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The days were long for any king and the nights longer for the Briar Valley king. Though he had gained much more freedom with the crown now on his head, most of his time it seemed he was shackled to his study or throne room with important duties and documents to tend to. He usually didn't lament such a schedule, after all there were times where he would be inevitably busy and times when he'd have more leisure yet this, this was ridiculous. Bordering on a month and half, almost two of being cooped up in the castle with barely the time to spare a glance at his garden, he was in a poor mood with the lighting and thunder getting ever more intense. His advisors were growing anxious with his restlessness and even the pompous senate was beginning to crack under the pressure that the king's poor mood was pinned to them and their exhaustive demands.
But it wasn't simply his absence in tending to his rose garden, or the fact that he couldn't even spy a brief gaze outside a damn window, not even the foregoing of spotting the gargoyles plastered upon the pillars of his castle, it was the lack of any interaction with the one thing he deemed more precious than his own life. His lovely Queen, oh how dejected they must be to have been neglected for so long. He was fuming practically every day now, scribbling angrily at the plethora of documents on his study hoping to be done with them in time to get to their shared chambers and share at the very least a glance. Initially he'd hoped for a conversation, but that was soon squandered as he would arrive well after they were sound asleep, a book or trinket in their hand testament to their attempts to remain awake long enough to see him as well. Alas it had progressed to this point, a month and a half and he and his darling had not even spared a meal together. He was pent up with enough frustration to release another horde of ice or flames capable of enveloping the castle as they once had in his days as a hatchling.
Even if he was certain to have grown past such a tantrum prone stage, he couldn't deny that his patience was absolutely thinned and he was ready to eviscerate the existence of those damned old fools, scratch that, he should've done it long ago when he discovered their lies! How he regretted not doing so. Malleus was a king, damned all who had monopolized his time, he did not wish to ever be so busy as this. He would have to think of a better system that would be incapable of drowning him in such miserable and tiresome work, his mind was angry, his heart was a heap of sadness. For once he wanted to embrace his beloved again, he hated to admit that holding them in their sleep wasn't enough anymore. He so desperately craved their touch and voice, their sweet scent as they nuzzled into his much larger frame. How they curled into him and told him how safe they felt in his embrace, how much they trusted him every time they shared a gaze, how much they loved him. He missed all those things, missed how they shared them in the throes of passion. He wasn't simply love deprived, he was sexually frustrated. Malleus had gone from being balls deep routinely to being absolutely devoid of any touch for a month and half. Admittedly it wasn't much to him if he considered his lifespan but by the Moon did it feel like torture to have such a warm wet cavern ripped away from him without much a warning after he'd gotten used to being in it regularly.
To reiterate, his mind was angry, his heart was sad, and his cock was aching for attention. He huffed as he tried to focus, but lately his mind kept wondering to those lovely breasts he loved to suckle on and endlessly tease. To the valleys and crevices he was able to explore with his much larger hands and tongue. How he unabatedly craved that absolute pocket of heaven he loved to be buried in, promising him certain pleasure if he fucked it how his Queen liked it. Oh his Queen, his glorious wonderful spouse that he happily groveled for if just to have a taste of them. He was lost in his thoughts of their perfect body, half unaware of his hand inching closer to an obvious bulge in his trousers. Perhaps he could attempt to replicate the delicate touch of his lover if only for a second. Normally he'd reject the thought to ever pleasure his own self, even less so with him being in his study, yet that was normally. This Malleus here was on the verge of breaking and teleporting himself and his Queen into their chambers to be locked away for the next week, so that they may indulge in each other. Every passing day that idea felt less and less bizarre, to hell with propriety. Getting cock blocked by work and old senators was pathetic, he was the king damnit!
However a commotion outside his study ripped him from his tumultuous thoughts, voice so sweet like honey to his ears immediately familiar. Although the door muffled the sound slightly, he was perfectly capable of hearing on the other end.
"I am not to be denied entry any longer. Let me pass!" They were upset and demanding, their heavy footfalls as they approached had made it clear they intended to get their way.
An apologetic gruff voice replied, "My deepest apologies your Majesty but by order of the Senate, his Majesty shall not be interrupted at any time during the day—"
The study door slammed opened and it caused the guard to jolt violently, he quickly turned and bowed to the cranky king who wore his displeasure loudly on his dark features. Before him was his lovely Queen, arms crossed and foot impatiently tapping the floor. Impatient eyes met his eyes and their angry glare immediately softened as his did so as well before returning to his subordinate. He uttered menacingly, "Let the Queen pass."
