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Malcolm was in the underground fighting ring, his boss putting him there to make some money off of him. he had a crazed smile on his face. his teeth were bloody, but he didn’t seem fazed. Currently he was beating the shit out of his opponent. When you catch his eyes in the crowd something so alluring about you but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

"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 stops at Rupert's words and looks up at him, his eyes softening slightly at the look of vulnerability etched on the older man's face. He moves back up to press his lips against Rupert's, wanting to convey everything he was feeling through the kiss."

"I love you too," "he murmurs once their lips part. "I've never felt this way before... the way you make me feel." He cups Rupert's cheek in his hand, his thumb tracing over his cheekbone as he looks deeply into his eyes."

"Let me show you how much I love you." "With a wicked grin, he leans down and begins to work on removing Rupert's pants."

"Malcolm smirks at Rupert's obvious arousal, his fingers working their way down the older man's pants. Once they were undone, he slides his hand inside and grasps the hot, throbbing flesh of his cock tightly."

He leans in close, his lips brushing against Rupert's ear as he whispers; "Do you want this? Tell me what you want." "He strokes the head of Rupert's cock with his thumb, applying gentle pressure as he waits for the other man's answer."

"Malcolm grins wickedly at Rupert's words, his grip on his cock tightening slightly." "You got it," "he murmurs, sliding down the bed until he was level with Rupert's waist."

With practiced ease, he pulls the older man's pants down his legs, exposing the throbbing length of his cock. He leans forward and wraps his lips around the tip of it, swirling his tongue around it as he takes as much of it into his mouth as he could.

As he begins to bob his head up and down, his hand working the base of Rupert's shaft, he moans softly into his flesh. The sound vibrates through Rupert's body, sending shivers down his spine as Malcolm works him over.

"Malcolm's mouth works expertly up and down Rupert’s girth, taking all of the older man into his mouth. He suckles and bobs his head up and down, using his tongue to tease the head with long licks. He runs his fingers up Rupert’s thigh, now massaging his balls which were straining with morbid intensity."

He looks up at Rupert from under his lashes, his mouth still full of cock as he does so. There was something about the way the older man looked right now, as his veins popped, and his muscles flexed that made Malcolm feel alive.

Feeling the first twitches and spasms in Rupert's cock, he pulls back and looks up at him with dark eyes. "I want you inside me," *he rasps, suddenly desperate to feel the older man's thickness buried deep inside him

"Malcolm chuckles at Rupert's concern, his lips curling into a wicked smile."

"I can take it," "he says with a teasing grin, before pulling Rupert close to him and kissing him deeply on the mouth."

He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out some lube, squirting some in his hand before rubbing it over Rupert's cock. He positions himself on all fours, his ass high in the air as he looks back at Rupert with a devilish smile.*

"Come on," "he murmurs, wiggling his ass enticingly." "I want you to use me as hard as you can. Make me scream for more."

"Malcolm nods eagerly, his breath coming out in short gasps as he feels Rupert's cock beginning to press inside him. He moans softly, his fingers digging into the sheets as he tries to relax and take him in."

"Yes," "he pants, his body trembling as he gets used to the sensation of being so completely filled." "I want it rough. I want you to fuck me like an animal."

"Malcolm almost whimpers with pleasure and desire as Rupert's thick cock stretches him, but he forces himself to remain still until the older man is ready to continue."

"Yes," *he breathes, looking over his shoulder at Rupert with eyes that were smoky with lust. "I want it rough. I want you to use me however you like."

"Malcolm whimpers as Rupert bottoms out inside him, his body almost bowing under the force of his thick cock. But he was no stranger to this type of rough play, and he eagerly meets each of Rupert's thrusts, his own humping back against him with equal savagery."

"Oh god," "he cries out, feeling Rupert's hands gripping his hips tightly as he begins to pound into him with brutal force. He can feel him deep inside him, battering against his prostate with each forceful thrust. The pain and pleasure were too much to bear, and he screams out in ecstasy as he is overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of their coupling."

"Malcolm's body is responding to Rupert with equal intensity. He can feel his orgasm building inside him, a pressure that was threatening to explode."

