>> 017 | horny birthday to you

[malefico]

[ 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.

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[malefico]

[ at first, he's concerned that the way he's moved Silver around might have caused him some kind of discomfort, some sort of pain that he hadn't meant to happen. he's not sure if that's preferable to the reality of the situation and how acutely aware he is of how hot Silver's skin feels even through the fabric of his costume, the way he can see as well as feel all the little puffs of breath he's letting out in the shared space between them.

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?

[somnolently]

[propriety and scandal are certainly a good demotivator for any sort of conversation on the subject of affection, truly. Silver has always been content with keeping the depths of his own hidden behind the effort of working with and for Malleus, supporting him from a distance.

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.]

[malefico]

It's all right.

[ 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?

[somnolently]

[cool air grazes over bare skin, and Silver actively shudders at the feeling of it. The amount of relief it actually gives is laughably small, but Silver can't fault Malleus for that. Truthfully he probably wouldn't blame him for much of anything, of course, but that's not the point.

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.]

[malefico]

I do not.

[ 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.

[somnolently]

[It's a little... surreal, Silver thinks. Somewhere below them, the party goes on unawares, music occasionally breaking through the doors and distance muting them. And still here, in this quiet space, he finds himself both vulnerable and relatively comfortable - past the unyielding heat of his skin and the ache of his cock, anyway. He's glad, perhaps, that it's Malleus here and not one of the others.

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.

[malefico]

I am here, Silver.

[ 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?

[somnolently]

[cool air laps over his skin with every bit of fabric removed, and Silver exhales a shudder of relief at the loss of pressure. another little shudder escapes when fingers press on his thigh and fingers just graze over his cock, lips parted for soft breaths - and the reaction is muted, then, by the weight of a blanket over him.]

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.]