"But your Majesty, the Senate—" Malleus had to acknowledge the bravery from this guard to have tried to counter his direct order simply because the pathetic Senate had bogged him with the ridiculous task of keeping anyone out of his study. Yet bravery used to argue with the King had no place to be before him. A flash of lighting outside was plenty warning as the guard scurried to the side and finally his Queen followed him inside. The door was shut and the singular glare Malleus shot the guard was enough to make him retire his post to down the hall.
Malleus sighed deeply as he stalked to his desk, hiding behind piles of documents as his Queen followed close behind. You stood close to his chair and peered over his shoulders, seeing all sorts of political profiles and maps, and some things you still failed to comprehend. Not your fault ancient runes weren't part of your curricular... You tentatively reached out to place your hands on his shoulders and he sighed as you began to massage them, quick to melt into your touch and reach one of his hands over yours.
"Oh dearest, I cannot express my gratefulness to have you here at last. I was beginning to go mad." His words were heavy with exhaustion and you leaned forward to rest your chin on his head, avoiding poking your eye out with his handsome horns.
"Tell me about it, they wouldn't even let me bring you your tea or meals after I had asked to. They let the maids in here but I wasn't allowed to because you couldn't 'take any distractions'." You huffed, "It's as you'd call it, 'utter hogwash'." He chuckled at your attempt to imitate his voice as you moved your hands up his and began to scratch his head gently. Malleus's breathing was slow and quiet, occasionally a sigh would escape his lips as you continued your ministrations but after a couple of minutes you realized you weren't helping that massive stack of papers go into the reviewed tray and so you reluctantly pulled away. You leaned your chin over his shoulder and grimaced in solidarity, "Amoena was not kidding when she said you were overflowing with paperwork..." You recall your handmaiden lamenting your husband as she explained how she'd heard from the other staff the short fuse he'd been on lately.
" This is light work darling. My grandmother found herself busy as this for much of her ruling and likely worse in times of war. But even she was privy to some personal hours, I believe they are trying to drive me mad. Those fools..." The Senate didn't like you much, fairly you didn't like them much either, you wouldn't even be their last choice if no other candidate for Malleus's spouse existed in the whole wide world. It was very apparent that while they revered him for his bloodline, they enjoyed punishing him for his decision to marry you. Yet you never would've guessed that they'd act so cruelly to the man they watched grow up from the moment of his hatching. "I wouldn't ever fathom a moment in my lifetime where I'd go without even exchanging a single word with you for weeks now, fools they are but they certainly know where to strike."
You nodded solemnly, "They won't be happy when they find out I was here."
He huffed indignantly, "They would be wise to keep their thoughts within the privacies of their mind, I shall do away with them if I hear so much as a quip. I've allowed this for far too long out of respect for tradition and my grandmother's wishes to maintain peace with them."
Frowning you shook your head at his agitated tone, "I know you're frustrated but it'd do us no good if you lashed out on them, even if they deserve it. I came in here in hopes to see you but also because I wanted to know if I could help you out. Maybe get you out of here so you have a little bit of time to unwind." You gestured at his piles of work and plucked one of the fountain pens from their cup, "I know some of these just need your signature so if you'd like we can sort them into things you want to sign off with no revisions, ones that need revisions, and ones stamped for denial."
"Hmm, are you suggesting I let my signature be forged?" There was a playful lilt to his inquiry that had made it obvious he didn't actually take any offense to your idea. Still, you grinned sheepishly as you took a piece of scrap paper and began practicing his signature.
"Does anyone besides us need to know? It could be our secret," you whispered, giggling when he tapped your forehead with his own pen. "Come on, Malleus, you know it'll speed things up. We may have time for dinner together if we can get this done before the moon rises." You grabbed onto his extended hand and pulled it to you, murmuring against the smooth skin of his palm, giving him a mischievous smile, "Don't you want to go gargoyle sight seeing."
