Nico immediately retreated, face pinched.
Mal shook his head. “Baby, no. It wasn’t you. Keep touching me, please.”
Nico’s fingers returned to his rim, massaging the muscle with two fingers. Mal moaned as Nico pushed a finger inside. Fuck. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d bottomed for anyone. Nico probed him carefully, working a finger in and out, pressing kisses into his shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut like he was afraid to look. “You’re so hot inside. It’s crazy.”
Mal tipped his head back, his own breath quickening as he panted, “Yeah? You like it?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “So much.”
“Wait until it’s your cock stretching me open.”
Nico groaned, the sound vibrating pleasantly against Mal’s shoulder.
Nico pulled back, tucking another finger in with the first, then sliding both back inside.
Mal made a half-bitten sound as Nico’s fingers grazed his prostate, his hips kicking up. “Feels so good. You’re doing so good, Fidget. Stretching me so well. Getting me ready for your cock. My good boy.”
Nico whined at the praise, fingers moving a little faster before he started scissoring them each time he pulled out.
Mal brought his hand to Nico’s hair, tugging hard as he fucked down on his fingers. “Another, baby. Give me another.”
Nico did as he was told. This time, the stretch was harder, more intense, and Nico whimpered, gently biting down on Mal’s shoulder as he pumped his fingers, his cock twitching against Mal’s hip.
“I’m good. It’s good. Come on, Fidget. Fuck me. I can take it. I want it,” Mal babbled.
Nico gave another low whine, rutting against Mal’s side.
Mal tugged his hair hard, just a little warning. “Now, Fidget.”
Nico made a beleaguered little sound but slipped his fingers free, wiping them on the towel that hung half off the bed, then settled over him. Mal grimaced, the muscles beneath his ribsthreatening to spasm. “Sorry. Sorry. Sorry,” Nico chanted again, taking his weight off, just hovering over him.
Mal caught his gaze. “Do you want me on my hands and knees, baby?”
Nico choked on saliva. “Do you want me to come in six seconds?”
“How do you want me, baby?”
Nico seemed to ponder it for a moment, then crawled back between his legs, getting up on his knees. This time, it was Nico’s eyes feasting on Mal’s naked form. He took the lube, once more squeezing out way too much before spreading it over his cock.
He walked forward on his knees, then settled closer, gentle as he pulled Mal’s ass into his lap. “Is this okay?”
“More than,” Mal said, watching him from beneath hooded lids.
Nico nodded. “Okay.”
Mal’s breath hitched at the blunt pressure against his rim. His breath became a moan as Nico breached him, advancing a couple of inches, then stopping.
Mal took in Nico’s strained expression, worrying he’d put too much pressure on him. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” he echoed. “Your ass is incredible. I’m gonna come in two seconds if I don’t just…take a minute.”
“It’s okay if you come fast. I just want the ache of knowing you’ve been inside me.” Nico whined, giving him a pleading look. “It’s okay. You’re good. Take your time.”
Nico made it approximately sixty seconds before his patience wore thin, and he sank the rest of the way, both of them moaning.
“You feel so good inside me, Fidget.”
“Yeah?” Nico asked, pulling back a couple of inches, then thrusting forward.
