You’re both immersed in the desperate, heated ecstasy of each other’s touch, Mallek’s tongue sopping wet inside your own mouth, his hands giving your shirt hasty tugs as if in an attempt to rip them out. Vivid cerulean eyes light up your vision once in a while as he takes breaths between his sloppy kisses and stares deep inside your eyes. God, did that give you the shivers. In a good way, though.
When suddenly, his thumb slides down your trousers, slowly pulling it down, and immediately you get conscious of where this is going- and the thought of this situation escalating, as pleasant as it may seem, it feels pretty unnerving since you have no idea of what to expect. A nervous whimper comes out of your mouth in surprise. At that exact moment, Mallek stops in his tracks and interrupts the kiss. Worried, he asks you if everything is okay. You answer with a yes, and he brings his hands to himself. Did he somehow understand that as an expression of pain? Were his claws poking too hard at your skin? His movements, too fast? His face quickly changes from a sly grin to an awkward expression of concern.
Nope, this was not what you were trying to get to. He’s now gazing at you, as if he accidentally did something wrong and is waiting for a punishment. You try to make him feel less weird, saying that you just didn’t want to get down and dirty with him. Your lover understands you completely, and doesn’t try to pressure you into doing it. Maybe the way you tried bringing it to a halt was a bit too harsh. But in the end, he does feel better knowing that he didn’t hurt you in any way, and his face returns to his usual toothy smirk. He rolls over to a side of the bed, to where you eagerly follow. Both of you embrace each other as you slowly drift off to a peaceful slumber.