For the most part, Nico never remembered his escapades during any given night, especially after a certain number of drinks in his system.
On his own, he was lucky if vague bits and pieces occasionally collected themselves into decipherable snippets on a shattered, unreliable timeline.
But it was different when he spent it with other people.
The mild, lingering soreness in the spot Will chose to bite had managed to help Nico recollect how he received the mark in the first place.
Memories made with others always faded much more slowly, often much to his chagrin.
Even if it had been days.
Especially if the sex was good.
In the dim room, Nico can only roughly make out the other man's face before he's being pushed backwards onto the bed. The mattress creaks softly, dipping under their weight as the man climbs on top.
With one arm on each side of Nico's head, the man presses his knees against Nico's sides as he holds his body above Nico's, denying him the pleasure of further physical contact.
Nico's effectively trapped in this position, leaving him no room for escape.
Passing by Nico's mouth in favor of his exposed throat, the man nibbles his way down Nico's neck. Nico can feel the other man's heavy breaths against the sensitive skin on his neck and he shivers slightly at the ticklish sensation.
The little nips against Nico's neck start growing in duration and intensity, the sensation of being gently bitten fueling his desire. The feeling of his tender skin being sucked between the other man's lips and teeth turns him on even more.
Nico's dick hardens underneath his leggings, the squeezing tightness of the stretchy fabric increasing his arousal. He presses his thighs together with a whine, unable to adjust himself as his need and discomfort grows.
His attention is brought back to his neck as he feels the suction on his neck intensifying.
Oh shit, I have work tomorrow.
"Not there," Nico murmurs, gently pulling his neck away from the man on top of him. "Below the neckline."
"Got it," he replies, placing a kiss on the reddened spot and then dragging his lips down the curve of Nico's neck.
Latching on to the flesh just above his collarbone, the man resumes his attack on Nico's pale skin, the pleasurable sensation of being marked earning him an approving hum from Nico.
The other man sinks his teeth into Nico's tender skin, the sudden sharp pain jolting Nico back to his senses. A strained moan escapes him as the discomfort twists his face into a grimace.
Maybe he'll move on if I touch him too…
Wincing as the man bites him too hard again, Nico reaches forward to unbuckle the other's belt and unfastens his pants.
In his confined position, he can just barely graze his fingertips over the tip of the other man's package.
Undeterred, Nico opts instead to slide his hands under the hem of the other's shirt, draping his arms over his back. Nico rakes his fingers down the man's back with a vengeance, his frustration seeping into each scratch mark left behind.
The man finally lifts his face from Nico's ravaged neck, capturing Nico's lips in an open-mouthed kiss as his tongue aggressively probes deep into Nico's mouth.
Nico moans into the kiss as he feels the hem of his cropped t-shirt being lifted. He lowers his arms in order to quickly pull his own top over his head and toss it off the bed, onto the floor, and then wraps his lithe arms back around those wide, lean shoulders.
"Good boy," says the man in a higher pitched voice, the praise nonetheless fueling Nico's desire.
"Turn around."
He'd be so hot if his voice was deeper.
Nico obediently flips over, propping himself up on his elbows and knees, and the man firmly grabs the right side of Nico's waist from behind, grinding his hips into Nico's rounded ass.
His hand slides around to the front of Nico's leggings as he leans forward, and he palms Nico's dick through the thin fabric, rubbing the precum over his tip as Nico unabashedly lets out a throaty moan.
Shit. What was his name again?
"Someone's eager to get fucked."
"Mm-hm," Nico whimpers, letting out another moan as the man squeezes his shaft.
Doesn't matter.
Don't care.
The man sneaks his fingers under the waistband of Nico's leggings, slowly working them down Nico's hips and thighs. He pulls them down to Nico's knees, leaving his ass completely exposed, a metallic butt plug on full display to be toyed with.
"You came prepared," the man croons, pressing the T-shaped base of the plug with his thumb. Nico groans in response, the pressure not quite hitting his sweet spot, but enough to send a wave of pleasure through him.
