Mal sucked in a sharp breath. “You want me to make you cry, Fidget?” he purred, acting as if this was new information.
Nico wanted to punch him. How was he so fucking unbothered?
Mal’s hand paused. “Yes. Yes. Fuck. Stop stopping, please,” Nico cried.
Electricity shot along Nico’s spine as Mal stroked him, his relentless pace driving him towards release. He was getting close, heat coiling in his belly. He made a pleading sound, all thoughts of wanting to finish with Mal inside him forgotten. He wanted to come. He was so close.
“You promised,” he babbled, fisting the comforter beneath him. “You said you’d hurt me. That you’d make me scream. That’s what you said. Oh, fuck. Please. Please. I’m close. Can I? Please?”
Mal’s hand disappeared. Nico wailed, choking on a sob as his orgasm ebbed, looking down at his cock, flushed an angry red and throbbing painfully. “Why?” he cried, tears gathering in his eyes, chest heaving.
Mal hovered over him, held up by one arm. His free hand gripped Nico’s jaw, tugging it open, dipping his tongue inside. It wasn’t a kiss. It wasn’t. It was more a…show of ownership. Like he knew he could do anything he wanted to him. Mal drew back, then bit his lip, taking it with him, before releasing it with a wet pop.
“‘Cause I’m not done with you yet,” Mal said, stroking his cheek with his thumb, Tears slipped from Nico’s eyes, emotions bubbling up that he couldn’t stave off. Mal gave a satisfied grunt, leaning down to lick them away, crooning, “Don’t worry, Fidget. We both know I don’t need to hurt you to make you scream.”
Nico’s brain melted at his words. If he’d still been stroking him, he would have come on the spot. How was Mal so fucking weird, so distant and detached, but also still able to look inside him and know exactly what it was that got him going?
Nico’s breath rushed out of him as all of Mal’s weight settled on top of him as he hung precariously off the bed. Nico heard his hand patting the floor underneath. Mal gave a triumphant cry, sitting up and showing Nico the half-used bottle of lube.
Nico’s mouth fell open, then he looked away, face hot. “How did you know that was under there?”
Mal rapid-blinked at him for a moment, then said, “The same way I know about the box of sex toys in the back of the closet. I know you.”
“Oh, my God,” Nico groaned, slapping Mal’s thigh.
“Don’t think we aren’t putting those to good use soon,” Mal promised. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”
Mal sat on his knees between Nico’s legs once more, looking him over, gaze greedy. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this. You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Naked and begging. Already crying for me.”
Nico’s heart clenched at his words, that feeling of overwhelm tightening his chest until more tears leaked from the corner of his eyes. What was wrong with him? Why did everything feel so heavy?
Mal studied Nico, his slow blinks almost reptilian. “Bend your knees.”
Nico swallowed audibly, closing his eyes before complying.
“Spread your legs for me,” Mal demanded, voice lower than he’d ever heard it.
Oh, God.
Nico threw his forearm across his eyes, not sure he could handle watching Mal watch him. He inched his heels farther apart. He jumped when Mal’s hands landed on his knees.
“Wider, baby,” Mal crooned, pushing them open lewdly.
Nico made a low keening sound, opening his legs to where Mal wanted them, but refused to come out of hiding, at least not until he could get a hold of his emotions.
“You really are such a good listener,” Mal noted, running his palms along Nico’s inner thighs, stopping just short of anything that might offer him some relief.
Nico groaned, trying to burrow deeper within the crook of his own arm.
“Don’t get shy on me now.”
Sweat gathered at his hairline and along his upper lip despite the air conditioning. He whimpered as Mal caught him beneath his knees, pushing his legs up and back until he was fully open to him, the cold air making him clench while Mal looked his fill.
“Fuck,” he said, tone reverent. “Everything about you really is pretty.”
Nico groaned again. “Did you just call my asshole pretty?”
He jumped as a dry finger ghosted over his rim. “It’s the truth. You wouldn’t want me to lie to you, would you?”
