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"That'd be a shame," Joe comments, sounding smug that he can get such a reaction from Nicky so easily. "I like it a lot." He gives Nicky a playful grin and then leans up to kiss him, heated and wanting, shifting his hips so he can press more firmly between Nicky's thighs and rock against him, a dirty grind designed to make them both breathless with need.

Nicky groans, a guttural thing that's interrupted by the way he has to grip at Joe's shoulders and for the small little pleas that intersperse with the wanting noise.

"It likes you too," he says plainly. "Joe," he sighs, rocking up against him frantically. "Please. Don't start anything we can't finish."

Joe is soon panting too, kissing Nicky and hard and stealing breaths when he can, groaning his name and heated praise in turn. He shivers when Nicky rocks against him pleadingly, biting his shoulder through his shirt, a shameless display of possessiveness.

"Oh, we'll finish it," he promises, his voice low and dark. "Hang tight." He holds onto Nicky as he pulls away from the wall, carrying him to the bedroom where they can undress, get supplies, and resume driving each other wild.

It's a good thing they haven't bothered to shower, seeing as they're about to get dirty all over again. Nicky wraps his arms around Joe's neck, lifting his other leg to wrap it around Joe's waist so he's holding on as secure and tight as he can.

"I wouldn't ever let go," he vows, "not when I have the most comfortable seat in the world," is a smug addition, as he settles a little, and then lifts himself to rock against Joe.

Joe can't help but laugh, pressing kisses to Nicky's shoulder as he navigates towards the bedroom. He almost trips when Nicky starts rocking against him, cursing and holding him still, his eyes dark and amused. "I'll fall and drop you, habibi," he warns, his voice soft.

He carries Nicky all the way to the bed and lets go so he can toe off his shoes, take off his T-shirt and get rid of his yoga pants. "Come on, you too." He grins, arching his eyebrows at his boyfriend.

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"Well, then we will be very bruised, but at least it will be together," he deadpans, a very serious look in his eyes as he lets Joe carry him off. He does stop, but only because he would hate to disappoint Joe by forcing him to drop Nicky like that.

He fumbles at his t-shirt, the bulk of it seeming to strangle his neck as he fights to yank it off, cursing in Italian when it gets tangled, but soon it's gone, along with his very tight pants and socks, leaving only his boxer-briefs.

"You might have to give me a good workout," he teases. "You distracted me at the gym, I didn't get much done."

Joe watches Nicky strip, grinning in amusement. "You remember when you told me you had a second job and I asked if you were a stripper?" he teases gently, and arches his eyebrows. "I take it back."

He can't resist the pale skin of Nicky's inner thighs though, and puts one knee on the bed to push him back, pressing kisses there, rubbing his bearded cheek against sensitive skin. "Yeah? I can do that. I could hold you up but let you do all the work, if you'd like." It would probably be a somewhat frustrating experience after a while, but if Nicky wants to sweat and pant and try to get enough friction to come, Joe would be happy to watch him.

Nicky scowls and flings the yoga pants at Joe's head, even if he misses. "It's not my fault these are so tight," he complains, even if it absolutely is his fault, because he's the one who picked them out of the pile, wanting Joe to be able to best see his ass and his legs.

Still, they're gone now, and he's grinning at Joe, thinking about how he could absolutely take stripping lessons, if that's the concern.

"No," he says, gently, fingers carding through Joe's hair. "It's a very nice offer, but what I want is for you to work with me."

Joe laughs when Nicky misses him with the pants, grinning back to him lovingly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It is absolutely your fault but I liked it a lot, so I can't complain."

Joe doesn't mind how ungracefully Nicky is undressing as long as he is undressing, to be honest. He wouldn't hate it if Nicky learned how to strip enticingly for him, however.

"I can do that," Joe promises, humming at the touch to his hair. "I can do that really well." He presses his mouth to the hot line of Nicky's cock through his underwear, rubbing his lips there as he hooks his thumbs under the hem of the fabric. "Get the lube," he requests, pushing Nicky's thighs to spread wider.

Nicky should have known that things were moving a little quicker than they normally would because he knows exactly where he has to search to find that lube. It takes him only a few moments, and the only reason it takes so long is because Joe is trying to get him to stop, what with those incredibly breaths against his underwear.

Groaning, he tangles his fingers in Joe's hair, cursing under his breath. "One day, when I'm not so pent up," he mumbles, "I want you to prepare me with your mouth, instead."

"Yeah?" Joe prompts, propping his chin on Nicky's thigh and grinning up to him, delighted by the idea. "I'd like that. I like to take my time with it, see how long I can draw it out before you start cursing me," he teases, taking the lube from Nicky and pushing his underwear down so he can mouth at his cock. He would enjoy driving Nicky wild with just his mouth immensely, he thinks. "I might have to shave though, otherwise you'll get beard burn in unmentionable places."

He nods frantically when the words abandon him, the image so overpowering that he thinks he could write whole chapters in his romance novel, though he knows that level of filth is more for personal enjoyment.

The breath he draws is shaky, though, eyes skimming down his body to where Joe is preparing him. "Or you could mark me up," he counters, "and for days, every time I squirm, you would know you did that."

"Uh," Joe says, because the idea is very hot, biting gently into Nicky's thigh in retaliation. "I'll watch you squirm and grumble all day, and show mercy and put some aloe on you in the evening," he concedes, grinning. It's a nice fantasy, but there are more pressing matters at the moment.

Namely, carefully pressing slick fingers inside Nicky while he mouths at his cock, suckling to make Nicky's fingers go tight in his hair and his back arch up again.