"Faster!" *he screams, his voice hoarse with passion as he meets Rupert's every thrust. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

He can feel Rupert's enormous cock slamming into him, hitting all the right spots with each forceful movement. The pain and pleasure are too much to bear, and he cries out as he cums hard, his body shaking violently beneath Rupert's as he shoots his load all over the sheets.*

"Malcolm screams out in pleasure as Rupert manhandles him, his wrists held tightly in his hands as he pumps into him with brutal force. The sensation of being so completely at his mercy, of being used and abused like an object of desire drove him wild with lust."

"Oh god, yes!" *he cries out, his body writhing and bucking beneath him as he lets himself go to the pleasure of their union. "Fuck me harder! Give me more!"

He can feel himself getting close again, the pressure building inside him to an almost unbearable level. With each thrust, his orgasm edged closer, until he finally couldn't take it anymore. With a loud cry, he cums again, his body shaking uncontrollably as his seed spills out all over Rupert's cock.*

"Malcolm's body was almost completely numb with pleasure. He can barely register the feel of Rupert's thick cock pounding into him with such force, so consumed was he by the sensation of being used so thoroughly."

He can feel himself getting close again, his body trembling with the intensity of his approaching orgasm. The pressure inside him was almost unbearable, until finally, with a loud cry, he cums for a third time, his body writhing in ecstasy beneath Rupert's as his seed spills out all over the sheets.*

"Oh god," "he gasps, feeling completely spent and utterly satisfied." "That was amazing."

"Malcolm is almost delirious with pleasure, his body shaking uncontrollably beneath Rupert's relentless assault. He could barely form coherent thoughts at this point, so consumed was he by the sensations coursing through him."

"Yes," *he moans, his eyes rolling back in his head as he gives himself over completely to Rupert's powerful thrusts. "More, give me more!"

He can feel himself getting close again, his body trembling on the edge of another orgasm as he grinds himself back against Rupert with abandon.*

"Malcolm can feel the grip on his neck and he grows more excited. The sensation of being under Rupert's control only serves to heighten his arousal, as he grinds himself back against him with increasing force."

"Yes," "he moans, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the brink. The pressure inside him was almost unbearable, until finally, he feels himself teetering precariously on the edge of another orgasm."

"Faster," "he gasps, his body writhing in ecstasy as Rupert drives him relentlessly toward the explosive release he craves."

"Malcolm cries out in ecstasy as Rupert pounds him to his own orgasm, his body convulsing with pleasure as he feels the hot fluid filling him up from deep within. The sensation of being completely drained and filled at the same time is almost too much to bear, and he can feel his own cock twitching and pulsating with the aftershocks of his earlier release."

As Rupert pulls out of him, he feels empty and sated at the same time, his body limp and spent from the intensity of their coupling. He lies there for a long moment, his breathing ragged and uneven as he tries to regain his composure after such an intense experience.

Finally, he looks over at Rupert and grins, feeling an inexplicable connection between them still. "That was amazing," he says breathlessly, his eyes twinkling with a mix of satisfaction and

"Don't worry about it," "Malcolm says, grinning at him and patting his arm reassuringly." "I've been through worse, trust me. And besides," "he adds with a mischievous twinkle in his eye," "it was totally worth it to feel you inside me like that."

He stretches out on the bed, feeling a lazy sense of contentment wash over him. "Honestly, I'm feeling pretty damn good right now. How about you?"

"He looks at Rupert expectantly, wondering if he's feeling as exhilarated and satisfied as he is."

"Hey, no need to be embarrassed," "Malcolm says, smiling warmly at Rupert." "We just shared something pretty intimate, you know? There's nothing wrong with feeling good about it."

He reaches over and takes Rupert's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Honestly, I had a really great time with you. I hope we can do it again sometime."

"Is everything okay?" "Malcolm asks, sensing Rupert's discomfort." "You seem a bit... hesitant, I guess. Is there something on your mind?"

"He looks at him with concern, wondering if there's anything he can do to put him at ease."

"Oh, I see," "Malcolm says, taking in Rupert's words with understanding." "It's okay. Sometimes after doing something like this, we can get a little lost in our thoughts and feelings. But you don't have to feel dirty or ashamed, Rupert. What we did was just two consenting adults enjoying each other's company. No harm done, right?"

He smiles reassuringly at Rupert, hoping to ease the weight on his shoulders. "If you need someone to talk to about it, or if there's anything else you want to do or try, just let me know. I'm here for you, okay?"

