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>> 017 | horny birthday to you
[ at first, he hadn't been sure what to make of the invitation.
the address was printed quite nicely on cardstock, lettered with a steady, even hand. he recognized the name well enough as belonging to one of the shier students in his astronomy class, one he had spoken to only a handful of times (once, because she was in the way, and the second because she was in the way, and the third because she wasn't in the way, but she was going to be if she didn't move). it certainly wasn't enough to merit any kind of friendly, camaraderie-like treatment between them and he had always assumed she were terrified of him and wanted to avoid any and all interaction with him as much as possible.
but apparently not, judging from the invitation. he couldn't even write it off as a mistake because the envelope had very clearly said his name in neat, printed letters. the address was too far to walk but that was fine, since there had been a +1 stipulation on the bottom and he knew for a fact that his roommate could drive.
well, not really knew so much as assumed. there was a car in the driveway that could belong to any one of them and he didn't want to take anyone else but Silver, so obviously he was going to assume only the best to make this happen.
there were another series of words printed at the bottom in loopy handwriting that read "costumes optional!" that just oozed a personal touch he felt charmed by. costumes... ah, that's right. it was near the end of October, so clearly this was a Halloween party. he had a few costumes in his closet he'd bought for such an occasion but never had a chance to wear, so he spends the entirety of the day meticulously trying on outfits before deciding on the perfect fit, and then with roughly thirty minutes to the party (the address of which was about twenty-five minutes away by car) he's knocking on Silver's closed door with a sharp rap of his knuckles.
Silver will open it to the sight of Malleus dressed in a purple dragon costume, complete with wings and a tail to boot. affixed on top of his head, carefully balanced between the horns, is a festive party hat. ]
Silver. [ he says and holds up the invitation by way of greeting. ] I have been invited to a party. Come.
the address was printed quite nicely on cardstock, lettered with a steady, even hand. he recognized the name well enough as belonging to one of the shier students in his astronomy class, one he had spoken to only a handful of times (once, because she was in the way, and the second because she was in the way, and the third because she wasn't in the way, but she was going to be if she didn't move). it certainly wasn't enough to merit any kind of friendly, camaraderie-like treatment between them and he had always assumed she were terrified of him and wanted to avoid any and all interaction with him as much as possible.
but apparently not, judging from the invitation. he couldn't even write it off as a mistake because the envelope had very clearly said his name in neat, printed letters. the address was too far to walk but that was fine, since there had been a +1 stipulation on the bottom and he knew for a fact that his roommate could drive.
well, not really knew so much as assumed. there was a car in the driveway that could belong to any one of them and he didn't want to take anyone else but Silver, so obviously he was going to assume only the best to make this happen.
there were another series of words printed at the bottom in loopy handwriting that read "costumes optional!" that just oozed a personal touch he felt charmed by. costumes... ah, that's right. it was near the end of October, so clearly this was a Halloween party. he had a few costumes in his closet he'd bought for such an occasion but never had a chance to wear, so he spends the entirety of the day meticulously trying on outfits before deciding on the perfect fit, and then with roughly thirty minutes to the party (the address of which was about twenty-five minutes away by car) he's knocking on Silver's closed door with a sharp rap of his knuckles.
Silver will open it to the sight of Malleus dressed in a purple dragon costume, complete with wings and a tail to boot. affixed on top of his head, carefully balanced between the horns, is a festive party hat. ]
Silver. [ he says and holds up the invitation by way of greeting. ] I have been invited to a party. Come.