"Take those off and spread your legs," he orders, and Nico complies immediately, rolling over onto his back and pulling off the leggings in one swift motion. Arms draped over his hardened nipples, Nico spreads his knees apart, everything else on full display.
The other man takes Nico's dick into his callused grip, slowly stroking the shaft from base to tip. Nico lets out a whine and thrusts his hips into the man's fist, the friction soothing the gnawing, ravenous need in his core that has been growing by the second.
He lets go.
Nico whimpers needily.
"Are you gonna be a good boy or not?" the other man asks, his other hand reaching up to grab Nico by his bare neck.
Does he know how to do this right?
I could die.
The man tightens his grip on Nico's neck, the latter's breaths becoming audible wheezes as Nico's airway narrows with the increasing pressure.
The sensation of lightheadedness, the rush of adrenaline, and just a dash of mortal fear blends into an intense, primal pleasure that spreads from Nico's neck down to the rest of his exposed body.
The pressure increases, Nico's face growing tight and hot, and the roaring of his own pulse in his ears drowns out all other sounds. Lips tingling, the addicting sensation ramps up until it's the only thing Nico can think about.
"I'm… sorry…" Nico wheezes through the man's vice-like grip. "I'll… be good… for you… I… swear."
The pressure on Nico's neck is released all at once, and Nico finally sucks in a full breath of air, heart pounding and lungs aching. The immediate rush of clarity and pleasure just feeds even more into his carnal desires.
Fuck.
That was good.
Nico reaches up with cold fingertips and firmly presses the man's fingers back around his neck.
With half-lidded eyes, Nico licks his lips as he meets the gaze of the taller man, who smugly smirks, the expression contrasted against his dark stubble.
"Oh, you liked that, huh?" He asked, amusement and a touch of arrogance evident in his tone.
"Do it again," Nico purrs, seductively encouraging the other man's earlier actions.
"Only good boys get rewarded," the man says as he lifts his hand from Nico's neck, effortlessly shaking off the smaller man's grasp.
With that hand, he reaches for the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube and pops open the cap.
He squeezes the lube onto the fingers of his other hand, which he then rubs into the puckered muscle tightly holding the bulb of the metal plug inside Nico. The working of his fingers loosens Nico's asshole enough to allow for some movement of the toy.
Fully enraptured by the man's ministrations, Nico moans contentedly, still watching the other man as he works his fingers under the handle-like base of the plug. Firmly gripping the toy, the man starts to slowly pull it out, the gradual stretch of Nico's rim creating a delicious amount of friction.
Nico whimpers at the agonizingly slow movement, wanting to pull it out himself, but not wanting to interfere with the other man's actions again.
The plug comes out with a quiet pop and the man sets it down on the nightstand. Nico hisses at the sudden chill of lube being squeezed onto him and then being spread around Nico's loosened hole.
"Turn over."
Nico rolls back over onto his hands and knees, and the man presses his face between Nico's asscheeks to drag his tongue sloppily over his asshole. Nico clenches down at the sudden intensity of the stimulation as the man starts working his tongue in circles around the ring of muscle.
The desire building up in Nico intensifies into a need, a hunger that had to be sated by whatever means necessary.
The obscene, wet sounds blend into the other man's moans from between Nico's legs, each complimenting the other. His tongue delivers the vibrations straight into Nico's opening and Nico feels himself clench down on him again.
He probes further into Nico's ass and Nico feels his cock twitch in response, letting out a long, sultry moan.
"Mmm…," the man hums, the waxing and waning intensities of stimulation building up more pleasure in Nico's fully erect penis.
The man continues eating Nico out for a torturously long time, with Nico finding some relief as the man starts to stretch out Nico's rim with the help of his fingers.
"So good for me," he croons as he lifts his face.
Nico whimpers at the sudden loss of stimulation, but is quickly pacified as he feels the other sliding a lubed finger into him.
Simultaneously, one hand reaches up to grab Nico by the back of the neck, pressing his face into the pillows.
His fingers and thumb press into Nico's jugular on each side, the tightness in his face intensifying alongside a blissful lightheadedness.
