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"Uh, uh," Joe answers, unconvinced. There is something beautiful in Nicky's eyes at this moment though, a brightness that definitely wasn't there when they first met. Joe hesitates to call it happiness but that is what it looks like, and he's very glad he was the one to put it there.

The kiss makes him lose his trend of thought entirely until all he is thinking about is Nicky's mouth, touching and being touched in return. His hips jerk when Nicky's fingers circle his cock, his back arching at the feeling, the sharp rush of sensation.

He grins, bright and heated. "Let me," he says, and determinedly starts kissing across Nicky's chest and down, stroking his sides and holding him at the hips. He nudges Nicky's thighs to spread wider gently and presses kisses there too, rubbing his beard over pale skin.

Nicky grins at him, thinking how much he'll love to be at the gym with Joe and watch him impress all the others around him, all while sitting there and possessively thinking mine, mine, mine, even if this is their first time.

What's to say he has any claim?

When Joe slides off him, lips starting their journey, Nicky reaches for a pillow to slide behind his head, biting his lip to stop his smug and delighted grin, even if he is giddy at what's happening. "By all means, please, do what you like."

Nicky doesn't have a claim yet, but he could. Joe could fall in love with that man dangerously fast, he knows, and deeper than he ever has. It would scare him more if it wasn't so entirely exhilarating.

He grins back up to Nicky, letting him get comfortable, his hands stroking over his strong thighs. "So polite, Nicolo," he says, gently mocking. He starts slow, mouthing at the insides of Nicky's thighs, trying to see where he is sensitive so he can rub his bearded chin there. Then he leans up and presses wet kisses along Nicky's cock, feeling how hard he's getting, the heat coming from him.

"What can I say? I live to please," he lies, because he lives to be people's nightmare with his criticism, making people cry the way he does. He smirks at Joe, fiendishly glad that Joe hadn't been scared off by it (maybe even turned on by it).

There are no words left in him to argue with when Joe gets his mouth around his cock, the kisses soft and tender, more than he would have expected. "Joe," he exhales, eyes falling shut as he lets his body pool into a state of relaxation, his muscles easing as he enjoys this excellent treatment.

That draws an inelegant snort from Joe, because no. If anything, Nicky lives to disagree and criticize. Which Joe is actually growing to like, though he does appreciate Nicky's easy-going pliancy in this particular situation.

He doesn't comment, focusing on making Nicky feel good and trying to see what he likes best. He hums when Nicky whispers his name and takes him deeper in, hollowing his cheeks to suck but keeping the pace unhurried, drawing Nicky's pleasure out for as long as he will be allowed. He reaches up, taking one of Nicky's hands and putting it back in his hair, silently requesting him to hold on.

Nicky is still trying to understand where to put his hands, which is why he appreciates it when Joe takes it and pushes it into his hair. He can't help his satisfied little twist of his lips as they move upwards, content and delighted to be able to grab hold.

And then, and then, Nicky is not ready for and then as Joe starts to suck him, his mouth a glorious warmth, making him sigh and whimper with content.

There is no criticism here, only a demand, "More, Joe," he murmurs, voice subdued and soft, "More?"

Joe likes to have his hair petted and pulled, especially when he's doing something like this, so he'll gladly let Nicky hold on to his curls. He hums in satisfaction when he hears Nicky whimper in pleasure, his eyes flicking up to try and catch a glimpse of Nicky's face.

The request, soft as it is, makes him put both his hands on Nicky's ass and give him a good squeeze, bobbing his head just a touch faster, his tongue working cleverly against Nicky's cock. He'll need to come up to catch his breath soon enough, but he's enjoying this immensely in the mean time.

Nicky's pulls are starting to get more aggressive and sharper, aware that they correlate completely to the way Joe is working his cock, getting his hands involved. He squirms and writhes, back arching off the bed as he fights to keep his hips from doing the same.

He doesn't think it's very good second date protocol (or first fuck) to choke the man you want to be your boyfriend, some day. Maybe even soon. "Joe," he pants, and exhales his name, chanting it softly, almost like a prayer as he twists, hating how close he is.

It really has been a while.

"Please," he chokes out. "A little more, please, please."

The sharp pull to his hair make Joe moan, tingly shivers chasing down his spine. His gag reflex is fairly mild when doing this so he can take Nicky shifting his hips a little, though he appreciates his effort not to choke him entirely.

He hums when Nicky starts chanting his name, stroking up his chest and then back down, holding him at the hips tightly, feeling him twitch. He has to pull up to catch his breath and give his jaw a break, his eyes very dark as he watches Nicky's blissed out face. "Are you close, tesoro?" he rumbles, his voice low with what he's been doing. "Do you want to come now?"

