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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.

Nicky angles his hips forward just enough that Joe should feel how into him he is, to sate all that confidence. His breathing is shifting, from the breathless laughs to something deeper, closing his eyes as Joe starts to move his hand.

He shifts, again, just enough to try and coax him onwards, wanting more of it. "That's a very good start," he shares, his voice low and rough.

Oh, Joe can feel it. It makes him grin and press warm kisses along Nicky's neck and shoulder, slipping one finger inside of him to check that he's still ready for it. "You've seen nothing yet," he teases, and withdraws to guide himself instead.

It takes a little adjusting to find a good angle, Joe's chest and abs flexing against Nicky as he moves. Then he just has to shift back, his hands still on Nicky's thighs but not supporting him as much, and let gravity slowly pull Nicky down onto his cock.

The warmth of those kisses is nearly as good as Joe's strength and hold on him, and maybe even as good as his cock in him. He breathes in with a shaky catch, laughing as Nicky moves his hands over Joe's impressive shoulders, thumbs brushing in circles before digging in to hold on.

"Joe," he gasps, when Joe doesn't even do much at all. It just happens, but his vision still goes a little fuzzy, before Nicky comes back to himself and realizes what he did. "Again," he coaxes, wondering if he can replicate it.

"Yeah," Joe says, his voice tight with pleasure. It feels incredible to be inside Nicky, just as incredible as it felt the first time. He groans at the request, sucking a small mark on Nicky's shoulder. "That's the plan."

Joe rocks up, his muscles tensing under Nicky's fingers, lifting him higher. It presses him deeper inside Nicky and it feels so good he has to hiss, his eyebrows furrowing. He hums and keeps Nicky up as he moves away, withdrawing before he lets Nicky slide back down onto his cock. And then again, because he can't quite help himself.

He breathes in deeply, lets it fill his chest, and then he rests his chin on Joe's shoulder as he tips his head just enough to rest his cheek against Joe's shoulder, the bristles of his beginning stubble rubbing up against skin and muscle.

"Such a strong man," he praises, tipping his head again to murmur the words, low and sensual in Joe's ear. "Look at you," he says. "No one else has done this for me. No one could!"

Joe moans softly at the words, turning his head to catch Nicky's lips in a heated kiss. He's beginning to sweat already, his muscles straining with the effort of holding Nicky up and rocking inside him. He likes it too much to mind though, likes how it feels and how much Nicky is enjoying having his fantasy fulfilled.

"Nico," he whispers into the kiss, making the name sound very much like I love you, even as he quickens his pace and tries to find the angle that will make Nicky groan.

The sweat and the strain is very hot, honestly. Nicky could watch this all day (and maybe that's the next suggestion he makes, if Joe is willing to bring a camera into the bedroom).

He parts his lips, kissing Joe back, desperate and sloppy because he's not focused on technique so much as the feeling of having Joe like this, all to himself, and working him like a weight in the gym. "Joe," he breathes out fondly, kissing his shoulder as he buries one hand in his hair to grip, hard. "You are...bliss," he exhales, because that's the only word to describe it.

Joe would not be against that. They've already agreed to try polaroids and he would be comfortable with doing more, provided it stays between them.

Nicky's fingers in his hair are tight enough to sting and it makes Joe hiss, a shiver going down his spine. He nips on Nicky's shoulder in return, pushing up harder on the next thrust, his abs burning with the effort of holding Nicky up. "Yeah?" he returns, his voice low against Nicky's ear. "You're having a good time, tesoro?"

"Five stars," he replies cheerfully, his fingers burying deeply into Joe's shoulders to grip as tightly as he can, knowing that he's about to find out if Joe really can make him come without a hand in between them to help him along.

He shifts, moving that hand to Joe's face, the other still buried in his hair. Gripping hard, he follows up that praise with a deep kiss, wanting to make sure that Joe's having plenty of fun, too.

"Is this..." Joe can't help but laugh, a low, rumbling sound he muffles against Nicky's neck. "Is this you leaving me a yelp review?" he asks, trying to sound indignant though is voice is too hoarse with pleasure for him to nail it.

He leans into the touch of Nicky's hand, his eyes fluttering shut as Nicky grips harder on his hair. He kisses back at once, opening up eagerly as he snaps his hips against Nicky's, harder now, chasing his own pleasure.

"Satisfactory service," Nicky continues, because he's very pleased with his servicing and he thinks Joe deserves to know about that. "Very attuned to his customer," he groans, the words starting to get harder to pick and think about, as Joe keeps fucking him.

He kisses him again, to make up for not having a third thing just yet, and then kisses him again just because he likes it so much.

"Would definitely return," he finishes, voice low as he sinks down on Joe, so close.