Page 11 of Pointy Ears and Purple Glitter (Quirk of Fate #5)

Tasting Tynan’s lips was both the best idea Malik had ever had and the most foolhardy. The moment their lips touched, he wanted more. The way Tynan leaned into him called to something deep in Malik’s soul.

Cradling Tynan’s face in his hands, he enjoyed the taste and flavor of his mate.

Malik could sense an underlying hesitation, not in the enthusiastic kissing, but from Tynan’s inner self.

It was as if his sweet fae was weighed down with the weight from the years that he had spent thinking he wasn’t good enough.

Malik was determined to change that, even though he knew it wasn’t something that could be done overnight.

The kiss was clumsy. Clearly, Tynan didn’t have a lot of experience. But Malik was gentle with him, sucking on each lip, coaxing Tynan’s mouth open with his tongue, and gently mapping out the insides of Tynan’s mouth and encouraging his mate to do the same with him.

There was a unique brightness in Tynan’s essence.

Malik had never come across it before, although he was more familiar with the deeper tones of the magic underneath it.

Tynan’s hands were gripping his shoulders as if he worried Malik was going to move away, and Malik could sense that Tynan’s magic was wrapping around them both – an invisible embrace that felt as warm as Tynan’s torso against Malik’s chest.

Pulling away slightly, Malik switched the angle of his head, coming at Tynan’s lips from the other direction. He chuckled softly as their noses bumped each other. “You’re so beautiful,” Malik said softly. “Inside and out, I can see that in your soul.”

Tynan’s deep moan sent shivers through Malik’s body. His eyes were still closed, but he pressed the top half of his body closer, and Malik moved his hands down Tynan’s back, helping to give the pressure his mate seemed to want.

Tynan’s hands ran up the sides of Malik’s neck, causing another all-over-body shake.

Strong fingers mapped out the bumps on his skull.

It was as if Tynan had decided to start exploring and he was starting from the top.

It was Malik’s turn to lean into the touch.

It had been a long time since he’d had anything but a quick five-minute relief with another person in the back room of a bar somewhere.

Tynan’s fingers trailed down the back of his neck, reaching the collar of Malik’s overalls.

Before he could blink, Malik ended up on his back with Tynan on top of him – Tynan’s magic was giving them a helping hand, it seemed - their kisses morphing into desperate territory.

Malik’s hand gripped Tynan’s back more firmly, his palms and fingers mapping out the slender lines of Tynan’s back through his robe, cupping his behind.

Tynan’s leg lifted, hooking over Malik’s hip, and Malik slid his hand along Tynan’s thigh, moving them slightly so two hard cocks could rub together, separated by just two layers of clothing – his overalls and Tynan’s tights.

Those tights. Malik groaned against Tynan’s lips as his hands slid under the bottom edge of Tynan’s robe, feeling the soft silkiness of the sensual material.

The material did nothing to hide Tynan’s tight butt cheeks, curving around them like a second skin, and Malik’s fingers were curving with them.

Tynan thrust and moaned, breaking his lips free of Malik’s as he thrust again.

“Too many clothes,” Tynan groaned. “My body…it’s like it’s on fire. There’re too many clothes.”

I can help with that, but even as Malik thought it Tynan clearly had, too. Suddenly he was the one groaning as the silkiness of Tynan’s skin was pressed against his own.

“Good use of magic,” Malik purred as he buried his nose in the crook of Tynan’s neck, sniffing along the area that would soon host his claiming bite. Tynan’s hair was brushing against his ears, and he tilted his head slightly, feeling it drape over the top of his skull.

“My guts are tied up inside,” Tynan panted, even as his fingers were trailing over Malik’s shoulders and collarbone.

“I need…” He pushed down with his hips again, his cock definitely dancing with Malik’s.

“I can definitely feel that. It needs to go inside of me. I’m not sure how…

Lube!” he said suddenly, sitting more upright, which was a shame because Malik’s tongue had been on a direct line to Tynan’s left nipple.

“Er…yes. We should talk.” Malik’s cheeks heated. “Did you want me inside you? Have you ever done that before?”

