“Yeah?” Mal growled.
Nico managed a nod, then bit his lip, biting back another helpless cry as Mal sped up. He bit down on Mal’s shoulder, heat punching through him with every thrust. Mal fucked like he danced, with precision, each snap of his hips driving Nico closer to release. He could no longer stop the sounds falling past his lips, Mal’s hips pistoning hard enough to drive the bed frame against the wall in a way that was certainly going to get them a lecture tomorrow.
Nico didn’t know how long they were at it. Mal had stamina. They were both dripping with sweat, Nico babbling incoherent nonsense that would certainly humiliate him tomorrow. “Mal…so good…so perfect…so perfect, Bunny.Hnf.You fuck me—Oh, god—so good. Fuck. Fuck. Right there. Please.”
Mal pulled out, sitting up on his knees, dragging Nico’s hips into his lap before slamming back home, going right back to his same brutal pace. Only now, he was hitting Nico’s prostate dead on, the pleasure washing over him so intense it stole his ability to speak.
“Who do you belong to?” Mal panted. “Tell me again.”
“You,” Nico sobbed, tears and sweat running down his face. “You, just you.”
“Say it again,” Mal demanded.
“You. You. You. I swear, it’s only you.”
Mal groaned, tipping his head back as Nico’s neglected cock slapped against his stomach.
“Please,” Nico slurred. “Can I come?”
“Asking permission,” Mal snarled, all composure finally gone. “So good for me. Can you come untouched?” Mal asked.
Two hours ago, Nico would have said there was no way he was capable of that. Now, it was an inevitability, pleasure building like a wave inside him.
“Yes,” he cried.
Every time Mal nailed that bundle of nerves, Nico’s body jolted, driving him closer to the edge. He was so close…he just needed a little more. A little push. He’d never felt anything like this before. He could feel his orgasm right there, just out of reach.
“Fuck. I wanna feel you come on my cock.”
“Can I? Can I come? Please?” Nico said, all but choking on the words.
Mal nodded. “Do it, come for me. Let me feel it.”
That was all it took. Nico came hard, fireworks exploding behind his lids as his release coated his stomach and chest, even his chin. Nico couldn’t stop the words spilling out of him. “I love you. I love you. I love… I love you.”
Mal’s whole body tensed, his hips stuttering. He dragged Nico’s hips upwards as he thrust deep, holding him there, grinding against him as he emptied himself inside him, marking him from the inside out. Mal shivered through the aftershocks, then collapsed onto Nico, both of them breathing heavy, skin wet and sticky.
“I love you, too,” Mal said, pressing a kiss to Nico’s sweaty temple.
“We’re in so much trouble tomorrow,” Nico said.
“Totally worth it.”
“So…that happened.”
Nico’s soft words hung between them on the bed, his eyes fearful. Mal studied his face, taking in his swollen lips and the mouth-shaped bruises on his neck.
It had taken twenty minutes of them lying in their own sweat and cum for Mal to coax Nico into a shower. Once under the spray, he’d bit back a smile while Nico complained the entire time. He was tired. He was hungry. Everything hurt. Mal had listened to it all, scrubbing them both with detached efficiency, trying not to get hard again as he took in the evidence of their night. The kind they couldn’t wash down the drain.
The fingerprint-shaped bruises on Nico’s hip bones, the scratches down his chest, the various bite marks on his belly and thighs. Mal was all over Nico. There was no way anyone could deny who he belonged to. When Mal tried to settle his fingers over the bruises, Nico had smiled and called him a perv.
Once they were clean, Mal had made Nico a snack, which he ate while sitting in their desk chair, watching as Mal replaced their filthy comforter with a clean, soft quilt.
Now, they were finally in bed, covers pulled up over their heads, in a cozy pocket of warmth. They were on their sides, facing one another, close enough for their foreheads to touch if they both leaned forward just a bit. Close enough for Mal’s leg to press between Nico’s. Close enough that Mal could smell the peppermint of their toothpaste with every breath Nico took.
“Yeah. It did,” Mal agreed carefully.
“Do you—Do you think of me any differently?” Nico asked.