Nico's so deeply lost in his pleasure that he doesn't even grimace when he feels the excess lube being wiped off on his asscheek.
The pressure on the sides of Nico's neck holds steady, his pleasure building as all sound fades away save for the rush of blood through his veins.
Two fingers push into Nico's lubed-up entrance with little resistance and are quickly followed by a third. The man presses his fingers a bit further in and slowly spreads them, starting to slide in and out of Nico's ass.
Almost…
A little deeper.
Pressure, frustration and arousal overwhelm Nico's senses, another whine escaping him as his eyes water.
His dick is dripping precum now, torturously neglected by the other man's touch.
Finally, a wave of pleasure floods Nico's body as his prostate is finally rubbed. He lifts his face from where he was drooling onto the pillowcase, eyes squeezing shut with the intensity of his arousal. Nico needily pushes his hips further back onto the man's fingers, his craving for more stimulation nearly unbearable.
He had already forgotten what happened the last time he tried to move to pleasure himself.
As soon as his hips move back, suddenly, the fingers are gone, and the grip on the back of his neck releases, followed by an unyielding, euphoric pleasure. Nico once again gasps rapidly, greedily sucking in air, breaths ragged and uneven.
The man pushes Nico's head down onto the bed, and Nico's shoulders slump down to meet the mattress, giving in to the other man's power.
Fuck, I need him so bad.
"Please," Nico sobs, pushing back against him, wanting anything to help fill the sudden emptiness in his core. The man stops Nico's desperate hip movements with both hands and pulls his own hips back, his erection just barely grazing Nico's right asscheek.
"Please what?" He demands, smacking his left asscheek. The sharp sting of the blow brought with it a multifaceted excitement – the delightful torment of pain fueled his yearning for more physical stimulation, and the humiliation and loss of control only served to cloud his mind with pure need.
Nico lets out another whimper and pushes his ass out more, just to be met with a sharp smack on his right cheek again.
"Please… fuck me," Nico begs longingly, turning his head to look back at his tormentor with pleading, rounded eyes.
The other man's intentional neglect of Nico's painfully hard dick and sloppily wet hole was nothing but torture. The haziness of his mind blurred out almost everything save for his need to be entered, used, and pumped full of cum. Tearing up, he fights the growing desperation as he's denied any satisfaction of his lustful appetite.
"Please fuck me, Master," the man responds firmly, intense gaze meeting Nico's watery one despite the dim lighting.
Nico can feel even more tears well up with the intensity of his cravings.
"P-please fuck me, Ma—"
Nico yelps in surprise as his asscheek is hit with more force, the smack resounding in the dark bedroom.
"Try again."
"Please… fuck—nngh!" Another loud smack cuts off Nico's wavering voice, earning an audible sob from himself and a chuckle from the other man.
The stinging pain of the tender flesh fades into an intense burning as the man—no, Master—rubs the tender area with his deft fingers.
"Tell me what you want."
"Please, fuck me, Master." Nico cries out, his unsatisfied lust painfully unbearable.
"Why?"
"I'll be your good little slut," Nico pleads, his voice quivering along with the rest of his body, as he tries to hold still. "I'll do anything Master wants."
"You're not allowed to cum unless I say so," the man says, satisfied with the answer given. He straddles Nico's spread legs, and slowly pushes the engorged head of his lubed-up dick into Nico's loosened hole.
Nico gasps in relief as he finally gets a taste of what he's been begging for all night.
The gradual buildup of anticipation only intensified the initial pleasure Nico feels when he's finally being penetrated, giving up all control of his hips to his master with a needy whine.
He lets out a sultry moan into the pillow as he feels himself being stretched even wider, and tilts his head forward, disheveled raven curls tumbling forwards to dangle in front of his face.
His master slowly fucks into his eager hole with strong but shallow thrusts, each met with a breathy whimper from Nico, who reaches up to grab fistfuls of the bedsheet at the head of the bed.
The instant his prostate is pushed against just right, Nico keens and arches his back in bliss. Nico thrusts his hips back eagerly, meeting his master's strokes halfway with twice as much vigor.
