it’s too much, that it’s too soon.
His whimper draws the attention of the oni, who looks over and gives a rough, low chuckle.
“Mommy, the baby is watching.”
Nayuta sneers, but his eyes flicker over to where Malim is, where they darken as they take in how he touches himself. But then his lips sharpen into a smirk, the galaxy of his eyes twinkling in mischief.
“What a naughty baby,” he purrs out, digging his fingers deeper. “Whatever should we do with him, hm?”
His tendrils move as he talks, slithering across the bed and towards the supple form of the genie. They wrap around his ankles, climbing up his thighs, and the genie lets out a surprised gasp of air, that melts into a moan as a single tendril parts the cheeks of his ass and rubs over the prepared entrance before sliding inside.
Malim ends up with his face pressed down into the bed, maneuvered there, ass propped in the air as the tendrils tie his hands behind his back and play over the sensitive inside of his thighs and skirt over his cock to wrap and stroke in place of his palm. His cries are muffled, overstimulated little sobs that belie the way his hips move to meet the squelching thrust of the tendrils.
Tied up and used, and the image alone is enough to almost make Nayuta to disengage from Altus and make his way back over just to paste himself along the soft curve of that back and—
The legs around his waist, which is the only warning he gets before Altus flips them.
Now on his back, he snarls up at the grin he sees, as the bulkier man settles in his lap.
“Just trying to stop you from injecting him with your mating venom,” Altus explains. “I’m just helping.”
And, sure, Nayuta understands that on a rational level of thinking – however, he is nowhere near capable of common sense when the perfect specimen writhes on the bed right next to him. Well, two perfect specimens, but Altus already carries the burden of that stigma, so Nayuta doesn’t count him. And with the heavier weight settled on top of him, it stops him from burdening Malim with something he doesn’t understand the depths of that connection.
And if he can’t have Malim, he can at least show his displeasure with the body that has already agreed to his mating bite.
Physically strong, Altus accepts his scratches and his bites with relative ease and a breezy laugh, pushing Nayuta’s head closer to his neck when the alien latches his teeth into the delicious curve and bites down.
“Harder,” the oni whispers, and it isn’t clear if he means to bite or to fuck, but Nayuta decides why not both?
Hands hold tighter, teeth sink deeper, and Nayuta solidifies his claim. With the sounds of Malim making pitiful noises filling his head and the liquid heat of the oni’s body swallowing him as they grapple and kiss, dragging him closer and closer to the edge of reason.
The fall is no less electric than the lovemaking, the lightning that pounds in his veins making him feel alive as he tastes the thunder and the rain on Altus’s tongue. From his sitting position, he can’t move as he wants, can’t carve bruises into the soft flesh of Altus’s ass from his hipbones, so he has to settle for using his hands to keep the oni stationary as he grinds up.
The cascade of Altus’s hair is gathered in a single tendril, pulling it together at the nape of his neck, the hold soft for a single moment before it tightens. Not enough to be painful, but enough for Altus to gasp breathlessly against his mouth when it’s tugged, pulling his head back and forcing his back into an arch away from Nayuta.
Which leaves the peaks of his chest in the perfect position to bite.
And bite Nayuta does, sinking his teeth into the dusty pinkness of the oni’s nipples, letting them drip with his venom, leaving them swollen and aching as he licks and sucks and bites. By the time he pulls away, they’re heavy and puffy from the abuse, leaking from his venom that drips down the beautiful sculpture of his torso and down to where they are connected.
A vision itself that brings forth dangerous thoughts of a chest heavy with milk, a stomach round with—
Nayuta cuts himself off before he can go down that slippery slope of fuck no and tumble off the edge into madness.
He takes the frustration of his own wicked thoughts out on Altus, who accepts it easily with a laugh, who lets himself be pushed and spread open in any way Nayuta so chooses, until the laugh becomes tight and high, a gift for him as release nears and drags its insufficient fingers through his crumbling restraint.
A gift he makes sure to return twofold as he gently roughly wraps his fingers around the oni’s cock and gives it a firm stroke.
They end as they always do – together, the space between them charged with a sort of electricity that keeps Nayuta from biting punishingly against the mouth that presses against his own.
A noise of protest draws his attention back to the temporarily forgotten third member of this party.
Malim, he sees, overstimulated and overworked, his tendrils still doing their job despite the repeated mess that tells Nayuta just how well they had been using the genie’s body for their own selfish gain.
He withdraws them, watching as the smaller body of the genie slumps forward in relief against the sheets, right over the mess he had created a few times over.
Malim startles at the warm, wet rag that wipes down his thighs, but settles with a sigh, eyes fluttering closed once more in sleep as he surrenders his care to Nayuta.
