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Nicky tries to hide his grin at the nip to his shoulder and the line of kisses up his neck, trying to play it calm, cool, and collected (something he's failed to do since he met Joe, if he's honest, in a variety of ways).

"They're working very hard," he says with a serious nod of his head, turning towards Joe for a slower kiss, mumbling against his lips. "Would you like to wash my hair now?"

That's okay, Joe doesn't want Nicky to be cool, calm and collected. He'd much rather seem him bothered, arch and passionate.

"Good," Joe says, sounding pleased. "I'll keep it up, then." The offers makes him hum and reach for the shampoo, slipping his fingers through Nicky's wet hair. "I'd like that. Is that something you like too?" Nicky's hair is lovely and as much as Joe likes to dishevel it, he thinks it'll be nice to help wash it instead, for once.

Nicky has a very particular thing for the touch of fingers at his scalp. It makes him shiver and bow towards the person touching him. It makes him want to whimper and give in, fully, absolutely, and totally. It also means that his hair will look better, because he doesn't do the best job himself when it's barely rinsed out.

"I think," he manages, sucking in a breath through his teeth, "that you should keep going and find out." It will only be moments now before Nicky has a hard-on and Joe will know exactly how much he likes it.

"Yeah?" Joe prompts, smiling at the way Nicky is leaning into him now, shivering at the sensation of Joe's fingers running through his hair gently. He uses more shampoo and carefully works up a lather in Nicky's hair, combing his fingers through the strands, giving his scalp a slow massage with his fingertips.

Nicky is so close to him in the small shower that Joe can feel him get hard almost as soon as it starts happening, grinning wider. "What is it that you like, then? The scalp massage?" he inquires, demonstrating. "The petting?" He smooths Nicky's hair back. "Some pulling?" He tugs, close to the scalp so it doesn't hurt much, just enough to tilt Nicky's head back so he can kiss the underside of his jaw.

The pull makes him moan, a sound drawn out of him that he would be embarrassed to name, especially seeing as he likes to think he has so much more control than that. And yet, one tug from Joe, and his knees are almost buckling, he's fighting hard to grab at the shower wall, and he's forgetting all the things that led them here (namely, that he isn't usually ready to go like this again so soon).

"I think a combination of all of it, but especially the hands responsible for it, those are very important," is his grave admission, breathing a little harder now. "Joe," he groans, hand sliding from his hips to take his cock in hand, "There's something else I think could use some petting and pulling."

It's such a lovely sound and Joe smiles even as he directs Nicky to stand under the spray of water to rinse the shampoo out. When he sees that Nicky's knees are almost buckling he puts his free hand on his hip to steady him, pushing him up against the tiled wall so he doesn't risk slipping. He hums in answer, nipping down the side of Nicky's neck, licking at the water drops there.

"I hope my hands are to your liking, then," he answers, looking down when Nicky moves to touch his cock. "Is there?" he teases, amused. "What's that?" He punctuates the question with another tug, his fingers tight in Nicky's wet hair, trying to see if he can make him moan again.

Nicky helpfully steps to the exact spot that Joe needs him in, making a soft hum of pleasure for the warmth of the water, the bite of Joe's teeth, and the hand in his hair. It's not exactly a moan that Joe gets from him, more of a wrecked sound like Joe has somehow reached into his soul and broken him apart.

Fuck, that feels nice. Nicer than most things that Nicky's experienced in his life, if he's honest.

He drags his hand down Joe's cock, working his thumb over the head as he tries to hold his own ground. "What?" he asks, because his brain just short-circuited. Did Joe ask him something? Right, yes. In retribution, he starts jerking Joe off a little faster. "This kind of pulling and petting, I think."

It's a very nice sound nonetheless and it makes Joe's hips arch into Nicky's touch, stepping even closer so they are pressed together from thighs to shoulders. He shivers when Nicky starts stroking him, quickly hardening further, pleasure making him hum and flush with warmth.

Grinning as Nicky just blinks at him dazedly and takes a few seconds to answer, he leans in to kiss along his jawline again. "Oh, that kind," he says, his voice low and pleased. He lets go of Nicky's hip to circle his cock instead, stroking him slow and steady. He watches what it does to Nicky, tugging on his hair again and leaning in to kiss his wet lips, eager to swallow the noises of pleasure Nicky will make.

Joe's voice sounds utterly delicious when it does that. Nicky wants to record it, make it his ringtone, and never hear anything else. Is he a little affected by him? Honestly, he thinks it's more than just a little, given how heated he is.

It drives him on, though, and lets himself loose as he makes out with Joe, frantic and furious, messy as he jerks him off, glad they're in the shower for the mess they're both about to make. "You are the worst," he mutters into the kiss, for the teasing, and means none of it.

Joe kisses back passionately, groaning against Nicky's mouth and pushing him up against the wall to press their bodies together tightly. It's too frantic, too heated considering they did this already only a few minutes before but Joe can't bring himself to care, feeling heat flush through his whole body.

"You started it," he growls in response, grinning even as he nips on Nicky's lower lip. "You can't tell me just how to ruin you and then expect me not to do it." He gasps when Nicky's grip on his cock gets messy and fast, panting in the steam around them. He strokes Nicky faster in retaliation, tugging on his hair hard and sucking a mark just under his jaw, determined to make him come.

"Did I?" is Nicky's all-too-innocent reply, as if he's utterly shocked to be accused of such a thing. Never mind that he's panting and frantically jerking Joe's cock, careful not to give in to instincts that want him to wrap a leg around Joe's waist.

The last thing he needs is to fall in the shower and break a hip.

"You could have," he mutters, in between biting kisses, "waited on the knowledge."

"No," Joe says, between panting kisses. "I really couldn't have."

