i wanted malum but i was lazy so i took an old drabble from another fandom i wrote for and changed the names and some small details lmao anyway teen malum + fingering
It was a really strange feeling at first. Not bad, but not particularly good, either. It was a little hard to explain, but the only way that Michael could describe it was in a literal sense because, well, it felt like he had someone’s fingers up his ass. That was the case, after all.
Calum’s lube-slicked finger had circled his hole for a time to get Michael a little used to the feeling before intruding, but all that the foreign touch did was make his body squirm with anticipation. It was only after Michael’s growl of impatience (though, truthfully, it was more of a needy whimper) that Calum slowly inched the first finger in. Then, well, everything after that was sort of a blur, with a tad bit of fuck-yes-let’s-do-that-again.
It all started because of one small comment. A drunken comment, in fact. They’d spent the night at Calum’s house for a change, because his dad was gone for the weekend and his mom worked the graveyard shift at her job, so he’d wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. Of course, Michael was the one that had to convince him to sneak a bottle of wine out of the cellar. Calum had always been fairly poor at lying, and his paranoia of being caught didn’t disappear until they were both slightly drunk and getting each other off on the living room couch.
“Sometimes I use my fingers,” Calum had said, face flushed from intoxication, but mostly due to the orgasm he’d spent between Michael’s lips only minutes before. His deep brown eyes were darker than usual, blown wide with excitement.
“What?”
Michael blinked in confusion, his voice slightly less slurred than his boyfriend’s. His jaw ached a little and he still had the mixed tastes of sweet wine and salty cum on his tongue, but other than that, he was content. He was also pretty certain that he’d drank more than the other boy, but Calum was a bit of a lightweight. He was really cute when he was drunk, all giggly and eager and flirty and honest, oh so honest.
“My fingers. I use them to get off sometimes.”
Michael chuckled at that, leaning impossibly closer on the too-small couch and running the tip of his tongue across the blossoming bruise on Calum’s neck. The noise that he got in return was something between a giggle and a moan, he thought.
“Yeah? Tell me.”
“Okay.” Calum sat up then, ignoring the whine of protest Michael gave when he could no longer reach his neck, and straddled the other boy’s lap. “When I touch myself, sometimes I put a finger or two inside of me. It’s actually pretty nice.”
Michael’s breath momentarily caught in his throat and he licked his lips, already picturing graphic images in his mind. He wondered how Calum could say that, drunk or not, with a straight face and fingers idly tracing little circles on Michael’s chest. Those same elegant fingers, he now knew, probably left Calum writhing and gasping for countless minutes until he was completely spent. The mere thought excited Michael, and he licked his lips again before speaking.
“Does it… um, does it hurt at all?”
Calum tilted his head to the side in brief thought, before shrugging. “Not once you get used to it. You just have to, like, take your time and do what feels right.”
Michael bit his bottom lip, uncertain, and gave it a bit more thought.
They’d been dating since the end of winter and only started having sex sometime during the summer. Michael very much enjoyed the feeling of his boyfriend’s talented hands around his cock, and he liked the way that their tongues moved together. He adored the beautiful noises that Calum would make, especially whenever Michael took his pretty little cock in his mouth. He loved the warmth of Calum’s chest against his, the hickeys and the bite marks, and the way that they always knew exactly what the other wanted.
They’d never gone further than things like handjobs under the bleachers and blowing each other when they should‘ve been studying, though. Michael had never really thought of it until right then in that moment. He wouldn’t deny that he was curious, however, and he always enjoyed trying new things with Calum, who was now slumped on top of him and nuzzling his neck.
“I could show you sometime,” Calum whispered against his skin, breaking Michael’s train of thought.
Or you could show me now, Michael wanted to say, because - fuck - he was turned on again and Calum’s weight on top of him wasn’t helping at all. He wanted those long, gentle fingers deep inside of him, twisting in ways that he couldn’t even imagine. He wanted to experience the feeling that Calum got every time he did it to himself. And, God, did he want it soon, already feeling himself start to get hard again. But when he tried to reposition himself and gave Calum a little nudge, it became quite obvious from the other’s lack of response that he’d fallen asleep, just like that.
Great.
If that hadn’t sucked enough, for the next two weeks, all Michael could think about was Calum fucking himself with his own fingers. He couldn’t help but imagine those cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink, legs spread wide, eyes half-lidded and the way that Calum’s thighs quivered when he was so close to coming. Michael couldn’t deny that one night, he’d gotten off on those thoughts alone.
So, he finally did what anyone else would do and brought up the subject. What he hadn’t expected was the great amount of enthusiasm that Calum showed, which excited him even more. That was why he was on his back now, naked and exposed before his still half-clothed boyfriend.
They were at Michael’s house this time and his parents had gone to bed hours before. Michael knew for a fact that they were very heavy sleepers. Of course, that meant that they had virtually all the time in the world, but Michael was impatient and Calum’s long, elegant fingers were still moving so fucking slow inside of him, even though he was sure that he’d gotten used to the slight discomfort by now.
