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You're offering me a deal with no downsides, my love.

[ Nicky's laughter makes him smile every single time. He draws back so he can see the happiness for himself.

He's beautiful. Joe can't breathe for a second with the swell of emotions in his chest. The love he feels for him really has no words. ]

[ Nicky can't help his flush, loving the way Joe is staring at him, even if he still can't believe that he looks at him with such adoration. ]

What? [ He asks, with a huff of laughter, not sure what it is he's done to cause such a reaction from Joe. If anything, he should be the one stunned to speechlessness, and he doubts he's got this reaction just because he's guaranteed he'd bake one of Joe's favourite cakes. ]

I haven't heard you laugh like that in awhile. It's a beautiful sound. Makes my heart shiver with pleasure and happiness.

[ It's really the first sign he's seen of his Nicky, the playful, sweet, and gentle man who he loves more than reason. It's hope that the shadows that haunt them will be lifted. ]

[ With Joe above him like this, he grabs at his waist, pushing his fingers beneath the fabric of his shirt. It has been a while since his laughter hasn't been shadowed by the terrible situation they're facing, but Joe always makes him laugh and smile like this.

With the prospect of a break on the horizon, it's even easier to laugh. ]

I could make other parts of you shiver with happiness, I think.

[ He slides his hand towards the hem of Joe's pants, giving a sharp tug so he can yank him in. Nicky's definitely still in A Mood, but this one is a little different than earlier (though not by much, with his adrenaline still pounding). ]

We'll have to be quiet, with Andy and Nile so close.

[ There he is. There's his Nicolo, seducing him with just a few touches under his shirt and a few forceful pulls. So much strength and passion. Joe is helpless under the force of it. ]

Mmm, I think I can manage that.

[ Joe drops onto his forearms on top of Nicky so they're pressed tightly together. This time when he mouths at his neck there's teeth and force behind it. A hickey could never last but Joe leaves one anyway. ]

But you, my love? Slow and quiet with the mood you're in? I don't think so.

[ It's fun to taunt the bull. ]

[ Nicky keeps tugging, seeing as he's no longer that priest with a parish (they'd all be horrified and shocked if they knew what Father Nicolo was doing now). With Joe this close, he grabs at his chin to hold him tightly, pulling him in for a fierce kiss.

At the jibe, his eyes flash with the challenge, growling low in his throat as he locks his knees and spins them to pin Joe to the bed, sliding down his body to pull Joe's pants down. ]

My mouth will be busy. It's your noises you should worry about.

[ Yes, there it is. The strength of Nicky's passion is overwhelming in the best way. Joe lets himself get thrown onto his back moving with the momentum instead of against it.

Another night, maybe, he'll fight for control. Not tonight when Nicky so clearly needs to get it out of his system. ]

Oh, my only weakness. Your mouth. [ He helpfully lifts his hips to make it easier for Nicky to undress him. ] I guess I'll be apologizing to Nile for the noise tomorrow.

[ Every time Joe's hips move or any part of him seems like he's going to come off the bed, Nicky pins him down again, a blazing light in his eye that dares him to do it again, because the next time will get him held down harder. He sneaks his pants down a little slower, though, wanting to tease and tempt. ]

My mouth is your only weakness? I'll make you take that back.

[ It's a warning made with the warm stroke of his hands as he tenderly slides them up Joe's torso, grinning as he wiggles the pants off in their descent, but no sooner does he get them off does he swallow Joe's cock as deep as he can, sucking hard to make it clear what kind of mood he's in. ]

[ How can he not answer that challenge and return the passion with equal force? Joe tests Nicky's strength each time he's pinned, pushing back, almost bucking under his force. ]

You are my weakness. My love. [ He reaches down and tangles his fingers in Nicky's hair. He needs an anchor as Nicky goes down on him. His body goes from flirtatious and fun to incredibly turned on in a second flat.

Joe bites his lower lip to muffle his shout of surprised pleasure. Oh, he asked for this and is in no way actually ready. He's hard in seconds under such intense attention. Nicky's mouth is wicked and wonderful. ]

[ Nicky loves the sensation of Joe's fingers in his hair, but it doesn't distract him from what he's doing. His blood has been thumping since he fought those assholes, and the second he's got Joe pinned, he's back at it, furious to keep him down so that he can give him pleasure.

That Joe gets hard under the ministrations of his tongue and lips so quickly is a testament to his skill, considering how many times he's done this.

And every time Joe even thinks of moving, Nicky's hands are there to push him back, reminding him who is in control right now. ]

[ The praise for his skills falls from Joe's lips in soft, fervent murmurs of Italian. Nicky knows exactly how to undo him and it's a beautiful sensation.

He does try, though, to lift his hips and send himself deeper. His love is very forceful about not letting him. It's the perfect blend of pleasure and frustration.

He would beg for mercy but he knows it's pointless. He is Nicky's, utterly, right now. ]

[ Nicky's breaths are deep from his nose, relaxing his jaw to take Joe a little deeper as he starts to relax his hold on him. This isn't a fight, even though Nicky has distinct memories of vicious blowjobs in the early days when he would have done anything to shut Yusuf up.

