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My favorite sin.

[ He sucks a mark into Nicky's neck right over his pulse and it's gone seconds after he stops.

Joe will let Nicky set the pace and match him. The water will probably splash over the edges but at the moment he doesn't care. ]

Though nothing this holy can be a sin.

[ Nicky does not wish to be mortal, but he does wish that Joe's marks would last a little longer. Maybe they will have to investigate temporary tattoos or other ways for him to bear Joe's marks. For now, the feeling of him inside of him, filling him up until he's whole will have to do.

And it will be incredible. ]

No, it is not a sin, it is a blessing. You are my eternal blessing.

[ And he begins to sink down a little faster, rocking hard and sending the water sloshing. ]

[ Joe reaches between them and wraps his hand around Nicky's cock stroking him as he rides. ]

You are the most beautiful man I've ever had the pleasure of loving. And mine for eternity. What a blessing indeed.

[ They have rings and other pieces of jewelry to mark them. Nicky wears his clothes and carries his scent. He has Joe's soul. No one would ever think Nicky belonged to anyone else. ]

[ Nicky, sometimes, has no intention of fighting Joe's compliments, so soft and sweet and tender. He will accept them, because he loves Joe and he soaks them up like rays of sunshine. ]

You are mine.

[ And that means more. He doesn't wear his rings enough, nor his clothes, but here in Malta, he intends to change that once he is proposed to. ] Mine, Yusuf, since the beginning, since my sword was in you and yours in me. We are marked, we are together.

[ The words are rambled, maybe not entirely in English, because he's currently fucking himself on Joe and it feels too good to think too much about his words. ]

[ They were bound together by destiny. Meant to find each other and do great things while they loved each other.

He pressed his mouth to Nicky as they moved together. His whole world centered on the man riding him. The pleasure builds low and heavy in his gut. He can't get a good grip in the water his hands sliding over Nicky's skin.

Joe moans as he peaks everything burning bright, clearing all sanity from his mind. There was nothing but white noise and heat and Nicky. Just Nicky. ]

[ Nicky knows that if he dies because he hits his head from being fucked, he will never live it down, so he should try very hard not to do that, which is why he keeps adjusting his grip on Joe's neck, his elbow wrapped around it.

He bows his head in, sinking down onto his cock, moaning Joe's name before ducking in to kiss him, stealing those sounds away.

He has to hope this burns out that need, because it has been high and a constant onslaught, and he wants to settle in with Joe for something less needy -- dinner, a proposal, time spent cuddling. Right now, though, this fuck, it's what he needs. ]

Soon. Joe, soon. Are you soon?

[ If it doesn't settle tonight, it will in a few days of frantically tearing at each other for reassurance. Joe needs it just as badly as Nicky does. ]

Yes, yes. Come with me. [ He tangles his fingers in Nicky's hair and drags him into another kiss that's sloppy and rough. ] Love, please.

[ The need he feels consumes him. He's right there, panting heavily against Nicky's mouth as he tries to pull them both over the edge. ]

[ Nicky grips at Joe's tangled curls, sliding his fingers through into his hair and marvelling at the way it looks. It's beautiful and even with centuries to get used to it, he still isn't. ]

My love. My Yusuf.

[ He rocks his hips and then sinks down, and with another stroke of his fingers, that's all he needs along with Joe's encouragement. ] I love you. Ti amo, amore.

Love. Yes.

[ Joe is not but a second behind him, hips bucking up as he fills Nicky. Then slumps back against the tub. The hot water almost feels like too much but he doesn't want to move right now. ]

Nicolo, how can you make it better each time? It's been nine hundred years.

[ At some point the sex would get boring, wouldn't it? Joe hopes it doesn't but he still has the marvel at the intensity. Nothing seems to dim their enjoyment. ]

[ Nicky sinks down into the water, and it's not that there are waves, but he still feels like he's rocking like he's being pushed to shore, pressing his sated, stupid smile into Joe's neck. ]

I think it is because I gave you champagne. I made you ready to feel like it was the best.

[ He presses his forehead to Joe's, lifting a wet hand to cup his cheek, laughing fondly. ] I have had a brilliant idea, inspired by the orgasm.

You do have some of your best ideas after sex.

[ Joe laughs warmly and runs his fingers through Nicky's hair. ]

Tell me. What's your brilliant idea, my love?

