They'd barely made it into the door before clothes started coming off. They'd spent the night in the precinct since Mal had the night shift. Everett had spent it with him trying to figure out how to help. He hadn't found out much since he hadn't been allowed to hack into Flanagan's CCTV feed. Well, he said he didn't, but they all knew otherwise.
Mal tore his mouth away and reached for the buttons on his shirt only to notice Everett had already torn it open. Buttons splattered all over the floor, rolling everywhere. He huffed out a laugh then pulled the t-shirt over the other man's head. A hot mouth latched on to his collarbone and sucked hard on the soft flesh. The hickey left began to heal immediately.
Everett's mouth headed south, nipping and sucking the flesh he could get to. He paushed at Mal's hips, biting hard as he fumbled with his belt. Finally getting it open, he made short work of the button and zipper. He shoved them down and immediately started working on Mal's erection thorugh his underwear.
Mal leaned agaisnt the wall and held Everett's head as he played with him. He had always wondered why the human male was so eager for this. Until he met him, Everett had only dated women. He hadn't slept with a man ever until that night in his apartement on that messy full size bed that barely accommodated both of them. Then all of a sudden he was insatiable. He always wanted to go down on Mal no matter where they were.
Cool air flashed across his scorching member until it was covered with a worm, moist cavern. A groan stuttered from his throat as he looked down. Everett was focused on what he was doing, eyes glued to the warm piece of flesh in his hand.
His palm was flattened against the base as his mouth took him in again. He flattened his tongue so the tip could hit the back of his throat. Wrapping his tongue around the shaft, he swallowed.
Mal hit his head against the wall several times because he couldn't grip Everett's head. If he did, he could easily crush the other man's skull. Whenever he swallowed the tip, Mal could never hold himself together. It was one of his favorite things Everett did. The feel of the throat closing around the tip made it almost as tight as when he was inside him.
Everett slowly pulled his mouth off and gently stroked the heated appendage before him. His tongue flicked out across the head, laving attention to the ridge underneath. Mal's legs started to tremble as pleasure threatened to peak. He twitched several times but fought the urge to thrust into his partner's mouth without permission.
The wolf leaned down and picked his lover up, kicking his pants off so he could walk down the hallway. Everett nibbled at his neck and ear, sending fire coursing through his veins. He either knew what he was doing or he was making it up. Mal thought hwas making it up.
Dumping him on the bed, Mal tossed his shirt aside then crawled over top of the other man. Everett surprised him, flipping him to his and starting the process all over.
This time every inch of skin was at his disposal. He followed Mal's artery with his tongue, enjoying the way it pulsed. Then he traced the full collarbone before venturing down his sternum. He kissed his way across one pectoral muscle until he sucked hard on a protruding nipple. When it was firm and beaded, he did the same to the other.
Mal was an aroused mess as his lover did what he wanted. Every touch, lick, flick, kiss and nibble sent electricity straight through his body to his cock. Not able to contain it any more, he sat up and started pulling at Everett's clothes.
His hands weren't too much steadier than Everett's, but he was able to get his jeans off after several minutes. He dipped his hand into his briefs and grasped his straining erection. It was hot and pulsing, begging to be played with as the precum dripped and slicked the sides.
Everett's back arched at Mal's cool hand on his hottest body part. His plan was going to fall apart if Mal got his hands on him. He was always rough and that was more enticing than anything. There was no way Everett could overpower him, so he had to outwit him. He had to make sure he was in control for once.
He took Mal's hand and placed it on his hip. The wolf wondered what he wanted until he pressed a finger to his entrance. Without having to ask, Mal circled the puckered place with a finger before plunging in.
The burn was momentary and was soon replaced by pleasure as the thick appendage moved at a steady pace. Not satisfied, Everett sat up then put his ass in Mal's face. The other man knew immediately what he wanted and buried his face between the supple globes.
Everett lowered his head and drew Mal into his mouth. He used one hand to fondle the massive balls as he gave attention to the thick rod. He swallowed several times, hearing and feeling Mal's moan revereberate against his own cock. It was a strong and heady experience, making his body vibrate even more.
He almost shot off the bed when Mal's tongue pierced through the ring of muscles, spearing him lasciviously. He couldn't continue his own ministratons, head bowed to the wolf's thigh as his body quivered. His pants and moans made him even hotter, even more aroused at the thought of that tongue lapping at one of his most private parts.
Just as the feeling was building in his stomach and his precum dripped a steady stream, Mal took his abandoned erection and stroked it several times. His mouth trailed down until he was sucking on the thin and tender flesh of his testicles. Everett's body folded in on itself, his hands tightly in the duvet as he gasped in need.
Mal was vicious when he was playing. He knew what Everett liked, and he did his utmost to make sure he got it. Sometimes when Everett was misbehaving - just like now- he had to rein him back in. The only way he knew how to was to put his body through the rigors of pleasure and release. Sometimes he even withheld it from him, which always caused the young man delight and anger.
Everett couldn't help the movement of his hips. Gently, he thrust into Mal's mouth, and the wolf surprisingly let him. They both had made an agreement not to forcefully use the other man's mouth even when they were highly aroused, but Mal was giving him this moment. It may never come again.
When his hips were tired and his back aching, the man on top sat up then turned around. Mal's face was lightly flushed from allowing his other half to basically fuck his mouth. His hands settled on Everett's hips as he waited patiently to see what he wanted to do next.
"Can we try something?" the winded man asked. He stroked his erection idly, face inquisitive as he looked down at him.
"Sure. What is it?" Mal agreed. Everett slipped off his lap and gently pushed his knees to his chest. "Ev, we're had this discussion."
"That's not it. Hang on."
