Phantom Hollow while you runnin through the banners [m]

So close.  Mal's turn for a ragged breath -- if he'd had a clear head, he would have been so very suspicious about why anyone wanted him, since that was so often the case.  It was both terrifying and exciting at the same time -- hell, there was a lot of emotional overlap between the two when you broke them down into parts.  It flared down his spine, wound around his ribcage and down almost to the tip of his tail.  He had not a clue what he was doing, but he was eager for it, whatever it was.  He couldn't just go on and walk away -- that sounded impossible at this point, the desire made it feel like it would somehow physically hurt.  No more words, he didn't have any.

Mal shoved against Cupid as he tried to turn, unwilling to break contact now that it was there.  He sought the smell that had befuddled him before, burying his nose for a moment in Cupid's scruff but not finding the strength of it there.  That probing nose was far less shy this time as he wound his way around Cupid's body exploring for it, from shoulder to side to hips to rear.  And finding what he wanted there, Mal was quick to give in to the instinctual hunger.