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You've been sitting on Malleus's lap for the past hour or so, enjoying a slow, sloppy makeout session on one of your rare days off. His tongue thoroughly mapping out every detail in your mouth, yours doing the same. Biting at his lips and occasionally earning a small smirk or a buck of his hips. A few minutes later and you find your hand curiously wandering up to pet his horns. You haven't had many chances to touch them, most of the time being too distracted by Malleus's skilled hands to even consider it. You let your curiosity getting the better of you, sliding your hand up until the fingertip touch the base of one of the horns.
He flinches under you, but doesn't show any other signs of having noticed the touch so you keep going. Sliding your fingers up the underside of his left horn. He gasp into your mouth so you give them another exploratory stroke in the opposite direction. You know you've struck gold when he moans into you so you keep playing with them, using both hands now, you thumb over the ridges on his horns, grabbing at them, pinching the tips, just giving them all the love.
Meanwhile he's groaning into the kiss, trying to deepen it while gripping your hips harder, bucking up and grinding against you in uncharacteristic display of desperation. You finally break the kiss, looking down at him, his face and ears covered in a deep blush like you've never seen on him before. The normally cool and composed Malleus Draconia, panting heavily and making a noise that could only be classified as a whimper as you slowly drug your nails across his horns. He looks down and off to the side, shyly explaining how sensitive they are. You ask him if he wants you to stop.
When he doesn't answer, you begin to pull your hands away. He quickly reaches up and grabs your wrists to stop you from retreating. Still too embarrassed to make eye contact he tells you not to stop. You smile softly, gently pulling on his horns, earning a gasp as you tilt his head back to face you. You lean forward, whispering into his ear. All you had to do was ask.
You lick the inside of his ear as you once again begin playing with his horns. He moans, louder now that your mouth isn't there to muffle the sounds. He brings a hand up to his mouth, trying to muffle himself so no one else hears, leaning into your shoulder and using his free hand to pull you impossibly closer. You glance up at the horns, an idea popping into your head.
You lean over to the one nearest to you, pressing your tongue flat against the base and drag it up as far as you can reach, ending the gesture with an experimental bite as your teeth get caught on the ridges. His eyes go wide as he cums, biting down on your shoulder to quite the absolutely filthy moan you just drug out of him. You continue to lick and bite the horn, massaging the other with your hand to work him over until he's shaking from the overstimulation.
You lean back, taking in the sight of his flushed and teary expression with a satisfied smile. You drag your hand through his hair, careful not to touch his horns, though you feel him shudder when you get close. You suddenly grin, leaning into him as you purr. Good boy. He let's out a breathy laugh as he leans back, letting his head hit the headboard. You truly are a menace.