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Nicky is trying to divide his time, so he can conquer both sucking Joe off and taking advantage of getting to look at him the whole time, because it's the result of his very hard work.

Joe's muscles may have received a workout before, but now it's Nicky's jaw's turn, but he's delighted to give it the chance, working on sucking Joe down deep to bring him off, wanting more than anything to swallow when Joe comes.

"You're so good at this, Nico," Joe praises, his fingers slipping into Nicky's hair. He doesn't try to direct him, just holding on to feel his head move. "You feel incredible."

Joe has to let his eyes shut then, not trying to hide what this does to him because he knows Nicky is watching. He won't last long, not when he's already so keyed up from fucking Nicky up against the wall, and comes with a groan, his back arching and his fingers going tight in Nicky's hair.

This is why he knows that things aren't too quick between them. If it were too quick, would he feel that things are so easy? Would he feel so right? He doesn't think so, and that's what drives him onwards, spurred by the vicious satisfaction of knowing that no matter what his friends think or say, they're wrong.

They're wrong, when this feels so good. They're wrong when he can drag his tongue over Joe's cock, sucking him down with ease, and they're so wrong, because when he eases back to smile, dazed, at Joe, he knows that it's not just that he likes this man.

He thinks he very much loves him. "You taste better."

Joe curses in Arabic, his whole body tingling with pleasure. He jerks when Nicky sucks just a little too long, his hips shifting on the bed even as he chuckles. The words make him smile, softly despite what Nicky is saying, and he opens his eyes to urge Nicolo back up so he can kiss him.

It's a gentle kiss, even with the undeniably filthy thrill of tasting himself on Nicky's tongue, and Joe holds him close, his hands stroking over his shoulders to wrap around his back. He rolls to embrace Nicky more fully and has to groan a little, his thighs tired and sore. "Some workout, that was," he whispers, smiling to Nicky tenderly.

Nicky draws back from Joe to drift into the kiss, feeling like he's magnetized and drawn to him with nowhere else to be or go. He grips Joe by the hips to hold onto him, digging his fingers in with a possessive bent to make sure he gets to hold him as long as he can.

"A very good date," he praises, still dazed and mouth a bit swollen. "If only my friends had seen that, maybe it would have erased some doubts. Or turned them on," he quips.

Joe doesn't mind the tight grip on his hips, the way Nicolo stays close, their bodies pressed together. He doesn't want to be anywhere else either, his fingers splaying on Nicolo's back, stroking up his spine gently.

"Such a good date," he agrees, grinning. He tilts his head to the side at what Nicky adds, watching him carefully. "It really bothered you, didn't it?" He cups Nicky's cheek, his thumb stroking over his cheekbone. "What they said about us."

"You're the thing I've felt the more sure about in a very long time," Nicky says, which is saying a lot because he doesn't often feel that comfortable, that quickly, about the people in his life. "To have them question it, especially when I feel so much about you, it made me worry."

Is he going too quickly? Is he blind to something he can't see?

"Even now, I worry maybe I'm just so charmed by you that I'm missing some flag. You cannot be this perfect, after all."

"I'm not perfect, Nico," Joe protests, even though he's smiling small and soft at Nicky saying he feels so much about him. "I think you know me quite well, now. I'm lazy in the morning, overly sentimental, not great at compromising. I am vain about my body, I go to the gym too often not to be. I get way too invested in my projects, and drop everything else." He smiles, stroking his fingers through Nicky's hair. "I pick fights with strangers online, and never let it go because I need to have the last word."

He leans in, giving Nicky another kiss. "But I'm not hiding a fatal flaw from you. I'm serious about this relationship, Nicky. I want to do it right."

True, he does pick fights with strangers online, but how can that be a flaw when it led them to one another? That's what Nicky things, privately, and it's something he's going to be hard-pressed to forget. That fatal flaw has become one of Nicky's favourite things about him, though if he does it with other people, it will go back to being a very dangerous flaw.

Nicky drifts into the kiss, cupping Joe's cheek with his palm. "I do too," he confesses, voice low. "Maybe it's a sign of how deeply I feel for you, that all the things you listed are things that charm me."

Joe will probably keep picking fights with strangers saying dumb or hateful things online, but he most certainly won't arrange to meet them when he is with Nicky.

"Let's keep it that way," Joe teases, grinning happily. "I find you very charming too. Flaws and all." He waggles his eyebrows, hoping Nicky asks about the flaws so he can give a long and exaggerated list of them.

Nicky knows he has a list of them as well, and he'd be happy to list them all for Joe to judge, but he's too sleepy and worn and sated to do that right now. Instead, he tightens his hold on Joe, wrapping his arms snugly around his waist as he burrows in.

"Then let's be charming together and fall asleep," he suggests. "We both could use the rest."

Joe will let Nicky get away with that because he's very warm and very content too, and not at all inclined to start an argument. He strokes his fingers through Nicky's hair, humming in agreement. "We can talk about our many flaws tomorrow." He stifles a yawn, kissing Nicky's bare shoulder.

"And you should tell me about your book, too. I need inspiration for the cover," he adds, closing his eyes and settling against Nicky.

Nicky's smile is sweet and soft and genuine, because of course Joe knows exactly what to talk to him about. "Maybe if you ask nicely enough, I'll even let you sneak a peek at some of the first draft," he promises, tangling his fingers in Joe's hair to hold onto, like a security blanket.

"Buona notte, bello," he murmurs, with a last kiss to Joe's neck, breathing out in relief as he knows he'll be safe.

"I'll ask very nicely," Joe agrees, smiling back. "You know me, I'm a nice man." He hums when Nicky's fingers slip through his hair, pleased. "I'm mostly interested in reading the spicy parts though, I must say," he teases, sleepily.

"Buona notte," he returns, gently stroking up and down Nicky's spine as he settles to sleep, warm and content.