Malcolm Bright

"What," he breathed, stealing another kiss as his hand moved a little more quickly, wanting more to see Malcolm succumb to primalism than be any type of cruel kindness, and feeling his own climax coil at the small of his back.

"It's okay," he assured with a rumble of his timber coming with the tightness of his own orgasm, edging there, waiting for the Malcolm's release before he indulged himself. He didn't think Malcolm needed the reassurance, but he kind of did, even if it was for himself.