It turned out, it worked.

Now, though, there is a tenderness and a gentle care, even though Nicky's pace is merciless, an onslaught to bring Joe off, eager to make him cry out. ]

[ They were like animals those first few times together, almost as vicious as their fights. The raw need is the same though. He cannot live without this man and cannot stay sane under his attentions. ]

Nicolo! [ Oh, whoever has the room next to theirs better be asleep or they would hear that. Joe's voice helpless and full of pleasure.

His fingers tighten in Nicky's hair as he gets closer as a silent warning in case his love has other plans. ]

[ Nicky moves his hands to a new spot, now grabbing at Joe's ass to get a handful and control how deep he is in Nicky's mouth, able to fuck his own mouth with Joe's cock and still, he's in control. It's already lasted longer than the fight, which is helpful, and when Joe's hands tighten in his hair, he lets his jaw go slack.

Easing to the tip, he soothes his tongue's ministrations, popping off wetly, almost as if he doesn't know how much he's teasing. ]

Where on me do you want to make a mess?

[ It's a hoarse whisper, but his eyes are bright and brilliant as he asks. ]

You devil.

[ He looks like sin so confident and powerful down there. Joe can barely stand to look at him because it makes him want so much. ]

Stay just like that. Let me paint your face.

[ He's a possessive lover sometimes even though there's no reason to worry. Nicky is his and no one could ever change that. But he still likes to mark him as his. ]

My artist.

[ He laughs, his accent even heavier given that he's not bothering to focus on his English when his mouth is busy doing other things. He's achingly hard himself, but he'd already been on the cusp when he'd been beating up those assholes who slung names at them.

Staying there, right at the head of Joe's cock, he ducks down for a teasing little kiss, mouth open as he works his tongue around the underside, his fingers working his balls, gently stroking and the lightest nudge, attempts to push him over the edge. ]

[ It really doesn't take much more. Joe is fully under Nicky's spell, lost in his beauty and sensuality.

Oh, he will return it tenfold once Nicky lets him go but right now, he is putty in his hands.

Joe bites his own hand to muffle his shout as he comes. His eyes flutter, fighting the urge to close so he can watch the mess he makes of Nicky's face. ]

[ It's a miracle Joe locked the door when he did, because if Andy or Nile walked in, Nicky thinks he might die of embarrassment. Well, maybe only if it's Nile. The ship has sailed on Andy at this point. Nicky doesn't bother to swallow anything beyond the drops on his tongue, a complete mess with it over his face and even in his hair.

But then, he did make Joe a promise, and as he wipes it away from his eye with his thumb, he bears in and lets go of him so he can kiss Joe and give him a taste of himself. ]

You had better be ready to clean me up.

[ He would really like a moment to catch his breath but there's a Nicky to kiss and Joe cannot say no to that. ]

When am I not? [ He starts with gentle kisses along Nicky's mouth and works his way around his face. This is not the first time he's tasted himself on Nicky's skin and it won't be the last. ]

[ Nicky's panting, too, but his is for different reasons, seeing as he's still very pent up and desperate for relief. He closes his eyes as he lets Joe kiss him clean, letting a pleased noise tumble off his lips, grateful that he's got this. ]

You are, as always, a generous and loving partner.

[ And Nicky's feeling calmer, if still completely pent-up, desperate enough that he drags his hips along Joe's side for some relief. ]

I love you and your body is meant to be worshiped.

[ Joe reaches down, cups Nicky in his palm and rubs slowly. He is indeed pent up. ]

Now, how would you like to be worshiped, my love? You could have my mouth. My hand. Rut against my hip. Anything you desire, it's yours.

[ He is generous to a fault sometimes. When he's in the right mood, Joe will pounce on him but he's much more accommodating tonight. ]

[ Nicky hums softly and reaches down to give Joe's knees a little nudge apart, because he might not want to bother with the lube, but he wouldn't mind using the insides of Joe's thighs to help get himself off. The friction might even feel good, having it a little rougher than usual (until it heals).

And that touch, praise all the saints, that touch is beyond perfection. ]

I want this. You, your legs. Will you let me have it?

Yes, of course.

[ He moves at Nicky's little nudge, understanding what he wants without needing words. ]

Whatever you want means whatever you want.

[ Joe wants to keep touching because he does love Nicky's cock a lot but he gives his lover control back. It seems to be what Nicky needs tonight. ]

[ Nicky grabs at Joe's shoulder to give himself some leverage for what he intends to do. He's achingly hard, having been fighting all night at something that would give him relief, only to have the fight not be enough, but kisses and Joe's come on his face had tipped him over the edge. ]

Grazie, amore, I'll be more romantic next time.

[ He has to be, because grunting as he starts to fuck himself between Joe's thighs isn't exactly making it into any articles about how to romance your partner. ]

More romantic. As if seeing you so needy for me isn't romantic.

[ It's music to Joe's ears. Nicky caught up in passion is a thing of beauty. He loves sharing his body with him like this. It's not rose petals tossed across the bed and gentle love making but it is still them.

He flexes the muscles in his thighs to give his love a little extra pleasure because he's very bad at being passive and has to give something. It's in his nature. ]