Mal ignored it. “I’m not going to count that one. But three strikes and you’re out. I’ll just leave you like this, hard and aching, and you won’t come until I decide you’ve earned it.” Nico’s brows went up like he had a question but Mal answered it before Nico could give himself his first strike. “And no, it won’t be tonight. Maybe not tomorrow either. So, I suggest you show me you can be good and keep your mouth shut.”
Nico’s brows knitted together, and he scanned Mal’s face like he was trying to decide whether he was serious or not. He would learn soon enough that Mal didn’t make idle threats, not even to those he loved. Nico’s body belonged to him. He’d said he wanted Mal to decide what he needed and he would. Nico had more important things to worry about than taking care of himself.
That was Mal’s job.
Nico finally gave another stilted nod, his hands smoothing through Mal’s hair, applying a less than subtle downward pressure that had him biting back a smile. Nico was going to be such a brat and Mal couldn’t wait.
He swallowed Nico’s cock once more, taking him to the back of his throat without warning, earning another strangled sob. Mal didn’t stop bobbing his head, just pinched Nico’s thigh meanly, hard enough to bruise. His gasp was gunshot loud in the otherwise quiet room. The only sounds were the computerfan and Nico’s heavy breathing as he tried to maintain his composure.
Mal sucked him from root to tip, swirling his tongue around the head, teasing his tongue in the notch there, before plunging back down. He loved the tang of Nico’s skin on his tongue and the slightly musky scent. Saliva dripped from his mouth as he worked him over, setting an aggressive pace. He worked a hand between Nico’s legs, fingers slipping between his cheeks and teasing his entrance with the tip of his finger.
Even without Nico’s noises, Mal could feel the younger boy losing his mind above him. His hands spasmed painfully in Mal’s curls, tugging hard as he squirmed, his thigh muscles tensing with every tight drag. He was panting like someone who was halfway through a marathon, his head thrown back as he thrashed against the pillows beneath. His hair was going to be a disaster later.
Mal pulled off, suddenly frantic to taste him. He roughly pushed Nico’s thighs towards his chest, spreading him just enough to get another look at his tight little hole. He spit on it, then laved over it, once, twice before placing tiny kisses to the sensitive skin around it. When he closed his mouth over him and sucked, Nico wailed, hips grinding down frantically.
Mal pulled back just enough to say, “That’s two.”
Nico’s affronted look did have him laughing this time. He glared at Mal but only until he returned to his new favorite treat. He took his time, eating Nico out like he was a dessert to be savored and Mal was starving. The more he teased at his entrance, the more Nico wiggled, trying and failing to force Mal’s tongue past his rim. He was pulling so hard at Mal’s hair, he half worried he might rip it out. When his tongue finally breached him, Nico tried to push himself down, like he could fuck himself on it.
Mal pulled back enough to spit again, right on his slightly gaping hole, then pushed his index finger inside without warning, earning another hard yank on his hair. Mal ignored him, snaking an arm beneath his leg, settling his palm on his hip to keep him in place as he stroked him from the inside, the tight soft walls making Mal grind against the mattress just to stave off the ache of his own neglected dick.
Mal worked his finger in and out, knowing it felt good but not enough to satisfy. Nico’s hands finally relinquished Mal’s hair to twist in the sheets at his sides as Mal rewarded him by adding another digit, teasing them across his prostate. Every muscle in Nico’s body was tight as a bow string, straining with the effort to stay silent in the wake of so much pleasure.
On the next stroke, Mal rubbed that tiny bundle of nerves with malicious intent, watching Nico as he did. He was staring up at the ceiling, cock leaking copious amounts of pearly white fluid, already looking so beautifully fucked out. Mal chuckled. Nico’s gaze snapped to him, earning a glare followed by a pout from his restless boy. He looked so adorable like this, split over Mal’s fingers. It didn’t dissuade him from his sensual torture.
Nico squeezed his eyes shut when Mal finally closed his mouth over him once more, working him quickly, his fingers battering his prostate, swallowing the bitter fluid leaking from his tip. He had to give Nico credit—he lasted a lot longer than Mal thought he would, but soon, he was frantically tapping him, his breathing ragged. Mal ignored his warning, doubling his efforts. Nico wailed as he came, his release flooding Mal’s mouth.
