“Pants and underwear off.”
Nico’s shaky hands found his waistband. He tried to turn away, inexplicably shy considering how much Mal had already seen of him over their time together.
“Uh-uh,” Mal said. “Eyes on me.”
Nico’s mouth was a desert, every drop of moisture evaporating from his tongue as he asked, “N-Now what?”
Mal sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. “Face down.”
Why did he have to look so hot doing this? Without the sex, this was far more humiliating. He was far more vulnerable.
When he hesitated, Mal gently pulled him towards him. “Hey, look at me.” Nico’s gaze jerked to his. “You can say no.”
Nico opened his mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he shook his head, then tripped as he tried to lie across Mal’s lap. Mal laughed softly, stroking his hair, then positioned him how he wanted, his cock trapped against Mal’s muscular thigh. Nico found a chip in the flooring. He focused on it until that was his whole world.
Then, all he could do was wait.
But Mal was taking his time, his hands roving over all his newly exposed skin. “You're so soft.” Nico’s head spun as Mal’s fingertips stroked along his spine, over the swell of his ass, down his thighs, and back up again. Nico was already breaking out in a sweat and they hadn’t done a thing.
When Mal finally spoke, Nico jumped, his pulse stuttering. “We’ll use the traffic light system. Do you know what that is?”
“Red is stop. Yellow is slow down. Green means go,” Nico said.
Nico had spent years researching these things, but he was quickly realizing that reading about a subject and living it were two very different things. He wanted this just as much as it scared him. He wanted to be good for Mal, wanted to hear him praise him. He craved it.
“We’re gonna do ten. You’re going to count. If you forget or make a mistake, we start over. Got it?” Mal asked, hand warm on his thigh.
“Yes,” Nico managed, voice shaking.
“Don’t be scared, Fidget,” Mal said, his voice surprisingly tender once more. “You’re the one in control here. You have all the power.”
Nico gave a stilted nod he wasn’t sure Mal even saw.
The first crack of Mal’s palm stole his breath, his back bowing in surprise, tears springing to his eyes.
Mal rubbed over the injury.
“O-One,” Nico managed.
Smack.
“Two,” he gasped, fire blazing across the curve of his ass, overlapping the first and leaving a feeling like pins and needles in its wake.
Again, Mal soothed the spot. “See? You’re already doing so well.”
Something like roses blossomed in his chest at Mal’s words. He was doing well. He was doing this right. It didn’t dull the sting, but it alleviated the…something…that was gnawing at his insides.
Smack.
Nico yelped as his hand fell over the fullest part of his cheek, right where he sat. He didn’t realize his hand had moved to cover the spot until Mal snatched his wrist.
“Th-Three,” Nico managed, voice strangled.
Mal held his roving hand hostage at the small of Nico’s back. “You’re doing so well, Fidget. Don’t start misbehaving already,” he warned.
Four landed just below the last, sharp and stinging, making Nico squirm. He bit back a sudden moan at the friction of Mal’s thigh against his trapped cock, his eyes rolling behind his lids. “Four,” he said, breathless.
Ten had never seemed so far away. Tears dripped onto the floor as Mal’s hand fell once more, a thousand fire ants biting atonce. Some part of him had truly thought Mal might go easy on him. “Five,” he managed, choking back a sob.
