Okay. I've locked this post just to us! So here is what I think we should do! We should continue the sex in here because your AIM dies, etc and we can finish it easier
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(I'm just going to use my Zac icons instead of logging in as Malcolm. :D)
Miles just smiled knowingly, "Yes, I figured." He took a deep breath, his grin become feral, "I'm going to be your first then, eh?" He chuckled, but it was a dark laughter. "I can hardly wait."
Malcolm stared at him for a moment, not sure whether he should be scared or turned on. He decided on the latter and kissed Miles hard, holding Miles' face in both of his hands.
Miles grinned into the kiss, but pulled away slowly. He bit on Malcolm's bottom lip, teasing him as he eased away. He looked into Malcolm's eyes, looking for doubt. He didn't find it.
He nodded, half to himself, and turned, finding the door to his bedroom. He opened it and walked in, leaving it open for Malcolm to follow him. He took off his tie and threw it on a chair, his jacket was thrown onto the floor. He turned around, undoing the buttons on his shirt, watching Malcolm walk in the door, "Close it, will you?"
Malcolm walked into the room after Miles, and turned around to close the door. Once he did, he stayed staring at it for a few moments too long, and Miles came up behind him, "What are you doing?"
Malcolm turned around with a start. He smiled quickly. "Just trying to get back on balance."
Miles smirked. "And whatever would you want to do that for?"
Miles laughed at his joke, he was so clever. He grabbed Malcolm by the shoulders and ran his hands down his arms, kissing the back of his neck.
He had taken off his shirt and it joined his jacket on the floor, and Malcolm, unforunately, was much too clothed!
His fingers ran around to Malcolm's chest, sliding his jacket off and starting to remove his shirt. Still kissing at his neck as he did so, going lower as more clothing disappeared and sweetwonderful skin appeared.
Miles was completely obilvious to any pain Malcolm might be in. He was lost in the feeling for himself. He was groaning and thrusting in deeper, harder. He wasn't even touching Malcolm, his hands were supporting him instead.
Malcolm furrowed his brow. "Never mind. Just...go a little slower? It...um..." he trailed off, not wanting to embarrass himself by telling Miles how much it fucking hurt. He was actually wondering why people would ever want to do this-- when Miles hit that spot and Malcolm thought he temporarily went blind, the blackness exploding in his eyes. He cried out Miles' name.
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Miles just smiled knowingly, "Yes, I figured." He took a deep breath, his grin become feral, "I'm going to be your first then, eh?" He chuckled, but it was a dark laughter. "I can hardly wait."
Malcolm stared at him for a moment, not sure whether he should be scared or turned on. He decided on the latter and kissed Miles hard, holding Miles' face in both of his hands.
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He nodded, half to himself, and turned, finding the door to his bedroom. He opened it and walked in, leaving it open for Malcolm to follow him. He took off his tie and threw it on a chair, his jacket was thrown onto the floor. He turned around, undoing the buttons on his shirt, watching Malcolm walk in the door, "Close it, will you?"
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Malcolm turned around with a start. He smiled quickly. "Just trying to get back on balance."
Miles smirked. "And whatever would you want to do that for?"
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He had taken off his shirt and it joined his jacket on the floor, and Malcolm, unforunately, was much too clothed!
His fingers ran around to Malcolm's chest, sliding his jacket off and starting to remove his shirt. Still kissing at his neck as he did so, going lower as more clothing disappeared and sweetwonderful skin appeared.
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"What?" He said gruffly, clearly not one for chatting during sex.
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