He hasn't forgotten about Nicky's offer to ride him, but if Nicky wants to be undone twice in the same evening, Joe is up for the challenge.

Nicky nearly snaps at Joe in irritation and a stupid short-sighted lack of awareness about who it is in control of giving him pleasure, yet Joe doesn't go very far, and it helps that Nicky knows that he needs the break. His mind is clouded with desires, but in the end, his earlier need wins out.

He shakes his head, pushing himself up on his elbows, chest heaving as he hauls in breath. No, he doesn't want to come onw.

"I'm very close," he admits, drawing in air, "but I don't want to come yet."

The sudden outrage on Nicky's face makes Joe smile and lean in to kiss his hipbone, petting his ribs placatingly. He's not trying to tease right now, but he knows too well how it feels to be on the brink of coming only to see your pleasure curtailed.

"Okay," Joe agrees, watching the way Nicky's cheeks are flushed red, his eyes hooded and dark. He's beautiful.

He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and sits up, his other hand on Nicky's thigh. "Can I open you up?" he inquires, his eyebrows arching. He would like to, but he knows that's an intimate thing to do for a first time. "I'll be careful."

Well, if Nicky knew that he could get pettings and touches like that by being a petulant child, he would act like this more often. As it is, he's soaking it all up, delighted to have these touches from Joe, which make him shiver and breathe in deeply.

If Nicky is beautiful, then Joe is stunning to a degree that he cannot even put in words, not even as a critic or an author.

Achingly hard, and Joe is talking about opening him up, which is only making all of this so much harder, but he nods frantically. "You don't have to be too careful," he guarantees, which is a hint as to how rough he'll allow it.

Nicky can get gentle touches from Joe whenever he wants. He only needs to ask, Joe will always be happy to provide. He smiles when Nicky shivers under his palms, giving his belly a kiss.

The remark makes Joe's eyebrows arch, dully noting what Nicky is hinting at. He hadn't planned on making this rough at all, but if that's what Nicky likes, he can certainly go harder. "Perhaps I want to be careful," he still tells Nicky, smiling warmly to him. He moves to reach for the lube, squeezing some into the palm of his hand. "You want to stay like this?" he asks, gesturing to Nicky's spread thighs. "Or roll over?"

"I want to be able to look at you," comes Nicky's tender, but raw confession.

He knows that to do that, he'll need to find some pillows and shift a little. He's also hopeful that he's limber enough for this position, given that it's been a while and it's not like he has much time to keep himself in shape, what with the main job and his novels to write.

But he wants it, a lot, because he can't imagine doing this for the first time and not finding out what Joe looks like when he comes. "Take your time, as long as you want." That can be a torture of its own, after all.

The soft admission gets Nicky a kiss, Joe leaning up so he can reach his lips again. "You'll see me," he says, his tone quiet. "And I'll see you." He means their bodies, yes, but more than that. He feels seen by Nicky, at a deeper level than should be possible on a first date, and he wants to see Nicky in return.

With Nicky's thighs spread wide around his own, Joe has to take a second to collect himself. He can't stop looking at Nicky's cock, curving hot and hard against his belly, and remembering how it had felt on his tongue makes his own twitch.

"I might make you regret saying that," he points out with a playful grin, and absolutely does not mean it. He will take enough time to make sure this is not uncomfortable for Nicky, but he doesn't think he'll have it in him to tease much, not this once.

He leans in to kiss a gentle line across Nicky's inner thigh, reaching back with slick fingers to rub at him gently before he presses one inside.

Nicky is greedy for all the kisses he can get, tugging on his curls when he's near to his lips to pull him in for a swift follow up, another taste, another hint of this incredible man that Nicky essentially baited into this with arguments.

It's the first time that's ever worked, he has to admit.

"I don't think I could regret anything with you," he confesses, even as he has to dig his fingers into the sheets, still so painfully aroused that every passing moment is like torture. His eyes fall shut at the first blissful hint of more, but one finger is not very much at all, making him grit his jaw, biting back a demand.

He did just say Joe could take his time, didn't he? "Besides," he manages, voice shaky, "the longer you wait, the longer you won't be inside me, feeling how tight and hot I am."

"Nicky," Joe whispers, awed, when Nicky says he doesn't think he could regret doing anything with him. That earns him another kiss, breathless and heated, Joe reluctantly pulling away so he can focus of pressing inside Nicky's body.