“Not with you, obviously, and no” - Tynan arched his back and wiggled his hips – “I’ve never had anyone else…up there…but I want you. I know that deep in my gut. I want you to do it. We just need lubricant.”

“Are you sure, Ty? I’m not exactly beginner-sized.”

“Extra lubricant, then. Feel. Feel me quick. My magic is actually working. I think there’s lube there now…you know, where it needs to go.”

Really? Malik carefully eased his little finger inside the deep crack between Tynan’s butt cheeks.

There was definite stickiness there. Malik pressed against Tynan’s opening because his mate hadn’t mentioned anything about a muscle relaxant.

But after a moment’s tightness, Tynan’s hole accepted his finger, and Malik curled his toes as his finger sank into warm, slick pressure.

Easing that finger out, Malik watched his mate’s face intently as he used his middle finger, and then two of them, making sure Tynan wasn’t feeling any discomfort.

“My mating mark’s tingling.” Tynan chuckled. “Can you feel it? It’s on my right hip.”

Malik added a third finger to Tynan’s hole before using his other hand to slide around Tynan’s butt cheek to his hip.

He couldn’t see down there – he was still watching Tynan’s face – but his fingers were surprisingly sensitive despite his calluses.

He could feel the slightest ridges as his fingers met Tynan’s mating mark, and Malik traced the lines – they did feel hotter than Tynan’s skin.

His rhino rumbled in pleasure. He knew that was their mark – that horn belonged to them, and while it wasn’t where anyone else would ever see it, it was their mark on Tynan’s body, from well before they had even met. His rhino really liked that idea.

Malik had a more pressing problem, namely with his fingers deep in Tynan’s hole, and having his mate pressed on his body, what that combination was doing to him.

He really wanted his cock to be surrounded by the same warmth and pressure his fingers were feeling, but Tynan’s ass was virgin territory… He held back.

“Your fingers fit, I’m sure I’m ready. I need you to be in there.”

“I want that, too,” Malik groaned as he gently eased his fingers out. “I’m not small, and if you haven’t done this before…”

“I’m your mate. You’re meant to fit inside me.

That’s how it goes, right?” Tynan trailed his fingers across Malik’s nipples, giving both sides a bit of a pinch – a sensation Malik felt all the way to his groin.

“If I lift up” - pressing down on Malik’s chest for leverage, Tynan lifted his butt into the air – “you can put it where it needs to be, and I’ll sink down onto it. I’m very flexible.”

The last thing Malik wanted to be thinking about was how flexible Tynan might be.

One puff of breath across the head of his cock and he’d be making a mess everywhere.

However, realizing that Tynan was well past the age of a grown man, Malik had to trust that his mate knew what he wanted, even if he wasn’t sure what he was doing.

Sliding one hand under Tynan’s butt, Malik grabbed the base of his cock, lifting it so it was more upright.

“Tynan, I need you to open your eyes and look at me,” he said, his voice deepening.

The man’s face was gorgeous in his passion, his eyes heavy-lidded, his full lips swollen, and the light in his eyes was beautiful to see.

“You need to tell me if you’re uncomfortable in any way.

It would kill me to hurt you.” It was a worry Malik had lived with since he’d known what his dick could do.

Men or women, it didn’t matter. His cock wasn’t longer than average – just an inch or so - but his girth often caused people discomfort.

Usually, he settled for somebody’s willing hand around his dick, or occasionally an enthusiastic mouth around his cockhead, but he didn’t get to experience full penetration very often.

“It’s sweet that you care.” Tynan’s eyes met his as he slapped his own chest. “I can feel it in here. I need you. I want you. My magic’s flowing through me, and I can’t describe it, but I know this is the right thing to do.”

It was almost as though Malik could see Tynan’s magic flowing over his skin like a fluctuating blue tinge. It was another quirk that set his mate apart, but Malik was hardly going to complain. It wasn’t hurting him, or Tynan, and that was all that mattered.

“I’ve got it in place,” he said gruffly. “Can you feel that? You just move slowly – really slowly, Ty.”