Nicky's fairly sure he wouldn't be sitting anywhere, but it's lucky he has a standing desk, then, isn't it? He's about to open his mouth and say that, but Joe robs him of all his words with his mouth and his fingers.

Instead of words, a low groan slips out, desperate and appreciative. "Cazzo," he grunts, and his fingers go into a claw shape, going past hair and scratching scalp, but that's how good it feels. "Next time," he manages, a promise for more (as if that's been in doubt since they stopped hating each other).

"Next time," Joe confirms, seriously. He doesn't doubt there will be a next time anymore, not when Nicolo is so obviously enjoying himself. Not when Joe himself can't imagine his life without Nicky anymore.

He groans when Nicky tugs on his hair harder, feeling the tingle that starts in his scalp go down his spine, adding to his arousal. "That's it, habibi," he encourages, pressing wet kisses along Nicky's cock and crooking his fingers carefully inside him to see if he is ready. "You're so lovely, you're taking it so well," he praises, mindless with arousal but earnest, his other hand stroking across Nicky's chest.

Nicky is still in awe and disbelief that he can have so many next times. He really hadn't been looking for a boyfriend or even a casual arrangement when he'd met Joe, but he's so glad to have been taken off guard as he was.

It's like he'd won the lottery without even buying a ticket. Impossible, mad, and yet, so perfect.

His breath is short, and he's glad Joe is taking his time, but he's also starting to get impatient. "You," he groans, scratching Joe's scalp, "have had me going since you lifted me. I don't want to take it well anymore, I want to take it quickly."

Joe snorts at the words though he does lift his head to look up at Nicky, his eyebrows arcing. "You've had me going since you suggested coming along to the gym in very tight yoga pants to watch me sweat," he points out though he's grinning, amused by this whole fantasy they are acting out.

"Why not both?" he offers, leaning up to give Nicky a kiss as he withdraws carefully. He pulls Nicky to stand up, grabbing a condom as he gestures at his boyfriend. "Up against the wall with you," he orders, playfully.

Maybe he can leave a pair of those pants here at Joe's place so they can fondly remember the day. He groans as Joe leans away, but quickly shuts up when he sees why. Then, he goes and speaks those magic words.

"Yes, Joe," he breathes out reverently, not tripping this time as he gets up, aching and eager and all but slamming his shoulders to the wall to get ready. He's amused, but he does think some warning is needed. "If you break anything doing this, it will be a very awkward hospital trip," he warns.

Joe looks up as he rolls the condom on himself, arching his eyebrows. "I'm not going to break anything," he says, coming closer slow and sure. He boxes Nicky in, putting both his forearms against the wall on either side of Nicky's head, arms straining a little. Joe is not someone who necessarily likes to use his body to intimidate others, but in the context of this fantasy, he's wiling to make an exception.

"You think I can't take your weight, Nicolo?" he inquires, his voice low. He moves closer until they're pressed together, hips to hips and chest to chest. "Do you need me to prove again that I can?"

Nicky's breathing has been hard since they got naked in the bedroom, but there's a hitch in his breath the moment Joe bears in with his forearms. It's not that Joe is that much larger than Nicky, but when he looms like this, it does all kinds of pleasant things to him.

"I think that it would be a very bad end to a good day if we had to go to the hospital," is his low reply, dragging his hips up in a slow rock, sliding his fingers down Joe's back until he can grab at his ass.

Joe's eyes are dark and watchful and he doesn't miss the way Nicky's breathing hitches when he leans in. Nicky hardly seems intimidated however, grabbing Joe's ass in a way that makes him huff and grin, their lips brushing together.

"I'll be careful," he vows, his eyes fluttering shut when Nicky rocks up against him, a shiver going down his spine. "So this good day can have a very good end too." He pushes away from the wall so he can put his hands on Nicky's thighs, holding him tight. "Wrap your legs around me," he requests, nipping on Nicky's ear.

Nicky shifts a little, putting his weight on the balls of his feet before he rocks a little, trying to make sure that what they're about to do isn't going to hurt Joe in any way. He's very careful, but also very eager as he wraps one leg, then the other around his waist, squirming a little to make sure Joe isn't going to crush him.

"I know you can hold me," he says, peering between them, "but will touching myself fall to my responsibility?"

Joe appreciates how careful Nicky is as he slowly lets him take his weight, Joe spreading his feet wider to make sure he gets a good balance. Nicky is a heavy weight to carry for an extended period of time, especially if Joe is going to need to rock up into him again and again, but the fact that he's holding himself up with his thighs helps. So does pressing Nicky back against the wall, which Joe does carefully, making sure it's not uncomfortable for Nicky.

"How's that?" he inquires, squeezing Nicky's thighs where he's holding them, his eyes dark. "Comfortable?" He grins at the question, toothy and bold. "Do you think you'll need to?" he challenges, arching his eyebrows.

That draws a burst of laughter from Nicky, almost caught off guard. He knows Joe is a flirt, knows that he is very confident, but he still somehow manages to catch him completely off-guard in moments like this.

"Aren't you sure of yourself?" Nicky breathes out, but he also thinks that he's probably right, as much as he doesn't want to admit to it. "Yes," he groans, "Fine, I won't need to," he confesses. "I'm sure you'll find some way to avoid the need."

It's lovely to make Nicky laugh like this, when Joe can hear it but also feel it, Nicky's body pressed so tightly against his. He grins back, his eyes dark and delighted. "I mean, I've got you up against the wall, Nicolo. I think I'm allowed to be a little confident about how much you're into me."

He dips his head closer to give Nicky a kiss, starting gentle and quickly growing filthy. "I'll... try my best," he says between breaths, moving one of his hands so he can touch Nicky's ass again, thumbing at where his body is slick and open.