Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Adrenaline pumped through him, his fight or flight kicking in. Nico couldn’t do this.
They stepped inside and Mal shut the door behind them. Nico stood, frozen as Mal dropped his wallet and keys on the desk and turned on the small lamp. Nico was breathing like he’d run a marathon, his mouth dry. It was like someone had sucked all the air from the room. He felt lost…he didn’t know how to do this. Tobethis.
Then Mal looked at him and everything went quiet. The world just stopped. Mal was always weird, always intense, but right now, he looked at him with a possessiveness that had him shaking. Nico didn’t know what to do with his shaky hands, so he just…stood there.
Mal’s hands found his hips, giving them a squeeze.
“Why do you look so scared?” Mal asked, brushing his nose against Nico’s cheek.
Why did that feel so good? So…weirdly intimate?
“‘Cause I am,” he mumbled. “This changes everything.”
Mal backed him up against the door with a thud. “It changes nothing. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. You’ll always be mine.”
Heat flooded his belly, his cock filling behind his zipper. “You can’t just say things like that.”
Mal nosed Nico’s head to the side, nuzzling his face against his neck. “You want me to lie?”
“N-No,” Nico managed, eyes rolling back, nipples hardening as Mal’s tongue darted out to lick the skin just over his pulse.
Mal pulled back to look him in the eye, his own glinting with something almost dangerous. “Are you saying you’re not mine?”
If he did say it, this would be all over. Mal would never accept anything less than total submission when it came to loving him. The idea of Mal moving on had Nico’s stomach churning. He was Mal’s. And Mal was his. It wasn’t an opinion. It was a fact. Like gravity. Like air. It just was.
Nico shook his head. “I’m not saying that.”
Mal searched his face. “Then say it.”
Nico flushed, wanting to look away, but Mal’s piercing stare pinned him in place. “I’m yours.”
“Say it again,” Mal demanded.
“I’m you?—”
He sucked in a shocked breath as Mal’s lips found his, his hand moving to cup his jaw, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Nico whimpered as Mal licked his way into his mouth. How long had it been since they kissed? It felt like years. Nico melted into it, sagging against the door, letting Mal just move him how he liked.
He bit at Nico’s lips, breath puffing against his skin as he panted, “Say it again.”
“I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours,” Nico said, like a benediction. “Just yours.”
Mal kissed him again, slow and deep, dissolving any lingering doubts, his whole body growing warm as Mal’s hands dropped to slide beneath his hoodie, sliding warm over his skin to thumb across his nipples.
Nico made a needy sound that made Mal grunt against his lips, pushing him harder against the door, leg settling firmly between both of his. Nico sucked in a breath at the promise of something more. He was so achingly hard, the painful press of his zipper an uncomfortable reminder.
Nico made a pleading sound as Mal broke the kiss, but then realized he was taking his shirt off. Once he tossed the hoodie on the floor, he connected their mouths once more. It was wet and dirty, but Nico was too far gone to care. He was high off Mal’s lips on his.
Mal broke away to trail his mouth over Nico’s jaw, his ear, his throat. Nico yelped as Mal sank his teeth into the delicate skin where neck met shoulder. He was undeterred by Nico’s cry, greedily sucking on the skin then making a satisfied sound before moving higher up to do it again.
Nico’s insides were thrumming, electricity jolting straight to his dick every time Mal bit him. He had to feel Nico’s cock pressed against his leg. He could feel Mal’s own hardness against his hip.
Mal pulled away then scraped his teeth along Nico’s chin before dipping his tongue inside, making another quiet noise of approval when Nico sucked on it greedily.
“Please,” Nico whispered.
“Sensitive here?” Mal asked, ghosting his lips over the spot.