[ He reaches over the edge of the tub, picks up his champagne flute and takes a sip. It's not as cool as before but it still feels good to drink. ]

[ Nicky is sure it is a brilliant idea, but the thing is, he's not so sure that Joe will think the same. He leans into the touch, letting out a pleased sound as he reaches up to keep Joe's hand where it is. ]

You are going to lay out all of my clothes for me. I will stay naked. Then, you can go to the restaurant where we are having dinner, and you will wait for me.

[ It's been some time since he's made a grand entrance. He'd like to do that again. ]

Mmm, you are in a mood to play up our dating aren't you?

[ Joe would much rather make his entrance with Nicky on his arm. ]

Tonight, I'm in a mood to indulge you since there is also a proposal. You're indulging my romantic side. I'll indulge yours.

[ But they will leave together which is the most important part in all of this. ]

I am in a mood to slide my fingers over the clothes my husband has picked for me, thinking of how he loves me so much to think of them. I am in the mood to wear them and feel them pressed to my skin and think of how your hands were there.

[ He nuzzles at his temple, kissing his cheek. ]

And I would like, very much, to walk into the restaurant and see you stand to greet me and the look on your face when you are greeted with the artwork you have created of me.

[ There's the romantic side that Nicky hides so well. ]

Let me wash your hair and clean your body. Then you will completely be my work of art.

[ And he'd get to spend a few more minutes in Nicky's company before they have to untangle and prepare for this date. ]

[ Nicky smiles as he settles beside Joe, stretching his arms out as he nods to Joe to encourage him to help with the hair and his body. ] You will have to let me dry it, though. I want to surprise you, remember?

[ And he has some ideas of how he can do that. ]

But yes, come wash my hair, clean my body. Please help me, my love.

[ Joe grabs the soap first. It's an expensive bar of something that will leave Nicky's skin soft as silk.

He runs his slowly over his shoulders and down his chest, admiring his husband's body. ]

I will let you style your hair however you like.

[ Nicky knows how to make himself look good. Except for clothes. ]

[ Nicky loves when they indulge and pay far too much for their luxury. It is not a thing they do often, but it is for their honeymoon and the house is not ready yet. Why not soak in the lovely tub with the nice soap? ]

Good. And then I will wear exactly what you want of me. You can text me directions to the restaurant we are going to.

Yes, yes. I'll make sure you won't get lost.

[ After scrubbing his arms Joe washes his stomach and thighs. He's very business like around Nicky's cock and balls.

No need to start things up again. ]

I know I brought some good clothes for you. You'll look very dashing.

[ Nicky appreciates that Joe is not starting another round. After all, there are very important dinner reservations tonight and he would not like to be late for them. ]

I should look very dashing. Do you know, I have a very sneaking suspicion that I am going to be proposed to tonight?

[ He is smirking at Joe, still absently playing with his curls to arrange them in the way he likes ]. Do you want me to remind you where my rings are?

Oh, are you? What a lucky man.

[ Joe works his way all the way down to Nicky's feet with the soap.

When his body is clean Joe moves on to his hair. Of course he massages his scalp while he does it. ]

No, I know. I'll make sure to get them before I leave.

[ Nicky snickers under his breath, his smile so easy because he is in the very best mood. Multiple orgasms, a bath with his husband, and being with Malta will do that to a man, he knows.

Nicky stretches his feet out and then sinks back into Joe's touch as he lets that indulging feeling overcome him. ]

Good. It would not go over very well if you proposed and had no ring. Am I to appear shocked? Should I cry? We get free dessert when I cry.

I think in the moment you'll know the best way to respond.

[ He ruffles Nicky's hair before he starts to carefully rinse the shampoo from his hair. ]

My words will be inspiring. I hope.

[ He will probably end up crying. Joe's words have that impact on him, and they make him well up until he is sniffling and the romance nearly overwhelms him. Of course, he will have to see. It has been some time since Joe has proposed to him, and he would like to see what way he picks. ]

Your words make poets weep with envy. Museums long for your work, my love.

[ Joe's words will not only be inspiring, they will belong to Nicky, and this is what matters. ]

Some have my works. I don't sign nearly enough things.

[ Joe finishes with Nicky's hair and runs his fingers through it a few more times before he sighs. ]

I suppose I'll have to clean myself now and get ready. No more lingering and wasting time.

[ This proposal is worth making. He's been thinking about it for awhile. ]