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Duncan sank in closer, and he buried his face into Malt’s fuzzy chest. Malt’s wings were like a warm blanket, and he smiled as they tucked a little tighter around him.
Yup. Definitely a stroke.
Damn, but it was so very nice to be held.
The simple embrace wasn’t inherently sexual, but comforting and sweet. Duncan wondered if Malt was as lonely as he was, if maybe he’d sensed it, and that was why they were both drawn together as they were.
Or perhaps that was the concussion talking again.
Duncan closed his eyes and drifted back off for a bit.
He felt Malt stir, and he hugged him tight. “Mmmph.”
Malt stilled. “Thought I was going to suck your brains?”
“I’m very comfy,” Duncan mumbled. “Don’t move.”
“Please?”
“Don’t move,please.”
Malt settled back down, and he rubbed Duncan’s back. “How is your head?”
“No complaints.”
Malt chittered in confusion.
“I mean, it’s okay. Still hurts a bit.” Duncan couldn’t believe he was flirting. He cleared his throat, glancing up at Malt. “I’m Duncan, by the way. You live here alone?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” Duncan became aware then that his cock had certain ideas of its own, thanks to the close proximity. He didn’t dare move now, especially since it was pressed right into Malt’s groin.
He thought he felt something there, but…
It definitely couldn’t be what he thought it was because there weretwo.
Duncan would later regret this, but he rolled his hips forward to press into the hardness.
Malt gasped, and his eyes flickered.
Yup. There were absolutely two of them. Two dicks. Two somethings.
Malt squeezed Duncan’s sides, his body grinding against his in kind as he groaned softly.
Duncan’s cock throbbed, and his fingers dug into Malt’s fur. He swallowed thickly, and he had no idea what he was doing or what was going to happen, but he really hoped it ended with an orgasm because—
“You must rest,” Malt said, abruptly pulling back. His hand settled on Duncan’s hip, and he patted him. “Rest now.”
“How about we take care of this—” Duncan insistently rubbed his dick against Malt’s answering hardness. “—and then rest?”
“No.”
Duncan scowled. “But—”
“Another time.” Malt smiled. At least, the lower part of his face seemed to curl up in what appeared to be a smile. “You rest first.”
“Well. Okay.” Duncan cleared his throat. “So, you found me out there?”
