Nico assumed it was a rhetorical question. The bed shifted as Mal moved. If Mal didn’t didn’t dosomethingsoon, Nico was going to die, either from blue balls or humiliation. He wasn’t sure which was worse.
Nico had never had anyone take this kind of time with him before. If it had been anyone else, he would have bailed long before now and gone home and jerked off. But that was before Mal. If Nico had to choose a significant life event to bisect his time on the planet, it would be meeting Mal. There was only before Mal and after Mal. One was infinitely better than the other.
A broken gasp escaped as Mal’s lips skimmed along his inner thigh, bringing his leg up to rest over one shoulder, letting the other settle on the mattress.
Nico took a quick peek, heart beating double time as he found Mal on his belly between Nico’s spread legs. Mal’s gaze found him as he buried his face in the crease of his leg, breathing him in, eyes rolling like his scent was some kind of drug.
Fuck. Was Mal smelling him? Did he like his smell? Wasn’t his scent too strong there? Was this weird? Well, weirder than Mal’s usual weird?
“What are you doing?” he finally managed, stumbling over his words a bit.
Mal met his eyes, sending a jolt of awareness through him, his voice raspy as he said, “Trying not to devour you.”
Oh.
Nico hid his face once more. It was safer behind his arm where he didn’t have to see Mal expertly dismantling his every defense.
Pain seared him as Mal sank his teeth into the meat of his thigh, causing him to bite back a pained cry. Would he break skin? Nico throbbed, cock leaking copiously at the idea of Mal’s teeth marks permanently embedded in his skin like a brand. Then he could look at them—press on them—anytime he wanted, remembering what they’d done.
Mal bit over his own teeth marks until Nico’s chest was heaving, his heart thudding hard behind his ribs. “You can’t eat me, Bunny.”
The mattress shifted beneath him once more as Mal purred, “Silly Fidget. Sure I can.”
Before Nico could process his words, something warm and wet swept across his rim, knocking a desperate whine from him.
Mal groaned. “Fuck, you taste incredible. I could do this for hours.”
Hours?
Nico’s mouth opened but no sound escaped. It didn’t matter. Mal wasn’t waiting for permission. He buried his face in the heart of him, lapping at his hole like Nico was his favorite flavor of ice cream. Oh, fuck. He was going to have Mal’s tongue bronzed…no, sainted. He couldn’t stop the restless movement of his hips. Mal snaked his arms under his thighs, pinning his hips down, somehow pushing deeper.
Mal ate him like he was starving, like he was savoring a last meal, laving and nibbling, swirling his tongue in a way that made Nico’s inner ears hot and his whole body break out in goosebumps. He was wet everywhere, saliva dripping down his balls, pre-cum still pooling on his belly. “Oh, my god. Oh, my god,” he chanted, panting as he struggled against Mal’s hold.
Nico couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from his lips or the way his fingers threaded in Mal’s hair, pulling him closer. His thighs trembled as Mal hummed against him, probing his entrance with the tip of his tongue, trying to bully his way past the tight muscle.
“Mal,” Nico babbled. “Hnf. I can’t. Oh, fuck. I can’t. I need…oh...”
When Mal didn’t even react, Nico risked a glance down, moaning at the sight of Mal looking up at him as he continued to try to fuck his tongue inside. He showed no signs of slowing or stopping. Truthfully, he looked almost…blissful.
“Bunny, please,” Nico begged. “Fuck me. I need you inside me.”
Mal released him.
Finally…
Nico heard the cap on the lube bottle open, then snap shut.
Mal pressed one of Nico’s bent legs down, cheek rested on Nico’s plush thigh. He flinched as cold lube pressed against the hottest part of him. Mal didn’t hesitate, sliding his finger as far as it could go, groaning like he was on the receiving end. “You’re just sucking me in, like you were made to be fucked.”
Nico whimpered, rolling his hips to try to get Mal moving. Instead, he tipped forward, mouthing at Nico’s balls, then licking over them until Nico felt like he was burning from the inside out. He let Nico fuck himself on his finger, while he tasted any part of Nico he could reach.
Nico made a noise of frustration. “Another. I can take more. Please.”
“So polite when you’re eager,” Mal noted, pulling out, then pushing back in with two fingers.
Nico winced at the flash burn, but it faded almost immediately, leaving behind a feeling of fullness that just wasn’t quite enough. This time, Mal fucked his fingers into him ina steady rhythm, stroking him from the inside as he braced himself, closing his mouth over the tip of Nico’s leaking cock, sucking sloppily.
“Oh, fuck,” Nico managed, hips bucking, pushing his cock a little deeper.