“How does this feel?” Calum would ask, every single time, before he gave a surprising twist of his fingers that made all the oxygen seep out of Michael’s lungs. Apparently, it was plain to see just how good it made him feel, because Calum was grinning that stupid grin and licking his lips. “You like that?”
“Yeah, it’s - fuck - really… really good.”
“I’m glad.”
It wasn’t just those skillful fingers that began to drive him crazy; it was the way that Calum gently stroked his thigh with his other hand, and how his eyes never looked away from Michael’s face, studying his expressions to make sure that he wasn’t uncomfortable. Whenever Michael’s body tensed up, Calum would press feathered kisses all down his abdomen, nipping here and there as he slowed his fingers to a more soothing pace. Most of all, it was the comments that he kept making in that god forsaken gentle voice of his.
Calum couldn’t dirty talk to save his life. He always had to say embarrassing things like You’re gorgeous and You look so good like this and the various praises, no matter how corny, always went straight to Michael’s chest and it ached but it was so good and he didn’t want that to ever go away.
Suddenly, those warm and gentle fingers crooked at just the right angle, lightly brushing up against his prostate but still enough to cause a reaction because Michael practically howled, his muscles clenching and unclenching around his boyfriend’s fingers. Somewhere far off, he could hear Calum’s surprised but pleased gasp, and maybe he was saying something but, shit, Michael couldn’t hear any of it anymore.
He moved his own hips, trying desperately to fuck himself down onto Calum’s fingers at a faster pace, but it was difficult because he was also attempting to drag Calum closer to kiss the fuck out of him. Luckily, his boyfriend always knew exactly what he craved and he watched impatiently as Calum repositioned himself to lean down and capture those lips between his own. All the while, the fingers working inside of him never stopped moving, repeatedly rubbing up against the spot that made Michael’s vision blur.
It was all too much and not enough, his neglected cock dripping pre-come onto his tummy and the heat pooling inside of his stomach wanted so desperately to feel the sweetness of release. Calum’s hot tongue danced against his own and Michael reveled in the cute little whine that he got when he roughly sucked the other boy’s bottom lip between his teeth.
“Want it,” Michael groaned, voice raspy and strained as Calum sucked a new bruise into his sweat-slicked neck.
“Yeah? Tell me what you want.” Calum’s breath was hot against his skin, hot and excited and always so eager that Michael couldn’t help the slight whimper that erupted in the back of his throat.
“Want you to… God - want you to fuck me, fast. ‘nother finger.”
His words came out in pieces and he wasn’t even sure that Calum understood them, or whether he understood just how much he needed it. But almost immediately, Calum was looking at him again, wide dark eyes searched Michael’s lighter ones for confirmation, a slight look of concern on his face.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Michael added, a little impatiently, but he knew that that reassurance was what Calum was waiting for.
In an instant, Michael felt himself being stretched open even further with a third finger and he gasped, the slight burning sensation disappearing much more quickly than it had the first time. His breathing was ragged and as Calum slowly began to pick up the pace again, he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last.
“Okay?” Calum asked in a tone that was slightly high-pitched, and Michael gave a shaky nod because he didn’t trust his voice not to break when his boyfriend’s fingers brushed up against his prostate again.
That time it was fast and a little rough, what he’d been yearning for, and he could feel the blood rushing throughout his entire body and building up in that single spot. He was still so close and he wasn’t sure what to hold onto, but it didn’t matter once Calum wrapped his other hand around the leaking cock before him. It only took a few firm pumps from those soft hands to make him spill over the edge; one, two, three and Michael was coming with a choked off cry, the fingers inside him continued frantically moving in and out, fucking him sore until Calum shuddered with Michael’s name rolling off the tip of his tongue in a drawn-out moan.
With his chest still heaving dramatically and his body feeling like it was on fire, Michael lifted a shaky hand and gently prodded at Calum, who lay collapsed against his chest. He wanted to return the favor, but the only response that he got was a content hum. Which meant—
“Wait. Did you just…”
When Calum slowly lifted his head to meet his gaze, Michael could plainly see the look of embarrassment on his adorably flushed face. That gave him all the answers that he needed. Calum had come in his own pants, untouched, just like the first time they’d ever gotten each other off (though, admittedly, so had Michael).
“I - I couldn’t help it… The noises you were making, and - yeah.”
Calum’s confession only made Michael’s grin widen, and he pulled the other boy into a lazy kiss before he could begin to shy away.
“I’m guessing you really liked that?” Calum asked sleepily, minutes later when they were curled up under the blankets. His eyes were beginning to flutter shut and Michael was gently massaging his slightly cramped up hand.
Though Calum didn’t see it, he knew that Michael had rolled his eyes.
“Obviously. I get why you like it so much.” Michael leaned a little closer and pressed a trail of soft kisses up his boyfriend’s slender neck until he reached his ear, gently nipping at the lobe there before whispering, “Next time I’ll do it to you, yeah? Would you like that, Cal?”
Calum only chuckled before humming in thought. “Mm, I don’t know. I think I’d want more than just your fingers inside of me, if you’re up for that.”
Later, Michael probably wouldn’t admit to the way his jaw dropped at the mere thought of being inside of Calum, his cock engulfed in the heat of his boyfriend’s tight hole.
