“See. So slow,” Danny said, finally pulling back for another stroke, but even that was sweet agony in its rhythm. And then—
“Danny.” Mal’s mind blanked out as Danny sparked inside of him as he moved. He thought that if Danny would only touchhim, even a single stroke would be the end. But Danny didn’t. He kept his hand at Mal’s hip.
“I like my name on your lips, Cho…like the way you say it. Like that youknow it. You. Just you. You’re the only one who’s ever had me like this.”
A swell of possessive pride filled Mal’s chest. Damn right, he was the only one, the only person Danny could ever reveal his powers to while intimately connected.
Danny was his. He wanted to roleplay hero and villain, wanted to feel powerful? Mal liked that game on the streets of Olympus; he had no qualms about playing it in the bedroom. It meant that Mal was the only one who got to see the real Danny Grant, where the cowl and what lay beneath it blurred, and it gave Mal more control than even Danny realized.
And it felt so good—the slow pace, the sparking, the heat of the kid. Heat, in the right situations, could feel amazing, Mal knew, but he’d never imagined it like this.
“I’m not speeding up until you beg me to,” Danny huffed. “How long can you last?”
“How long canyoulast,” Mal countered.
Danny bit the back of Mal’s neck where he’d kissed him. “That’s what’s so fun about you, Cho. You always gotta push back.”
He called Mal’s bluff because apparently, he could last indefinitely. Several pitiful whimpers made it past Mal’s lips.
“Got something to say, Ice Man?”
He was such a little shit. Mal couldn’t deny that it turned him on more. “Stop messing around, Sparky. Comeon.”
“Come on, what?”
“Faster.”
“Ask nicely.”
Fuckthis kid. Mal was going to ice him just to spite him after this. He needed to be touched. Needed Danny to go faster. “Please.”
Danny hummed and whispered, “My pleasure.”
Another moan ripped from Mal’s lips as Danny’s pace quickened—deep and sharp and right where he needed it. Mal lost his breath as he felt Danny crackle with power. It should have been too much, but it left every inch of Mal vibrating.
If Danny wasn’t going to touch him, then Mal had to touch himself. He reached between his legs—
“Not yet.” Danny snatched his wrist up and held it prisoner against his stomach.
“Danny.”
Danny’s hand was still, but his hips continued to move and spark. Mal moaned again at the sharp thrusts hitting him just right. He was close to coming without being touched, but he didn’t want that. He needed a hand on him—his own, Danny’s, he didn’t care which.
“No,” Danny said as if reading his thoughts. “Louder.”
Mal was losing his mind. He should hate this. He had never, ever allowed something like this with anyone else. But this was Danny Grant, Zeus himself, and it felt so, so good.
So Mal gave in. Let himself be loud. Let the moans leave him unhindered. Leaning his head back against Danny’s shoulder, he pressed his hips back harder too. “Please,” he begged, playing the game, because even if in Danny’s mind he won this round, Mal still won too. He had Zeus here, after all, in his bed—all his.
Releasing Mal’s wrist, Danny reached down to take him in hand. The sparks moving through the rest of his body returned to his fingers as they passed into the silky smooth wetness. The firm, tingling grip, after being so long denied, so heightened, meant it only took three good strokes before Mal held his breath and finally, finally finished.
He sagged into the bed even as Danny kept on, giving several good thrusts more before he tumbled over the edge with Mal. An all over shudder pulsed through Danny’s body like an electric shock. Mal couldn’t describe it—any of it. Couldn’t liken any sensation in his entire life to what Danny had just done to him. He’d never been with another Elemental. All he knew was that someday soon he’d want to feel it again.
Gasping into Mal’s shoulder as he caught his breath, Danny let out a beautiful, relieved exhale like that was everything he’d wanted. Pulling his soiled hand away, he was careful not to get it on the comforter or on Mal, which would have been thoughtful if he didn’t accompany it with another bite to Mal’s neck. Grimacing, Mal shivered at the mix of pleasure and pain, harsh but not too rough, just like how Danny fought.
As Danny pulled away, it dawned on Mal that he hadn’t actually seen Danny put on the condom. He always made sure to witness that. It was just smart business. Mal didn’t have regulars. Barely slept with anyone he could stand. He always wore a condom and always watched his partner put one on if their positions were reversed.
Peering over his shoulder, Mal watched as Danny rolled the condomoff. Sloppy. Always so sloppy with Danny. He had to be better. Had to get his head on straight with this kid and stop getting so easily caught up in his whirlwind.