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[ but he's no doctor, so don't quote him on that. if Silver has been drugged, as he'd assumed, it would at least be better for him not to be on his feet and walking around in the event that he might pass out and slam his head into something. ]
You're very... very warm. [ even through the costume he can feel it, and the notion that Silver might have been poisoned instead of drugged makes his brows crease deeper in concern. his hand shifts from Silver's wrist to lay a cooling palm over his forehead once he's certain the other is laying down proper, and he deliberates over whether or not it might actually be a good idea to leave him for a few moments to go and get him some water or not.
really, if only Sebek were here. ]
What are you feeling right now? Dizzy? [ so as not to aggravate any of his symptoms, Malleus drops his voice to a low murmur. the result is an intimate, husky rumble deep within his chest, one that thrums along his palm and whispers in Silver's ears. it's terribly intimate, all things considered. ]
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[he wants to argue, but as the other places a cool hand on his forehead, Silver gives a soft, shuddery breath. it makes it hard to think, hard to focus his gaze on anything. his voice softens and turns a little more tremulous, threaded with need despite himself as Malleus' voice rumbles over his forehead and against his ear. Oh, he's so close, and Silver has to halt the idea of leaning forward and pressing himself into the older man. shit.]
I'm sorry. I just... it's hot. It feels like my body is-- aching, dizzy. I can't control my thoughts. [it's like a hunger, he thinks, but doesn't know if he should say that. it's not a physical hunger and he doesn't want Malleus to go get him food. it won't hurt anyway.
and it's not likely a poison, either - Silver doubts the Heartslabyul guy would risk breathing that in.]
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oh. he thinks he might know what's going on, here. for good measure and to cement his doubts, he closes the distance between them and closes his eyes. now a scant few inches away from Silver's face, he can better smell the different herbs and floral aromas that had invaded the other's nose, and the scent that assaults his senses is enough to make his pupils dilate a little and his body warm in response.
it's not as bad as getting a direct hit would be, but he can identify it easily enough.
he leans back before speaking, taking his hand off Silver's brow. ]
It appears that what the other was smoking was damiana, better known as turnera diffusa - a low-growing, yellow plant native to the southern, subtropical climates of the planet. While primarily consumed it is also possible to smoke the leaves, although it isn't recommended, and it is used for a variety of uses such as diabetes, anxiety, and sexual health.
[ a pause to let the words sink in. ]
Silver, I believe you are sexually aroused.
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until Malleus leans back, his hand pulling away from his forehead. he speaks, and Silver's throat tightens. he knows, of course. he's not actually blind, not so... repressed that he doesn't know what his body wants. true, he didn't know why for certain, but still.
but the other man knows exactly what he's been hit with, even, and though his eyes widen to hear it said in the first place... he looks down shortly thereafter, a little shame seeping into his posture.]
... I... perhaps. [it's abnormal for him to dodge things like this. he stays where he is, lying back and ignoring the heat coursing through his everything.] but it's alright. I'm here to support you, aren't I?
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[ how Silver was expected to do much of anything except writhe in pleasure was beyond him. as strong as his self-preservation and sense of self was, he imagines there's not much he might be able to do in the face of a drug that was specifically made to smash through all one's inhibitions and induce their body into a state of arousal. ]
There is no helping it. We will simply have to resolve your situation.
[ that said - he'll reach over, smoothing his fingers first over the crown of Silver's head before giving his arm a tug. the intent is to roll Silver over against him, enough he can prop his weight with one arm and maybe stand them both up. he'd forgo everything and carry him if he could, but a part of him has a feeling that Silver wouldn't appreciate the gesture in the company of their peers. ]
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[resolve the situation, he tries to say, but his breath catches as fingers smooth over the crown of his head and then curls around an arm, and it feels like his whole body is on fire. the noise he makes is absolutely indecent, a shudder crawling through him as Silver reluctantly allows himself to be maneuvered and lifted. if those hands moved a little lower, he could just--]
The feeling will-- will fade, I'm sure. [he's not sure. a sensation not unlike exhaustion tugs at his senses and, against his better judgment, the younger man lets his arm snake a little more around Malleus' shoulder. it doesn't really help the feeling of arousal, but maybe... maybe if he can focus, he can push past this.] ... I'm sorry. I should have been more careful. You sh-shouldn't be-- ah-- having to do this for me...
