Those were good.
They were very good.
Mal probably had the prettiest O face. The thought had him squirming.
It was just a kiss, right? They weren’t going to fuck. They were just gonna…make out. High-schoolers did that. Right? Maybe a handjob…a blowjob? Nico choked back a groan as his brain spiraled further into the gutter.
Why couldn’t he be drunk? Why couldn’ttheybe drunk? Then they could give into their urges. Scratch an itch and then blame it on the alcohol. But they were both sober. Stone cold sober. Nico couldn’t stop staring at Mal’s plush mouth, already so, so close. He could feel how warm he was. He knew Mal. Kneweverything about him, knew first hand that the exact weight necessary to chase away Nico’s anxiety was Mal on top of him, crushing him into the mattress.
Crushing, not fucking, you idiot.
“What if it changes things?” Nico whispered, even the thought crushing his heart. “If you hated me, I would die.”
Mal stared…and stared…studying him in that way that most people hated but Nico craved, the way that made it feel like nobody existed for Mal but him. “I couldn’t hate you.”
Nico took a shaky breath, already angling his face towards Mal’s as he said, “What if we have zero chemistry?”
Mal scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Then Mal’s mouth was crashing into his, electricity zinging through him, lighting him up. Nico let out an embarrassing sound from the back of his throat. Mal’s tongue licked across the seam of his lips, demanding entrance. It didn’t even occur to him to refuse, opening for him so easily, like he was born to do it. Mal tasted sweet, like peppermints and cotton candy chapstick. Two very contradicting flavors that somehow just worked…like them.
It was dizzying, Mal’s mouth on his so good it didn’t seem real, it tugged at something deep and dangerous within him, something that terrified him as much as it turned him on. Nico couldn’t get enough. He licked the roof of his mouth, sucked the taste off his tongue, found himself tugging Mal closer and closer, needing the weight of his body, needing him to soothe him almost as much as he needed him to keep agitating him.
Mal made a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a growl, feasting on Nico’s lips hungrily, like he was a meal Mal wanted to devour whole, then suck the juices off his fingers when he was finished. Nico’s head was empty of all thoughts exceptyes, please, more. Of course, Mal knew just how to kiss him, how to touch him, how to grip his face and angle his head so he could take and take and take. Of course, he did.
When Mal pulled back, Nico chased his lips with a whine, trying to pull him back down. Mal stared at him, his eyes dark with desire, his gaze as greedy as his lips, like he just had to see just what he was doing to him.
“Please…” Nico heard himself say.
Mal’s next kiss was bruising, his lips colliding with Nico’s like he was trying to punish him, like he was trying to stamp the taste of himself into Nico’s skin, marking him so everyone else would know. Nico whimpered at the thought, his cock tenting his sweats, his arousal painfully obvious. Mal’s thumb stroked his jaw, then tugged it down, fucking his tongue inside once more like he was daring Nico to try to take control.
Nico didn’t want control. He just wanted to feel, wanted to let go and let Mal take care of him like he always did. It was selfish, but Nico was always selfish when it came to him. This was no different.
Kissing Mal made Nico’s thoughts hazy, sticky and sweet like syrup, made him forget this was a bad idea. Mal’s lips were sinful, urgent, not just mapping the inside of Nico’s mouth but biting at him, sinking his teeth in. Nico couldn’t stop the cries that Mal knocked loose; he wouldn’t let him have even a moment to breathe. He swallowed each high-pitched cry and half-bitten moan like he was collecting them, saving them to be savored later.
Nico finally forced himself to push Mal away, pulling in lungfuls of air, his own breaths loud in the otherwise silent room. Mal was undeterred, pressing wet kisses to his cheekbone, the hinge of his jaw, sucking the sensitive spot just behind his ear, the one that made Nico moan like a porn star and arch his back. Mal made a pleased sound, doing it again.
Nico was lost, so eager already, his insides melting like he was some kind of nuclear reactor. He’d never felt this far gone from just a few kisses. He’d never felt this comfortable withsomeone. He’d never been able to just relax and enjoy. It was just Nico’s luck; Mal was clearly some kind of sex wizard.
They should stop. They should definitely stop right now before Nico forgot all the reasons why this was a terrible idea. He was going to say it, too. He opened his mouth, but then Mal shifted, looming over Nico, eyes glinting with raw hunger. He looked like a fucking predator. It scrambled Nico’s brain, triggering some kind of prey instinct. Except, Nico didn’t roll over and play dead, he let his legs fall open, making space for the big cat currently waiting to pounce.
Mal’s eyes scanned his face. His pupils were huge, eyes almost black. Nico’s stomach flipped. He’d never had someone look at him like that. It was so…possessive, a smug sort of satisfaction like Nico had pleased him by spreading his legs for him. Nico wanted to please him. He wanted it so bad. The low growl that fell from Mal’s lips punched the air from Nico’s lungs.
Nico needed more. He wanted to ask for it. Mal would give him anything if he just asked nicely. But, once again, the words clotted in his throat. It didn’t matter, though. Mal could read his mind. Just like always. He settled firmly between Nico’s thighs, grinding their hips together in a way that had them both moaning, the sheer molten pleasure temporarily whiting out Nico’s vision.
Mal gripped Nico’s jaw, tilting his head how he wanted it before attacking his mouth once more, tongue pressing inside, wet and warm against his own. Nico wrapped his legs around Mal’s waist without thought, locking his ankles as he tried to rut against him. He craved more, was frantic to feed the euphoric feeling building deep inside. He gave a miserable little whine, pulling back to look at Mal with wet eyes.
Mal’s nostrils flared, his palm running along Nico’s thigh. Nico gasped as he gripped his ass hard, pulling him up as he rolled his hips down. Pleasure washed over him, but Malhad clearly decided to obliterate the last shred of Nico’s sanity, fucking up against him hard and fast, the fabric between them providing just enough of a buffer to keep Nico from coming on the spot.
“Oh, god,” Nico panted, eyes rolling back.
Mal grunted, yanked Nico’s legs higher around him, then went back to rutting against him. Was this what it would be like if Mal fucked him? Would he pound him into the mattress just like this? Use him up? Nico bet he would feel so good inside, so big. He’d be so full of him. Nico’s eyelids fluttered closed as Mal slanted their lips together, swallowing another debauched moan.
He was vaguely aware of the noise he was making, but he couldn’t stop. He was going to come in seconds if Mal kept this pace up. They were both breathing heavily, sometimes kissing sloppily, sometimes just panting into each other’s mouths, both now chasing some kind of release.
“Mal…” Nico begged against his lips, not even sure what he wanted to say. He just wanted to hear his voice, to know he was there with him.
Mal nipped his bottom lip, then sucked it soothingly. “Yeah?”
