Mal finished undressing, throwing his clothes in the direction of their shared laundry basket. Nico’s heart cartwheeled behind his ribs as Mal crawled up the bed, hoveringover him as he bent to take Nico’s nipple into his mouth. He bit back a soft moan, his fingers threading in Mal’s hair.
Nico was already leaking a puddle onto his belly. Mal played with him, licking and sucking that one pebbled nub until it was red and Nico was writhing beneath him. Just when Nico thought he might cry, Mal switched to the other side, giving it the same treatment, teeth scraping until Nico yelped, fisting Mal’s hair, trying to pull him away.
Mal lifted his head, lips swollen, eyes glazed.
“Hurts,” Nico mumbled.
Mal blinked at him slowly, pressing down on his abused nipple until Nico cried out. Mal tilted his head as if confused. “I thought you wanted me to hurt you, Fidget?”
“I do,” Nico swore, then blurted. “It’s all I think about.”
The shift in Mal’s demeanor sent a shiver down his spine, those sharp feline eyes narrowing like a cat getting ready to pounce.
Mal continued to watch him as he moved down his body, teeth grazing over Nico’s ribs, making the muscles beneath jump. “When do you think about it?”
“When do you think?” Nico snapped.
Nico yelped as Mal pinched his thigh. “I asked you a question,” he said, his detached tone making Nico’s cock leak once more.
Nico opened his mouth then closed it again. What was he supposed to say? He couldn’t tell him the truth. His breath caught as Mal sank his teeth into his hip bone, then traced the dip of his hip with his tongue. “Answer me.”
Nico wasn’t going to survive this. He gave another strangled cry as Mal sank his teeth into the soft flesh of his belly hard enough to leave tooth impressions. “Fuck,” he said in a rush. “You know when I think about it.”
“I don’t know any such thing,” he said, laving over the latest indentations. “Tell me, Fidget. Do you think about it while you’re getting off? While you’re touching yourself and wishing it was me? Tell me what you think about while you’re touching yourself.”
Nico’s whole body flushed as he thought about all the times he’d stood in the bathroom, fisting his cock, wearing nothing but Mal’s hoodie, drenched in his scent.
“I can’t,” Nico muttered. “It’s too embarrassing.”
Pain shot through him as Mal flicked his swollen nipple. Nico glowered at him, which only seemed to amuse him.
“I won’t ask again,” he said in a sing-song voice. “Whatever punishment you get later will be your own fault.”
“Later?” Nico echoed.
Mal’s gaze nailed him in place. “Mm. I’m trying to be sweet with you tonight. I can’t do both. So punishments will have to wait until next time.”
Next time.A chill slid along his nerves. He knew Mal meant every word.
“Come on, Fidget. Be a good boy and I’ll give you a reward.” Nico whimpered as Mal sat back on his knees, trailing a finger over his straining cock. “Look how wet you are,” Mal said, rubbing over the wet tip and bringing his fingertip to his lips, sucking it off.
Nico had never been so horny and so frustrated in his whole life. Only Mal could do this to him.
“I-I think aboutthis,” Nico blurted, voice shaking. “I think about you kissing me, touching me…spanking me…biting me, dragging your nails down my skin.”
Mal’s gaze perused Nico’s body, smoothing his palms up Nico’s torso, then dragging his blunt nails down his chest and abdomen, leaving angry red lines in his wake, making Nico’swhole body bow in pain. “Like that?” Mal asked, sounding almost curious.
“Yes, fuck,” Nico panted.
“What else?” Mal murmured, wrapping a hand around Nico’s length.
Nico moaned at the sudden heat surrounding him. Mal began to stroke him with a loose grip. It was maddening. “Fuck.”
The hand stopped. Nico glared at him. Mal was unfazed. He arched a brow.
Nico made a noise of frustration. “I think—I think about you tying me up,” he confessed. Mal tightened his fist, stroking him firmly, the sudden pleasure making him woozy. “You—You using toys on me, edging me for hours, not letting me come, no matter how much I beg.”
Mal jerked him faster, dragging a low moan from him, the catch of his dry hand made slightly sticky by the pre-cum dripping down his shaft. How the fuck could this feel so fucking good? He’d jerked himself off thousands of times. Hell, he’d let other people jerk him off. It was nothing compared to Mal. “I think about you inside me, stretching me, filling me up. Making me cry.”
