“Fidget…” he growled.
Nico risked a look up as he sank lower, taking him about halfway. Mal’s mouth fell open, huffing out a breath as Nico hollowed his cheeks before drawing back, tongue still teasing that sensitive spot as he moved.
“Christ, baby,” Mal whispered sharply, tossing his head back on the pillow.
Nico fought back a smile as he began to bob his head, using his hand to cover any part he couldn’t reach.
“Fuck, that’s it, Fidget. So good for me,” Mal said, voice raw.
Nico removed his hand, Mal’s words making him want to show him just how good he could be. He took him in until the head of his cock was bumping the back of his throat, making him gag wetly.
“Good boy. Choke on it. Fuck. I swear you were born for this.” Nico couldn’t stop the whine that escaped even as Mal pushed down encouragingly. “You can take more, can’t you, Fidget?”
Nico wanted to do well, wanted him to keep praising him. He took him deeper with each pass, until he was cutting off his air every time. Nico moaned at the intrusion. Something seemed to snap in Mal then. He sat up, bracing his weight on one handwhile holding Nico still with the other, hips thrusting upwards to bury his entire length in the tight heat of Nico’s throat.
Nico dropped his hand between his legs, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Mal’s foot pushed his hand away, pressing against Nico’s painfully hard dick. “So wet here,” Mal taunted. “Does it hurt?”
The ball of Mal’s foot pressed harder, making him whine. The pressure was delicious, but the friction of his underwear was just this side of too much. Nico nodded as best he could.
Mal gave a mean laugh that set Nico’s insides on fire. “Good. If you want to come, you can get off like this.”
Nico whined. Did he want him to just rub off on his foot? Humiliation burned through him as he did just that, rocking his hips even as he let Mal use him, trying to suck as Mal thrust in and out slowly like he wanted to drag it out, like he wanted him to suffer.
Nico moaned around the intrusion, Mal bullying his way into Nico’s throat and holding him there until his lungs burned, until the muscles constricted painfully, his gag reflex triggered again and again.
“Look at me,” Mal demanded. Nico’s gaze snapped to his, even as his image blurred from the tears streaking down his cheeks. He must be a mess. He could feel his nose running, could feel the spit leaking from the corners of his mouth and down his chin.
He whimpered, his vision tunneling a little, a strange euphoric feeling kicking in as he rutted against Mal’s foot faster. “Fuck, that’s it. Keep your eyes on me.”
Mal pulled free from Nico’s throat, looking hungrily at the saliva that poured from Nico’s lips. That and the rush of oxygen returning to his brain had Nico soaring. He couldn’t stop the low sob that escaped as he stared up at Mal, desperate for…something more. He needed to get off. He needed to come.
Mal wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking himself. “That’s it, pretty. Just keep looking at me.” Nico couldn’t stop crying, could hear his own pitiful mewling.
“Fuck, Fidget,” he groaned. “You sound like a little puppy. Look like one, too.”
Nico squeezed his eyes shut, earning another hard yank on his hair. “Did I tell you to close your eyes?”
Nico shook his head, face flushed as he was forced to watch Mal watch him, his dark gaze making Nico feel pathetic as he rutted against him. “You like humping my foot like a horny puppy? Huh? You gonna get off like that?” Nico only cried harder. “Fuck, that’s it. God, I love when you cry like this. You look so pretty, my pretty little slut.”
“Yours,” Nico managed, sniffling.
“Just mine,” Mal agreed, working himself faster.
Pleasure and pain surged through Nico as he felt himself passing the point of no return. If he kept going like this, he wouldn’t be able to stop.
“Can I come?” he heard himself beg. “Please. Please,” he whined. “Can I?”
“If you can,” Mal said, like he was bored, like it was a challenge, like it didn’t matter to him if Nico was enjoying this or not.
It was that thought that threw him over the edge. He choked out a cry as he felt himself release into his already destroyed underwear, continuing to work himself against Mal until he grew oversensitive.
“Good boy, baby,” Mal praised. “Now, open your mouth.”
Nico didn’t hesitate, parting his lips just as Mal moaned, pressing the head of his cock to Nico’s tongue as he came, flooding Nico’s mouth with the bitter taste, not stopping until he’d fed him every drop.
“Swallow it.”
Nico did as he was told, then opened his mouth to show him. Mal grabbed him beneath his arms and hauled him into his lap, kissing him deeply despite the mess coating his face and tongue.
