Mal hauled him to his feet, shoving him until his back hit the table. Nico reached up to wipe his face so he could open his eyes, but Mal batted his hand away. “Leave it. Disobedient little sluts don’t get to clean up. You can stay just like that ‘til it dries.”
Nico moaned like the whore he was as Mal left one of his legs dangling off the table and lifted the other to hook over his shoulder. Nico cried out as Mal grabbed the base of the plug inside him. He’d almost forgotten about it. The skin on his ass had long since gone numb and the pain of the ginger had become so familiar it didn’t even register until Mal jostled it. Now, the burning came back with a vengeance.
Mal pulled the plug until the widest part stretched him almost painfully, then paused, “You want to come, Fidget?” he asked meanly, letting it slide back inside once more. It burned.
“Please, Bunny. Please.”
Nico whined as Mal, once more, pulled the plug until it was stretching him painfully. “I don’t believe you, Fidget,” he said in a sing-song voice. “I think you can do better than that.”
Nico hated that he couldn’t open his eyes. Mal had a hard time resisting Nico’s puppy eyes. That was probably why he’d taken the option from him.
Nico didn’t even have to fake the sob that escaped. “Please, Bunny. Please. I’m sorry. I was bad. I was disrespectful. I’ll do better next time. I promise. I want to come. Please, can I come? Please? I know I don’t deserve it, but please? It hurts. I’m so hard it hurts.”
“If only you’d thought of that earlier,” Mal said, voice dripping with mock sympathy. When Nico started to cry for real, Mal hummed. “Okay, Fidget. You can come…” Nico’s heart sank at the pause. There was always a caveat. “If you can do it before I decide to take this out of you.”
His hand floated lower to hover over his aching cock. “Can I touch myself, Bunny? Please? Please, can I use my hand?” he asked, frantic even to his own ears.
Mal sighed. “If you have to. Go ahead, I guess.”
Nico gave another sob of relief the moment his hand closed around himself, wasting no time. He stroked himself hard and fast, his grip painful and tacky, but not painful enough to stop the sparks of pleasure dancing up his spine with every tug. He was so close already.
Mal taunted him, pulling the plug almost free before thrusting it back in painfully. It happened again and again, Nico’s orgasm building the more frantic he grew until he reached that tipping point.
“Gonna come, Bunny. Gonna come,” he chanted, back arching just as Mal pulled the plug free, Nico’s release spilling across his fist and stomach.
He kept stroking himself until the aftershocks faded, and he was twitching, then let his hand fall to the table, waiting for his brain to come back online.
He just laid there. He didn’t have any choice. He was trapped until Mal cleaned him up. Getting cum in his eye hurt like a motherfucker. When he’d learned why, he hadn’t let Mal give him a facial for a whole month.
“You made a mess, Fidget. Clean your hand.”
Nico lifted his hand to his mouth, making a show of licking his skin clean while Mal watched. Even without his sight, he could feel Mal’s eyes on him. When he finished, he held up his hand for inspection. He sighed when Mal pressed a soft kiss on his palm.
Mal gently set his other leg down until they were both dangling over the edge. Nico felt him walk away, but was still floating, his whole body weightless, his head deliciously free ofany worries. He sighed when a warm, wet cloth touched his face. He laid there peacefully as Mal wiped him down.
Once he was done, he swept Nico up bridal-style and carried him to the bathroom. He sat Nico on the sink as he filled the tub with water just warm enough to not give him a chill. The cold countertop felt nice on Nico’s abused flesh.
“Can I see, Bunny?” Nico asked.
Mal smiled, lifting him until he could see himself in the bathroom mirror. Nico gasped. His ass and thighs were bright red, and there were raised welts here and there, some starting to bruise. He knew it would look less angry by morning, but, for now, Nico felt pretty.
Mal set him in the bath, helping Nico recline. He let his eyelids fall shut with a sigh. When he opened them again, he was on his belly on their bed, Mal sitting on his thighs, applying ointment to his skin.
“Did I fall asleep?” he asked, wincing at how sore his throat was.
“You didn’t fall asleep so much as pass the fuck out,” he said. “You scared me. Again.”
Nico came up on his forearms, trying to look at Mal over his shoulder to gauge whether he was really upset with him or not. Mal glanced up at him, then nodded his head towards the pillow. “Head down, baby. Rest up.”
Nico collapsed back onto the mattress. “Everything hurts, Bunny.”
He felt Mal shift, then he was looming over Nico on all fours. “I know.”
Mal’s lips brushed his neck right at the top of his spine, then slightly lower where faint indentations formed. He hovered there, his stillness a question.
“Do it,” Nico said.
Mal sank his teeth into the skin just to the left of Nico’s shoulder blade, biting down until Nico couldn’t bear it anymore and cried out.
