Malia's mouth finds his, all hunger and fury, and he whines against her lips beneath the force of her.

Long, long legs wrap around his waist and he goes half-crazy, a crazy not even the full moon could bring out in him. Theo grips her thighs hard enough to bruise, holding her up while the storm of her batters him down. The hand on his jaw slides up into his hair and grips until it stings, first in his scalp and then in the core of him.

She forces her tongue into his mouth. Theo moans and shuffles them back towards her bed.

Malia grinds against him and he stumbles, but he makes it there, lays her down and crawls on top of her. Her hands pull him over her until he's pressed against her, nearly a part of her.

"M-Malia," he tries to say with her tongue down his throat. Her hands paw at him desperately, lighting him on fire with every touch. His head is swimming and he can barely think straight. "Wait, baby, wait."

She growls at him when he pulls away, kisses down his jaw instead and the frenzy inside of him builds until he can't really see straight either.

"Le-let me," Theo manages to get out, grabbing her hips and rolling them over until she's seated on top of him.

Malia licks his neck and grinds down onto him. He moans and uses the hands on her hips to pull her down over him again.

Their bodies writhe together on the bed and he does his best to meet her tit for tat. She bites down on his pulse and licks into the hollow of his neck. He howls.

"Fuck, Malia, I-"

She sits up, uninterested in his words as she grinds down on his dick. Her hips swirl over him and he keens, gripping the sheets beneath him.

Her claws rip his T-shirt from his chest and she bends down to lick the scratches she'd left behind. Tongue laving at his chest, she looks up at him with blue eyes.

"Theo?"

His voice cracks the first time, so he clears his throat. "Yeah?"

"Can we fuck now?"

"Please."

Her smile, all incisors, shoots lightning down his spine. Those same fangs scrape his nipple as she sits up and pulls her flannel over her head. Before he can even appreciate the view, Malia pulls him up to kiss her, pressing his bare chest against hers. He groans, long and low, tries to bruise her mouth as well as she's bruising his.

She climbs off of him to shimmy her shorts down her long legs and he tries to focus enough to unbuckle his belt and pull off his jeans. Malia's on him again in an instant, pulling his boxers down so fast that his dick bounces off her cheek.

She laughs, a quick exhale, and Theo almost does too until she licks up the underside of it and pops the head into her mouth.

"Oh, shit."

He grips her headboard as she sinks down over him. And then she's going, no preamble. Her head is bobbing up and down and he feels himself sliding down her throat, feels it squeezing him until he sees stars.

"Hnng."

Theo grits his teeth, fighting to keep his hips on the bed especially with her hand sliding up his stomach like that. Then her hand flips over, palm up, a silent entreaty as she looks up at him with her cheeks hollowed out around his dick. Her eyes are brown now, the calm of the storm, quick to pass.

He pries his fingers from the headboard and lays his hand on hers, lets her pull it back down to her and then weave his fingers into her hair.

"Fuck, Malia, seriously?"

She nods, swallowing around him in a way that makes his eyes roll back a little. When Theo looks back down at her, he has a fistful of her hair and he's buried to the hilt. She moans around him, eyes fluttering closed.

He does it again, pulls out and sinks himself back in. Then again, but this time, she speeds him up, slamming him back down her throat.

"Yeah?" is all he can ask.

She nods on his dick, slides up to lick the slit and his hips buck up into her of their own volition. She chokes around him and moans. He does it again, his other hand finding a home in her soft hair. Malia's eyes flutter closed. She's going to kill him.

Still, he fucks into her face, trying not come to the sound of her choking around his cock. She swallows him down as his hips buck into her, fast and deep with every stroke.

"So good," he says, head thrown back on her pillows that all smell like her. He pulls out, feeds it back in, pulls out, hips pumping in a quick rhythm. The stutter sneaks up on him and he pulls her off fast before this is all over, sooner than ever.

