13. Mal
Mal came awake slowly, the reassuring puff of Nico’s breath and drool on his chest. He started to smile, wincing at the pull of a cut on his lip. He forced his anvil-heavy eyelids open, looking down at the top of Nico’s head. The room was drenched in soft light, a small lamp in the far corner helping to offset the darkness of the heavy drapes, while not keeping them from sleeping. They weren’t in their bed. They were in Freckles’ spare room.
Right. He’d gotten jumped. There was a dull thud of his heartbeat behind his eyes, but his skull no longer felt like a cracked egg. His body ached, like he’d gone too hard at the gym. His eyelid was swollen, partially obscuring his vision. It hurt when he poked at it. All in all, it could have been much worse.
He shifted slightly to reach the water bottle, trying—and failing—not to disturb Nico, who was sleeping hard, clinging to him like a koala. He managed to grab the plastic bottle, taking a swig and swishing the water in his mouth before downing half in one go. The movement had Nico coming awake with a sharp inhalation, his head jerking up to look at Mal even as he tried to surreptitiously wipe the drool from his chin.
Mal smiled at him, taking in his tangle of curls and his sleep-swollen face. He loved sleepy Nico, especially when his eyes were narrowed and his cute little mouth formed a pout. “Hey, pretty.”
Nico snorted, getting so close their noses almost touched. “Are you still high?” he asked, his tone accusatory, like Mal frequently engaged in such activities. Which, to be fair, he sometimes did, but Nico was always right there beside him, partaking as well.
“High?” Mal repeated, trying to imagine why Nico might think he was high.
Nico searched his face, amusement leaching into his voice. “Yeah, you were high as balls when I got here.”
He vaguely remembered Freckles giving him some medicine to dull the pain and help him sleep, then tucking him in and letting him know they’d called Nico. Then…nothing.
“What did I say?” he asked, curiosity getting the better of him. “Did I say something weird? Well, weirder than normal?”
Stoned Mal was a much chattier and far more philosophical Mal. But Mal on weed versus Mal on pain meds were two wildly different people. He wasn’t overly concerned about their friends’ opinions on whatever he may have said or done, but he would rather not embarrass himself in front of his pseudo in-laws.
Their friends had all seen each other shit-faced and messy before. Seven had gotten so drunk the first weekend after his internship started that he’d fallen asleep on the garage couch, clutching Ever’s sneakers like a treasured heirloom for no discernible reason.
Silas and the others had done Molly for Lake’s birthday and had headed to an underground rave. The police raided the place and, instead of running, Silas tried to steal the K-9 cop’s new puppy in training because he was ‘really soft.’ Jericho was not happy about that.
They got several lectures, one about drugs, one about raves, and one about why it wasn’t necessary to pet every dog they see. There were several protests regarding that, and Noah, Ever, and Shiloh had threatened a coup if Jericho invoked a no-puppy-petting rule. Jericho had quickly lost to Ever and Shiloh’s signature doe-eye with full pout routine. Nico had consoled him by saying they’d all been bested by it and that it was like trying to fight the Care Bear stare.
“I’m sure it’s in the group chat,” Nico teased.
Wasn’t everything?
“I didn’t start telling everyone about our sex life like my brother’s bestie, did I?”
The first time Mal experienced drunken Ever, the boy had sat him down and calmly started to tell him some of the filthiest things he’d experienced at the hands of his fiancé. Mal had never seen the Russian boy move so quickly to slap his palm over Ever’s adorable little face. The little gremlin had the audacity to look confused and even hurt that Mal didn’t want to hear about him getting railed in a Burger King bathroom. Nico had also been disappointed that the story was over too soon.
Ever and Shiloh often went out with Noah, Felix, and Zane, only to come back wasted and horny, saying the most out-of-pocket things. Things that usually had Arsen and Levi scrambling to get them home quickly before they were arrested for public indecency.