Watching what just one finger does to Nicky makes a hot shiver go down Joe's spine, his stomach twisting with sheer desire. He chuckles at the remark, low and heated, gently moving his finger inside Nicky to get him used to it. "That's a good point," he allows, and returns with two fingers, spreading Nicky wider and trying to find the angle that will make him groan.

It is a very good point. Joe can already tell that Nicky is so hot inside, clenching tight and slick around his fingers, and he can't wait to feel him around his cock.

Nicky turns his head, enough to catch another kiss, and when he's comfortable with Joe in that position, he carefully mouths at the warm skin at his temple, lips striving to kiss again, bearing down on Joe's fingers, which are very nice, but also very disappointing.

At least, when it's his cock that he wants.

He knows they will get there, but it doesn't hurt to encourage Joe along. "Isn't it?" he challenges. "Imagine how I will moan your name," he murmurs, tugging on his ear as he cups his jaw to yank him back for another deep kiss.

Nicky's lips feel nice against his face and Joe leans into the soft touch, letting Nicky explore from his temple to his jaw, gentle but intent.

The idea of Nicky moaning his name makes Joe groan and he goes into the kiss open-mouthed and heated, kissing Nicky deep and filthy, nipping on his lower lip. "Care to give me a preview?" he inquires, pressing a third finger into Nicky, a little rougher than before.

Nicky tuts at Joe, shaking his head as he chides him. "I don't think that would be fair," he manages to get out, even if it's beginning to be a struggle to get all the words out of his mouth, moaning as he is, trying very hard to last.

Honestly, Joe had him on the cusp before, and now he feels like a desperate thing, surging up into the kiss, sinking down onto three fingers, and there are no names, just little panting moans, and little else.

That's okay, Joe likes the panting little moans almost as much as he would like his name on Nicky's breathless lips. "And you're all about fairness, aren't you?" he teases, feeling light-headed with desire. He wonders if he could come just from this, pressing his fingers deep into the tight clutch of Nicky's body, kissing him heatedly. It feels like he could.

He makes himself pull away, gently withdrawing and reaching for a condom, nipping on Nicky's corded neck and tasting salt. "I think you're ready," he whispers, pulling Nicky closer. He hasn't forgotten about Nicky wanting ride him and he shifts back to allow it, guiding Nicky to sit up and get in his lap.

Nicky's not sure he has words to respond. No, it's not about having words, it's about the fact that Joe is pulling away from him to put the condom on and the words fly out of his brain, leaving him stupid and useless, saying nothing.

The world swims around him and he lets out a needy whine. "Beyond ready," he guarantees, because he doesn't think he could wait another few seconds. He breathes raggedly as he starts climbing on top of Joe, gripping his shoulder so that he can climb on top of him, glancing behind him to make sure he's lined up right.

And Joe, his cock looks so good, it will feel so incredible, and it's all Nicky wants. Slowly, he sinks down on him, groaning loudly each moment he does, overwhelmed with pleasure. "Joe," is a breathless, barely there flutter.

If you'd told him that he would be fucked by one of the artists he'd picked a fight with, Nicky would not have believed you.

When the condom is carefully rolled on, Joe welcomes Nicky back against him, spreading his thighs a little to give him something to balance on, putting both arms around his waist to keep him securely in his lap. He wraps his fingers around the base of his own cock to guide Nicky against it, hissing at the contact.

And then Nicky is sinking down on him and he gasps, the slick heat of his body so tight it's almost overwhelming, making Joe's grip on his hip go rough, fingers digging in for a second before he catches himself. "I'm here," he says in return, mouthing mindlessly along Nicky's jawline, his hips trembling with the need to move.

Nicky shifts a little, finding where he can put his hands to carefully hold himself here. One ends up shifting backwards a little to rest on Joe's knee, wriggling a little as he arches his back, sliding a little more as he hisses out a profane curse.

He bows his spine, leaning in for a slow kiss as he stays there, not moving, because now that he's on Joe's cock, he needs a moment. Not very long of one, though, because he is still achingly hard, and it won't take more than a bit of a touch to get him going.

"I'm going to make a mess of you," he warns, voice low.

Joe forces himself to open his eyes, resting his forehead against Nicky's shoulder and watching the way his chest moves as he arches his back, cursing as he slides all the way down. He tilts his head up when Nicky leans in for a kiss, one hand slipping through his hair, holding on tight, while the other stays on Nicky's hip.

"Yeah?" Joe challenges, grinning into the kiss. "I'd like that." He rocks his hips, carefully despite his need. He doesn't have much leverage like this but the movement does make his cock press in just a little deeper, drawing a ragged groan.