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[ 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. ]

It's not the word I would think of.

[ He's not very coherent right now, either, the words under his breath as he grabs at Joe's hair to haul him up for a frantic kiss, biting at his lip, only as vicious as he feels safe being, not wanting to hurt Joe at all.

He might be desperate, but not enough to do that. ]

Joe. Please.

[ It's not going to take much more, and within minutes, the friction and a helping hand from his own right hand tips him over the edge, making a mess of Joe's thighs the way his face is still sticky. And their team definitely knows what they just got up to, from the sound. ]

[ He surges into the kiss giving as good as he got, giving Nicky every ounce of love and lust he feels.

The way Nicky says his name and the little please that follows makes him shudder with pleasure. ]

I have you, love.

[ Joe runs his palms over Nicky's chest and toys with his nipples until he feels his body shudder. Then he wraps his arms around him and pulls him down to the bed to cuddle. ]

We will need a shower. [ The team will definitely know what they were up to. ]

[ The kiss is everything Nicky needs. He soaks it up like it's a force of energy, desperate to let it soothe his aches and frustrations, his fears and worries. For the most part, it does.

He suspects the shower later is going to help soothe the rest. ]

I think maybe I taste less like wine now and more like something else. [ He sags, though, a sigh on his lips, and he's so relieved to be feeling quiet in his head. It won't last, but it's good enough for now. He settles his hands on top of Joe's, holding onto him as he burrows in. ]

I can start the water, but it would mean leaving your touch.

Only a little. [ He nuzzles Nicky's cheek, glad to see the tension gone from around his eyes. Nicky's big heart worried too much sometimes but Joe's the same. ]

I do hate the idea of getting out of bed right now. [ They'll cuddle in the shower too but this is really nice right now. ] Maybe in a minute we'll get up together.

[ Until then he's going to gently stroke Nicky's back and simply be with the man he loves. It's his favorite. ]

[ Nicky lets out a huff of laughter, because it's very hopeful to think that they'll get up again after they've been cuddling like this. ] Maybe. [ He echoes that word, curling even tighter with Joe into his warmth, making a small noise of pleasure for how good it feels.

His eyes are already fluttering, though he knows if he falls asleep like this, he will pay for it. ]

I think we should bring up the vacation at breakfast.

We can do that. [ Everyone will be understanding, Joe imagines. Andy's never held them back before. He nuzzles his temple gently. ] How long do you want to go?

[ Joe would like a month. That should give them time to be idiots in love and work through the complicated emotions left from being tortured by medical science and betrayed by a close friend. ]

[ He doesn't want to go for too short that it doesn't feel like enough, but also too long and he might be tempted not to come back. ] Four to eight weeks? [ No more than two months, or he'll be tempted to just run away with Joe and not return for a half century. ]

[ It's happened before.

He absently strokes the back of Joe's hair, fingers twining with the curls, thinking about how nice it could be. ] Maybe we could lay some groundwork to return in a decade or so.

Hm, about what I was thinking. [ Two months would be a lot since they should still help train Nile. ] No one should be against that.

[ He makes a happy sound as Nicky plays with his hair. There's a sensation he loves. ] Next you're going to tell me we should just buy a house.

[ Owning property when you're immortal is so tricky. It gives Joe a headache. ]

No buying houses, but establishing identities, scoping out what we can rent.

[ It would be very nice if they could start making a place for themselves and their new identities. Yes, owning something is good, too, but then you have to pass it to your own kin, who is you, and that gets messy.

He keeps twining his fingers in his hair, tugging him in for a kiss. ]Maybe I should fetch coffee in the morning to soften Andy's mind?

I bet our new friend could make us identities.

[ That would normally be Booker's job but... they'll have to trust Copley instead which Joe isn't sold on either. They can find the property and Copley can make them the identities to rent it. ]

Mm, make her favorite breakfast too. [ He leans into the kiss, gently sliding his tongue along his lips. ] She can't say no then.