“Hardy har har,” Nico mumbled.
“I’m just saying, I wouldn’t be sad to see you on the other side. But if we have kids, at least stick around for them.”
Nico’s head jerked up. “Do you…want that?”
Mal frowned. “You to die for me? No. I just said that.”
Nico gave an exasperated sigh. “No. Kids, dummy. Do you want us to have…kids.”
Mal shrugged. “I mean, only if you want them. I’m not trying to baby trap you if that’s what you mean,” he teased.
Nico’s face crumpled and he started to cry again. “You really want to raise kids with me?”
Mal snorted. “I want to do everything with you. How have you not figured that out yet?”
“And you really think that we’d…fit?”
“We already fit. It’s a done deal, Fidget. I already told you, I’m not letting you go. Ever. We can go get married tomorrow if it makes you happy.” Nico’s soft sobs were growing alarmingly loud. “Breathe, baby. Everything is okay.”
It took about five minutes for the waterworks to stop. Nico sat back on his calves, sniffling, eyes red and swollen, cheeks puffy. “Still want me to fuck you or did I kill your boner?”
“You don’t have to, Fidget. You’ve had kind of a rough day.”
Nico gave another wet sniffle. “If you don’t want me to fuck you ‘cause I look all gross now, I get it, but I kind of want to be inside you. Or…have you inside me. I don’t even care, I just really need the two of us to be…connected right now.”
Mal glanced down at his still hard cock lying against his belly. “I’m down if you are.”
Nico gave a definitive nod that had Mal biting back another laugh. “Give me the lube.”
Mal dropped his mask, arching a brow. “Is that how you ask for things?”
Nico visibly shuddered, but he gazed at him through his wet lashes. “Please, may I have the lube, Bunny?”
“Sure, beautiful,” he said, handing the tube over with a grin.
Mal watched as Nico carefully moved to lie between his legs, nudging his thighs open a little more. Mal couldn’t stop hissnicker as Nico applied a generous amount of lube to his fingers. Nico glowered at him. “What’s so funny?”
Mal grinned, then winced as his lip split. “You’re just stretching me for your dick, baby. You’re not trying to fist me.”
Nico huffed out a breath through his nose before grumpily asking, “Are you gonna neg me the whole time?”
Mal didn’t even have it in him to feel bad because he just loved Nico so much. He loved that they could tease each other even after something like Mal getting beat up, even after Nico sobbing in his arms.
“I’m sorry, Fidget,” he said, schooling his features into a mask of indifference. “I’ll just lie here quietly.”
Nico looked horrified. “That’s even worse. Who wants to fuck someone who just…lays there?”
“Me, apparently,” Mal countered.
“Fuck you, I’m not a pillow princess. You wouldn’t let me do anything. Stop tormenting me when I’m horny and sad.”
Mal’s chest felt so light, like his heart might float out of his chest and explode into a thousand smaller hearts that would rain down on them. “I’m teasing you. Just do whatever you want with me.”
Mal couldn’t hide his surprise when Nico came to cuddle up next to him, curled around his side like always, pressing a kiss to Mal’s shoulder.
“Open your legs,” he said softly.
Nico threw one leg over his, pulling it wider. Mal bent his other knee, then just waited, eyes closed, Nico’s ragged breaths soothing his rough edges. The first touch of the lube made him jump, and he tensed his abs, which made him grunt in pain.