"That's a valid concern," "Malcolm says, nodding in agreement." "But don't worry. We can get tested if that would help put your mind at ease. And as for the roughness, well, I enjoyed it. You did nothing wrong, and honestly, it was exactly what I needed."

"He leans over and places a hand on Rupert's cheek, looking at him with gentle affection." "You're a good man, Rupert. Don't ever doubt that. And if you're feeling bad about what we did, just remember that I wanted it just as much as you did. No harm done."

*Malcolm chuckles at Rupert's remark, feeling a sense of pride at his own size and strength. "No, I'm not hurt," he says, grinning. "If anything, I enjoyed every moment of it. You're quite the skilled lover, Rupert. Don't sell yourself short."

"He stretches out on the bed, feeling a surge of arousal as he thinks back to their encounter." "Honestly, I'd do it all over again if I could. You're definitely someone worth keeping around."

"Of course it's a compliment," "Malcolm says with a chuckle, watching as Rupert gets up from the bed." "And the bathroom's just down the hall to your left. You can't miss it."

"He watches as Rupert disappears from view, wondering what he's thinking about. It's hard to read other people's thoughts sometimes, but he hopes that he's been able to make a good impression on him."

"Yeah, I guess it is," "Malcolm says, sitting up and watching as Rupert gets dressed." "But that doesn't have to be a bad thing, you know? We still had a good time together, and that's something to cherish."

"He gets up from the bed, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought of Rupert leaving." "If you ever want to do this again, or if you just want to hang out sometime, you know where to find me."

"He gives Rupert a small smile, hoping that he'll take him up on his offer."

"Malcolm watches as Rupert leaves, feeling a sense of disappointment at his lack of response. But he understands why he might be hesitant or unsure about seeing him again. It's not for everyone, after all."

"He sits on the edge of the bed, looking out the window at the busy city streets below. It's another lonely night in the city, but at least he had someone to share it with, if only for a little while."

"Malcolm was indeed fighting that night, and as he made his way into the arena, he felt a sense of excitement coursing through his veins. He loved the thrill of fighting in front of an audience, and he knew that tonight was going to be a good night."

"As he steps into the ring, he spots Rupert standing off to the side, trying to stay out of sight. But Malcolm can always tell when someone's watching him, and he flashes a small smile in his direction."

"During the fight, Malcolm gives it his all, his muscles rippling with each punch and kick. The crowd goes wild as he finally knocks his opponent out cold, and he exits the ring with a sense of satisfaction."

"Noticing that Rupert is still there, he makes his way over to him, feeling a sense of curiosity about why he's come back."

"Thanks," "Malcolm says with a wry grin, wiping the sweat from his brow." "It's always better when you've got an audience. Did you enjoy the fight?"

"He can sense the nervousness in Rupert's voice, and a part of him wonders if it's because he's intimidated by his size and strength. But he tries to put him at ease, wanting to get to know him better." "So, what brings you back here? Not that I'm complaining, mind you."

"I see," "Malcolm says, nodding in understanding." "Well, you're always welcome here. And if you ever want me to give you a private show, all you have to do is say the word."

"He smirks, teasing Rupert a little. He knows that he might not be interested in anything more with him, but he can't help trying to rile him up a bit."

"Malcolm chuckles at Rupert's response, enjoying the way he's blushing." "Yeah, just you and me. It'll be an experience you won't forget, I promise."

"He winks at him, not really expecting him to take him up on his offer. But there's a part of him that hopes that he will, that they can have another night together like before." "What do you say? Are you up for it?"

"Malcolm grins at Rupert's response, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the way he's responding to him." "Well, well. I had a feeling you might say that. Come on, let's go somewhere more private."

"He leads Rupert out of the arena and back to his apartment, not wasting any time in getting down to business. As soon as they enter his bedroom, he's all over him, his hands running over his body as he kisses him deeply."

"I've been waiting for this," "he says between kisses, his cock hardening as Rupert responds to him." "I hope you're ready for another wild ride."

"Malcolm grins at Rupert’s response, feeling a rush of excitement coursing through his veins. He could hardly wait to get reacquainted with Rupert's gorgeous body."

"As he continues to kiss him, he starts to undress him, his hands roaming over his muscles as he pulls off his shirt and begins to kiss down his chest." "You're still so hot," "he murmurs between kisses, reveling in the feel of his skin against his own."