[he still doesn't even know what this is, honestly. his whole body aches and being close to Malleus only reminds him of so many stray thoughts, all the things truly inappropriate for one to think given their circumstances. (okay, that's mostly self-imposed, but still.)]
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[ as was the nature of aphrodisiacs. until then, Silver would have to endure this torment for a little while longer, and Malleus had a feeling that if left alone to his own devices Silver would endure it for even longer than necessary as some sort of self-imposed punishment.
with Silver at least letting him prop him up like this, it's a simple matter to hoist him up and walk him back towards the house. the music should, hopefully, not be too overwhelming for him, but Malleus intends to make this quick. they get a few strange looks as they enter because of how they're dressed and he immediately makes his way to where he'd last seen the host so that he might ask to use one of their spare rooms.
the conversation is quick, transactional, even. she gives him a few directions and he nods before moving to swiftly take Silver upstairs and to the indicated bedroom so he can rest.
as they ascend the stairs and navigate their way down the hall he turns, breath ruffling Silver's hair as he speaks nearly against his temple. his voice is a low, soothing murmur so as not to disturb the other any more than he already is with all the walking and moving they're doing. ]
Are you all right, Silver? Can you hold out a little while longer?
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As a result, he's both relieved and frustrated by their costumes. The cheap fabric feels atrocious on sensitive skin but it provides a distance that almost helps keep his thoughts in order. That drowsy feeling returns and for a moment, Silver lets his head turn, inhaling the warm, comforting scent of his housemate. If he closed his eyes, could he drift into daydream? Likely, he thinks, and for once the thought is comforting.
The slight sag of his weight is surreptitious but undoubtedly plain to the much taller man, even if he keeps up with the pace just fine. He doesn't even notice the host when they approach, really, mumbling incoherently if he spoken to through the bulk of the walk. And when soft breath ruffles his hair, speaks in that low, soft murmur... he's barely conscious enough to do more than shiver.]
Mmn... if you keep saying it like that, I'm going to make a mess in your costume... [Ah. His speech slurs, earnest and gentle, long lashes still covering his gaze.] I can hold out for now... I want to beg for more, but if this is what you like, Malleus...
[He inhales a deeper breath, and this time his face does wholesale nuzzle in closer to the other's neck. Too tired and drugged to realise exactly what he's saying, he doesn't even seem the least bit embarrassed.]
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what Silver says gets no reaction from him, and if anything Malleus only tightens his arm a little tighter around him before they locate the bedroom the host had been speaking of. as expected it's empty, barren of a few decorations aside from the necessities. the bed is made and sits neatly by itself and looks, at first glance, to be large enough for three people.
Malleus will lead Silver over and move to deposit him carefully on the plush mattress. he pries the other's arm around around him with domineering gentility, bending to help urge Silver's legs up so he can lay flat on his back. ]
I will stay with you until the effects wear off. Don't worry.
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But that isn't what happened, and he's too far gone in this moment to care. It feels so disparately good when he's deposited on the bed, relieved of the incessant heat of another's body but still yearning for it.]
Malle--us- ah-!
[His breath catches when his legs are lifted up and his back hits the mattress. This time, he doesn't curl in on himself at all - even if those hands move away the young man's legs remain slightly spread, shoes pressed into the mattress in some measure of offering. His clothes are absolutely stifling, and as one hand rises to clumsily push his hair back and cover his face, all he can think about is how his shirt moves over skin, brushes distractingly over his hard nipples.]
It's too-- ah... I feel like I'm burning up. Too much fabric...
[conscious thought flickers in and out, and he sighs lightly in time with it. I want to beg, he'd said, and he meant it. It shows in his gaze now, pale blue-violet in this light.]
You're so beautiful.
[That's far more earnest and sudden than he wanted to be, but it's fine. He could lie with Malleus anytime without a stitch of complaint, if not for their normal circumstances. To which-- he can't remember clearly what they're here for right now. Or where here is, when all he wants to think about is the other man.]