Mal kept it gathered on his tongue, crawling over Nico’s body, using his clean hand to pry his mouth open as he looked up at him, eyes unfocused. He let Nico’s cum drip from his tongue back into Nico’s own mouth.
“Don’t swallow.”
Nico whimpered but nodded. Mal had thought he’d just jerk off, but seeing Nico lying there naked, warm, wet mouth open and waiting, he couldn’t resist. He grabbed the waistband of his underwear, clumsily working them down his legs and then off, tossing them in the same direction as Nico’s.
He straddled Nico’s shoulders, bracing one hand on the wall before him. Nico rubbed his face against Mal’s length like a cat, moaning.
“Such a good little whore for me,” Mal said, a little awestruck by the view before him. Mal took his cock in hand, sliding it between Nico’s lips into the filthy mess of cum and saliva inside, giving a pained groan as some of it escaped down Nico’s chin.
Mal pulled back, slapping his cock against Nico’s bottom lip. “Relax your throat and don’t swallow until I say.” Nico nodded as best he could, looking up at him with wide teary eyes, so fucking innocent even with cum painting his lips and chin. “Be a good boy and let me use you.” Nico whimpered. Mal gripped his hair, moaning as he pressed back inside, fucking his cock deep into Nico’s throat, watching as he gagged, eyes bulging as he fought to control it. Mal retreated enough to let him breathe, then pushed back again, deeper this time, smiling when Nico didn’t gag, then groaning as his throat convulsed around him. “Fuck yeah. Holy fuck. Such a good boy, Fidget.”
Nico wailed around him, which only made him fuck his mouth a little harder, a little deeper, every wet gag driving him closer to orgasm. The next time he pushed deep, he held it there, watching with interest as Nico’s eyes grew teary, his nose starting to run, spit and drool and cum spilling from his lips. “So filthy,” he chided, even as he started to struggle beneath him. Mal didn’t pull back, just locked eyes with the boy beneath him. “You can take it. Just relax.” Another high-pitched whine vibrated along his cock. “Shh, I know what’s best, remember?”
When Nico stopped fighting, Mal released him. Nico dragged heavy breaths in through his nose, but he never closed his mouth, didn’t swallow. “Ready?”
Nico’s lids fluttered, but he nodded. Mal gripped his hair, plunging forward once more. Pleasure bubbled in his belly like melted sugar. Nico’s mouth felt so good, his throat clenching around him just like his tight little ass would soon. He used him hard, fucking his throat, no matter how much he wretched or gagged…no matter how much he cried.
“Fuck, your mouth is incredible. Such a good boy. Look at how well you take my cock. I knew you’d be incredible. My good boy. One more time for me.”
He gripped Nico’s hair tight, dragging his head up as he fucked down, holding him in place while his muscles convulsed around his cock, making Mal groan long and low as more and more tears spilled. He pulled back when Nico’s nails started clawing at his thighs.
“You gonna cry, Fidget?” he mocked. “We’ve barely even started.” He worked himself into his mouth in short, shallow thrusts, teasing deeper every third or fourth stroke, his release building fast. “You can take this much, can’t you? For me, Fidget?”
Nico nodded as best he could, his hands roaming Mal’s thighs restlessly.
“How can anyone look so innocent with a cock in their mouth?” Mal mused, thrusting faster, pure bliss shooting through him each time Nico moaned around him. “That’s my good boy. You’re doing so well. Taking me so well,” Mal praised. “I’m gonna come soon, pretty boy. My pretty baby.”
Nico practically purred at that. Mal just knew he’d have a praise kink. Fuck, he was flawless. Mal worked his hips faster at the thought, unable to tear his gaze away from the boy beneath him, so obedient as he fucked deeper and deeper into his throatonce more, the wetness of his saliva and Nico’s own release coating his cock, the noises obscene.
Teeth scraped along the head of Mal’s cock and he bit back another moan, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off his impending release, then pulled out. “Tongue.”