"There it is," the other man says, grabbing Nico's waist and pulling their hips flush to each other. He starts to grind on Nico's ass in a small circle, and Nico cries out at the gratifying sensation of his insides being stirred up.
"Such a good little slut for me," the man continues, pausing his methodical gyration to pull almost all the way out of Nico's warmth, eliciting a needy whimper from him.
"Please… Master," Nico whines, shifting his hips backwards, trying unsuccessfully to take his master's manhood even deeper into himself.
The swift, powerful motion of the man fully sheathing himself in Nico's tight ass has Nico seeing stars. He groans wantonly, body shivering with an overwhelming amount of pleasure.
The man starts to pump his dick in and out of Nico's hole, with quick, powerful strokes. Nico feels his insides pulse with each thrust, his lust voraciously in control and further fueled by the sloppy, wet sounds of their bodies moving in sync.
Nico's breaths grow more ragged with each movement, his desperate inhales and passionately emphatic exhales conveying the extent of his enjoyment to his partner. With each breath, he's fighting to keep himself from being fully swept away in his carnal delights.
The grip that the man has on Nico's hips tightens as he digs in his fingernails painfully, but not quite hard enough to break Nico's delicate skin. Nico's ravaged hole tightens in response to the pain, and he's unable to hold back a blissed-out cry as the pain once again blends with pleasure, only serving to bring him closer to the edge.
Driving his dick even more deeply into the warmth and wetness of Nico's twitching insides, the man lets out a tight groan as he starts to increase the speed of his hips. All Nico can hear is the sound of his own lascivious voice as he's vigorously fucked into the mattress below him.
His hips are pressed flush to the mattress now, each rock of their bodies stimulating him inside and outside, fueling his shameless moaning into the pillows under him.
Unable to stop himself, Nico begins to rut against the sheets as his ass is pounded mercilessly by his newfound master.
"So fucking good for me," his master murmurs in Nico's ear, the voice rough with need sending a shiver down Nico's spine.
"You gonna cum for Master?" He continues, still thrusting roughly into Nico, who is not much more than a drooling, moaning mess sandwiched between the taller man and the bed.
"You gonna milk me dry like the good little slut you are?"
Nico responds to him wordlessly with small whimpers and a frantic nod.
The thought of getting closer to being filled with his master's semen fills Nico with anticipation and desire, his need to be dominated and claimed escalating until he's only thinking of being able to bring the other man to climax with his own.
He sneaks a hand between his body and the sheets that he's pressed against, damp with a mix of sweat and fluids. After lifting his hips up to create some room, Nico wraps his slim fingers around his neglected dick.
He can feel himself greedily clenching around his master's shaft with each pump of his hand.
"I wanna feel… Master finish inside me," Nico pleads, gasping as he feels the pleasure in his body building by the second.
"Please let me cum all over Master's cock," he begs unabashedly.
Suddenly, Nico's hair is grabbed from behind, and the violent sensation of his head being forcibly yanked backwards fully translates into more ecstasy.
Each thrust brings Nico even closer to his much-anticipated orgasm, his eyes fluttering closed.
He can feel the imminent feeling of his climax building, with each burst of pleasure from the friction of his entrance involuntarily gripping his master's girth.
"Fuck…fuckfuckfuck—" Nico pants, frantically grasping at the bedsheets with his unoccupied hand. He only grows more desperate as he feels the incoming break of the tidal wave of pleasure that had been building this whole time.
Gonna cum so fucking hard—
"I'm so close… cum for me," Nico gasps, speeding up the movement of his hand around his nearly-bursting member. "I wanna feel you fill me up."
The man shallowly thrusts into Nico a few more times, the rhythm of his hips stuttering.
With a grunt that blends into a strained moan, he's now ramming his full length into Nico as deep as he can go—
And then Nico's spilling into his hand and all over the sheets, eyes squeezing shut with the intensity of his orgasm. Legs spasming, Nico feels himself pulsing around the other man's cock as they both bask in their euphoric afterglow.
The man leans forward until his chest is pressed flush to Nico's back, legs entangled despite the mild discomfort of their sweat and elevated body heat. Nico lets out a small grunt as the other man's weight presses the air out of his lungs.