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too much fabric, Silver says. Malleus knows what could be done to resolve his problem, but he is unsure of what that would mean for them both.
it isn't as though he dislikes Silver. the extent to which his affection extends is questionable, not because of his own struggle to properly convey or put it into words but because of who Malleus is and the expectations and obligations he's already bound to. the scandal that would ensue would not be something he could escape even via self-isolation, to say nothing of the scrutiny Silver himself would face...
but here, in the private of a bedroom with the music of the party thrumming faint and murmuring beneath their feet, he thinks it might be all right. ]
It would be best for you to save your breath. [ there's no animosity behind the usually hostile phrase, nothing to suggest any kind of dismissal or refusal. he says it with the confidence of someone unfamiliar with the phrase who's intent on using it anyway. ]
Silver... would you like for me to undress you?
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later, he'll be thankful that he hadn't started talking before they'd settled into a private space. then he'll be angry, probably, and guilty - what if this was somehow calculated? it's a silly thought, given there was no way to guarantee who would be here or how this would all end up.
in any case, he's at once completely receptive to and confused by Malleus' words. save his breath? maybe he's right, though...]
A-ah... of course.
[he feels like he can't save it anyway, every puff of heated breath only serving to push him deeper into his senses. another time, he might feel some guilt even despite the lack of animosity, the absolute absence of dismissal or worse.
would you like for me to undress you? he feels like he could faint, just hearing it from Malleus himself. the only thing that could maybe make that better would have been for it to be ghosted against his ear again.]
I-- please. [it's just logical, true - Silver can barely think to keep his hands moving - and there's a shy sort of earnestness to it. maybe it doesn't mean anything to Malleus, but it does to the younger man, at least in this moment.] Sorry-- for the trouble.
[it's almost sighed, in the effort of saving breath, as he bites his lip.]
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[ it's more reassuring than he would be with most people, and for good reason. Silver is among the handful of close acquaintances and confidants he would say he could reliably trust. that wasn't exactly a position given lightly.
he's familiar enough with the costume so as to be able to unfasten it with relative ease and swiftness. it begged the question of whether or not Malleus himself might have tried it on in the privacy of his room if not for the way it had looked relatively untouched when he'd first presented it to the other. the shirt is unfastened and opened with a dexterous sweep of his hands, loosening the collar enough for Silver to regain the breath he can't seem to catch.
Malleus does this all with a courteous, professional air that's pretty laughable in the face of the purple cartoon dragon costume he's wearing, and when he pulls away it's to consider the pants that Silver is wearing and to ruminate over the possible next courses of action.
his gaze finds Silver's own, holds it, hand resting just at his hipbone. ]
All of it, Silver?
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His skin still feels entirely too sensitive, hot and cold all at once. Everything is perfectly professional, despite the obnoxious costumes. If Silver is honest, he'd rather that was off Malleus too, if only because it's just... so silly.
Those thoughts are all derailed again when bright green eyes meet his own, heartbeat skipping in his throat for a brief moment. The sensation of fingers on his hip only further muddle everything, and the question - sweet and simple - and slowing his breath, Silver nods and shifts slightly.]
... P-please. If... you don't mind.
[I don't mind if you see, he doesn't say. It's clear enough in the way he doesn't let his gaze shift, even if there's a wobble of insecurity there simply because... well, it's a place of vulnerability very few have seen him in.]
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[ it goes without saying, especially since they're already in this position and he was the one that suggested it. there's a part of him that feels the need to say it, though, and perhaps it's because of Silver's more vulnerable state that he feels compelled to do so.
for as long as he had known Silver, rare was it that the man ever showed anything that might suggest he was fragile or weaker than the impression he gave off. Malleus could appreciate that sort of dedication, the painstaking gains one might take to ensure that they never put themselves in that sort of position where they could be taken advantage of. it spoke of Silver's dedication to his own betterment, to the lengths he wanted to go to show that he was someone that Malleus could effectively depend on.
so he'll undress him, but he won't coddle him. his hands make to peel off the rest of the fabric restricting Silver's heated body, mindful of the way his hands graze over inches of bare skin as they're revealed. this close he can feel the heat emanating from the other man like a furnace, wondering, idly, if Silver might just burn him alive with how hot he's burning up if he were allowed to continue down this path. ]
You're very warm. The amount you've breathed in must have been very potent. [ potent and cut with something else for effectiveness, perhaps. Malleus finds himself stopping just short of dragging the other man's underwear off, his tone questioning and gaze lingering for a moment on the damp spot over the other's unmistakably hard cock. ]
Silver.
