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Nicky knew what Joe liked to see.
He knew that Joe loved the arched line of his back as he railed him from behind, hard and deep. He knew how Joe loved to watch Nicky when he was down on his knees, mouth open and filled with Joe’s cock, fucking at his leisure. He knew that Joe loved to see Nicky’s thighs splayed open, head thrown back, body illuminated by the sunlight as he fucked himself open on his fingers for Joe’s gaze, trying to hold his stare but always failing, because Joe would draw him in like this, telling him what to do and how to position himself so that Nicky’s lines and curves were completely on display.
Nicky knew that Joe loved to see him wearing his clothes.
That’s why Nicky was currently lying on his stomach, naked except for Joe’s favorite leather jacket draped coyly over the swell of his ass, his chin positioned on his hands as he read a book, waiting for Joe to arrive from a two-week mission in France with Booker.
The two of them had hardly been voluntarily apart throughout the centuries together, and even the brief period of fifteen days; an insignificant amount of time even for mortals, was an insurmountable weight over them. Nicky felt like a spinning top that was close to falling; all of his actions felt wrong; his movements, unbalanced; his being, incomplete. And so, in the few instances that they were apart, Nicky would smell Joe’s clothes, wear them and sleep on them. In that way, he could feel enveloped by Joe’s scent, his endless warmth seeping through and steadying Nicky, the phantom of his arms around him.
Sometimes, he just liked to feel owned by Joe. For, as much as Nicky liked to tease Joe about his interest in seeing Nicky wearing his clothes, they both knew he needed it just as much.
Nicky felt Joe’s presence before he even heard the car pulling up. Nicky bit his lip and made sure to check that Joe’s jacket was still draped enticingly over his ass, and then he parted his thighs invitingly, biting his lip in anticipation. Nicky also rearranged the lamplight by the side of their bed so that it kissed his skin with gold.
Nicky heard Joe call from downstairs and held his breath, his whole body itching to run, touch, and rub himself all over Joe. But he waited; he needed to see his man’s reaction.
Joe’s sharp intake of breath as he opened their bedroom was all the answer Nicky needed.
Nicky looked over his shoulder at Joe, parting his lips a little and looking his husband up and down. Joe was wearing a maroon button-up shirt and slacks and Santa Maria Madre de Dio, Nicky wanted to climb him. Nicky, once again, felt incredibly blessed to have such a perfect, handsome man as his soulmate.
Instead, Nicky chose to bite his lower lip and said in a sultry voice, “I missed you, my love.”
Joe groaned deep in his throat and walked into the room towards his prize, a predatory glint in his eye. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” Joe said and climbed up the bed, kissing his way up Nicky’s ankles, to his calves and thighs, until he reached Nicky’s backside. Nicky let out a lewd moan as he felt Joe’s coarse beard rubbing and scratching his ass. Joe smelled of sandalwood and gunpowder and Nicky wanted more than anything to be possessed by him; to be covered in Joe’s scent; to be made whole under his fingertips and to feel like he belonged in his own skin again because now, the other half of his heart had returned. Joe was here and he was taking Nicky’s face in his hands and pouring so much love and longing into their kiss, telling Nicky everything he needed to know and knew, but that he did not need to hear.
I’m okay. I’m here with you, and I’ll never leave. I will always find my way back through the darkness because I have the moon by my side.
Joe’s tongue mapped every inch of Nicky’s mouth, fingers caressing Nicky’s jawline, hand gripping Nicky’s hip with a strong hand. “I ached for you every night. I felt so empty without the warmth of your arms around me,” Nicky said once they broke apart, head falling onto Joe’s shoulder as Joe kissed and sucked at his neck. “I felt so empty without you between my legs, filling the space inside my body carved out just for you.’
Nicky said all this without thinking, words flowing out of his mouth in whimpers. Joe, on the other hand, was eerily quiet, and Nicky knew that meant he was too aroused to speak.
Joe’s hand slid to the back of Nicky’s neck, while the other squeezed Nicky’s ass. Nicky moaned and bit Joe’s lower lip before slowly sliding his tongue over it.
Joe pushed Nicky down to the bed, a hand to the back of his neck, so that his face and torso were planted on the mattress. Joe lifted the jacket Nicky was wearing and rubbed circles over the small of his back and waist, making Nicky shiver and become completely pliant, completely Joe’s.
