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Nicky nods, like he's just discovered one of the world's most awful problems, but there's a smile hiding behind it, a tease and a joy, because this is what Nicky loves (and yes, he knows it's too early to love Joe, but that doesn't mean he can't love the time they spend together).

It's so easy to tease and not worry that Joe will think less of him or that he's an asshole. Well, he might, but he also knows there's more to him.

And, of course, Joe is brilliant. Nicky grabs at his wrist, a touch possessive, and holds on tightly. "Don't wash any others off," he warns. "I want to be able to see my hands all over you." His eyes are dark and burning with desire as he insists on this, but he thinks Joe gets it, and plus, he has to go get naked. "You go. I'll see you in your bed." His first time there, too, which is very exciting.

Joe can see that amused gleam in Nicky's eyes, though it's quite well-hidden behind his exaggerated despair. It makes him chuckle, shaking his head. He loves that Nicky can be a dramatic asshole, especially for something like this where no-one's feelings are actually getting hurt.

He pauses when Nicky grabs his wrist and keeps him still, slowly grinning. "I won't. I like your hands all over me." He leans in to give Nicky a coy kiss to the cheek, getting up when he's released. "Get yourself comfortable, yes? Test how bouncy the mattress is, rub your cheek against my pillow, anything you like. I'll be right over," he taunts, heading for the bathroom.

It won't take him long to clean himself, using a washcloth, warm water and a bit of soap to remove just enough paint that Nicky and he can still have a good time in bed. Then he'll hurry back to the bedroom to see what Nicky is doing.

With his shirt already off, Nicky doesn't have much to do to disrobe, but he takes special care to fold his socks, pants, and underwear and set them on top of Joe's dresser. He also wants to preserve Joe's beautiful art, which is why he lies on his stomach on Joe's bed, tugging a pillow towards him to rest his chin on it.

It smells of Joe, intoxicating like him and Nicky feels like he could get used to such a smell. He doesn't bounce on the mattress, but he does tip his cheek on Joe's pillow so he can watch over his shoulder for Joe.

"Joe," he calls out. "Am I allowed to rummage through your drawers, too? Am I going to find anything scandalous?" he asks, hopefully.

"You can rummage if you'd like," Joe calls back from the bathroom, sounding amused. "I don't have anything too scandalous in there, I think." There are a few things they could use if Nicky is into them, but nothing very kinky, in Joe opinion.

He steps in, smiling at the sight of Nicky lounging on the bed on his stomach, displaying the art on his back. It's smudging a little already and Joe hums, sitting down next to Nicky so he can lean in and kiss his shoulder, running his fingers lightly down his spine. "You look beautiful, habibi."

"Maybe in the morning, I'll go through your drawers and see what exciting things you have waiting for me." He shifts his gaze to let it land on Joe, his eyes soft as he lets his fingers run down his spine, over the artwork he'd put there.

They're going to make a painted and flaky mess all over the sheets, but Nicky can't bring himself to feel badly about it. "Would you like to put more marks on me? Or can we get to the part where you fuck me?" he asks, bluntly and hopefully all at the same time.

"You'll have to tell me what you like, and what you want to try," Joe says, amused at the idea of Nicky going through his drawers with that delighted little grin of his. He beams, leaning in to kiss Nicky's shoulder. "I have the robe you gifted me somewhere in my closet, too. I haven't worn it yet." Joe's been waiting for Nicky to come over so he can show it off. He tried it on briefly and it is very short on him.

He slips his fingers lower, grabbing a handful of Nicky's ass and squeezing playfully. "Perhaps I'll give you a couple of love bites," he teases, rolling closer and nipping on Nicky's shoulder. "It'll last longer than paint." He nuzzles the nape of Nicky's neck. "You want to stay like this?"

Nicky has plenty of ideas, but right now, he's riding the high of thinking about being Joe's boyfriend, of calling Joe his boyfriend in public, and to friends, and maybe even his family. That's a heady rush and a romantic and sexual kink that hasn't been fulfilled for him in a very long time.

He lets out a delighted yelp at the nip and the grab, chuckling into his folded arms. "I want to preserve the beautiful artscape on my back," he insists, voice rough. "So yes, I want to stay here. I hope fucking me like this is something you're willing to cope with," he teases.

"I'll manage somehow," Joe says, trying his best to sound put-upon even as he is grinning very brightly against Nicky's shoulder. "I can't guarantee I won't smudge your back, though. It's already beginning to flake." He shifts against Nicky, trying not to press against his back too much but keeping his mouth on his shoulder and lining their hips together. His cock fits very snugly along the cleft of Nicky's ass.

