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“Nicky.” Joe tugs on Nicky’s hair, a little rough, frustrated, “Fuck me.”
Nicky smirks down at him, infuriatingly calm. “I am fucking you, baby. What do you mean?”
He’s not wrong. Joe is splayed out on the bed and split open on Nicky’s cock, Nicky hovering over him on his forearms, looking unbothered, like he’s got all the time in the world.
He’s fucking Joe in the loosest of terms— shallow, teasing thrusts that are getting Joe more and more riled up, but ultimately leaving him unsatisfied.
Joe’s not spoiled in bed exactly, but Nicky never teases him like this. Joe’s used to asking for what he wants and Nicky giving it to him, just how they both like it.
Okay. So maybe he’s spoiled.
Joe arches up to bite Nicky’s chin, then flops back on the bed. “You’re infuriating. Is this because I broke the spaghetti in half the other night to fit it into the pot?”
“Revenge? That doesn’t sound like something I would do, sweetheart.” Nicky says and rolls his hips forward, slides his cock into Joe just a little further, just enough to be a tease. “Maybe I just like you like this. You look pretty like this, you know, squirming on my cock.”
The words only serve to make the heat in his stomach burn hotter. Joe pulls out the trick that always works: a pout and the biggest puppy eyes he can manage. He turns his head to kiss Nicky’s forearm sweetly.
“C’mon. Fuck me like you mean it.” Joe’s voice goes low, needy. “I want you.”
Nicky bites his bottom lip and a flush blooms on his cheeks. He kisses Joe’s pouting bottom lip quickly, like he can’t help himself.
‘Got him,’ Joe thinks smugly.
“No.” Nicky responds.
Joe frowns, indignant. “No?”
“Nope.” The corners of Nicky’s mouth are twitching like he’s trying to hold back a smile. His eyes give him away though: there’s a joyful, challenging twinkle in them. It reminds Joe of that push and pull of when they first met.
Joe can’t help but smile at that look. He tries to school his expression back to ‘wholly unimpressed’, though, feeling like he’s starting to catch on to Nicky’s little game.
“Fine.” Joe bites out decisively.
Then, with quick, even motions he flips them over, using the legs he has wrapped around Nicky’s hips for leverage. Nicky lands back on the pillows with an oof, blinking up at Joe with his big, green-blue eyes.
Joe holds Nicky’s cock steady and sinks back onto it, head bowing and breath trembling as he’s filled again. Nicky feels bigger like this, and Joe can practically feel it in his throat as he slides down steadily.
Once his ass meets Nicky’s hips, he looks down and meets Nicky’s eyes, raising one eyebrow at him as imperiously as he can manage with the way he’s currently fucked open on the man’s cock.
“If you’re not gonna fuck me,” Joe says, “I’ll just do it myself.”
Nicky grins at him, fingers sliding up Joe’s thighs, more than a hint of condescension in his voice when he teases back, “You sure you can handle it, sweetheart?”
“Yeah— unh, fuck,” Joe grinds down, the angle perfect for Nicky’s dick to press against his prostate. He hears Nicky’s breath stutter, as Joe’s eyes flutter closed in pleasure.
Joe tries to get his voice back, already feeling a little undone, hips and thighs aching deliciously, mind going a little fuzzy. “I can handle it.”
Then, he braces himself on Nicky’s chest and fucks himself on Nicky’s cock. Usually when he’s on top like this, he likes to lean back and bounce himself on it, meeting Nicky’s thrusts. But today, feeling self-indulgent and hearing Nicky’s teasing, patronizing voice in his ear, Joe lets himself grind down again and again, losing himself to the heft of Nicky’s dick massaging against that sweet spot so perfectly.
He can’t help but moan with how good it is like this, wrapping a hand around his own dick much sooner than he normally would. He gives himself a stroke, spreading his precome down the length, finding it still too dry. Joe opens his eyes to meet Nicky’s heavy gaze, then licks a wet stripe up his own palm, making a show of it, before stroking himself again, swiping his thumb across the head.
As he does, Nicky makes a breathy, choked noise under him, hips thrusting up just once like he can’t help it.
Joe’s been waiting for him to do it, and smirks down at him.
“Unh-unh,” Joe says, bearing down and pressing Nicky back into the mattress. Nicky looks flushed, hair a mess against the pillows, pupils blown wide. “You didn’t want to fuck me properly then, so you’re just gonna keep still now.”
“Baby—” Nicky grips Joe’s hips harder, like he might roll them over anyway, rail Joe into the mattress like he’d been asking for.
“No.” Joe says breathlessly, pitching forward now to brace himself on the bed, still fucking himself in slow, dirty circles on Nicky’s cock. Joe likes this, having Nicky under him like this, staring up at him, helpless to anything but surrendering to Joe’s whims.
Joe buries his hands into Nicky’s thick hair, tugging at it the way Nicky likes. “You want me to do all the work around here, I will, habibi. I don’t mind. You just lay there and be a good boy for me, yeah?”
Nicky’s hips stutter again, and he sobs a punched-out moan. “Sweetheart.”
Joe grins, feeling devilish. “Oh, you like that, huh? You gonna be a good boy for me, Nicky?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Nicky nods frantically, biting at his own lip again, “whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” Joe dips down to kiss him, hot and slick, “Would you let me use you like my favourite toy? Just watch as I get myself off just like this?”
The words make Joe flush but Nicky’s back arches gratifyingly and he tugs Joe closer by the hips. “Yes, yes, want that,” Nicky moans against Joe’s mouth, babbling, “please, please. I’ll be so good for you. Make it so good for you.”
“You are, you are,” Joe groans, feeling frantic, chasing his own pleasure. He fucks himself harder on Nicky’s cock, using one hand to stroke himself off. “Such a good toy for me, Nicky. Just what I want, habibi.”
Nicky moans again at the words, and that’s all it takes for Joe to come. It’s overwhelming, indulgent, the force of it making Joe’s ears ring, his toes curl. When Joe recovers, Nicky is still hard inside of him, eyes darting over Joe’s face, drinking him in with a greedy, dark-eyed gaze.
Joe keeps his eyes locked to Nicky’s and rocks back, sparks of oversensitivity shooting up his spine, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure.
Nicky’s breath punches out of him, his fingers digging bruises into Joe’s hips. “Oh, ah, baby,—”
“What is it?” Joe asks, breathless, leaning down to press kisses along Nicky’s jaw, unable to resist. “You want to come? That it, Nicky?”
Nicky turns his head catch Joe’s lips, “Please, wanna come, need it—”
Joe clenches down, those delicious points of pain sparking again. He leans into Nicky’s ear, “You’ve been so good for me. Come for me, habibi.” Then he bites down, high up on Nicky’s throat.
Nicky comes, moaning and crying through it like it’s being wrung out of him.
Joe looks down at him, pleased with how wrecked Nicky looks, a mark blooming on his neck, hair a mess, lips swollen.
“So,” Joe asks, smug. “I ‘handle it’ okay?”
Nicky’s chest heaves like he’s run a marathon. Even so, he gives Joe a playful smile and shrugs, “It was alright.”
Joe groans, “Oh, you are such a—”
Nicky grins and pulls him down for a kiss, and the rest of Joe’s sentence is lost to the bubbly, sweet comfort of it.