Joe’s hands couldn’t stop touching Nicky’s body, his mouth magnetically drawn to Nicky’s skin. Joe kneaded Nicky’s ass, spread him open and licked Nicky’s rim with long, lengthy strokes, hands grabbing each asscheek possessively. Nicky muffled his moans into the pillow as he spread his legs wider and fucked himself on Joe’s tongue, Joe’s hunger for him and the beauty they found in each other making him feel alive. Joe lavished Nicky’s hole with attention, his beard scratching Nicky’s inner thighs and ass, leaving red patches along the way as Nicky threw his head back and moved his hips, Joe’s hands slipping with the sweat beading on the skin of his ass.
Joe spat on Nicky’s hole and breached him with one finger as he leaned over Nicky’s body and growled in his ear, “I need you, my heart. I need to have you. My love, my heart, my hope.” Their lips met once again, and Nicky loved this so much. He loved it when Joe was filled with so much desire, he could barely articulate himself; his eloquent words would turn to firm touches meant to sooth, and harsh grips meant to set Nicky’s body on fire. Handling Nicky like he was fine art.
“Here.”
Nicky tossed the bottle of lube that was in the jacket’s pocket to Joe. He laughed and licked the spot behind Nicky’s ear, making him whimper.
“Always prepared, hum?” Joe teased.
“Not really, preparing me is your job,” Nicky teased back.
Joe was everywhere, all at once. He was beneath Nicky’s skin, deep inside him, enveloping him. Joe had taken off his pants and his shirt was open in the middle, his well-defined chest exposed. Joe’s hand gripped Nicky’s hip as he took him from behind, the other fisted in the leather jacket, using it as leverage to fuck him, rolling his hips on each thrust and making Nicky’s eyes roll back in his head.
“Who do you belong to?” Joe pulled Nicky up and was now plastered to his back, long arms enveloping Nicky’s waist, stretching him on his cock, filling him over and over again, turning Nicky into an incoherent mess. Joe snapped his hips harder and faster into Nicky and asked the question again in a breathless, deep voice.
“You, Yusuf. Always you, only you, forever you, baby.” Nicky slipped into Arabic and one of Joe’s hand stroke Nicky’s cock in time with his thrusts, Joe’s cock hitting Nicky’s prostate every single time, wringing high, open-mouthed moans from Nicky.
“Always?” There was a pleading tone in Joe’s voice that wasn’t there before, and Nicky wrapped his hand around the one Joe had on his own cock, repeating ‘always’ again and again. Because it was simply the truth.
“Do I feel good, Joe?” Nicky whimpered, and Joe answered by hitting the swell of Nicky’s ass with his hips on every thrust, grinding impossibly deeper into Nicky. Normally, Joe was the poet, using his words to care, to heal, to enchant, to bring life into things, to make others smile. In bed though, he showed how much he loved Nicky by the press of his lips on his neck. By licking his nipples and fingering Nicky open, by making Nicky come and wail on his cock. Whereas Nicky was the opposite - a man of few words out of bed, but in it, he cried and begged for Joe, craving to be heard, to let Joe know how well he was fucking him, how amazing he made Nicky feel. Nicky craved to hear that he was being good; Joe felt that Nicky’s body had been made for him, as so did Nicky.
“Fuck yourself on my cock, baby, c’mon, do it.” Joe stilled his hips and Nicky moved his faster, undulating his hips in the way Nicky knew Joe liked to see, working his ass down onto Joe’s cock and calling out for him.
Joe shoved Nicky down on all fours, pulled off the jacket, and threw it on the floor.
Nicky could already imagine Joe complaining about his favorite jacket being on the floor tomorrow, forgetting that he had done it himself, but right now, all that mattered was the way Joe’s cock battered his hole, how he was touching Nicky’s back and grazing his nipples with his fingertips.
His mind, his heart, his ass, they were all full of Joe. It was almost magical how foreign his body could feel to himself when it went too long without Joe’s touch, compared to how he felt now, like he was himself again with Joe here.
They came together, Nicky first, and Joe following soon after, moaning into Nicky’s ear.
“Hey,” Joe said with a lazy, handsome grin when Nicky turned onto his back and looked up at him.
“Hey,” Nicky said back, just as lazy and loopy.
Nicky caressed Joe’s hair and face and bumped their foreheads together. They breathed each other's breath for some time, Joe between Nicky’s spread legs, bodies perfectly aligned.
They basked in the afterglow for a while, and Nicky was starting to drift off to sleep when Joe hiked Nicky’s legs up over his shoulders, and lined himself again with Nicky’s slick, well-used entrance.
“Oh no, I’m not done with you yet, my heart.” Joe grinned and pushed inside, making Nicky arch off the bed, letting out a loud moan and dragging Joe down for a kiss where, again and again, they lost themselves in each other.