Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

Sweetheart

Mya had been visiting Malcolm in his new apartment since moving out of the one he shared with viv. Given they had broken up, she had mostly just come to bug and annoy him but he was so deep in his paperwork that he barely noticed her at all.

"hey, Malcolm?" She asked as she lounged on his chair

Malcolm's eyes flickered up momentarily before refocusing on the papers, his fingers moving swiftly across the papers as he contemplated. "Mmm-hmm?" he muttered absently, His dark hair fell across his forehead, framing his intense expression.

"... How often do you masturbate?" She asked without any built-up at all like she was just asking about the weather,

Malcolm's gaze snapped towards Mya, his eyes narrowing slightly as he raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think that's any of your business?" he drawled, setting down his papers and leaning back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head. A sly smile spread across his face as he leaned forward once more, his voice taking on a flirtatious tone. "Besides, I'm pretty sure it's none of anyone's business... unless you're offering to join me."

"I'm curious. Please I wanna know."

Malcolm chuckled low in his throat, his eyes glinting with amusement as he leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Oh, curiosity's a mighty fine thing... especially when it comes to something as deliciously private as my masturbation habits." He paused, letting the silence hang between them for a moment before continuing. "As for how often... well, I'd say it's whenever the mood strikes me. Which is probably more often than you'd care to admit, considering the way you're staring at me right now." His gaze locked onto hers, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "So, what's really driving your curiosity, sweetheart?"

"just trying to get you to talk to me. I figured that was a good question." She explained "... When you do it? Do you use your hand or you got some kinda sexy flesh light under your bed?"

Malcolm's eyes flashed with delight, his lips curling up into a wicked grin as he shook his head, chuckling softly. "Oh, you want to know the details, huh? Well, I suppose I can indulge you." He leaned forward, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone, his words dripping with sensuality. "When I do it... usually late at night, after a long day. I find myself lying in bed, surrounded by the quiet darkness, and my mind starts wandering..." His gaze drifted off, lost in thought for a moment before snapping back to Mya's eager face. Malcolm's eyes seemed to glaze over, his pupils dilating as he continued, his voice taking on a hypnotic quality. "It's then that I reach beneath the covers, feeling for the familiar weight of my cock... stroking it gently, watching as my hand moves up and down, creating friction against my skin." He paused, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath, his voice dripping with sensuality. "And sometimes... I imagine someone else there with me. Someone who can see me, touch me, taste me..." His gaze locked onto Mya's, his eyes burning with intensity as he leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't need to imagine you, sweetheart. You're right here with me. Watching me. Waiting for me." Malcolm's fingers brushed against the edge of his jeans, his thumb tracing the outline of his zipper, his movements deliberate and calculated.

she giggled not noticing his hand moving below the table

Malcolm put back a groan feeling himself getting hard. Looking at mya's short skirt and low-cut top noticing for the first time since she got here just how good she looked.

"Oooh sounds like fun. Plus you do live alone now so I imagine you do it a lot... Plus your a man and you just kinda jerk off wherever. I can't stupid roommates and requiring like ten minutes of prep and a vibrator on full battery" she explained

Malcolm's eyes widened, his face flushing with arousal as he quickly glanced away, attempting to compose himself. His hand still rested on his lap, but he made a conscious effort to keep it still, trying to appear nonchalant despite the growing bulge in his pants. He cleared his throat, attempting to steer the conversation back on track, though his voice betrayed a hint of huskiness. "Yeah... well... I guess that's true. But hey, being a man has its perks, right? No prep is required, and no batteries are needed... Just pure, unadulterated pleasure." Malcolm's gaze drifted back to Mya, his eyes locking onto hers with a newfound intensity. He leaned over the table, his voice taking on a seductive tone, his words dripping with promise. "You know, I think I've had enough talk for tonight. Don't you agree, sweetheart? It's time we moved on to more...hands-on activities."