“Mal,” Nico whined, dragging out his name in that way he did when he was too lazy to do something himself.
Mal laughed again. “Give me the lube and I’ll get myself ready. Then you just have to like…slide right in.”
Nico groaned, pitching forward to drop his forehead to Mal’s chest. “You’re being impossible.”
“If it’s that big a deal, I could just ride you. You can keep your pillow princess status another day.”
Nico’s mouth fell open, eyes narrowing as he jabbed his finger into Mal’s side, earning a pained grunt from him.
Nico gasped, eyes going wide. “Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He pitched forward, hovering over him to pepper his face with kisses. Mal couldn’t take it anymore. He cupped the back of Nico’s head and connected their lips, earning an indignant squeak from Nico. Mal slanted his mouth over his, sweeping his tongue over his lips, groaning as Nico opened for him instantly.
By the time he pulled back, Nico had melted against him, staring up at him with heart eyes and blown pupils. “Fuck, I missed your mouth,” Mal said, dragging him into another kiss, this one wetter, filthier. Nico whimpered into his mouth, Mal swallowed it down along with any further protests.
When he finally pushed Nico back gently, his lips were swollen and his gaze glassy. “Just my mouth?” he murmured, leaning down to close his lips around Mal’s nipple.
“It’s a start,” Mal gritted out as Nico’s tongue flicked over him, then swirled around the sensitive flesh, before closing his lips around it and sucking.
“Fuck. Just like that, Fidget.”
Nico whined low but scraped his teeth over him, then bit down, his sharp little teeth digging in. Lightning shot through Mal’s core, his cock twitching, like there was a direct link between the sensitive flesh Nico played with and his aching length, leaking between them. “Now, the other one, baby.”
Nico groaned, giving one last teasing bite before replacing his teeth with his fingers, rolling and tugging at it. He ghosted his lips over Mal’s sternum before closing his mouth over his other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
“Fuck, good boy,” Mal rasped. “You’re doing so well.”
Nico whined then, sitting back on his haunches, his hands skimming along Mal’s torso, seemingly fixated on the faint purple marks. His face collapsed until he looked adorably forlorn. He began to press kisses to every mark he could find.
“I can’t believe they did this to you,” Nico whispered, voice watery.
“Hey, look at me.” Nico jerked his head up to meet Mal’s gaze. His obedience made Mal throb…almost as much as the tears streaming over his cheeks to drip onto Mal’s skin. His heart did a funny little dance behind his ribs. “When I said you look hot crying during sex, this isn’t what I meant.”
“Be serious,” Nico said, sniffling, running soft fingers over every injury. “You could have died.”
“But I didn’t.”
“But you could have. We had sex once and now, you look like this…”
“Are you implying that the universe kicked my ass for falling in love with you?”
“Maybe,” Nico wailed. “It seems like a really weird coincidence.”
“Not so much a coincidence as a consequence of our job, baby.”
“If you died, I’d just…die,” Nico said, bursting into tears.
Mal bit back a smile. It wasn’t funny. It wasn’t. He knew Nico’s trauma would plague him for years to come. But he looked so cute just then, his eyes shining, his nose running, a pretty pout on his heart-shaped mouth. He loved him so much. Sometimes, it took everything in Mal not to just squeeze him until he popped. Cuteness aggression times a thousand.
“I’m not going to die anytime soon.”
“But you will…eventually.”
Mal pulled him against him gently, sighing as Nico blanketed him, wrapping his arms around him. “I’m sorry I’m not immortal, Fidget. But neither are you. I promise you that we will live a very boring life together and then die of old age holding hands in our bed in our nursing home.”
“That’s the plot ofThe Notebook, asshole,” Nico sniffled.
“Oh, right. I thought it sounded familiar. But still, I’m not leaving you alone. You jump, I jump, Jack, and all that. It’s like how Felix and Avi say ‘matching coffins’ all the time. I can’t live without you, Fidget. If you die, I’m coming for you. If I die, I’d like to think you’d go on living, but if you decided to follow me—provided I haven’t managed to knock you up by then?—”
