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Sometimes, they fuck for hours. They take their time, make it last. There’s a million touches then and even more kisses, the caresses they share are gentle and carefully teasing, and the words and kisses that pass between their lips are soft and filled with love.
Sometimes, it’s enough to just be inside, to feel each other’s heartbeat and warmth, to hover on the edge for what feels like an eternity.
Sometimes, it’s slow and sweet and so incredibly good it’s almost too much. It’s as if the sheer bliss and pure joy of being with each other borders on pain. They have to close their eyes then, both of them, breathing the same air, lips trembling and cheeks burning, the centuries wrapped around them like both a veil and a shroud.
And then there are those times when their need for each other becomes too much to bear calmly, when this need is threatening to devour them alive, and then it’s bites and curses, bruising fingers and desperate, starving groans.
Like now.
Joe has his trembling fingers between Nicky’s cheeks as soon as Nicky beds down to unlace his boots, hastily coated in lube, parting his crack, and Nicky hisses in pleasure and pain when Joe pushes two fingers inside.
Nicky is breathtakingly tight, and Joe is so hard it hurts, desire on the verge of desperation, and when Nicky has shed his pants and straightens up again, Joe’s arm slides around Nicky’s waist and Joe’s hand finds the same arousal pulsing against his palm and the insides of his sticky fingers.
Nicky leans back, and his hips jerk, fucking his cock into Joe’s loose fist as his head comes to rest on Joe’s shoulder, moth slack with breathless want. His lips search for Joe’s blindly, sloppily, and Joe’s meet them half-way, already bitten raw and swollen, and when they touch, Joe’s cock swells in his pants, trapped between their bodies, and for a second it feels as if this is it.
But then Nicky breaks the kiss and leans forward a bit, his hands braced against the wall, pushes back on Joe’s fingers, and an impatient curse, breathless as the kiss they just shared, falls from his lips.
Joe nods, pressing his forehead between Nicky’s shoulder blades. Stars burst behind Joe’s closed eyelids, and he squeezes them shut even tighter, the hot air from his panted breaths into Nicky’s shirt setting his cheeks on fire. His cock gives a desperate twitch, and it feels as if his brain short-circuits.
There’s nothing else now but this, the need to be inside Nicky, nothing else that matters, nothing else Joe can think about, nothing else that exists.
“Yusuf,” Nicky groans and pushes back again, drawing Joe’s fingers even deeper inside, and that’s everything Joe needs. He nods again and draws a deep, shaky breath. One last moment of calm before the world ends.
He withdraws his fingers from Nicky’s hole and fishes the lube from the pocket of his pants before he undoes them and pulls his cock out. His fingers tremble as he coats himself, and it’s sloppy and messy and not enough, but it’s all he can manage, all they can endure right now.
Nicky adjusts his stance and spreads his legs a little further, and Joe brings the tip of his cock to Nicky’s entrance and pushes in.
There’s no finesse, no tenderness in this – just mutual taking and being taken, and everything Joe is disappears and becomes this, becomes Nicky, becomes them.
Nicky is tense like the string of a bow when Joe enters him, shaking with the effort to hold still, not to push back. He wants to, Joe knows that, but either he’s too wound up to or he wants Joe to have his way even more than he wants to move.
Joe groans once he’s fully buried inside, throwing his head back, his fingers digging into Nicky’s bare hips, Nicky’s body insanely tight around him. It feels like time stands still for a moment, and there’s white noise ringing through Joe’s entire system and an arousal so intense his chest constricts with it and his stomach tightens. He can feel himself swell inside of Nicky’s tight heat, and if the low moan that pearls from Nicky’s mouth is any indication, Nicky can feel that, too.
Nicky’s head drops between his shoulders, and a shiver runs through his body directly into Joe’s.
“Dio,” Nicky moans, and his muscles contract, making it nearly impossible for Joe to remain still.
Nicky doesn’t pray anymore, neither of them does, they haven’t for centuries, but this, this one word sounds, no, feels like a desperate plea as well as like a benediction, and Joe’s stomach lurches with the harsh beauty of it.
This is when Joe knows he’s not going to last, he can already feel his climax building, and Nicky knows it too, of course he does, and he moans again, Joe’s name this time, Yusuf, Yusuf, but it means also please and Nicolò and god and yes and mine.
Joe tries to draw it out at least a little even though he knows he can’t. Once he begins to move there is no turning back, and he knows it, and so does Nicky. It’s too good, too hot, too tight, to much, and he’s sure he can’t take any more of this, not even the tiniest bit, and that’s what he tries to tell Nicky, his blood boiling with white-hot need, but speech fails him.
“Can’t—” he moans as he pushes into Nicky again, fucking into him with rough, desperate thrusts. He wants to say more but he can’t, and Nicky is moaning constantly now, his body shaking in the now rigid grasp of Joe’s hands, a litany made of words from a language that only holds meaning in this room, only here, only now, and only for them.
When Joe starts to come, he stills, and Nicky’s moans turn into pants as Joe empties himself in a climax so intense his legs threaten to give in. Nicky lets him ride it out, his body going almost slack, his panted moans complimenting the slow and messy rolling Joe’s hips take up a moment later in a way that makes Joe’s mind soar.
