Mal handed it over without a fuss. Nico pointed it at him to unlock it, then typed something into the search engine, his eyes lighting up when he found what he was looking for.
“Thisis more like it,” he said, giving Mal an exaggerated, sultry look. “This or that. French kissing or neck kisses?”
Mal arched his brow. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no to either but…french kissing. You?”
Nico beamed at him. “Same. But I like smelling you, so kissing your neck is nice, too.”
Mal grinned. “This is supposed to be what you like someone doingtoyou, not whatyoulike doing to others.”
“Says who? Did you invent this game? No,” he said before sticking out his tongue, retracting it when Mal tried to snatch it.
He glanced down at Mal’s phone again. “Being bitten or being scratched?”
“Being scratched. You?” he asked.
“Bitten, but I like when you scratch me up, too,” Nico said dreamily. He shifted restlessly at the next question. “Hair grabbed or wrists held?”
“Hair grabbed,” Mal said, obsessed with the blush creeping up Nico’s neck. “You?”
“Both,” he said breathlessly. “Definitely both.”
Mal took the phone from him. “My turn.”
Mal scrolled down the list, grinning when he found there was a kink section. That sounded promising.
“Safe word or traffic light system?” Mal asked.
Nico swallowed audibly, then chewed on his lip for a moment.
“Traffic light,” he finally said. “I feel silly shouting out penguin or pineapple when we’re both naked. It feels weird.”
Mal nodded. “Denied orgasm or ruined orgasm?”
Nico’s breath hitched, his fingertips running lightly up Mal’s forearms, like he just had to be touching more of him.
“Um…” The stain in Nico’s cheeks grew darker. “I’ve never had either, but…denied, I think.”
“Yeah? Why?” Mal asked, genuinely curious.
“Denied means I might get it eventually. Ruined means I got it but it sucked,” he said, voice deliciously put-out, as if it had already happened.
“Ah,” Mal said, smirking at the next question. “Praise kink or degradation kink?”
Nico chewed on the inside of his lower lip, subtly shifting higher up Mal’s thighs. “Uh, both. But more so the praise kink, I think.”
“So, no degradation?” he asked. “I want you to be clear about this.” Nico groaned, covering his face. Mal tugged his hands down. “This is important if we’re going to play together the way you want. Besides, it’s just me. You know I won’t judge you.”
Nico sighed, gaze drifting to something over Mal’s shoulder. “So…I don’t want you to be mean to me or, like…humiliate me. Like, if you’re going to call me a slut or a whore, say something nice, too. I still need to feel like you like me. You know?”
Fuck. “Example?” Mal asked.
Nico looked like he wanted a sinkhole to form and swallow him up. “Like I’m pretty or good, too.”
Mal bit back a groan, taking Nico’s face in his palms, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Yeah? You wanna be my pretty little slut, Fidget?”
Nico shivered, then nodded slowly. “And I—” He cut himself off. Mal waited him out. “I like when you call me dumb, but only in a cute way, a sexy way; not a mean way. And only in bed.”
That was good to know. The first time they’d been together, he was pretty sure he’d teased him that way. That night was a bit of a blur.