“No,” Nico said with a slight smile. “You squeezed my ass and said it had healing properties.”
“I stand by that,” Mal said, hand sliding down Nico’s back to his ass, giving it another squeeze.
“You compared it to Jell-O and then said you hated Jell-O.”
Mal winced. “Oof. Sorry, Fidget.”
“That’s okay. You made up for it by telling me I was pretty and your soulmate and your literal other half. Then you showed me your belly button and asked to see mine.”
Mal closed his eyes and sighed. “Did anyone else hear this?”
They were all a weirdly co-dependent group who used societal norms and boundaries like a jump rope.
“Your brother and Levi were here for a few minutes but nobody else. Just me.”
Mal leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Nico’s forehead. “Well, you guys already know how weird I am. I guess it could have been worse.”
Nico’s face fell. “How are you feeling?”
Mal studied Nico’s face, taking in his long lashes and slightly rounded cheeks. Nico’s tongue darted out to lick over his own bottom lip, fidgeting with the fingers on Mal’s free hand.
“I’m fine,” Mal promised, abandoning the fondling of Nico’s cute little butt to thread his fingers in his tangle of curls, pulling his mouth to his, kissing him deeply, tongue slipping inside as Nico’s lips parted on a low whine.
Nico jerked away, giving Mal a stern look, while covering his hand with his mouth. “Stop. I haven’t brushed my teeth since this morning.”
Mal couldn’t stop the snort that escaped, earning a glare from Nico. “Brushed your teeth? You’ve kissed me after my tongue’s been in your ass. I think we’re past that.”
Nico’s mouth fell open. Mal took the opportunity to capture his mouth again, sweeping his tongue inside, trying to coax Nico into kissing him back.
Nico resisted for about fifteen seconds, then melted against him, his tiny whimper going straight to Mal’s half-hard cock.
After a moment, Nico wrenched himself away a second time, like he was fighting some inner demon…and losing. “What are you doing? You just got jumped. Why are you trying to make out with me?”
“I’m not trying to make out with you. I’m trying to fuck you. Or, more to the point, to get you to fuck me.” Mal took Nico’s hand and led it to the bulge in his underwear, chuckling softly when Nico looked at him with wide eyes.
“You almost died,” Nico cried, slapping his chest. “How are you horny right now?”
“Sex is very life-affirming,” he said, folding Nico back in his arms to attack his neck. There weren’t nearly enough bruises marring his skin. How would the world know he was Mal’s if he didn’t mark him as such?
“You want to have sex in Jericho’s spare room?” Nico managed, sounding borderline scandalized.
“Levi jerked my brother off while sitting in their living room with our entire crew in attendance. I think they’ll forgive us getting off in the guest bedroom. Hell, I’m pretty sure anyone who stays here overnight probably does. This mattress is surprisingly springy.”
Nico trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, worrying it as if contemplating Mal’s logic. Mal tugged it free, rubbing his finger along Nico’s spit-slick mouth.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Nico whispered.
Mal gave him a wan smile. “Relax, Fidget. I’m fine. I have an extraordinarily high pain tolerance.”
Nico scanned his face, like he expected to find the word liar carved into his forehead. When he appeared satisfied with what he saw, he gently captured Mal’s lips, keeping the kiss soft but deep. Mal groaned, hands sliding into Nico’s jeans to squeeze his bare ass cheek. Nico released another broken high-pitched whine into his mouth. Mal swallowed it greedily, already hungry for more. Mal loved Nico’s sounds. Loved how he already sounded desperate and fucked out from just a couple of kisses.
Nico’s hand slid beneath Mal’s waistband, closing around his cock, stroking him until he was fully hard. Mal lazily fucked into his fist, his gaze locked on Nico’s face. Nico released him, swinging a leg over and settling his denim-clad ass onto one of Mal’s thick thighs.
He pitched forward, catching his weight on his palms, looking down at Mal with an expression that looked like something akin to fear. “What’s wrong?”
