(I hope you guys didn’t come for world building cause Everything I know about cult stuff is from fictionalized media. this is purely manipulative Joe and sex. Splitting this in two cause I gotta be up in 5 hours but this grabbed me by the loins and wouldn’t let go and I wanted to post it to lessen the chances of it sitting in my doc as a WIP forever) ——
He was going through the texts when the old hinges creaked and the door opened slowly.
Joe looked up and smiled at seeing his guest and returned the worn book to the shelf in order to give his full attention.
“Nicolò, thank you for coming” He says with a wide grin and took a few steps towards the other.
He looked nervous. His sea-green eyes were avoiding direct contact and instead stared at the floor and his shoulders slumped as if trying to make himself smaller to Joe’s presence.
He did that often. Tuck his body in as if it would make him small enough to hide between the spaces, and he never looked at him directly. Nicolò was scared of him. Joe shouldn’t find it as attractive as he did, but he did.
The man’s soft eyes and full lips and youthful face had garnered his attention and every time Nicolò tried to shrink in his presence it only made his want of him grow.
“Have I done something wrong?” Nicolò spoke cautiously to the floor and Joe would much rather have those beautiful eyes on him than the hardwood.
“Of course not Nicolò” he answers and takes the other’s chin between his fingers to tilt his head up so that they were looking at each other, “what would make you think so?” Joe asks genuinely curious as he maps the younger man’s sharp features into memories. He’s never actually been this close to him before and the other man was even more beautiful than he’d presume - a work of art made flesh.
His fingers linger on the other’s jaw much longer than appropriate and he would care more if he wasn’t well passed that. His entire reasoning for asking the younger man to come and see him was far from appropriate and there was no point in pretending otherwise.
His thumb follows the soft dimple at his chin before forcing himself to release so as to not scare the other further. He needed to calm him down if he had any chances of getting what he wanted.
“You asked me to meet you alone,” Nicolò answered apprehensively and Joe could see the way his face worked trying to make sense of the situation. He looked like he might cut and run at any moment. Or maybe beg for mercy? and only one those options appealed to the mood he was in.
“You’ve never asked for me alone.” Nicolò finished as if that explained everything and Joe nodded in agreement.
“Yes, unfortunately I don’t often have time to meet privately with everyone but I have made the time for you today Nicolò” Joe says with a comforting smile that he hopes would put the other at ease.
It seems to do the opposite as the other man then swallows and stumbles when he speaks again.
“That’s… why?” He asks and his voice is less sure as before, timid in a way that doesn’t match the intensity of his eyes. He’s still expecting the worse and Joe couldn’t imagine why. He didn’t think he had a reproachful sort of reputation so this fear of him was a little abnormal.
“I wanted your company” Joe answers honestly, deciding to get to the point to see if that would release some of tension weighing down the other man’s broad shoulders.
He watched as Nicolò’s eyes widen in surprise and his very tempting lips part open without a sound and then close again. Speechless. Joe hoped that was a good sign.
“I hope that’s alright with you,” Joe says filling the silence and offering a small smile, “Truthfully I’ve wanted your company for some time but there’s always something to be done, and you work so hard despite being so new, I didn’t want to disturb you”
“I’m not disturbed” Nicolò answered quickly then his cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment, “I mean thank you. You could never disturb me. It’s more than alright. Thank you, for choosing me to keep you company” Joe lets Nicolò ramble on and studies his face and body language in the meanwhile. He was flushed to the columns of his neck but his back had straightened and he’d stepped forward seemingly without noticing.
Joe couldn’t help another sharp grin, if a bit predatory, at the change from nervous to eager that Nicolò underwent in seconds. He felt brimming with power seeing the younger man advance to comply. He had a half of mind to put him to his knees but the other part of him said to tread delicately.
“Are you sure? We haven’t had the chance to know each other very well but I would hate for you to feel pressured. I’m sure there’s others in the commune closer to your age and more deserving of your attention and company Nicolò.” Joe says appearing to give him an out. He was pretty sure that the other wouldn’t take it but wanting Nicolò to think he had options was important if this was going to go smoothly.
“There’s no one more deserving” Nicolò answered quick and sure, stepping forward again until he could feel the heat of his body, “Yes, I am sure,” the pale green of his eyes were overtaken by the black dilation of his pupils and Joe forced his ego down at the display of excitement, “I would be honored Joe” Nicolò finished and stared openly - vulnerable and so willing that his mind went do the darkest places, things that would surely scare the younger man if they slipped out so he would have to put them aside.
“I am the one honored, thank you for being willing to share yourself with me” Joe spoke with a smile and cradled the other man’s jaw before leaning in for a kiss.
Nicolò’s lips were as soft as they looked and he took the bottom between his to taste him then he couldn’t stop tasting and the kiss quickly turned heated.