"Once they're both completely naked, he climbs onto the bed with him, positioning himself on top and pushing their bodies together until they are intimately close. Then he begins to grind his hips slowly against Rupert's, the heat between them building with each passing moment."

"Malcolm chuckles at Rupert’s remark, his hips still grinding against him, his hard length rubbing against Rupert's with each movement."

"I always get a little sweaty when I fight," "he replies, still panting with exertion." "It's just part of the job. But I'm glad you like it."

"He presses his lips to Rupert's again, groaning as he feels their bodies pressing tightly together. Each kiss and touch make him want more of Rupert, and he begins to thrust his hips harder, eager for release."

"Malcolm moans into Rupert's mouth as he feels his hand moving over his ass, his body shuddering with pleasure. He breaks away from the kiss momentarily to gasp for breath, his lips pressing to Rupert’s ear."

"Fuck, you know how to drive me crazy," "he murmurs in a low voice, his hips still grinding against Rupert's." "I need you, right now."

"He reaches a hand between their bodies to wrap around both of their hard cocks, stroking them simultaneously as he tries to bring them both over the edge."

"Malcolm grunts as he feels Rupert's watchful gaze on him. He is focused on bringing them both to release, his hand working quickly over their hard cocks as his hips continue to grind against Rupert's. Sweat pours down his forehead, dampening his hairline as he pants for breath. He knows he's getting close and he can only hope that Rupert is as well."

"I'm gonna cum," "he pants, his voice low and throaty with need." "Get ready, Rupert."

With one final stroke of his hand, he feels the tension inside him snap and he explodes between them, hot jets of cum spilling out over their torsos. It feels like an eternity before he can fully relax, his body shuddering with aftershocks. And when he finally comes down from the high, he collapses onto Rupert's chest, completely

"Malcolm chuckles at Rupert's remark, still panting heavily from the intense release."

"Adorable, huh? I'm not sure how to take that," "he says with a teasing smile, looking up at Rupert from where he's laying across his chest."

At that moment, he becomes aware of Rupert's own arousal and he raises himself off Rupert's chest, looking down at him with a questioning expression. "What about you, Rupert? Are you ready to let go yet?"

"Malcolm grins slightly at Rupert's words, his own cock twitching with anticipation."

"Don't worry about it," "he murmurs, pushing himself up off of Rupert and sitting back on his haunches. He strokes his own arousal languidly as he looks down at him." "I've got all the time in the world to make you cum."

"He leans forward, planting a soft kiss on Rupert's lips before he begins a long, slow descent down his body. His lips trace a trail down Rupert's chest, down his stomach until finally they reach his throbbing member. Without hesitation, he takes Rupert into his mouth, the warmth enveloping him as he begins to suck and tongue every inch of his hard length."

"Malcolm hums around Rupert's cock, the vibrations sending shudders of pleasure through him as he continues to work him with his tongue and lips. He takes him in deeply, then pulls back and swirls his tongue around the head before going down again. He can feel Rupert's arousal building, just as he had promised, and he revels in the power he has over him."

Rupert begins to writhe beneath him, his hips thrusting upwards instinctively as Malcolm takes him deeper into his mouth. He can feel the orgasm building within him, but it's still just out of reach, and Malcolm seems determined to draw it out for as long as possible.

"Malcolm pulls back from Rupert's cock, his lips glistening with pre-cum."

"Don't worry about it," *he murmurs, looking up at Rupert with a devilish grin. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning over to retrieve a bottle of lube from nearby. *"We'll take care of that first."

Without further ado, he coats his fingers in the lube and begins to work them into Rupert's tight hole, His fingers slowly stretching him open as Rupert gasps beneath him. When he feels that Rupert is ready, he replaces his fingers with his throbbing member in one swift thrust, filling Rupert completely.*

"You feel so good," *he says in a low voice, his hands gripping Rupert's hips tightly as he begins to move. His hips drive forward with precision, his thick length sliding in and

"Satisfied with Rupert's response, Malcolm continues to pound into him with increasing intensity, his thrusts growing harder and faster with each passing moment. He can feel himself getting close to the edge, but he doesn't want it to end just yet. He wants to make Rupert cum first."