“Oh, oh,” Tynan said, as he sank down about an inch, huffing and puffing as he did it. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, I can feel that, I can feel that… Need more lube!”

The fae’s magic must’ve been paying close attention because as soon as Tynan said it, Malik’s cock was suddenly drenched with a warm sticky substance that smelled slightly sweet. That works.

Malik couldn’t stop watching Tynan’s face as the man worked his butt over Malik’s cock. The slightest twitch or hesitation, and Malik was there, holding Tynan’s hips steady as the man breathed out long and slow in an effort to help his body relax.

Tynan was really focused, as if the only thing he wanted to do in his life was have Malik’s cock in his ass. Considering they’d barely done more than have a brief chat and a hot kiss, for Malik, that was a heady feeling.

But maybe that’s who Tynan was, he reasoned – trying to take his mind off how wonderful Tynan’s body felt around him. Maybe Tynan was the type of fae who made a decision and then followed through regardless. Malik could respect that.

When they were finally done, when Malik’s cock was as deep into his mate’s body as it could go, Malik swallowed a sudden lump that appeared in his throat. “Hold still, Ty,” he said, his voice raspy. “Give your body a chance to adjust.”

“I feel so full.” Tynan’s eyes were closed again, but his fingers were tracing patterns all over Malik’s chest. “Unusual, but it feels right. You feel right.”

Malik grunted, trying to clear his throat. “You do realize,” he said softly, “that when we start to move, I’m going to claim you. I should’ve spoken to you about this before, but I won’t be able to stop once we get caught up in what we’re doing. If you’re not ready, I can pull out…”

“Don’t you dare!” Tynan’s eyes flew open. “After all the time it took to get you in there. I’m claiming you, and you’d better be ready to claim me back. I didn’t go into this half-assed, you know.”

“I was just checking.” Malik stroked over Tynan’s cock, feeling it start to harden under his fingers. “Move as you want to when you’re ready. I’ll match your pace.”

Tynan groaned and thrust into Malik’s touch, his hips and upper body moving more sensually than Malik had ever seen anyone do before.

Malik’s hips were trapped, and he could only manage small thrusts, but as Tynan chased the sensations he was getting through his cock and ass, he started to move up and down as well.

Every time Tynan’s hips came down over him, Malik pushed up with his hips, the sensations from Tynan’s body moving around his cock were more intense than he’d ever felt from hand or mouth.

Tynan’s body was coaxing him, urging him to move faster, to thrust harder and Malik couldn’t do anything but get swept up in his mate’s passion.

As his heavy balls tightened and Malik felt a familiar ache in his lower abs, the urge to push Tynan over and rut into him was huge, but Malik hung on, focusing on Tynan, letting Tynan have the control, letting him set the pace.

His climax hit quickly, but Malik felt it in every inch of his body.

The tinge of blue around Tynan’s skin flared brighter, and Tynan slapped his hand on Malik’s neck, calling out some words in a language Malik had never heard.

Malik felt a slight nip of pain, as if someone had pinched him, but it was over so fast and was quickly followed by a surge of magic that ran through his entire body.

His rhino bellowed, taking in the magic. Malik pulled Tynan’s chest down, securing his teeth in the side of Tynan’s neck. As he bit down, his cock erupted, and his hand was suddenly covered in spunk as Tynan did the same.

There was a decisive click in Malik’s soul, and it was as if he could suddenly hear a musical note – one single pure tone – that rang through his ears as he slowly freed his teeth and licked over the wound that was already starting to scar.

He opened his eyes to see a pair of beautiful wings had sprung from Tynan’s back and his mate’s face was more ethereal than ever.

“My wonderful mate,” he said in barely a whisper, “and Ty, you’d better believe I’m yours, too.”

“I can feel you.” Tynan nodded as a single tear flowed down his cheek. “My coming to Earth has finally made sense. I can’t believe I found my person.”

“You will never be alone again,” Malik promised. Wrapping his arms around his mate’s back, taking care to avoid the wings, Malik held him close, breathing in their joined scents and just enjoying the closeness.