Fuck. He was breathtaking. He returned to hover over him once more, then dipped his head, giving him one last slow, searing kiss and a soft smile before he dropped the mask, wiping all emotion from his expression…and his voice. “Open your mouth.”
Mal’s cock throbbed as Nico parted his lips without question, staring up at Mal, so needy, so frantic, squirming helplessly beneath him. Mal had no intention of hurting him the way he craved…well, maybe just a little. Who could resist? He bet he made the sweetest sounds when he was hurting.
Still, tonight was about testing Nico’s obedience. His endurance. He roughly shoved four fingers past Nico’s lips, forcing his tongue down and digging his thumb into the space beneath his chin.
“Suck,” he demanded, his voice just loud enough to be heard.
Nico gave a high-pitched whine, but immediately began to nurse greedily at Mal’s fingers, fucking his tongue between each digit until Mal had to bite back a moan of his own. He couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to have that pretty little heart-shaped mouth wrapped around his cock instead of his fingers.
Mal pressed harder, feeling saliva pool around Nico’s tongue. He used the hand in his mouth to jerk his head to the side, biting his cheek just hard enough to hear Nico’s breath catch. Then he pressed his lips against his ear.
“I can’t believe you thought I didn’t know what a little pain slut you are,” Mal taunted, dragging his nail over Nico’s nipple, digging in until Nico jerked, crying out. Mal narrowed his eyes, forcing Nico to look at him. “Shh,” he soothed, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “So loud and whiny already. It’s almost like you want our roommates to know what I’m doing to you. That’s it, isn’t it? You just love everyone knowing what a desperate little whore you are for me.”
Nico tried to answer, even with Mal’s fingers still jammed in his mouth, but Mal just worked his fingers deeper until he gagged, eyes watering.
Mal tsked again, making sure to keep his voice as uninterested as possible. “That wasn’t a fucking question.” He fucked his fingers into his throat until Nico gagged again. “We really gotta work on that gag reflex, Fidget. It’s pathetic.”
That earned Mal another sad sound. He amused himself for a moment by gently shaking Nico’s head back and forth. “You look so good with your mouth stuffed full. I bet it will look even better when it’s my cock between your lips.” Nico groaned, but Mal went on like he hadn’t spoken. “Here’s what’s going to happen now. I’m gonna suck you off and you’re going to keep your fucking mouth shut. If you make a single sound, I’m going to stop. Every…single…time. Nod if you understand.”
Mal had never been so happy that he forgot to turn off the computer screen. Even in the soft glow, he got to watch Nico’s pupils blow wide, already hazy and a bit glassy. Was he sinking into sub-space already?
Fuck. He was radiant, luminous. And so fucking pretty, even with saliva leaking from the corners of his little mouth, now stretched obscenely around his fingers.
“Aw, you look so pitiful like this. Eyes vacant. Drooling all over yourself. Making such a big mess. No wonder you want me to tell you what to do. Poor, dumb baby.”
He suddenly pulled his fingers free and wiped them on Nico’s cheek, dipping his head to scrape his teeth over his clavicle before nipping at the skin below. He closed his mouth around the tight little nub, the same one he’d abused a few minutes ago, noting it already looked a little red and puffy. Nico yelped loudly. Mal pulled off, giving him a sharp look as he twisted Nico’s other nipple hard, then tugged until he opened his mouth in a silent scream.
Mal surged upwards once more, placing a filthy kiss on Nico’s open mouth, then grabbed his face, digging his fingers into the hinge of his jaw until it opened wider, spitting on his tongue, then sucking it off. When he pulled off, he gave him a disgusted look. “My mouth isn’t even on your dick yet and you’re already breaking the rules. It’s like you want me to punish you. Is that it? Are you trying to provoke me? Do youneedme to hurt you just to get off?”
Nico’s expression was equal parts misery and desire. Mal was clearly confusing him, but he could feel his cock, hard and leaking in his boxers where it pressed against Mal’s thigh. He liked this, loved it, even. Nico was so worth every sleepless night Mal had spent fighting the urge to rub off on him in his sleep.
This time, Nico was smart enough to stay silent.
“Good boy,” Mal praised, running a finger along his swollen bottom lip. “Learning already.”
When he stood, Nico gave a panicked cry, but Mal was just turning on the small lamp in the corner. There was no way he was missing this. When he returned to the bed, Nico’s legs opened for him without thought. Mal rewarded him with a soft kiss. This time, he skipped the foreplay. It was clear his Fidget was getting anxious, and while Mal wasn’t above setting him up to fail just so he could punish him, that wasn’t the point. Not tonight.
He knelt between Nico’s knees, hooking his thumbs into his boxers and dragging them down his legs, desire coiling in his stomach as he watched Nico’s cock slap his belly. “Bend your knees for me.”
Nico did as he was told, setting his heels on the bed. Mal spread his legs wider, making a show of looking over every part of him. The happy trail on his flat belly, his flushed cock, an angry red and wet at the tip. He really was so fucking pretty. Everywhere. Mal couldn’t stop himself from grabbing Nico’s assand spreading him apart, taking in the pretty pink hole that had consumed too many of his thoughts when he was jerking off in the shower.
How many fucking times had he pictured this scenario? How many times had he wanted to taste him, tease him, torture him until he fucking cried? And now, he could. He settled on his stomach between Nico’s legs, gripping his cock at the base, smiling when Nico gave a broken gasp. He was so sensitive, leaking so much pre-cum it dripped down his shaft. He couldn’t stop himself from licking it up, biting back a groan at the bitter taste on his tongue.
Nico’s thighs trembled where they rested against his shoulders. Was he this responsive for every man he was with? The thought sent a wave of rage through him, but he staved it off. It didn’t matter. Not anymore. There would be nobody else for Nico after tonight.
Not now.
Nico had a warehouse full of baggage and Mal knew the fight to win Nico’s trust was only just beginning. But Nico was a good boy…a sweet boy. He could certainly defend himself when warranted and kill when necessary. But Nico would never be stupid enough or cruel enough to sentence some poor idiot to a slow, painful death just because he’d wanted to get off with someone who wasn’t Mal.
He didn’t care who it was or how nice they were. Mal wasn’t bound to any code of conduct. Not like the Mulvaneys. And he had no doubt he could easily cover up his indiscretion if it came to that. But Nico would never let it come to that. Because he was a good person. The best, really. Far better than crazy Malachi with his ten thousand personalities, all of whom were willing to kill.
Mal believed in rewarding good behavior. He wanted to show Nico he’d done well by choosing him. He sank his mouth overNico’s cock, his lips gliding over velvety skin, tracing the vein underneath with his tongue. Nico let out a heavy breath through his nose, hips bucking almost against his will.
“Sorry,” he whispered, then slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes going wide.
Nico looked like he was going to actually start crying when Mal pulled off. “Uh-uh, Fidget. No cheating. Hands down.”
Nico did sob then, giving Mal a pleading look.