It takes the effort of both men to carefully hold and clean the slumbering genie, carefully applying salve to his bite marks and to the indentation of fingers that are pressed into his skin. And when he is clean and carefully tucked into the bed, sheets drawn over him and pillow carefully tucked under his head, Nayuta pulls away after a careful caress of his knuckles over a still flushed cheek.
Against his back there’s a shift of heat and weight, and Nayuta doesn’t fight it as he is boldly turned.
“Want me to take care of you too, Nayu?” Altus asks against his ear, pulling closer by a light touch to his waist that is emboldened by possessive desire.
Finger reach up go caress the oni's bite mark on his neck.
“Maybe it’s me that should be taking care of you.”
Altus lifts his hand, kissing the back of it.
“I surrender myself to your tender touch.”
Rolling his eyes, Nayuta pulls his hand away and instead presses it against the oni's cheek to push him away.
“You’ll be lucky if I don’t drown you.”
“I'm lucky if you touch me in any way.”
Nayuta's hand slides carefully up to his horn, wrapping his slender fingers around the protrusion. Using it, he pulls Altus's smiling face closer, sneering against his mouth, “I mated with you, marked you – be happy my species doesn’t rip off the head of their lover to eat it in the middle of intercourse.”
“I would still consider myself lucky, especially if you carried a piece of my with you for eternity, even if that means you eating my beating heart.”
“There’s something wrong with you.” Yet those words don’t stop him as he tugs Altus closer, drinking those stupidly romantic and idiotic words out his mouth. And when he can finally pull away, lips swollen and slicked with spit, he smiles with all of his teeth. “Be glad I like that.”
~*~
Pleasantly sore, Malim makes his way to the dining area of the ship in search of sustenance that didn’t come from someone else’s body. Because who knew Nayuta's venom could be so addictive, or the taste of cum different depending on your diet?
But, no, he needs something with sufficient vitamins and proteins, sent away from the little nest he has created between his two…travelling companions? Lovers?
Whatever they are, he’s been shooed away after receiving very thorough after care, massaged and bathed and primped until his skin glowed and his hair shined.
Secretly, he thinks Nayuta just hogs the good shampoo and conditioner for himself and resolves to steal it sometime.
So with a minor pep in his step that is only slightly impeded by his limp, he swings into the meal prep area. The odd machine waits, screen bright with choices of available meals, and Malim hums as he scrolls through the selection.
Finding something suitable, he picks it, rather uncaring of what it is, so long as it was quick to eat, digest, and decent nutritional value to appease Nayuta before he made his way back to him –
Malim yelps as a nose shoves itself into his neck, a pair of thick hands gripping his waist to tug him back into a solid wall of heat and muscle.
In his ear, someone growls, “You smell…hot.”
Ryzar, Malim’s mind unhelpfully supplies as he shivers, but he shakes it off as he levels a narrowed eyed glare over his shoulder towards the bigger man.
“I’m a fire genie. Of course I smell like fire.”
But Ryzar shakes his head, a rumble in his chest that vibrates against Malim’s back. “No, it’s different. It’s…like a sweet heat. Something that makes my mouth water and my teeth hurt. I dunno why, but I want to eat you.”
“Wha—”
Ryzar nudges his hips forward, and Malim promptly swallows his words when he feels the battering ram of an erection rock into his ass.
Oh.
Oh.
“Oh,” he repeats, because he can’t say anything else.
But words have faded into rumbling sounds of approval as Ryzar nuzzles at his neck, sharp teeth nipping at the cartilage of his ear, only to be followed by a questing tongue.
Eat, Malim thinks. He’s going to be eaten.
“Ryzar,” he says, the barest edge of panic in his voice. “You must be hungry. Let me get you something to eat.”
“Hungry,” the beast of a man repeats, but Malim has a sinking suspicion that he doesn’t mean for food.
A nose nudges up behind his ear, thick saliva dripping from an open mouth and down Malim’s skin. Hands cup his chest, kneading the muscled flesh there, and that’s when the panic starts to burn into something sweeter.
Under Ryzar, Malim feels breakable. Sure, he had felt similar when between Nayuta and Altus, but there was still some type of reservation in their strength when handling him. Here, there is no restraint.
“Ship,” he squeaks out, when the sharpened tip of Ryzar’s nail scratch over a nipple. “Tell Nayuta I’m in trouble!”
“Good morning, Malim,” is what the ship starts with, and Malim already knows from past experiences what is coming next, “As I’ve explained before, Master Nayuta doesn’t wish to be bothered with inconsequential issues—”
“I fucked your boss, doesn’t that give me some power?” he hisses.