“I almost lost you today,” Nico whispered, eyes filling with tears.
Mal’s chest ached like someone had put his heart through a shredder. “Baby, I wasn’t ever in any real danger. They were just sending a message. They kicked the shit out of me and didn’t even break my ribs. I promise I wouldn’t do that to you.”
Nico nodded even as his tears dripped down his puffy cheeks then fell onto Mal’s skin. When he tried to settle his weight on him, Mal couldn’t stop the hiss of pain.
“See!” Nico cried. “I knew this was gonna hurt you. You should just let me blow you or jerk you off. It would hurt less.”
“One, your zipper grinding against my dick with only a thin layer of cotton is what hurt. Two, I want to fuck you or you can fuck me. Whichever.”
Nico moaned wantonly.
“If you don’t stop talking like that, I’m going to come before either of us gets our dicks wet,” Nico warned. “Besides, we don’t have lube or anything. You can’t expect me to go out there and ask Freckles for it. They’re already waiting on us to figure out how to deal with the assholes who jumped you. I don’t think they’d look too kindly on us delaying the meeting to fuck.”
Mal scoffed. “Please, I think team Jeckles out there would be disappointed in us if we didn’t test out their mattress.”
“Jeckles?”
“Jericho and Freckles. It’s their ship name.”
Nico blinked down at him. “How do you know their ship name?”
Mal’s brows drew together. “Do you know how many fan accounts the Mulvaneys have? There are people who legit stalk them into coffee shops and take candids of them on the street. Sometimes, people take their cars in just so they can talk to a proxy Mulvaney.” When Nico continued to stare, Mal said, “What? Sorry that I like to scroll TikTok on my breaks. Stop looking at me like I’m running the Mulvaney Fam Stan account.”
Nico blinked at him. “The what? You know what? Never mind. We will circle back to this at a later time because I have many follow-up questions.”
“So, we can fuck?”
“We don’t have lube,” Nico reminded him. “And I’m way too sore after you blew my back out last night.”
“I bet you ten bucks and a blowjob there’s a bottle of lube in one of these drawers or the bathroom medicine cabinet.”
Nico glanced around the room like there might be some clue to let him know if he would win or not. “Fine. You’re on.”
Nico hopped off the bed and yanked open the first drawer, stopping short when he saw the tube of lube. It was more than half empty but it was there, staring him dead in the face. Nico snapped his head around to glare at Mal. “You knew that was there already. Someone told you it was in there, didn’t they? Levi, probably. That traitorous bitch.”
“Stop being dramatic and take your pants off. You look nice, by the way. Was that for our date?” Nico looked down at his sweater and jeans, face turning pink, his ears burning a bright red. Mal grinned. “Is it? Aww, baby. Don’t be embarrassed. I would have let you dress me up, too.”
Nico still looked embarrassed, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he stripped out of his clothing. “Shut up,” he muttered.
“What was that, Fidget?” Mal asked, sharpening his tone.
Nico’s whole body flinched, his pink tongue darting out to lick over his lips. “Nothing.”
“That’s what I thought,” he murmured.
When Nico was naked, his clothes in a pile at his feet, Mal made a low noise of approval, his gaze hungrily roaming Nico’s body, noting he was already painfully hard, cock flushed and wet at the tip. Mal ached to take him into his mouth, swallow him down.
One day, Mal was going to take his time and trace every single tattoo with his tongue. Nico deserved to be worshiped and Mal was his most devoted acolyte.
“Are you sure this isn’t going to hurt you?” Nico asked, anxiety creeping into his voice.
“I promise, baby. Now, get over here and put your dick in me,” Mal demanded, schooling his features into a pout, even as he rid himself of his own underwear, stroking himself. “I’m starting to think you just don’t want to fuck me.”
Nico snorted like that was an absurd notion, then crawled back onto the bed, settling on his knees between Mal’s thighs. “Fine, but, for the record, my stroke game has never been called life-affirming. It’s average at best.”