Your words seem to do the trick as he gave your cheek a few gentle strokes, returning your smile he spoke with that same playful lilt, "My you are bold, forging a king's signature calls for quite the punishment," you did not miss the lascivious tone with which he spoke the word but nevertheless you allowed him to continue his little speech, a similar beat to the times you both were only first getting to know one another. "Yet I cannot deny the appeal to said possibilities, I will allow it with minimal repercussions."
Scoffing, you grabbed your practice paper one more time and when you felt ready, you began taking from the piles he had begun to sort. What you could read seemed absolutely boring, you wondered how he didn't lose his mind from non stop droning matters such as these. He enjoyed his duties, particularly granting audiences with his subjects but even that had been halted for monotonous paperwork and given to you, who quite hated the task of sitting in the expansive throne room where even the slightest of breaths echoed. It's not that you hated having to take over such a duty, or that you hated meeting with subjects, it was that for the first few days of you sitting there in gaudy royal attire, every person to walk in seemed to wear their disappointment loudly on their features at the sight of you. Of course you couldn't really blame them, they expected to be before their revered king in all his majesty, some even waiting for months now for their matters to be heard by him alone, seeing you might feel like a slight or unfair. Still you held your head high, despite your anxious stomach and had been managing without any major complications.
It angered you that you both were treated this way, something you were aware was a possibility when you married Malleus Draconia and his crown. You were working to scribble as fast as possible as he had finished his sorting and was beginning to take from the piles as well. You both worked diligently and in silence, occasionally letting your hands brush against one another or making a bit of small talk as he intently listened to your recollections of some of the demands and woes of his subjects you'd heard from. Before long he tackled the next stack and sorted everything in its spot, you made sure not to miss a single beat with stamps of denial, and for the ones he requested to be held for revisions, you signed where appropriate and returned it to its pile for him to mark off. Eventually when the sun had begun to set behind his large window, you both smiled as he plucked the measly few parchments left. Five awaiting revisions, you were singing victory in your mind as you planned to head to the dining hall very soon.
A knock on the study door broke you out of your reverie and you both exchanged a perplexed look. Malleus paused and raised a sharp eyebrow, "I don't usually have company this late or without notice." There was a nervous feeling brewing in your stomach but regardless, a second impatient knock brought you to stand as you went over to the door and opened it enough to peer through. It was an errands boy, you recognized him for a very bad thing. He usually carried the tied stacks of documents that had Malleus glued to his chair for the last almost two months now. He looked every bit apologetic, his eyes wide with a little bit of fear as he bowed and spoke with a tremor on his voice.
"Your Majesty, I bring urgent documents for the king on behalf of the Senate's insistence." In his arms was the similar sight of three more stacks of paperwork and you sighed exasperatedly.
"I shall take them, please advise the wise Senate members that these will have to wait for tomorrow. The king has retired for the night from his duties." The boy before you stood rigidly, testament to his obvious anxieties. You knew before he opened his mouth that you'd most likely see the most unfavorable outcome unravel.
"I mean no offense my Queen, but it is at their insistence that I let you know that it is imperative for these to be completed before the next dawn." You bristled not at the boy but at the nerve of his senders, you hadn't heard such bullshit before and knew this was their lashing out for you forcing your way in here earlier. You conceded however, knowing of the implications of deliberately not cooperating with their demands were far riskier than simply doing so, this being testament to that notion. Opening the door wide enough for the boy to enter, Malleus who had heard everything did not even acknowledge the bow he gave and you quickly closed the door at his departure as a bright strike of lighting flashed from the window. Even from within the heavy fortress of Black Scale Castle, you could hear the pelting rain and roaring thunder as his mellowed mood declined to the pits of hell.
"Malleus," you tentatively began but he spoke before you could say more.
"If you wish to head to the dining hall, you are welcomed to. I expect to be here at least for several more hours." He tore the twine that held his work and began his mundane task again. You looked at him with pity and frowned as you took your seat again. "You must be exhausted my dear, please have a meal before bed, I shall join you when this is finished."
"Even if I try to stay awake, it won't help since you'll probably have to get up soon after to come back here. So I'll keep helping you, let me request for our dinner to be brought here instead, how about it?" You were trying to be gentle with your words, truthfully he wouldn't ever hurt you but the static radiating in the room wasn't something you wanted to temp any further. After ringing a bell for assistance, you turned to your husband who had pulled his neck tie loose and popped the first buttons of his collared shirt, revealing his perfectly sharp clavicles and thus giving you a precious glimpse at the solid muscle of his pectorals. You tried not to ogle but frankly, you had been deprived for so long now it was a wonder why you hadn't jumped on him yet. You supposed it was the pity and wanting to be a helpful asset in his quest for a few personal hours.
