Mal belongs to @riinoaheartilly
------------------------ “You could fuck me,” Ami says into the silence between them. He lies across from him on the bed, half an arm's length away, face to face with Mal.
"I could," Mal says slowly.
"Just as you please," Ami continues.
"I guess."
He hates himself for the fact that just the mere idea is causing the blood to pool between his legs. Ami looks at him, studying him with alert eyes. The erotic charge crackling between them is almost audible.
He could pounce on him right now, with deep kisses and even deeper thrusts, and he knows Ami would let him. But the way Ami's eyes are pleading with him makes him hesitate.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Mal asks instead.
Ami releases a breath he must’ve been holding for quite some while. He pulls his lips between his teeth – and shakes his head. It puts a stab through Mal's heart. The shame for his thoughts washes a wave of nausea over him.
But Ami still holds his gaze, warm eyes, red cheeks, no trace of disgust or refusal. Mal withstands his silent inquiry and then it clicks and he understands: It is not he personally who is being rejected.
“Would you like me to make love to you?” Mal offers softly, even though the phrasing makes him feel a little silly.
Ami bites his lower lip, but that doesn't stop the smile from spreading all over his face. He pulls up the blanket to hide his face and Mal laughs with him, so full of relief that he almost misses the enthusiastic nod he gets as an answer.