Sighing contentedly, Nico relaxes under the comforting pressure as he sinks into the mattress, wanting to enjoy his hard-won satisfaction in that moment.
But all good things must come to an end. He can feel the spent cock inside him slowly softening, before it's taken away, followed by the body draped over him.
"Here," said the other man, as he tossed a pack of wet wipes onto the bed. Nico rolled over and propped himself up with his elbows, limbs subtly shaking as he reached for the wipes.
"Thanks," Nico replied, sudden silence filling the room aside from the sound of the plastic packaging crinkling under his hands.
Nico wiped off the sticky mess on his torso, legs, and hands, then reached for the lube and his plug on the bedside table. With a new wipe, he cleaned off the old lube on the toy, before re-lubricating it and inserting it back into his tightening hole.
The thought that he was going to be filled with cum until he got home only brought him more satisfaction, a small smile creeping up on his face.
He spotted a small wastebasket on the side of the bed and twisted his upper body to toss the clump of used wipes. Grimacing at the soreness in his back and abs with the small motion, he finally opted to roll onto his back.
The man placed down a towel over the damp spot on the sheets and laid down next to Nico, the bed dipping under his weight.
He pulls the blanket over both of them before Nico's gently shifted into the curve of the other man's body.
"You're welcome to stay the night," the man offered, as he wrapped his arms around Nico.
The pressure and warmth of their embrace was not fully unwelcome as the exhaustion took over in Nico's weakened state. His vices for the night had finally caught up with him, the alcohol taking its nightly charge of Nico's consciousness as he feels himself quickly drift away into sleep.
Nico groggily stumbled into the bathroom in the early morning, blood-orange sunlight spilling onto the sink, counter, and floor through dusty blinds.
Unevenly, he managed to make it to the dingy sink, clumsily supporting his weight by splaying his hands out on the filthy counter. He leaned in towards the bathroom mirror, gathering the resolve to raise his head.
The bottom half of his reflection was obscured by a smattering of drops of rinsed-out toothpaste, most likely built up over time due to a lack of regular cleaning. The sluggish yet incessant dripping of water from the equally grimy faucet head kept a senseless beat for Nico, who at this point, felt no sense of urgency whatsoever.
Finally, Nico raised his head to face the music, a familiar situation in front of an unfamiliar mirror.
A pair of prominently purple hickeys, each encircled by a faint ring of teeth marks, leered back at him from just above his left collarbone. He reaches up and gingerly touches them, wincing at the lingering tenderness of the bruises.
Lighter scratch marks were littered across his chest and stomach, but none were conspicuous enough to warrant significant attention.
Motherfucker. I definitely said to not leave visible marks…
Nico's gaze hovered for another moment, frustration painted clearly in his reflected expression, before he tore his gaze away from the mirror, hastily rinsed the grime off his hands, and shuffled out of the bathroom.
Ugh, I can't believe people can live like this. I gotta get out of here.
He silently returns to the bedroom, the other man's steady snoring drowning out the sound of Nico's footsteps, and picks up his clothes scattered across the floor, stopping just short of the bed after grabbing his boxers.
Quietly, Nico dressed himself, checked his pockets for his phone and keys, and upon confirming their presence, slipped out of the unknown apartment and into the stairwell.
Thankfully, there was only one mark that wouldn't be covered up by his uniform, but before showing up at work, he still would have to buy a new pack of band-aids to hide the hickey, or risk getting scolded by his manager again.
It was just a mild inconvenience, but it still irked him as he pushed open the exit, his pupils constricting quickly upon being greeted by the first peek of the rising sun.
Hi everyone,
I'm so sorry.
I've been thinking about posting this update during the last two years, and despite the time that passed, I simply couldn't forget and decided not to give up on writing this story.
Now that I've successfully graduated from nursing school and have free time again, I'm determined to pick up writing where I left off beforehand!
For those of you who coming back to read after this extended hiatus, I truly and deeply appreciate your continued support, and for those of you who are new, welcome to the train wreck :3
Love,
Aleavon