Thus you continued to help with the small system you'd set up, having briefly paused when dinner arrived on a trolly. The staff tried to wait on you but Malleus had been quick to dismiss them all. They had left two strawberry shortcake slices, of which you shamelessly dug into after eating your roast and devoured the sweet creamy treat. Even if the Senate gave you hell, you didn't think you'd ever in a million years give up life as the Queen to Briar Valley if it meant meals and desserts as scrumptious as everything that emerged from that kitchen. Oh and Malleus of course, you wouldn't give up being queen because of Malleus too of course.
After your hearty meal, of which Malleus left his own slice of cake untouched and had opted for the available coffee pot, filling a cup to the brim, you had begun to be a tad more unproductive. It wasn't entirely your fault though, every intervals of about half of an hour to an hour, it seemed Malleus had taken to shedding some of his clothing. His coat had been shrugged off, of course earlier the neck tie had been removed, he had rolled up his sleeves and was being quite the temptation with every flex of his forearms. You were humming, trying to sneak glances at him hoping to not be noticed. At one point you were lacking the tenacity of all your sweeping gazes and he pinned you in place with a single look.
"You've been staring at me for a while now, is something on my face?" His simple question should not have provoked any heat in you, likely the sound of his alluring voice as your mind devolved into a flesh hungry state. Hungry for Malleus flesh. You chewed on your lip, unwilling to let him know of your increasing meter of horny and instead did your best to appear perplexed.
"Not at all, Malleus. I just like your face," you said casually. You hummed as you went back to your forging of his signature and tried to ignore his piercing inspection of your form with those electric green eyes. In a poor attempt to get him to stop looking at you with such intensity (the hypocrisy) you rambled, "That cake I had earlier was so delicious, I should ask if there's any more for tomorrow. I think I might have it with some tea and invite some of the Lord's wives another time for a small gathering. Some of the advisors told me to become familiar with high society here with personal experiences such as those. I—"
The keen way in which he called your name made you pause your chatter and look up from what you had been doing, his gaze intense as a known mischievous smirk tugged on his lips. You caught the twitch of his nose and immediately pressed your thighs together, leaning back in your chair as he leaned his tall body almost all across his desk without needing to stand as much. Each syllable was punctuated with confidence you knew would be futile to rebut, you could only hang your head as he spoke almost gleefully, "I can smell you from here, did you intend for me not to find out?"
You finally met his gaze and felt immediately suffocated by the lust he looked at you with. This was the same fae who just hours ago had been the picture of silently enraged, you felt a wave of arousal wash over you as he slowly studied you. Shameless, he dragged his eyes from the level of your hips, trailing it past your waist and breasts, flickering between your lips and wide eyes. "I'm sorry, I tried to be calm until we wrapped up your work but you're not making things easy..."
"Oho, now you are blaming me? What gall from my usually gentle Queen," he said, elbows on the desk as he rested his chin on his intertwined fingers.
"Please," you fired back, "I don't think you're in much better condition." He challenged you with a raise of his eyebrow and you abandoned your seat as you rounded the desk, Malleus watching you so intently you felt something might disintegrate at his will. That something being your clothes. You sat on the spot by where one of his arms was resting and leaned forward, "If I pull back this chair, can you be confident I won't find you in a state of... compromise?"
At that he chuckled and placed his hands on your hips, ignoring the ruffles there and dragged you so that you'd be sitting before him directly, your legs still hanging off his desk and knocking against his body. "A king should never admit his state of vulnerability, but if you must know darling, I shall adhere to your desires. All of them." His hands were slowly stroking along the curve of your waist to your hips as he leaned forward, tip of his nose pressed against your belly as he inhaled deeply. "I feel driven to madness, deprived of having you like this before me, tell me my Queen, what shall I do to please you? Or perhaps I should punish you for your actions? As I said earlier, forged signatures in the name of the king is a serious, serious matter."