"I don't know what I was thinking, painting your back," he whispers in Nicky's ear, nipping at it. "Your ass is the real work of art here, I could never compete." He slips both his hands under Nicky's hips to make him arch up so he can rock against him and wrap his fingers around his cock.

Nicky makes a little soft moue of disappointment with his mouth, but it's something he can live with, especially seeing as Joe's cock is right there, and he's lifting his hips, touching him, teasing him, telling him all these wonderful things about his ass.

He grins into his arms, dizzy with want and need. "Then you should finish on it," he suggests roughly. "Pull out and paint me, in a different sort of way." Maybe Joe shouldn't be taking a picture of that one, but Nicky thinks he'd very much enjoy it.

The idea makes Joe curse in Arabic and lean in to nip at Nicky's shoulder again, harder this time. "You have such good ideas, tesoro," he says, his voice low with want. "You'll definitely need a shower after that."

He keeps stroking Nicky, slow and even, building his desire up even as he leans over to the side to get the lube and a condom. "Are you going to let me in, Nicolo?" he whispers, soon pressing slick fingers into Nicky, careful but not as careful as he was the first time, because he knows Nicky can take it.

Nicky thinks that he is only at his most brilliant when Joe is the one helping to encourage him to such things. His lips curve up with a delighted smile, shifting to get a pillow under his head so that he can watch Joe from this new angle, breath sharply drawing in at the sight of the lube.

"I am," he says, voice low. "And I'm ready to get tested so the next time we do this, you only need one of those things in your hand."

If they're boyfriends, and hopefully exclusive ones, at that, then he wants to be able to have it properly. "Come in, Yusuf, you know I love the way that feels."

"Yeah," Joe agrees, his voice rough with want. "I'd like that." He's not planning on sleeping with anyone else -doesn't want to, really- and he knows he would love the feeling of being bare with Nicky, nothing at all separating them. He dips his head to rub his bearded chin against Nicky's shoulder, pressing kisses to his cheekbone and temple.

Nicky's body welcomes him easily and Joe works him up to three fingers, trying to find the angle that will make Nicky gasp, taking his time to work him open enough that it won't sting when he finally presses in.

Nicky tips his head back to smile into the pillow, overwhelmed by how good it feels to hear Joe say how he'd like that. It prickles all over his skin, a delighted wash of warmth, and then a bristle of roughness against his shoulder that draws a soft whimper from Nicky's lips.

Three fingers, there it is, that's what he's been waiting for. He presses his forehead to the pillow, arching his ass up towards Joe's fingers, something he's so very comfortable with, even if it's only the second time. And he cannot wait until it's his turn. "Joe," he gasps, "where will you hold me? To preserve your art?"

Joe grins when he feels Nicky push back against him, his body arching into the sensation. "Eager, aren't you?" he teases gently, stroking up Nicky's side with his free hand. He pulls back for a little while to roll the condom on and get more lube, looking up at the question.

"At the thighs, I think," he says, demonstrating by putting both his hands on Nicky's thighs just under his hips, squeezing to feel the muscles there. "You have great legs, too," he praises, stroking his thumbs up the inside of Nicky's thighs teasingly. "Unless you'd like me to hold on somewhere else?" He's open to suggestions, really.

Nicky has been putting his hands all over Joe's nearly-naked body. The look that he gives Joe is a seething and cutting one, because of course he's eager, when he's been determined to have this since he dipped his palm in paint and pressed it against Joe, from the very first.

"And you're not?" he huffs in reply, because he wouldn't believe a word of that, if Joe happened to tell him. He inhales sharply at the touch of his thighs, glad he doesn't moan wantonly.

Not yet, at least. He inhales sharply and lets his gaze slide, his chin tucked into his chest, as he peers at his cock. "I think it's lonely without your hand, on it firmly," he offers.

That look makes Joe grin wider because he can see how much Nicky despises the comment and he loves it. He would normally soothe the curl on Nicky's lips with his own but kissing isn't easy in that position so he just strokes over Nicky's thighs and ass instead, patting him gently. "Oh, I am," he admits, readily. "I'm desperate for you, tesoro." It's not even a lie, Joe truly is.

"I can do that," Joe confirms warmly, putting his hand back on Nicky's cock and giving him a firm squeeze. He doesn't stroke him at once, too busy guiding his own cock against Nicky's ass, rolling his hips to press in carefully. He goes slow but he'll go all the way if Nicky doesn't tell him to stop, rocking until his hips are flush against Nicky's ass and he's gasping against his shoulder at how it feels.