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The hazy feeling of everything is enough to let him nearly doze off in the wee spaces between undressing, until his heated skin is no longer contained by cheap satin and velvet. Every graze of skin is careful and knowing, and the younger man can't help but wonder what's going through Malleus' head throughout.]
... it seems absurd that he just walked away, smoking that... [There again, the distant suspicion that this was intentional. A plot to start a scandal, presuming Silver to be someone to give in to his desires at any cost... it's almost enough to keep him from shifting as Malleus' gaze lands on his tented underwear and the slowly growing damp spot at the head of his covered cock. With just that left covered, it feels like agony. His own gaze focuses on the other's face at the sound of his own name in his lips.]
Malleus... please...
[He has never considered himself a desperate person. Not passionate or driven by personal desire. As such, it's a little overwhelming how much he wants to-- to move, and for what? To press into Malleus until those hands find only him, to offer every inch of his body until he feels like he's drowned in pleasure and filled to the brim with--]
I need you, Malleus.
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[ there's no mistaking the need in Silver's voice, the urgency and the heat betraying the otherwise casual nature of the situation. casual to Malleus, at least, though it could be argued that there was little that could ruffle his feathers even when faced with someone's state of undress. someone like Silver, especially, someone who he'd become quite close to and saw as a thing worth cherishing, could hardly look anything but his best in Malleus's presence.
so it's easy to strip him, to do away with that last bit of fabric hiding Silver's modesty from the rest of the world. it's nothing Malleus hasn't seen before and so, therefore, there's no awkwardness about him when he gently presses a hand on Silver's thigh, fingers just grazing the ends of his pretty cock before he drags the blanket over him to keep him safe from any prying eyes. this room isn't theirs, after all, and while Malleus is fairly certain it's meant for guests they weren't the only guests on the property at present. ]
I am sure you are well aware, with the effects of the pollen there is really only one thing you must do if you are to relieve yourself of its effects more effectively.
[ in other words - he should probably jerk off. ]
I can turn away if you would like the privacy. Or I can watch you and make sure you do not hurt yourself. Which would you like?
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Right... right. [it's no big deal. just jerk off, not like there's any shortage of material to think about. Malleus offers to turn away and the younger man's head shakes almost immediately, cheeks bright from arousal and embarrassment both.]
Please... please watch. [his breath catches when he asks, weight shifting to push himself up to better do as he needs.] I would appreciate it.
[he would appreciate it, sure. and it'll mean Malleus is right here, which absolutely helps when Silver wraps a hand around his own cock and lets his eyes close, definitely not imagining it being the taller man's at all. starting out slow and a little curious, he can let precum slick his hand and length both, body leaning forward just slightly. how would it be, he wonders? if Malleus were to touch him?
how long would he last? if those slim, regal fingers were to wrap around his cock, stroking the same way Silver's own are now and sliding foreskin over the head of it... hand twisting, he lets his thumb notch just under the flared head and jolts at the sensitivity, groaning softly. he's already close, he thinks - too close really. fingers squeeze and stroke with increasing certainty, his breath drawing to a fever pitch.]
What if-- haah-ah- [his voice is thin and breathy when he indulges the thought, leaning forward and peering up at Malleus through his lashes.] What if one--nnh-- round doesn't... help...?
[Malleus looks so good above him, and right now that's the only thing he can focus on outside of how horny he feels. Silver can't even make himself feel bad for using his senior as fodder for jacking off now.]