“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” Mal soothed. “So pretty. Wait ‘til you see them.”
By the time Mal set the paddle down beside him, Nico was drooling onto the wood below, his face a crime scene of tears and snot. He only vaguely registered Mal untying his legs.
“Did I do good, Bunny?” he slurred, slipping to his knees before him and gazing up at him expectantly.
Mal’s hands pushed his sweaty hair out of his face, his expression much softer than it was when they started. “Yeah, Fidget. You were perfect. Ready to thank me now, or do you want to wait until after your bath?”
Nico didn’t even hesitate; he tugged at Mal’s loose-fitting pants, freeing his hardened cock and swallowing him down, pride swelling in him as Mal hissed, “Jesus Christ.”
Nico loved this, loved Mal. Loved the heavy weight of him on his tongue, the way his lips stretched around him. Mal’s hand settled on his head, not guiding him but just resting there, a reassuring touch.
Warmth pooled in Nico’s belly as he heard Mal moaning above him, his hips moving in tiny aborted thrusts, like he was having to hold himself back from pinning Nico down and making him take it. Nico hollowed his cheeks, flicking his gaze upward, a low moan escaping when he saw the dark way Mal studied him.
He had his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, and he looked at Nico like he was picturing all the different ways he planned on violating him. It spurred Nico on, made him want to do a good job. He craved that praise, that validation, and Mal knew just when to give it and when to hold it back.
Fingers tightened in his damp curls, holding him still as Mal took over. Nico instantly relaxed his jaw, sliding his tongue out.
“That’s it, Fidget. Just sit there and let me use you,” he murmured. “My perfect little toy.” Nico couldn’t stop the highwhimper that escaped. “You love it, don’t you? You love being my own living, breathing fleshlight. My pretty little cum slut.”
Nico lifted his hands, grabbing Mal’s ass, trying to force him deeper. He cried out when Mal pulled him off, then yanked on his hair, forcing his gaze upwards. “Did I give you permission to touch me?”
“No, Bunny,” Nico managed, throat raw.
Mal laughed meanly. “Are you so eager to choke on my dick that you’re willing to risk another punishment?”
“Yes, Bunny,” Nico said shamelessly.
Mal snorted. “You look so angelic all the time,” he taunted, rubbing Nico’s face over his cock. “Nobody would ever believe the insatiable little cock slut you are, huh? Nobody will ever know how you beg for my dick every night, will they? How you don’t even care what hole I’m filling as long as you're full.”
Nico whimpered. “No, Bunny.”
Mal smeared pre-cum across Nico’s lips. “That’s right,” he said through gritted teeth. “‘Cause I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. I’m the only one who gets to wreck you like this.”
“Yes, Bunny,” Nico said, a sob escaping.
“Because you’re all mine.” Nico tried to nod as best he could with Mal’s hands still fisted in his hair. “Don’t just nod, use your words. Who do you fucking belong to?”
“You. Just you, Bunny. Always just you. I’m all yours. Only yours. Use me. Wreck me. Mark me up. Show everyone who I belong to,” Nico begged, absolutely shameless when it came to Mal.
Mal pulled Nico’s jaw open, leaning down to spit on his tongue. “Swallow.” Nico did, letting his eyes fall shut like it was a sacrament. “What do you want, Fidget? What do you want me to do to you?”
Nico met his gaze. “I want you to fuck my throat, make it hurt.”
The sound that escaped Mal was more a growl than a groan, shooting sparks through Nico just the same. Mal pushed his cock back between Nico’s lips, dragging his head down as he thrust forward.
Nico gagged, then wretched, recovering quickly.
Mal pulled him off again, slapping his face hard. “Don’t you dare throw up,” Mal threatened darkly.
He wouldn’t. He never had. His throat training just hadn’t quite taken yet. He forced himself to relax and breathe through his nose just like Mal had taught him.
Mal didn’t hold back. He used him hard, bullying his cock into Nico’s throat until he couldn’t breathe, forcing his nose against his skin, then holding him there until his eyes and lungs burned, pulling back only when Nico would start to whimper like a hurt dog.
Mal pulled free, and the oxygen returning to Nico’s brain made his head swim deliciously. He used Nico’s hair to tip his face up, jerking himself roughly with his other hand, his breathing ragged. “Fuck, so good, Fidget. So fucking pretty like this, on your knees for me, letting me use you. Such a good little whore for me.”
Nico loved him like this. Loved that he was the one who could unravel Mal like this. He was close. He only started babbling like this when he was about to come. Nico closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, listening to Mal’s breaths come faster and faster, the wet sound of his fist stroking himself making Nico’s own neglected cock ooze. He was sure there was a puddle of it on the floor by now.
Mal gave a low, almost pained groan, then the first of his release hit Nico’s face, landing on his lips, his cheeks, his lefteyelid. It seemed to go on and on until Nico could feel it dripping from his chin and lashes.