What Joe is doing with his hands is far preferred, so it's a good thing Nicky doesn't mind in the least. He shivers for the touch, a whole-body thing that comes over him, and he whines slightly at the touch that's brought out of him. It's so good to the point that he starts squirming a little, rocking against Joe's hand, and then back because Joe's cock is there.

Stuck between heaven and a hand, in his opinion, which is the best place to be. Nicky finally gasps, forehead hitting the pillow as he rubs it back and forth, forgetting everything else for a moment. "Do I feel...does it feel good?" he breathlessly asks.

"Yeah," Joe whispers, his forehead against the back of Nicky's shoulder, feeling the paint smear a little between them as he blankets Nicky's back with his chest. He rolls his hips slowly, carefully giving them both a measured amount of friction, groaning at how good it already feels, even slow and restrained like this.

"You feel incredible. So warm, so tight." Joe starts moving his hand again, stroking Nicky steadily, rubbing at the wet tip of his cock with his thumb. "It's like you were made just for me, hayati."

He cannot wait until they are both tested and it will feel better than good. It will feel absolutely heavenly, in a way that Nicky is desperately looking forward to. Right now, though, still feels wonderful. Joe is inside of him, his art is on him, his hand is working him.

He is in heaven, he decides, and he can't believe he's made it here because he picked a fight in an email. "Maybe I was," is his throaty, rough reply, most other words failing him. It's so early to say such things, but Nicky feels them, in his heart. He reaches a hand down to slide over Joe's, tangling their fingers together so he can touch, feel, and enjoy. "You are the incredible one," he mumbles, into the pillow as he presses his forehead against it, with another wave of pleasure creating over him.

"Maybe you were," Joe agrees, breathlessly. He too is beginning to feel like it was so, though he's aware that it's too early to feel such things. "And I for you, Nicolo." He adjusts his grip to welcome Nicky's fingers between his, following his lead, stroking him a little tighter as he quickens his pace.

He huffs at being called incredible himself, biting Nicky's shoulder gently. "Are you truly going to argue with me about who's more incredible right now?" he teases, his voice rough with pleasure and love.

It feels early to be thinking about destiny or soulmates, so Nicky puts it out of mind for the moment. He's eager to dismiss it, eager to focus only on the way Joe feels when they do this, slipping his fingers into the spaces that Joe's make, his thumb dragging along the inside of Joe's index finger with a firm touch, one that his shaky breath doesn't reflect.

"Yusuf," he gasps, at the full use of his name, because he feels so absolutely, completely good. "Thought you," he gasps out, still trying to hold his brain in one piece, "liked it when I argued," he counters stubbornly, lifting his hips to force Joe deeper.

"I like how you say my name," Joe whispers, smiling against Nicky's shoulder. Very few people call him Yusuf, and he likes how it sounds on Nicky's lips, breathless with passion.

"I love it when you argue," he corrects, groaning when Nicky lifts his hips and makes his next thrust unexpectedly deep. It's easy to keep one hand on Nicky's cock and put the other on his thigh then, to quicken his pace, pressing harder against Nicky, gasping at how incredible it feels.

If that's what Joe wants, he'll say it all the time. He'll forget that his name is anything but Yusuf, if it makes him so happy. (Strange to think that only weeks ago, Nicky would've blithely steamrolled past caring about what any random artist thinks, but look at him now).

He grins crookedly at Joe agreeing, and mutters a few curses under his breath when his sharp movement creates a new position that is, quite frankly, glorious. "Good," he says firmly, because he has, "No plans to stop."

His breathing is starting to get sharper, huffed out, because he's closer to the edge, especially when Joe picks up speed.

Joe doesn't mind that name -it's the one he uses most of the time, and he's quite happy to introduce himself with it- but there is something special about being called Yusuf, something intimate and warm that he likes very much.

"I wouldn't want it any other way," Joe says, grinning against Nicky's shoulder. He groans, stroking Nicky faster because he can feel his own pleasure building and building and he doesn't want to come before Nicky does. "Are you close, tesoro?" he whispers, nipping on Nicky's shoulder. "Are you going to come for me?"

Nicky thinks he will use it sparingly, as a tease. It will be a surprise for Joe to get used to and seek out. He will call him Yusuf sporadically, just to see him brighten and delight at it. He will use it like a charming, romantic weapon.

It will be perfect.

He rocks against their hands, frantic now, rutting more than any rhythm, nodding wordlessly at the question. "Yes," he vows, voice barely more than a raspy whisper. "So close, Yusuf, caro, but I want, I want to feel," he breathes out, catching his thoughts. "I want to feel you come. In me."