topino | (no subject)

[ Nicky reaches up to give his own hair a light tug. ]

Maybe I will grow it to my shoulders again. I have seen modern men tie it up in buns and ponytails, maybe I would like to do that with mine. [ He gives it another ruffle and shake, smiling brightly as he bears in to kiss Joe again, giving that hair another tug to yank him higher into the kiss. ]

We can shave the beard, if only because I like the way it feels to kiss you when you are growing it back in.

Mmm, yes, do that please. [ Joe pushes up on one arm and kisses him deeply. More like that and he would be ready for round three. ]

You get all the enjoyment of stubble without any of the lingering irritation. [ He rubs his beard against Nicky's neck to make his point. ]

You can stick your pens and pencils in the knot, so I am like a pincushion for your supplies. [ He's grinning as he leans in to kiss Joe, cupping his cheek so he can't go anywhere, sliding back to let Joe rub against him like a cat.

Just as Joe said, it goes red, then fades. ]

What if, when you shave yours, I grow mine? It has been some time since we were reversed in this.

You are going to hide knives in it. [ A paintbrush would be cute but Joe knew his love. Nicky would arm himself. ] Very sexy of you.

That would be good. All my beard conditioner wouldn't go to waste then. And I quite like the look of you shaggy.

[ Yes, Nicky is going to hide all kinds of beautiful knives in there and he will make it look very good. ] He's going to enjoy it. You would think that. Wait until I kill a man, then you will really enjoy it.

[ Nicky snorts as he thinks of himself that way, which he truly hasn't looked like in ages. ]

Maybe you will need to find a Polaroid, so we are able to remember this look. I think it has been nine centuries since I truly wore it.

You are beautiful on the battlefield. I can't resist you when you are in full protective fury. [ Joe is conditioned to find Nicky with bladed weapons incredibly sexy and almost indescribably beautiful. ]

You were trying to distance yourself from the first time you wore that look. [ He nibbled along Nicky's clean shaven jaw. ] Mmm, we must have left a Polaroid in a safe house somewhere. The real question will be film... do we have any?

I will find some beautifully carved knives and put them in my hair, and then enjoy every moment of you being so utterly drawn to me.

[ And he will enjoy every single second of it.

He smirks as he thinks about that first time, snorting as Joe kisses his jaw, which will only last for so long if he's going to grow it out. ] I am sure we can get Copley to order it from a vintage shop, no? I would like some proof of how dastardly and dashing I look, as an invader again.

Like I am not already pulled like a magnet to you.

[ Joe will love helping Nicky put them in his hair.

He will have to enjoy the nice, clear skin while he can then. He keeps kissing and nipping at soft, warm skin that smells of sweat, sex, and Nicky. ] Cellphones have cameras now as well. We can take pictures with your phone. Or mine.

[ Nicky had said he wanted more pictures of them together. They could do that. ] Unless you want a physical picture to hold on to?

[ Nicky is holding back squirming and gentle laughing as Joe keeps kissing his smooth skin, which feels so very good. He doesn't want him to stop, not at all, and his eyes burn with that need. ]

I want a physical picture to put in my bag with my gun. In my wallet. I want it on my phone as a background.

[ He wants pictures of them everywhere, that's the point. ]

Then you'll have all the pictures you could want.

[ Even though pictures are a risk Joe wants Nicky to have them. They can be a reminder of their love for each other and proof that he is still with him.

He shifts so Nicky is more settled in his lap and he can reach more skin to kiss and touch. ]

A few private pictures for just us as well, right? [ He grinned playfully. ] Your beauty should be committed to every medium.

[ Nicky settles his legs to drape them around the small of Joe's back, sitting comfortably as he stares down at Joe serenely. ] I thought all the pictures were going to be just for me.

You know. [ He leans in and presses a kiss to Joe's shoulder. ] No one will know who it is, if the pictures are only of a man's body and not his face.

[ He slides his fingers up Joe's back, snorting again at the thought of littering books and journals with filthy pictures. He loves the idea, if he's honest ]. I would like sketches and pictures, please.

But I want to see your beautiful face.

[ He slides a hand between them, wraps it around both their cocks and strokes them slowly together. ]

The pictures are for us to enjoy. Things we can share together when we're alone to remember passionate moments. [ He kissed Nicky deeply. ] I want to see you at your most passionate, your most tempting.

[ Nicky snorts because he knows what 'most passionate' and 'most tempting' means. ]

You mean, at my most naked.