Mal watched, patiently waited to see what he was going to do. Everett took a moment to find the bottle of lube. He drizzled some on his fingers then prepped himself. Mal watched his face when he saw the satisfaction roll across it. He watched those skilled fingers do the job he should be doing, but Everett had put him in this position for a reason. He would wait and see what the other man was planning.
Sufficiently stretched, Everett rocked up on his heels. He pushed Mal's legs to his chest, wrapping his arms around them to keep them in place. Mal watched as he straddled the back of his thighs. Gently, he pressed the tip of Mal's erection to his entrace, sliding down slowly.
As Everett's warmth engulfed him, Mal understood what he was doing. When they had started sleeping together, Mal had told Everett he would never bottom. He had tried it once for an ex and it hadn't gone well. Since then he'd always been the one on top. Everett seemed to take it in stride, but it didn't stop him from asking from time to time as a joke.
In this position though Mal was penetrating him, it looked as if Everett were on top. It was a creative way to go about it. Mal would give it to him. He either had a vivid imagination or he watched way too much porn. Mal leaned towards the latter. He had seen his computer one time. The man was pretty raunchy when he was trying new things.
Everett started moving his hips, and the angle was so different. It hit his insides in several different ways, making his muscles contract each time. He couldn't help the lewd noises that escaped him. He was in shape, so he was able to pick up speed without his legs tiring too much. He bounced contentedly on the cock pulsing inside him, sucking him in so deep it grazed the entirity of his prostate.
The sound of skin on skin was potent as the grunts Everett made. He wrapped Mal's legs around his waist as he leaned back slightly and planted his feet. Mal gripped his hands to steady him as he rocked his ass onto his pulsing cock. It was hot and thick and it made Everett so much more aroused.
"Everett?" Mal called him gently. He lifted his head only for Mal to pull up and capture him in a soul searing kiss. Flames licked at his skin as his wolf took his breath away. His motions stalled, Mal so deep within him he thought he was going to explode from being full.
Mal gathered Everett's legs to him, and in a not so smooth manner that left them laughing, he dropped Everett to his back. He took Everett's abandoned erection in hand and stroked it in time to his thrusts.
Everett covered his eyes with his arms as he was completely filled. Mal was thick and grew as they continued. Sometimes he thought he was going to rip in half as the wolf ravaged his body. He wasn't rough nor was he gentle. He was as firm as he needed to be at the time he was taking care of his needs.
He let out a low moan as Mal's hot mouth closed over his nipple. His free hand went to torture the other one as he kept his steady pace. His body was on fire as pleasure tore through him.
"Mal," he croaked out. "I'm close." He cried out when a massive hadn closed around the base of his cock. He tried to push it off, but it only tightened. "Why?!"
Mal leaned down and claimed his mouth again. Everett whined into his pitifully, but the wolf didn't let up. He held his erection tightly as he slammed his engorged member into the quivering hole. He claimed it as his own and would be the only one to fuck this boy senseless.
Realeasing his mouth, the wolf dropped his face to Everett's neck. His hips slammed painfully into the round ass below him just as his mouth clamped down on soft flesh. Everett cried out as his teeth broke skin.
No sooner had Mal released Everett's purple cock than he came violently. He arched his back with a breathy moan. He crossed his arms behind his head and buried his face in a bicep to hush the moans that would not stop.
Mal sat up and pulled his hips snug against his own. He listened to Everett's gentle grunts as he plowed into him. He loved this feeling. Not just his erection entering the soft heat of Everett, but the intimacy. He was nevere denied anything. Everett gave him whatever he could and all he asked for in return was love.
His fingers biting into soft flesh, the wolf's pace quickened until he left bruises on both hips and ass. With three sharp thrusts, he came jsut as violently as Everett had. He stayed as still as he could so he could catch his breath and make sure he went limp. Sometimes pulling out too soon hurt Everett, and he didn't want to do that.
Everett placed his hand over Mal's and played with his fingers. The look on Mal's face changed as he looked at Everett closely. The younger man frowned at the prolonged oggling.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Shaking his head, he took his hand. "Nothing. I thought I left a mark."
The younger man sat up keeping his legs wrapped around his hips. "It's okay if you did. They usually fade within a day or so." He looked over his body for something. He found it and put a finger over it. "See? That was from a day ago."
'He shouldn't heal that fast,' Mal thought. He looked over his skin, noting all his bruises and hickies from the night before were almost gone.
Everett got up, gasping at the pull then went to the bathroom and cleaned up. Mal heard the water start/ the other man be in there for a while. It gave him time to think.
He complained about the marks on his back the day before, about how it made him feel bad for hurting the younger man. But now they were healed? A day later? Something didn't add up. Then there were his eyes. He had never seen his eyes like that before.
Someting was going on. Mal wasn't sure if Everett knew it was happening. He didn't seem to. If he did he was good at hiding it. But Mal's gut said the other man had no idea it was happening.
His phone rang. Mal reached across the bed and rummaged through Everett's pants. Somehow their phones had ended up in his jeans. Finding it, he saw it was Carver calling. That wasn't good.
"Hey, Carver," he greeted.
"By your tone, it seems you already know," Carver said.
Mal rubbed his face. "If it was a social call, you would have come to my house." His partner hummed in response. "How many?"
"Three, and bring Everett."
This was getting better and better. "Where?"
Carver sighed. "Mordu's."
Mal ran a hand through his hair. "Shit!"
Everett poked his head out of the bathroom. "Mal? What is it?"
The other man held up his hand. "We'll be there." He ended the call then tossed the phone to the bed. "Get dressed."
The younger man frowned as the older walked past him. "Why? What's going on?"
"Triple homicide. Carver needs us." He closed the door and leaned his head against it. If this continued, Everett wouldn't have any businesses left. That was probably what whoever was doing this wanted. Mal was going to try to stop it.