“Yeah,” he managed. “Please…”
“Please, what, baby?” Mal cooed, his hand dropping to pinch Nico’s nipple until he gave a soft cry.
“Do something,” Nico begged.
Mal dragged his nail over the pebbled flesh, earning a soft gasp. “Is that how you ask for things?”
“Please, do something,” Nico said, gazing up at Mal with his best puppy dog eyes.
“Be more specific,” Mal said, nibbling at his lips as he continued to torture Nico’s nipple between his fingertips.
“I just… I don’t know… It just hurts,” Nico wailed.
“This?” he taunted, twisting the delicate nub in his fingers once more.
“No,” Nico all but sobbed. “Here.”
He rolled his hips against Mal’s leg, just in case he couldn’t feel him.
Mal gripped Nico’s ass hard, dragging him down as he flexed his thigh, pleasure arcing through him at the friction. “This what you need?”
Nico nodded quickly.
Mal squeezed harder. “Use your words.”
“Yes,” Nico cried. “Please. Just… I need you to just?—”
Nico moaned as Mal rocked Nico down on his thigh once more, the pain of his zipper grinding against his skin blurring with the mind-numbing bliss each time Mal forced him against the firm muscle.
“You could come just from this, huh?” Mal taunted. “You like my thighs that much, Fidget?”
“Yes. Oh, fuck—Yes,” he panted, his hands clinging to the fabric of Mal’s hoodie, fearing his knees would give out any moment.
Mal dipped his head to lick into his open mouth. “I love the sounds you make.”
Nico sobbed, another flood of warmth rushing through him, making him leak into his underwear.
Mal forced Nico’s hips into a rhythm that had him panting against his lips, eyes rolled back behind closed lids, unable to process the almost drug-like euphoria that flooded his system.
“Want me to make you come, Fidget?”
That jolted Nico out of his daze. “No,” he cried.
Mal’s leg disappeared, and he stared at Nico with confusion. “Do you want to stop?”
“What? No. I just—I don’t want to come like that. I wanna come with…”
“With?” Mal prodded.
“With you inside me,” Nico mumbled, flushing to the tips of his ears.
Mal’s pupils blew wide, nostrils flaring. His hands dropped to Nico’s waistband, making short work of his button and zipper, then pushing both his jeans and underwear down at the same time. Nico kicked them the rest of the way off, then toed off his socks.
Mal’s gaze raked his naked body. He’d seen it all before, but it still left Nico feeling truly…defenseless.
“Get on the bed,” Mal demanded, flicking his eyes towards the mattress like Nico might misinterpret him.
Nico’s cock kicked at the casual order. He took the few steps to the mattress, sitting down then shuffling back until his head lay on the pillows. Mal didn’t follow him down. Instead, he held Nico’s gaze as he reached behind him, pulling his hoodie off with one hand, then tossing it. Nico bit his lip as he took in Mal’s bare torso, fingers aching to touch. He’d seen him naked a million times, but never in this context.