“I highly doubt that’s the case, but I’ll take it either way.”
Nico surged forward, crashing their lips together, whining when Mal responded in kind, tongues battling for dominance. Mal hissed as Nico’s weight settled over him, accidentally elbowing him in the ribs. Nico retreated, sitting back on his knees, brows pinched.
“I’m already hurting you,” Nico wailed.
“Okay, and…?” Mal said.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Mal gave him a flat stare. “Were you not the one begging me to hurt you just last night?”
Nico gave him a pleading look, his hands skating over Mal’s thighs. “That’s different.”
Mal snorted. “How?”
Nico floundered, then blurted, “Because someone else hurt you, not me.”
Mal chuckled. “I think you might be splitting hairs, Fidget.”
“Don’t make fun of me,” Nico cried. “I don’t want to injure you further. Freckles said you’re lucky to be alive.”
Mal snorted. “Really? He told me that I was being dramatic and to suck it up.”
“Mal,” Nico whined, dragging out his name in that way he did when he was too lazy to do something himself.
Mal laughed again. “Give me the lube and I’ll get myself ready. Then you just have to like…slide right in.”
Nico groaned, pitching forward to drop his forehead to Mal’s chest. “You’re being impossible.”
“If it’s that big a deal, I could just ride you. You can keep your pillow princess status another day.”
Nico’s mouth fell open, eyes narrowing as he jabbed his finger into Mal’s side, earning a pained grunt from him.
Nico gasped, eyes going wide. “Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He pitched forward, hovering over him to pepper his face with kisses. Mal couldn’t take it anymore. He cupped the back of Nico’s head and connected their lips, earning an indignant squeak from Nico. Mal slanted his mouth over his, sweeping his tongue over his lips, groaning as Nico opened for him instantly.
By the time he pulled back, Nico had melted against him, staring up at him with heart eyes and blown pupils. “Fuck, I missed your mouth,” Mal said, dragging him into another kiss, this one wetter, filthier. Nico whimpered into his mouth, Mal swallowed it down along with any further protests.
When he finally pushed Nico back gently, his lips were swollen and his gaze glassy. “Just my mouth?” he murmured, leaning down to close his lips around Mal’s nipple.
“It’s a start,” Mal gritted out as Nico’s tongue flicked over him, then swirled around the sensitive flesh, before closing his lips around it and sucking.
“Fuck. Just like that, Fidget.”
Nico whined low but scraped his teeth over him, then bit down, his sharp little teeth digging in. Lightning shot through Mal’s core, his cock twitching, like there was a direct link between the sensitive flesh Nico played with and his aching length, leaking between them. “Now, the other one, baby.”
Nico groaned, giving one last teasing bite before replacing his teeth with his fingers, rolling and tugging at it. He ghosted his lips over Mal’s sternum before closing his mouth over his other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
“Fuck, good boy,” Mal rasped. “You’re doing so well.”
Nico whined then, sitting back on his haunches, his hands skimming along Mal’s torso, seemingly fixated on the faint purple marks. His face collapsed until he looked adorably forlorn. He began to press kisses to every mark he could find.
“I can’t believe they did this to you,” Nico whispered, voice watery.
“Hey, look at me.” Nico jerked his head up to meet Mal’s gaze. His obedience made Mal throb…almost as much as the tears streaming over his cheeks to drip onto Mal’s skin. His heart did a funny little dance behind his ribs. “When I said you look hot crying during sex, this isn’t what I meant.”
“Be serious,” Nico said, sniffling, running soft fingers over every injury. “You could have died.”
“But I didn’t.”
“But you could have. We had sex once and now, you look like this…”
“Are you implying that the universe kicked my ass for falling in love with you?”
“Maybe,” Nico wailed. “It seems like a really weird coincidence.”
“Not so much a coincidence as a consequence of our job, baby.”