[ Nicky lets out a hiss, because he might be immortal and heal, but he knows that even they are risking chafing by doing so much right now. He's not about to tell Joe to stop, though. ]

Polaroids. I like the idea of pinning them to our fridge or leaving them in your gun case, or stuck within your journals.

Yes. [ Joe will admit to wanting pictures of his husband naked. Who wouldn't? Nicky is stunning. ]

I'm sure we can find a polaroid camera for you while we're here. [ He keeps his touch light, more teasing and comforting that overtly sexual. ] You can take some pictures while we're on vacation.

[ Joe's smile is a little more teasing. ] And I'll take pictures for a private collection.

[ Nicky smirks at the thought of a Polaroid readily available for him with reams of film for him to abuse as he takes photo after photo of Joe sprawled out. He slides his palms down to Joe's ass and grabs hold of it, pulling him up so he can rock his hips down.

And that, definitely, is very sexual. ]

Make sure you take some of yourself to surprise me with. I want one on the bathroom mirror every morning.

[ Oh, if Nicky is going to be needy then Joe will meet those needs. He picks up the lube, pours some over both of them, and strokes again with purpose. ]

Mm, even though we share a bathroom every morning? [ They should check out the undoubtably luxurious bathroom at some point. They could soak in the tub and drink champagne. ] And when we return to the others you had better wake up before them otherwise they might find that picture.

[ Which probably wouldn't shock Andy. She's seen them in various compromising positions. It would be a new experience for Nile. ]

[ Nicky is always needy, but Malta has a way of somehow getting under his skin and driving his need. It reminds him of how much he loves Joe, but also how much he needs him, and the idea of them being apart for their honeymoon is impossible. ]

Right now, yes. I still want to be surprised with the photo you pick to share with me.

[ He grins as he stares between them to watch Joe's steady fingers, humming softly for how nicely they look against his cock. ] When we return, you can stick the picture on my forehead for when I wake.

I love you so much.

[ Especially when he suggests silly things like putting pictures on a his forehead. Joe leans in and kisses him hard and deep to pour love into him.

He stroked Nicky's cock in a tight grip slow and steady his thumb teasing across the tip. ] You can have all the pictures you want, my love. Of anything you want.

[ Nicky's smile is a soft thing, crooked and adoring, and he leans in to kiss Joe, cupping his cheek to drive him back to the bed, knowing that he's interfering with what Joe is doing, but maybe he just needs to.

Because he loves him so much. He loves him more than there are stars in the sky, more than days in their history, that's how much he loves him. ]

I would like to be surprised, that's what I would like.

[ It does make it very hard to keep pleasing his husband but a forceful kiss like that can't be ignored. He pushes up to kiss him in return. ]

Then that's what I'll do. [ And Joe has pulled off some incredible surprises over the years. He will find the best way to surprise Nicky with picture after picture of him and them and other things and places Nicky loves. ]

What do you say to continuing this in a bath or shower? Or are you just going to ride me here? [ Since Nicky's in his lap and all. Joe wouldn't mind that. His cock is throbbing with need. ]

[ Nicky sits up astride Joe, stretching out his torso as he pushes both hands above his head, elongating the line of him as he cracks his neck one way, then the other, peering down at Joe. ]

It's been ages since we've travelled by horseback. Maybe I'm not so good at riding anymore.

[ As he rocks his hips a little, like he's giving his evidence. ]

[ Nicky is all long lines and lean power. Joe basks in the sight of him stretched out. His mouth goes dry with how intense his want is. ]

The only way to get better is to practice.

[ He rolls his hips in response, slow and easy. ]

I promise to be gentle.

[ Nicky wrinkles his nose like he's still considering it, and grips Joe by the hips, his attention sliding to the bathroom, like he's only just now remembered they are on their honeymoon. He slides his leg over Joe and absently walks (very slowly, very nakedly) towards the bathroom.

It should be a good view.

Once there, he whistles as the lights come on. ]

Then come be gentle in here. We could fit a dozen people in this tub.

[ Joe almost grabs him and drags him back into bed when Nicky moves. He should not go away from Joe when they're both naked, both hard, and in bed.

But then he figures out what Nicky is up to and simply rolls onto his side to enjoy the view. ]

Hm. Is that a hint?

[ He stretches out before finally getting to his feet and following after his husband. ]

Damn, you're right. It's like a bathhouse in here.

[ Nicky is still achingly hard, of course, but he has learned enough patience (or maybe it's just the Catholic suffering in him) to know how to bear it, especially as he leans back into Joe's arms to look at what they have before them.

It's magnificent, it really is. ]

You start the bath, I'll bring the champagne. It would be a shame if it were to go flat, after all.