The ship takes a moment to ponder this, and in those seconds sharp nails dig into the meat of his thigh through his pants and threaten to tear through them.
“Affirmative,” the ship chirps. “Would you like me to relay your message to Master Nayu—”
Malim cuts it off with a hissed, “Yes!” that bleeds into a moan as a broad hand curves over the junction of where his cock is and squeezes testingly. “Hurry!”
Or maybe not hurry, he stupidly thinks as a hand stroke him through the silk of his pants. Maybe take their time, let him get off maybe once—
Except then he feels sharp nails grab onto his waist band and start to tug it impatiently down, and once more he feels the fucking monster of an erection digging into his lower back and remembers he’s sore and already limping – he doesn’t want to be invalid!
“Ryzar, no!” he tries, wiggling around to get away, which does absolutely nothing against the wall of pure muscle. “Bad boy! Down!”
For his efforts, all he receives is a rumbling growl, impatient as Ryzar’s prize is kept from him as hands smack against his own. Which, in turn, just makes him more determined.
So Malim can’t be surprised when he finds himself on his back on the table, staring at the ceiling as the wind is knocked out of him, but he’s still surprised. Very, very surprised to the point he forgets what is even happening until a hot, wet mouth licks over his own and past the open seam of his lips that already hangs open from the shock of being manhandled.
Not a kiss, no – a tasting, a devouring, something that chokes Malim at the thick tongue that fucks into his throat.
His hands scramble up, nails digging into the thick meat of Ryzar’s chest because there was a distinct lack of clothing he could grab onto as his legs automatically wind around the rather obscenely trim waist of the dino boy. Completely unintentional, because it just brings the weapon of his leather-covered erection more in contact with his own responding groin.
Oh, this was bad. Very, very bad.
Even if it felt very, very good.
Ryzar grinds up against him, perfect and powerful enough that it almost sends the genie sliding across the table’s surface if not for the hands that grip his waist. The bigger man holds him there, making him the perfect little object to grind up against, using him to fulfill the hunger that rumbles deep in his chest.
And Malim should really, really not like that idea.
The long stretch of isolation in a lap would do that to you, however, desperate for any type of affection, and his body interprets what is happening as a bane for that old wound.
Fingers slide around his waist to his back, stroking over the line where skin becomes silk, testing the give of his waistband before those fingers slide down underneath the hem and a big, hot palm cups his ass—
Ryzar is there on top of him one minute, and in the next Malim is blinking up at the ceiling as the heat abruptly vanishes, leaving him cold and dazed for a brief moment. But then the sound of a feral growl brings some sense back into him, and he looks over.
“Down, boy,” is the greatly amused tone Altus adopts as he pulls back the hungry beast, laughing at the thrashing. “Where’s a water bottle to spray him with when you need one?”
Nayuta looks unamused. “I think a tranquilizer is more benefitting at the moment. Is he in a rut or something?”
Winded and panting, Malim raises himself on shaking arms to watch as the two larger men grapple. Hands reach out to help him, Nayuta pulling him into a seated position and letting out a questioning noise of concern. The genie leans into the touch, pressing his cheek to the beating of Nayuta’s heart and sighing.
“He said I smell hot,” he says, trying to hide his obvious arousal by shifting his hips away from Nayuta. “I thought he was going to eat me.”
The hands on him tighten briefly, and Malim yelps as a nose sticks itself once more into the slope of where shoulder meets neck. A sniff, a quick lick, and Nayuta pulls away licking his lips.
“You smell like a bitch in heat,” Nayuta drawls, factual and to the point. “You must’ve triggered some dino instinct, and now he wants to mate with you.”
Even the skirmish of Altus taking Ryzar down to the floor is not enough to stop Malim from staring blankly up at Nayuta. But there is no lie to be found in the serious lines of the alien’s face, no gotcha! that comes out of his mouth.
Malim works his mouth, words not forming at first as his tongue goes numb. But eventually he manages to chew out a strangled, “Mate?”
Nayuta sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Granted, I don’t know much about his biology, so if this is something he can ride out on his own—”
There’s a roar behind him, and before Malim can even turn around, he’s whipped off the table by Nayuta before Ryzar crashes into it, Altus’s hold on him gone.
He stares, wide-eyed and disbelieving at the normally jovial and sweet Ryzar that snarls and gnashes his teeth at the empty table, his narrowed eyes turning to find him as saliva drips from his mouth.
Nayuta’s arms tighten around him, and his voice is strained with something Malim can’t name as he declares, “…but it looks like you might need to help him.”