You grabbed his hands and pulled them off you, watching his self satisfied smirk drop in confusion, perhaps thinking you were rejecting him. Your plans for him were different however and you let him wallow in the uncertainty for a second, "Actually, you won't be needing to do anything but your work. Remember, due by dawn or else the world ends?"
His eyebrows furrowed and his hands twitched in your grasp, "I shall have you know I am perfectly aware and capable of multitasking, darling." He tried to pull his hands away but you held on tighter, propelling yourself forward to straddle his legs, he let out a small noise and you smiled in delight. "What are you playing at, won't you tell me your game?" His tone was curious and he held you by your waist, pressing you so tightly against him you could swear any more force, even if a tad, could break you in half.
"It is no game for you to play Malleus, promise me that no matter what, this work will be completed by dawn?" A kind smile from you made him ever more curious but he seemed confident in his own abilities that he leaned back in his chair.
"By dawn, these papers will be no more. But I must reiterate I am capable of multitasking without breaking a sweat." You nodded along as you pressed yourself on him, planting a chaste kiss as he chased your lips once broken apart by you, your two fingers stopping him from pursuing further.
"Do I have your word?" You asked, arm wrapped around his neck and toying with his raven strands languidly.
A curt nod sealed his fate, his words damned him, "This will be done by dawn, you have my word." You had him now.
"Checkmate." Your simple word was casually spoken, you gave him one more quick kiss that had him craving the touch of your lips against his for longer. He peered into your eyes with intrigue, slowly you slid down his body as the realization caved in and a mad grin began to fight its way onto his lips. As you came to the ground, your knees hitting the wooden floors, you kept your gaze on his, his chest inhaling deeply as he prepared for the slew of debauchery you'd release on him. Your hands worked his belt and by the time you had untucked his shirt and pulled apart the buttons to his trousers, the sizable bulge was knocking into your hands already. With a hum, you snapped, "Why aren't you writing? You'll never be done at this rate." Your words and the warning squeeze you gave the bulge pushed him into action. He grabbed his pen and you began to hear the furious scratches of his writing. He intended to be done with these long before dawn you thought, so he could exact revenge on you with the time to spare. The outcome could be anything though, you imagined his dick in your mouth might be a heavily distracting hindrance. Though the former notion made you shudder as you reached into his drawers and felt the heated monstrosity that was his cock. He sharply inhaled and you smirked at the reaction, doing away with the cloth in the way enough to expose him for your lecherous viewing.
"If you think this will hinder me, you are sorely mistaken." Though he spoke with bravado, secretly Malleus wanted to egg you on so that you'd devour him with the rawest, primal driven blow job you could muster. He suppressed a groan of satisfaction at the sensation of your fingers dancing along his thighs, palms wrapping around the insides as you squeezed and slid them up. Your mouth on his stomach made him tense slightly as you left wet open-mouth kisses down his navel and worked through the V-line leading into his neatly trimmed hair. Those fiery lips reached past and suddenly took one of his dangling balls as your hand fondled the neglected one. Malleus couldn't help but let a sigh of contentment slip at the feeling of being in your warm mouth yet again, even if it was just his balls.
You continued to massage his thigh as you switched over to swallow the other, letting it pop out of your mouth as you saw your prize worked up before you. You couldn't help but stare, even if the lighting was dimmer underneath the desk. Still, the sheer massive silhouette was as swollen as you remembered from weeks ago, you didn't realize your own drool dribbling down your chin or that you'd been staring at the saturated leaking tip until cool fingers wiped at the corner of your mouth. You looked up into eyes gazing tenderly at yours before he gave you a careful pat on your head. Truly it was a mesmerizing sight for you, you couldn't wait to have your lovely husband come undone from your touch.
Hands trembling in anticipation, your digits reached to wrap around the girthy base and gave it a long, tight pump. He had managed to stave off a jerk, but as you continued your rough ministrations, soon falling into a slow rhythm, Malleus's composure was beginning to crumble. Even if earlier his pen maintained a steady pace across the parchment, you could hear it hesitate and stop at certain points. Leveled breathing was becoming haggard and you hadn't even given him the main course yet. Over a month of no touch had really made him so sensitive, just like his first time many many years ago. You recall it perfectly as he did his damnedest to appear as collected as usual, but the second he had entered you, his resolve was chipped at until it crumbled to nothingness and he became a ragged, lust driven beast incapable of holding back his sounds.