Joe’s orgasm seems to last forever, and this time it’s not like time standing still but it feels like a rush through the millennia, back to before they both ever existed and forward way beyond their time. Joe’s head is spinning, dizzy with blissful release, even when he’s not really coming anymore. It just feels so good, fucking into Nicky’s pliant, slick body like this, so fucking good, and even when he’s too soft to do that anymore, even then Joe tries to keep up that slow, lazy pace, and even when his cock slips from Nicky’s hole and he lets go of Nicky’s hip, takes himself in hand and tries to fuck back in again but can’t, even then it feels so good that Joe thinks he’s going to come again. And when he opens his eyes and looks down, he sees that he is.
He’s coming again, coming on Nicky’s skin, again, weak spurts onto the perfect canvas, and Joe is sure that this is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
Until Nicky takes a deep, shaky breath and turns around.
Nicky’s cheeks are aflame, they’re burning with desire, and his eyes are dark with arousal. His lips are bitten do a dark red, almost purple, and his cock is fat and hard and very much of the same color.
When Joe drops his gaze, a drop of pre-come has pooled at Nicky’s tip and it falls to the ground as Joe watches, a thin string oozing from Nicky’s cock in its wake.
“Ni—” Joe tries to say, but when he lifts his gaze again and his eyes meet Nicky’s, all coherent thought deserts him once more.
Nicky bows down and grabs hold of the waistband of Joe’s pants, pulls them up and closes the top button. Then he reaches for Joe’s hand and tugs a little, nodding towards the bed.
Joe’s eyes follow Nicky’s, and even though Joe understands what Nicky means and intends, he can’t move. Only when Nicky tugs at his hand again and takes a step towards the bed, gently pulling Joe with him, only then is Joe able to follow him.
Nicky playfully pushes against Joe’s chest when they’ve reached the foot of the bed, and Joe lets himself fall onto the mattress, scoots up until his feet are on the bed, too. He opens his arm, and Nicky slots up next to him, pulling at Joe’s shoulder until Joe rolls onto his side, nudging at Nicky’s legs with his knee. He pushes his left leg between Nicky’s, and his right hand finds its way between Nicky’s cheeks from behind.
Nicky’s leg moves a little on top of Joe’s, his muscles rippling against Joe’s sticky palm, and when Nicky’s hands come up to cup Joe’s face and Nicky’s mouth finds Joe’s in a deep and hungry kiss, Joe moans.
Nicky is impossibly hard between them, Joe can feel that, and Nicky’s entire body seems to be vibrating with pent-up need.
Gently parting Nicky’s cheeks with his middle finger, Joe breaks the kiss and pulls his lower lip between his teeth.
Nicky’s eyes are closed, and his lips are pliant and glistening, slightly open. Nicky’s trying to control his breathing, Joe can tell that from the measured way he draws air and exhales again, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly with the effort.
“Look at me, my life,” Joe murmurs, and Nicky’s eyelids flutter open. Nicky’s cock twitches when their eyes meet, and his eyes go even darker. “Do you want to come now?”
Nicky’s gaze seems glued to Joe’s, and his cock twitches again, and when Joe’s finger nudges against Nicky’s entrance, Nicky gasps. He tries to speak, but no words make it past his lips. He swallows thickly, his mouth still slightly open, and there’s this guttural sound that tells Joe everything he already knows.
“I think you do,” murmurs, his lips curling into a small smile. “Yeah.” He presses his fingertip against Nicky’s entrance once more, and Nicky nods.
“Roll your hips a bit”, Joe whispers, and Nicky bites his lips, stifling a moan. “You’re so close, you’ll be there in a blink. Come on, just… just a little bit.”
His eyes still glued to Joe’s, Nicky nods again, and then he does, once, twice, shallow and with his lips still bitten into a thin white line. The moment before his climax hits, his eyes become bottomless.
A harsh gasp falls from Nicky’s lips before he can bite them again, and he comes.
Joe can feel the pulses and the spurts, and his finger between Nicky’s cheeks reads every contraction, every heartbeat like the lines of an ancient poem.
Nicky’s still coming when his lips meet with Joe’s again, and Joe drinks Nicky’s pleasure from his lips like a man dying of thirst in the vast desert of death. Nicky’s kiss is the source of life, and Nicky’s moans are the ripples of the endless stream that is born from it.
Nicky’s climax seems to last even longer than Joe’s has, and when the waves finally ebb, Nicky’s body goes lax, and he sighs into their kiss, smacking his lips.
“Hmmmmmm,” he hums, and Joe rubs his fingertips over Nicky’s hole in a gentle caress. It’s still slick with Joe’s come, and Joe’s determined to savor this for as long as he possibly can.
“I soiled your clothes,” Nicky mumbles, his eyes closed and his features blissfully relaxed. “We should—”
“Shhhh,” Joe interrupts and places a soft kiss on Nicky’s lips. “In a moment. Just let me hold you for a little while.”
“Okay,” Nicky nods, rolling his hips once more, sliding his softening cock against the wet patch on Joe’s thigh. “This is nice…”
“Yeah,” Joe smiles, brushing his lips over Nicky’s sweaty forehead. “It is.”
~fin~