He comes with a gasp, screwing his eyes shut and pressing his face against the crook of Nicky's shoulder, his whole body arching in pleasure. It shouldn't be so strong, shouldn't be so good, not when it's the second time in a row.

And yet, here he is.

He massages the back of Nicky's head gently, soothing the ache where he pulled on his hair, and kisses along his neck blindly as he strokes him fast and tight.

Nicky scrunches his nose up, another argument coming quickly, but it's subdued the moment that Joe comes. All his words fly away when that happens, because Nicky is powerless to enjoying it in the warmth of Joe's touch, in his shower, massaging his head.

He needs something more, though.

"One more," he pleads, panting. "Joe," he demands. "Pull it, one more time, my hair," he mumbles, hips rocking into the touch.

"Yeah?" Joe says, grinning as he turns his head to look at Nicky, his nose pressing against his cheek. Nicky is so beautiful like this, flushed and panting, his entire body pressing close.

"I don't know, maybe I should wait on that knowledge," he taunts, scratching at Nicky's scalp gently but not pulling, purposefully keeping him on the edge a little longer. It's a dangerous game to play with someone like Nicky, Joe knows, but he's enjoying taking that risk immensely.

Nicky is about to curse at him, his desperation on the brink of turning into something far meaner, and when Joe only scratches at his scalp, he nearly hisses at him, smacking at his hand. "Well, if you don't know how to do this, then I will finish myself," is his haughty reply, angling his hips away as if he actually prefers to do this himself.

Isn't this the point of having a boyfriend? So he doesn't? And yet, pride and stubbornness demands that he takes this into his own hand -- literally.

Nicky's arch reaction makes Joe laugh, low and fond, watching him step away and glare, even when he's so close and so sensitive. "Touchy, aren't you?" he says, gently, putting his hand on Nicky's wrist to stop him from stroking himself. "Let me. I'll do it just the way you tell me, I promise." He presses a kiss to the corner of Nicky's mouth, gauging his response. "Just the way you like it."

Nicky's nostrils flare with the sharp breath he inhales. "I would prefer you touch me," is his reply, but he wants the pull of his hair, knowing that the instant that Joe does that, he'll be weak and his knees will give out.

That's the way he likes it, but Joe's kisses are good too, pausing long enough to let Joe take over, more intent on the kiss than the touch. "Show me how well you listened," he coaxes, voice low.

"I listened," Joe agrees, and endeavors to show just that. He kisses Nicky passionately and strokes him steadily, just the way Nicky has shown him he likes. He does not pull on his hair at once still, building anticipation by making Nicky wait for it, just touching the wet strands carefully. But then he does pull, gradually increasing the pressure until it tips Nicky's face back and he can nip at his bared throat.

Nicky is more than willing to let himself completely surrender to Joe, starting to twitch as the restlessness kicks in, but then, oh, then, Joe pulls on his hair and it's timed perfectly with that nip to his throat, drawing a guttural moan from Nicky as he all but collapses forward as he comes, right into Joe's arms.

He's raggedly panting, feeling almost overwhelmed, and the water is almost too much on his skin. "Joe," he groans, forehead to his shoulder. "That was perfect. Cazzo."

Joe is right there to catch him, holding Nicky up against the tiled wall, making sure he doesn't slip and hurt himself. He continues to press biting kisses to Nicky's neck as he feels him tremble and make a mess of both of them, only letting go of his hair when he goes limp in his arms.

He smiles, pleased. "I'm glad," he says, and he means that. He pushes Nicky a little so that he can be under the spray of water again, cleaning the mess he's made of both their chests, his eyes warm and soft.

After this, Nicky is going to have to wear a very thick turtleneck to obscure all the damage Joe is doing to his neck. It's very welcome damage, honestly, seeing as he doesn't mind for a moment all the nibbling and biting happening there.

It may get some looks, given how warm it is.

Nicky tips his head up to welcome the warm spray of water, but he wonders. "How long until the hot water runs out? I'd like to be out of the shower by then," he mumbles, feeling very spent now.

Joe would apologize for leaving such obvious marks, but he's really not sorry.

"It'll probably run out soon," Joe admits, smiling. "Let's get clean." And he does, soaping himself quickly and making sure they're both rinsed completely before he turns the water off, stepping out of the shower. He'll get a towel for Nicky and then one for himself, starting with his hair and working his way down. "Are you hungry, do you want to eat before bed?"

Nicky is going to miss the warmth of the shower water in combination with Joe's body, but luckily, he doesn't have to give up one of those things, which has him smiling like an idiot.

"I think it would be smart to have something to eat. I don't know about you," is his cool, teasing reply, "but someone in this home completely wore me out with painting and some other activities." He tightens his towel around him as he steps out, shaking a hand through his wet hair and leaving it disastrous.

"Some other activities, uh?" Joe repeats, grinning sunnily. "I'm sorry you have suffered so. I can definitely make you something to eat." He doesn't mind. He'll make something simple they can eat before getting ready for bed.

He dries himself and puts on a T-shirt and comfortable jogging pants, taking a little time to put oil in his hair and curl it back into place with a brush. Looking up, he can see Nicky drying himself and leaving his hair in complete disarray. "Oh, habibi, no," he sighs, beckoning Nicky closer to brush his hair back and put a little oil there so it dries nice and shiny.

"I have suffered deeply," Nicky says with a mocking look on his face as he wraps the towel around his waist, grinning as he watches Joe putting his clothes on. He pauses, though, as Joe fixes his hair, raising a brow when product gets involved.

That's not what he'd been expecting to borrow. "I had been hoping you might lend me some boxers and a t-shirt, not hair gel," he says with the mild disdain of a man who doesn't use any of that. He sort of just pushes it back and lets it fall where it likes, without product.