Reaching down, he takes hold of Rupert's pulsing cock and begins to stroke it in time with his own thrusts. He can feel the pre-cum dripping from the tip as he works him with his hand, and he knows that Rupert won't be able to hold out for much longer.

"Cum for me, Rupert," "he growls, picking up the pace even further. The sensation is overwhelming, and Rupert feels like he's going to explode any second now."

"Satisfied with the result, Malcolm continues to pound into Rupert as he orgasms. He watches with a sense of satisfaction as the man lets out a deep groan and cums all over himself. The sight is erotic and beautiful, and it only serves to drive Malcolm closer to his own release."

But he can feel the end drawing near, and when he feels Rupert relax beneath him, he knows that he's almost there. So he picks up the pace yet again, slamming into him with all the strength he possesses until finally, with a satisfied roar, he cums.

"Rupert feels Malcolm's length pulse within him as he empties himself, his seed filling him completely. When it's over, he collapses on top of Rupert, their sweat-slicked bodies entwined as they both struggle for breath."

"That was amazing," *Malcolm murmurs

"No need to apologize," "Malcolm says as he pulls out of Rupert, his gaze roving over the other man's cum-coated body. He reaches for a towel and begins wiping himself down before moving to help Rupert clean up." "It was worth it."

"As he finishes cleaning up, Malcolm stands and retrieves his clothes, pulling on his pants and tucking his shirt in. When he's dressed, he turns to look at Rupert."

"You know, I could use someone like you on my team," "he says with a grin." "You certainly have some skills."

"Well, I'm a fighter," "Malcolm explains, running a hand through his hair as he looks at Rupert." "I fight in underground rings and make a pretty decent amount of money doing it. But I need someone to watch my back, someone who can help keep the shitheads off me."

He pauses for a moment before continuing. "You're definitely tough enough, and you've got some good moves. Plus, with the way you just blew my mind..." He grins wickedly at Rupert. "I think we could work well together."

"I didn't say you were," *Malcolm replies, his expression suddenly turning serious. "I just need someone who can handle themselves in a fight. Someone who's not afraid to get their hands dirty."

He takes a step closer to Rupert, his gaze never leaving the other man's face. "Look, I know it's not for everyone. It's dangerous, and there are risks involved. But the money is good, and the adrenaline rush is like nothing else. If you think you have what it takes, I'm willing to take you on."

"Fair enough," "Malcolm nods in response to Rupert's comment. He doesn't seem too perturbed by Rupert's refusal, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest as he considers the other man's question."

"Nah, it wouldn't be like that," "he says finally, a sly grin spreading across his face." "Unless, of course, you want it to be."

He chuckles at his own joke before continuing more seriously. "But really, we could just be partners. No funny business. Just two guys looking out for each other."

Malcolm meets Rupert's gaze, and for a moment he's quiet, almost as if he's considering the other man's offer. But then he shakes his head, leaning forward slightly as he speaks.

"I'm not really looking for a relationship right now," he says, his tone regretful. "I mean, don't get me wrong, you're a great guy and all, but I'm just not in the market. Besides, it could get complicated, you know? Mixing business with pleasure never turns out well."

He takes a step closer to Rupert, reaching out to grasp his hand. "But hey, that doesn't mean we can't still be friends, right? Maybe we could even spar together sometime."

Malcolm nods, seeming to understand Rupert's position. "Alright, I get it," he says with a shrug. "No hard feelings."

He turns to go, his hand on the door handle. But before he can leave, he hesitates, turning back to face the other man one more time.

"Hey, Rupert," he says, his voice now soft. "Just remember, it's okay to have boundaries. It's important to know what you want and what you don't want. Even if that means walking away from something that seems appealing at first."

He gives Rupert a small smile before opening the door and stepping out into the hallway, leaving the other man to his thoughts.

As Rupert leaves the room, he can hear the sounds of people talking and laughing from the rest of the building. The hallway is dimly lit, with flickering fluorescent lights casting shadows on the peeling paint of the walls.

He makes his way out of the building and onto the street outside. It's quiet here, with no one around except a few people wandering aimlessly in the darkness.

The night air is cool against his skin, and Rupert takes a deep breath, trying to clear his mind. Even though he's feeling regretful about what happened with Malcolm, he knows he needs to move past it. He's still a strong, capable man, and he won't let this one mistake define him.

With a newfound determination, Rupert sets off down the street, ready to face whatever comes his way.