He grabbed one of the pillows on the bed, pulling it over his face to muffle the sounds.
Spit rolled down his length, the hot suction of Mal’s mouth following in his wake, the sounds obscene but the sensation making Nico moan into the pillow. How was Mal so good at everything? It wasn’t fair. Mal bobbed his head faster, taking him deeper, then crooked his finger, dragging them along his inner walls. Nico gave another muffled cry as Mal glanced over his prostate, his whole body jerking as sparks danced across his eyelids.
Mal’s mouth disappeared, then the pillow was yanked from his face and tossed off the bed. “Uh-uh, Fidget. I wanna hear what I do to you.”
“But Levi and Shiloh…” Nico said faintly.
“How many times have we had to listen to them get off? I’m not missing out on a single sound I drag out of you. They can invest in headphones like we did.”
Before Nico could argue, Mal pulled his fingers free, then thrust back in, impaling him on three. Nico’s breath left him in a whoosh at the sudden intrusion, the burn much more intense this time. After a moment, Nico pushed down on Mal’s fingers, testing the waters. As soon as he adjusted, he didn’t wait for Mal, just started fucking himself frantically, desperate for more.
Mal curled his fingers and Nico cried out again, looking down at him. He stared, eyes glinting darkly, massaging over the bundle of nerves almost menacingly until Nico’s whole body was weak, his thoughts hazy.
“Please…” Nico whispered. “I don’t want to come like this.”
Mal slipped free of his body, leaving him clenching around nothing. Mal shifted, coming up on his knees. Nico watched, riveted as he took the lube, pouring some on his fingers, before stroking it over his cock. From this angle, Mal looked huge. Maybe it was just an optical illusion.
Mal crawled over him. Nico spread his legs, biting his lip as Mal hovered above him, looking down between their bodies, lining himself up with Nico’s hole. His whole body was shaking, but he didn’t know why. He tensed as the blunt head of Mal’s cock pressed against his rim. No, definitely not an optical illusion. He was…thick.
His hands flew to Mal’s shoulders, yearning for something, anything to ground him. He stared up at him, heart skipping at the concentration on Mal’s face. Nico’s chest heaved as he reminded himself to breathe. They were really doing this. Mal would be inside him. For real. The weight of it stole his breath.
Mal pushed forward, but Nico’s body didn’t relent. He whimpered at the sting.
“Relax for me, baby,” Mal murmured, but there was a slight tremble to his words, like he wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be.
“I am relaxed,” Nico snapped. “You’re just way bigger than I thought.” Mal’s eyes went wide at Nico’s tone, but he just stared at him patiently until Nico muttered, “Sorry.”
Mal kissed him then, slow and deep. Nico melted into it, letting Mal distract him in the best possible way. Nico got lost in him, once more letting him have full control.
Then Mal was pressing inside, forcing his way past that tight ring of muscle. Nico tensed, whimpering at the searing burn as his body stretched to accommodate him. Mal didn’t stop, sinking in to the hilt before he stilled.
“Ow, fuck. Ow,” Nico whined, unable to make himself stop clenching down on the intrusion.
Mal scanned Nico’s face, brows pinched. “Do you want to stop?”
Nico blinked back sudden tears, shaking his head. “No. I just…give me a minute.”
It was all too much. Mal was everywhere, pressing him down, filling him up. He was all Nico could see, feel, touch, taste, smell. His whole world had shrunk to just the two of them. It was…intense. Nico wanted to hate it. But he just didn’t.
Mal dropped down to his forearms, planting chaste kisses on Nico’s forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his lips. Nico could kiss Mal forever. Hewantedto kiss him forever. After a few minutes, Mal shifted restlessly, his eyes darting to Nico’s. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s good. I’m good.”
The burn had been replaced by an almost pleasant ache.
“You can move,” Nico said, meeting his gaze. Mal searched his face, like he was looking for any lies. “Please, move.”
Mal pulled out a couple inches before thrusting back in. Nico’s mouth fell open. He felt impossibly big, like he was taking up all the space inside him, carving out a place for himself. Mal watched him carefully, this time retreating until only the head remained before snapping his hips forward, shocking another cry from him as pleasure lanced through him.
“You feel so good,” Nico managed, breathless and a little dizzy. “So good. So full.”
“Yeah?” Mal murmured.
Nico nodded frantically, letting his eyes fall shut. “Yes. Please, fuck me. I need it, need you.”
Mal moved slowly at first, like he was testing the waters, but soon, he had a rhythm that had the head of his cock glancing over Nico’s prostate with every thrust. Nico clung to him, overwhelmed, nails digging into Mal’s back, his muscles slick with perspiration. Every time he opened his eyes, Mal was watching him, like he didn’t want to miss a single reaction.
Nico blushed under Mal’s scrutiny, but wrapped his legs around his waist, breath catching at the change in angle. He gave an unrestrained moan that had Mal picking up speed, a near feral look in his eyes.