“If you died, I’d just…die,” Nico said, bursting into tears.
Mal bit back a smile. It wasn’t funny. It wasn’t. He knew Nico’s trauma would plague him for years to come. But he looked so cute just then, his eyes shining, his nose running, a pretty pout on his heart-shaped mouth. He loved him so much. Sometimes, it took everything in Mal not to just squeeze him until he popped. Cuteness aggression times a thousand.
“I’m not going to die anytime soon.”
“But you will…eventually.”
Mal pulled him against him gently, sighing as Nico blanketed him, wrapping his arms around him. “I’m sorry I’m not immortal, Fidget. But neither are you. I promise you that we will live a very boring life together and then die of old age holding hands in our bed in our nursing home.”
“That’s the plot of The Notebook , asshole,” Nico sniffled.
“Oh, right. I thought it sounded familiar. But still, I’m not leaving you alone. You jump, I jump, Jack, and all that. It’s like how Felix and Avi say ‘matching coffins’ all the time. I can’t live without you, Fidget. If you die, I’m coming for you. If I die, I’d like to think you’d go on living, but if you decided to follow me—provided I haven’t managed to knock you up by then?—”
“Hardy har har,” Nico mumbled.
“I’m just saying, I wouldn’t be sad to see you on the other side. But if we have kids, at least stick around for them.”
Nico’s head jerked up. “Do you…want that?”
Mal frowned. “You to die for me? No. I just said that.”
Nico gave an exasperated sigh. “No. Kids, dummy. Do you want us to have…kids.”
Mal shrugged. “I mean, only if you want them. I’m not trying to baby trap you if that’s what you mean,” he teased.
Nico’s face crumpled and he started to cry again. “You really want to raise kids with me?”
Mal snorted. “I want to do everything with you. How have you not figured that out yet?”
“And you really think that we’d…fit?”
“We already fit. It’s a done deal, Fidget. I already told you, I’m not letting you go. Ever. We can go get married tomorrow if it makes you happy.” Nico’s soft sobs were growing alarmingly loud. “Breathe, baby. Everything is okay.”
It took about five minutes for the waterworks to stop. Nico sat back on his calves, sniffling, eyes red and swollen, cheeks puffy. “Still want me to fuck you or did I kill your boner?”
“You don’t have to, Fidget. You’ve had kind of a rough day.”
Nico gave another wet sniffle. “If you don’t want me to fuck you ‘cause I look all gross now, I get it, but I kind of want to be inside you. Or…have you inside me. I don’t even care, I just really need the two of us to be…connected right now.”
Mal glanced down at his still hard cock lying against his belly. “I’m down if you are.”
Nico gave a definitive nod that had Mal biting back another laugh. “Give me the lube.”
Mal dropped his mask, arching a brow. “Is that how you ask for things?”
Nico visibly shuddered, but he gazed at him through his wet lashes. “Please, may I have the lube, Bunny?”
“Sure, beautiful,” he said, handing the tube over with a grin.
Mal watched as Nico carefully moved to lie between his legs, nudging his thighs open a little more. Mal couldn’t stop his snicker as Nico applied a generous amount of lube to his fingers. Nico glowered at him. “What’s so funny?”
Mal grinned, then winced as his lip split. “You’re just stretching me for your dick, baby. You’re not trying to fist me.”
Nico huffed out a breath through his nose before grumpily asking, “Are you gonna neg me the whole time?”
Mal didn’t even have it in him to feel bad because he just loved Nico so much. He loved that they could tease each other even after something like Mal getting beat up, even after Nico sobbing in his arms.
“I’m sorry, Fidget,” he said, schooling his features into a mask of indifference. “I’ll just lie here quietly.”
Nico looked horrified. “That’s even worse. Who wants to fuck someone who just…lays there?”
“Me, apparently,” Mal countered.
