He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands. “Show me what you got, Fidget. I’ll be quiet.”
Nico could feel his hard-won confidence circling the drain, but still, he held Mal’s gaze. When he hesitated, Mal tossed a pillow to the ground between his knees, then gave him another challenging look and a slight nod of his head.
Cocky asshole.
How could Mal make him feel so comfortable and so nervous at the same time? Was this what it was like being in a relationship? Would Mal talk him through it like he had fucking him? Nico hated to admit how much he’d liked it. He hated having to think, having to guess what Mal wanted from him. He wanted to please him. He wanted to do a good job. He wanted Mal to praise him for his efforts.
He took a deep breath, then dropped to his knees on the soft pillow, staring at Mal’s flushed cock, now hard and wet. He bit his bottom lip, eyeing him.
“I can practically see the wheels turning in that pretty little head of yours. You talk a good game, baby, but the minute you see my cock, you go completely dumb. It’s almost like you want to be punished. Or maybe you just really, really like being told what to do?”
Nico flushed, his chest and jeans growing tight.
“Is that it?” Mal practically purred, reaching one hand up to cup the back of his head. “Do you just really like me giving you instructions?” Nico gave a stilted nod, heart racing. He winced as Mal knotted his fingers into his hair, wrenching his head back until they were eye to eye.
Nico whimpered.
Mal tsked, his tone dripping with disappointment. “Use your words, baby.”
“Y-Yes,” he managed, breathless. “I like when you tell me how you like it.”
“Why?” Mal asked, his smug tone making Nico blush, humiliation washing over him even as his cock pressed painfully against his zipper.
“‘Cause I want to make you happy,” Nico admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
Mal regarded him with those cat-like eyes. “Cute.” Nico glowered at him, earning a deliciously low chuckle. “Don’t pout at me, Fidget. You’re the one who was just bragging about your dick sucking ability.”
“You’re…making me nervous,” Nico whined.
Mal’s slow smile was anything but sympathetic. “Yeah? Why? Are you afraid of me?”
Nico’s cock throbbed, his underwear growing sticky. “Yes,” he whispered.
“Good,” Mal said, his tone mean, but the hand in Nico’s hair relaxed, petting through his curls like he was a pet. “Don’t worry. I won’t grade you on your performance. Besides, if you do a bad job, I’ll just hold you down and fuck your pretty little mouth again.”
Nico whined. “Stop teasing me.”
Mal gave him a fond smile, cupping his cheek before lying down, doubling a pillow behind his head so he could watch Nico from his reclined position. “You got this, pretty boy. Go ahead, rock my world.”
Nico huffed out a breath through his nose, then wrapped a hand around the base of Mal’s thick cock, frustration burning through him as he longed to just unbutton his pants to relieve the ache.
“Temper, temper, Fidget. If you break it, I won’t get to play with it anymore,” Mal murmured, his gaze glued to Nico’s face.
Nico had never felt more exposed in his life. He gave a few experimental tugs, wishing Mal would just get impatient and fuck his face again like he’d said. One quick glance upwards told Nico that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon.
He gave a long-suffering sigh and inched closer, glowering at Mal’s rather imposing member.
Mal laughed at him. “Poor baby. Am I being too mean?”
Nico didn’t say anything, just gave another irritated huff, then dipped his head, ignoring Mal’s cock entirely to lick over the seam of his balls. Mal sucked in a sharp breath. Pride surged through Nico as Mal’s thighs flexed beneath his fingers, like he was trying to hold himself back.
Nico pressed his thumb to Mal’s perineum, rubbing there as he sucked and licked at him, listening to Mal gasp, watching his fingers grip the sheets in his peripheral. He stayed silent, but Nico could hear his rapid breathing, could see his belly rising and falling quickly.
Mal’s hand fell to Nico’s hair, threading his fingers in his curls to drag him upwards to his leaking cock. Nico couldn’t stop himself from glancing up. Mal looked as menacing as he did wrecked. “Stop teasing, you little brat.”
Nico shrugged, expression smug as he guided the head to his lips, opening his mouth to let the saliva there drip onto him, using it to jerk him lazily as he dug his tongue into the notch at the base of his tip, earning another low groan.
Nico finally took the tip into his mouth, sucking him gently, concentrating on nothing else until Mal was squirming beneath him, his fingers tensing in Nico’s hair.
