Both of them moaned again before looking at each other and laughing softly.
“Need you to fuck me now, Fidget. Can you do that for me?”
Nico made a helpless noise that sounded like, “Hnf.”
He looked dazed as he pulled out, then snapped his hips forward. Molten pleasure shocked through him as Nico grazed that tiny bundle of nerves within him. He could already feel his orgasm building just from one stroke.
Nico carefully grabbed Mal’s hips, starting up a slow but steady rhythm, biting back whimpers of his own. “You feel so good,” he said, chanting it over and over again as he fucked inside him.
Mal fisted his cock, stroking himself lazily. Nico’s gaze snagged on Mal’s hand, locking in, pacing his thrusts to match Mal’s. He wasn’t sure if he even knew he was doing it. Mal stroked himself faster, biting back a harsh sound as Nico adjusted his speed, matching him, his expression vacillating from blissed out to almost pained.
Mal squeezed his cock, trying to stave off his release for at least another few minutes, getting almost as much pleasure watching Nico as he was from the euphoric little shocks that danced over his spine every time Nico hit his prostate.
Nico’s confidence grew the more vocal Mal became. He tried not to hold back, while still remembering the house full of people just outside the door.
“I’m not gonna last much longer,” Nico said. “You just feel too good. You’re so fucking soft inside. It’s killing me in the best possible way.”
Mal stroked himself faster, Nico’s hips slapping against his ass with every snap of his hips.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Mal praised. “Fuck me, Fidget. Hard.”
Nico did as he was told, leaning forward, changing the angle. Heat punched through Mal’s belly, his mouth falling open asNico pummeled his prostate again and again until fireworks danced behind his lids. “Good boy. That’s it. So good for me, baby. Fucking me so well. Fuck. Fuck.”
Nico whimpered, hips falling off rhythm. “I can’t… I’m gonna…”
“It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to. You’ve been so good for me. Come whenever you want.”
Nico made a soft sound of relief, hips snapping frantically, no longer holding back at all. Mal started to match his pace, but Nico batted his hand away, taking over, jerking him with startling efficiency.
Mal could feel his release building.“Fuck, Fidget. Come for me. Come inside. Come on, pretty. Let me see it.”
Mal gasped as his orgasm hit, coming over his fist, painting his belly and chest with his release. Nico groaned, giving two more off-kilter thrusts, then pushed in as deep as he could go as he came hard, burying his face in Mal’s neck to muffle his cry.
Mal wrapped his arms around him as Nico collapsed against his chest. “Good boy, baby. You did so well.”
Nico seemed to glow under his praise. He pulled back, bracing himself on his forearms. “I felt like a fucking virgin all over again. I don’t usually need that much hand-holding, I swear.”
“Hush. It’s been a crazy fucking day.”
Nico pressed his forehead to Mal’s. “I love you.”
Mal grinned. “Are you going to tell me you love me every time we fuck?”
“I’m going to tell you I love you every time I see you…but especially when you make me come so hard I can hear colors.”
“I love you, too,” Mal said, that light feeling returning to his chest.
An urgent knock startled them both. Before they could say anything, Seven called out to them, voice grumpy even muffled,“If you two are done fucking, can we get this meeting over with? Some of us have to work in the morning.”
Nico and Mal looked at each other then burst out laughing. “Coming,” they said in unison.
“Oh, we know. Weallknow,” Seven shot back.
They didn’t say anything, just stood, heading towards the ensuite bathroom.
They had just passed the bedroom door when they heard Seven shout, “I’m so tired of being subjected to other people fucking.”
Nico shook his head. “He really needs to fuck that lawyer before he ruptures something.”