“Fuck you, I’m not a pillow princess. You wouldn’t let me do anything. Stop tormenting me when I’m horny and sad.”
Mal’s chest felt so light, like his heart might float out of his chest and explode into a thousand smaller hearts that would rain down on them. “I’m teasing you. Just do whatever you want with me.”
Mal couldn’t hide his surprise when Nico came to cuddle up next to him, curled around his side like always, pressing a kiss to Mal’s shoulder.
“Open your legs,” he said softly.
Nico threw one leg over his, pulling it wider. Mal bent his other knee, then just waited, eyes closed, Nico’s ragged breaths soothing his rough edges. The first touch of the lube made him jump, and he tensed his abs, which made him grunt in pain.
Nico immediately retreated, face pinched.
Mal shook his head. “Baby, no. It wasn’t you. Keep touching me, please.”
Nico’s fingers returned to his rim, massaging the muscle with two fingers. Mal moaned as Nico pushed a finger inside. Fuck. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d bottomed for anyone. Nico probed him carefully, working a finger in and out, pressing kisses into his shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut like he was afraid to look. “You’re so hot inside. It’s crazy.”
Mal tipped his head back, his own breath quickening as he panted, “Yeah? You like it?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “So much.”
“Wait until it’s your cock stretching me open.”
Nico groaned, the sound vibrating pleasantly against Mal’s shoulder.
Nico pulled back, tucking another finger in with the first, then sliding both back inside.
Mal made a half-bitten sound as Nico’s fingers grazed his prostate, his hips kicking up. “Feels so good. You’re doing so good, Fidget. Stretching me so well. Getting me ready for your cock. My good boy.”
Nico whined at the praise, fingers moving a little faster before he started scissoring them each time he pulled out.
Mal brought his hand to Nico’s hair, tugging hard as he fucked down on his fingers. “Another, baby. Give me another.”
Nico did as he was told. This time, the stretch was harder, more intense, and Nico whimpered, gently biting down on Mal’s shoulder as he pumped his fingers, his cock twitching against Mal’s hip.
“I’m good. It’s good. Come on, Fidget. Fuck me. I can take it. I want it,” Mal babbled.
Nico gave another low whine, rutting against Mal’s side.
Mal tugged his hair hard, just a little warning. “ Now , Fidget.”
Nico made a beleaguered little sound but slipped his fingers free, wiping them on the towel that hung half off the bed, then settled over him. Mal grimaced, the muscles beneath his ribs threatening to spasm. “Sorry. Sorry. Sorry,” Nico chanted again, taking his weight off, just hovering over him.
Mal caught his gaze. “Do you want me on my hands and knees, baby?”
Nico choked on saliva. “Do you want me to come in six seconds?”
“How do you want me, baby?”
Nico seemed to ponder it for a moment, then crawled back between his legs, getting up on his knees. This time, it was Nico’s eyes feasting on Mal’s naked form. He took the lube, once more squeezing out way too much before spreading it over his cock.
He walked forward on his knees, then settled closer, gentle as he pulled Mal’s ass into his lap. “Is this okay?”
“More than,” Mal said, watching him from beneath hooded lids.
Nico nodded. “Okay.”
Mal’s breath hitched at the blunt pressure against his rim. His breath became a moan as Nico breached him, advancing a couple of inches, then stopping.
Mal took in Nico’s strained expression, worrying he’d put too much pressure on him. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” he echoed. “Your ass is incredible. I’m gonna come in two seconds if I don’t just…take a minute.”
“It’s okay if you come fast. I just want the ache of knowing you’ve been inside me.” Nico whined, giving him a pleading look. “It’s okay. You’re good. Take your time.”
Nico made it approximately sixty seconds before his patience wore thin, and he sank the rest of the way, both of them moaning.
“You feel so good inside me, Fidget.”
“Yeah?” Nico asked, pulling back a couple of inches, then thrusting forward.
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 as Nico 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. We all know,” 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.”