She whines, chasing his dick with her lips, but Theo pulls her up by the hair and kisses her mouth, her neck, her chest, breathless.

"Are you gonna fuck me now?" Malia asks, voice ruined, and he kisses her again, just to pour the feeling in his chest into something.

Tongue still in her mouth, running along the ridges of her teeth, he pulls her underwear down her legs, so long and warm on either side of hips. She rises up on her knees, curling down to keep kissing him, before climbing off and letting him pull her underwear the rest of the way down.

"Oh, fuck, you're soaked, Malia. Can I…"

He rearranges until he's kneeling between the peaks of her knees, long legs hiked around him. Theo lets out a strangled noise.

And just because she's Malia, she rolls over onto her knees, chest pressed into the mattress and legs spread for him. All the blood surges to his dick until he feels lightheaded, ready to come just at the sight.

She turns her face to the side, cheek sinking into the comforter, and whines his name in a way that'll be bouncing around in his head for the rest of his life.

"Y-yeah. Yeah. Okay." And he's normally more suave than this, but he's never been this completely outmatched and at this point, he's just hoping she doesn't notice.

Theo rises up on his knees, dick in hand. A full shiver wracks his body when he slides the head against her sopping cunt. Instinct comes over when he sinks inside of her, growling as he presses his thumbs into the dimples on either side of her spine.

The sound she makes is all animal, grinding back to take him to the hilt. Theo slides out before bottoming out inside of her again.

"Fuck me," she growls.

With a hand between her shoulder blades, he snaps his hips into her. She moans, panting, and grinds back against him again.

"More."

He does, snaps his hips with bruising speed again and then again and then he can't stop. He chases the drag of her walls against him, the heat of her cunt around him, the swoop in the pit of his stomach every time she clenches around him.

"More. More."

"Fuck, yeah, okay."

"Faster."

He's quick to oblige. He may be on top, but his every move is hooked on her words as he pounds her into the mattress.

"Ha-harder."

"Hnng."

And as much animal as he is, she'll always be more. That's the hardest part, probably. It's not that he's in love with her or anything, but he'd like to be enough for someone. And if this is that time and place, he'll try his damndest.

This kind of fucking would break anyone else, would break him, but it's just what Malia wants as she reaches between her legs to press her clit.

"Come. Please, please," he finds himself muttering under his breath as he fights back the white-hot waves of electricity pulling him closer and closer to the edge. "That's…"

He's fighting off euphoria with a stick, fucking her like his life depends on it. Every stroke brings him there and he should get a medal for even lasting this long, honestly. Malia is so hot around him, gripping him like a vice. When he closes his eyes, he can feel it all. But when he opens his eyes, he can see the place where he's sinking into her, see the curve of her ass and her spine, see the side of her pretty face screwed up in pleasure.

He's staring, mouth open stupid as he hammers her like an animal.

"Ah," she moans, body tensing and toes curling.

"Hah, hah," he breathes as she shreds the comforter beneath her. "Yeah, Malia, that's it."

Theo curls over her, doubling down and he feels the moment when her dam breaks. It crashes around him, sweeping him away with it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He pulls out and paints her back with cum, panting like he's run a marathon.

And there's no calm after either. She rolls over and reaches up with a tired arm to pull him down on top of her, to kiss whatever breath he had left out of him. Malia curls a long leg around his back and pulls him flush against her and it's all skin and his dick is semi-hard against her core and he can't help the whine that he presses into her mouth. She presses kisses down his neck, devouring him until his head is spinning again.

Eyes fluttering with sleep, she asks, "What're you doing tomorrow night?"

He manages a snicker with her sucking hickeys into his collarbone. "You, hopefully."

She smiles at that, eyes closed. "Good. I want to ride your face."

The sound he makes is pitiful. Malia falls asleep like that, tangled together and sticky and she never cares. Theo presses kisses into the back of her neck in her sleep. And he doesn't leave because he doesn't feel like he has to.