Even now as he fought to focus, his body betrayed him so easily. Blame the deprivation you suppose. The tip of your fingers worked to coat his cock with the excessive pre cum that dribbled on, and when satisfied with your work, you pushed his thighs a little further apart to fit your body, opening your mouth wide as you took the hulking monstrosity as far as it'd go. There was about a little under a third you could not fit from the impressive diameter and length, so you opted to use your hands as you had many a time before. Of course having gone weeks without the practice had you gagging a bit and taking an extra couple of seconds to accommodate him, you finally came to swallow as much as you had been able to.
He of course had broken a pen and caused the ink to explode all over his hand, keeping the substance from staining his important papers with the sheer will of magic. It disappeared swiftly as he quickly threw aside the broken item to exchange for the one you had been using previously. But as you began to bob your head, your mouth squeezing him in such an irresistible manner, he slammed the replacement and his free hand shot to your head, tangled in the locks of your hair. Immediately you made a grunt of disapproval and he was very displeased that you released his cock from your sweet intoxicating mouth.
"Now what did I say about that paperwork, if you keep stopping you won't get it done before dawn..." your teasing remark was followed up by an abrupt swallowing of his dick as it returned to your enticing warmth, forcing your mouth to meld around it as you began to move your head back and forth. He breathed roughly through his nostrils, trying to focus on both the ecstasy and occasional grazes of your teeth against his incredibly sensitive appendage.
"Oh trust me my da-ahrling," he paused to inhale loudly, the slobbering on his cock distracting, "this will be done well before dawn and you will regret subjugating me to this torturous pleasure." You merely giggled, licking a long stripe from base to furiously red tip, feeling the ridges of his veins. Other times you may be wary of riling him up too far since his stamina could be intimidating, but all your aching core wanted was to be speared by his wanton dick without his holding back in any form. Your ministrations went without a pause, everytime he'd fall back into a constant rhythm of writing, you'd increase the force of your sucking and speed to make this as difficult as possible for him. In a way you enjoyed this inflicting this form of torture on him, where he usually was in control, it was you with the reigns now and you'd damn well make the most of it.
It'd been a while now that his pen couldn't seem to stay focused, you knew his end was very well around the corner. You hummed in inquiry, hoping he'd understand. He let out a choked groan before muttering through gritting teeth, "You may have thought your little game would be a greater hindrance, but I-" he hissed as you gave a particularly harsh tug on his tip, continuing through grunts, "I have all but finished this blasted work!" Your eyes widened, that was impossible! A single stack had taken at least two hours to read and properly revise. You tried to pull back to sputter your disbelief but his large hand shot out, fingers tangling in your hair and shoving you down his cock. You choked immediately, eyes watering as he pumped himself into you now slack-jawed. The next moments were familiar as his thick, hot ropes of cum exploded in your mouth, Malleus slumping slightly in his chair as he released an almost draconic growl. He pulled out and you felt a gush on your face as his hands wrapped around yours to milk the last bit of his seed from his cock. You did your best to swallow what had stayed and made it into your mouth but you were still coughing from the force of which he had thrusted with. One of his hands still maintained a fistful of your hair and pulled you out from under, your back made sudden contact, he having splayed you out rather roughly on the surface of his desk was leaning over you with a wicked grin. You'd made a squeak of confusion but upon locking gazes, you realized you were getting exactly what you had been craving.
Unfiltered, raw, passionate love making. Call it a force of habit but your legs immediately wrapped around his slender waist, ankles locked and pushing him further towards your heated core. Yet he remained as still as a statue, blown out pupils studying you closely, taking in every one of your features it seemed. You wiggled in his grasp, breath regained, "So it seems you really are done. I hope you didn't cheat."
"Such nonsense, why your special treat inspired me. You see, I wanted plenty of time to spare." His reply was low, dangerous. You shivered under his scrutiny.
Playing coy, you tilted your head and asked dumbly, "And what might that time be for?" You shifted as you felt absolutely trapped in the way he fisted your hair and kept you flat on his desk.
"Must I explain to you that you will not know feeling in your legs for the foreseeable future? Or shall I simply begin the demonstration?" You knew it wasn't a threat, it was nothing but the truth. Your cunt dripped in anticipation and it seemed he could tell because he chuckled darkly. Alluring gaze fell from yours as his free hand reached forward.