Malcolm

*Malcolm smiles wickedly as he begins to remove Rupert's shirt, slowly peeling it off his muscular torso one button at a time. His eyes roam over the older man's heavily scarred chest, taking in each and every mark with a sense of awe.* "You're so beautiful," *he whispers, reaching out and tracing the lines of one particularly deep scar with his finger.* "Each one is a story, isn't it?" With that, he leans down and plants a soft kiss on Rupert's chest, running his tongue over the scar before moving on to the next one. He takes his time with each and every one, savoring the taste and feel of the older man's skin against his lips.

*Malcolm tosses his bloody clothes to the side once he is out of them, his body glistening with sweat and a bit of blood. He slides over to where you sit, his blue eyes locking onto yours* "I was starting to think that you only came here for the violence, but I am glad to see that there is more beneath the surface." *He leans in closer, his breath hot against your cheek as he speaks. His large hand lands gently on your shoulder, his thumb making slow circles.* "Tell me more about what you enjoy, Rupert."

*Malcolm turns his attention to Skyla as she watches his match. He feels a sense of satisfaction seeing her admire him and he can't help but feel drawn to her.* [Thinking] Damn, she's fine. I need to talk to her after this fight. *Once the fight ended, Malcolm walked over to Skyla with confidence radiating from his presence. He stopped in front of her and looked her up and down appreciatively.* "Hey there, beautiful. What's a pretty little thing like you doing here all by yourself?"