Nicolò pressed against him as good as he got, and Joe made deep sweeps of his tongue to chase the soft moans that he made and steal his breath from him. Sucking on his tongue particularly pulled some whimpers and made the younger rub against him so Joe indulged in that until he had to catch his breath and the younger man chased his mouth with a need that went straight to his groin.
“Nicolò,” Joe started when they parted for oxygen. “Nicky’s fine. If you want” The other said huskily against his lips and Joe smiled and pulled back to look at the desperation already marking his face.
“Nicky.” Joe spoke softly and watched the younger man’s throat bob, “I’ve been thinking of your mouth for weeks Nicky” Joe lets his thumb slide across the other’s slick lower lip as he speaks and with the way they part couldn’t help pushing the tip inside.
He’s met with Nicky’s tongue immediately; warm, smooth and wet, gliding over the digit and under, coaxing him further.
He’s hard in his jeans by the time Nicky’s applying suction and a vibrating moan around his thumb – the slick tongue curling around the digit making him hotter than he remembers being in a very long time. He’s not a big fan of being teased but watching Nicky’s eyes and lips as the man worked him was something that he could get used to.
“You’re very beautiful” Joe says breaking from his trance to pull his thumb from the younger’s mouth. There’s a loud ‘slurp’ as he does so that drives him insane enough that he pulls the other’s mouth to his again. Replacing the digit with his tongue and crushing Nicky’s body to his so he could feel what that little display did to him.
He’s met with a grind into his hard cock that makes him tighten his hold and dig fingers into Nicky’s hip then lower into his ass so he could do it again.
The sharp breathless noise that the younger lets out is completely worth the aggression of his losing control. He sounds lovely, but he could be better. He needs a solid surface.
“What do you want?” Joe says with the little remaining brain power that hasn’t been consumed by lust when he breaks to look at Nicky’s wild eyes and kiss bitten mouth.
“Anything. To please you.” The other says and there’s pleading in his tone, “Whatever you want.” Nicolò says and Joe has to bury his groan into the younger man’s neck at how sincere he sounds.
They’re such beautifully dangerous words and he doesn’t know where to begin.
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Joe/Nicky - Cult Leader Joe/ early 20s Nicky 1/2
Date: 2020-12-29 07:59 am (UTC)https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/8523.html?thread=3166027#cmt3166027
(I hope you guys didn’t come for world building cause Everything I know about cult stuff is from fictionalized media. this is purely manipulative Joe and sex. Splitting this in two cause I gotta be up in 5 hours but this grabbed me by the loins and wouldn’t let go and I wanted to post it to lessen the chances of it sitting in my doc as a WIP forever)
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He was going through the texts when the old hinges creaked and the door opened slowly.
Joe looked up and smiled at seeing his guest and returned the worn book to the shelf in order to give his full attention.
“Nicolò, thank you for coming” He says with a wide grin and took a few steps towards the other.
He looked nervous. His sea-green eyes were avoiding direct contact and instead stared at the floor and his shoulders slumped as if trying to make himself smaller to Joe’s presence.
He did that often. Tuck his body in as if it would make him small enough to hide between the spaces, and he never looked at him directly. Nicolò was scared of him. Joe shouldn’t find it as attractive as he did, but he did.
The man’s soft eyes and full lips and youthful face had garnered his attention and every time Nicolò tried to shrink in his presence it only made his want of him grow.
“Have I done something wrong?” Nicolò spoke cautiously to the floor and Joe would much rather have those beautiful eyes on him than the hardwood.
“Of course not Nicolò” he answers and takes the other’s chin between his fingers to tilt his head up so that they were looking at each other, “what would make you think so?” Joe asks genuinely curious as he maps the younger man’s sharp features into memories. He’s never actually been this close to him before and the other man was even more beautiful than he’d presume - a work of art made flesh.
His fingers linger on the other’s jaw much longer than appropriate and he would care more if he wasn’t well passed that. His entire reasoning for asking the younger man to come and see him was far from appropriate and there was no point in pretending otherwise.
His thumb follows the soft dimple at his chin before forcing himself to release so as to not scare the other further. He needed to calm him down if he had any chances of getting what he wanted.
“You asked me to meet you alone,” Nicolò answered apprehensively and Joe could see the way his face worked trying to make sense of the situation. He looked like he might cut and run at any moment. Or maybe beg for mercy? and only one those options appealed to the mood he was in.
“You’ve never asked for me alone.” Nicolò finished as if that explained everything and Joe nodded in agreement.
“Yes, unfortunately I don’t often have time to meet privately with everyone but I have made the time for you today Nicolò” Joe says with a comforting smile that he hopes would put the other at ease.
It seems to do the opposite as the other man then swallows and stumbles when he speaks again.
“That’s… why?” He asks and his voice is less sure as before, timid in a way that doesn’t match the intensity of his eyes. He’s still expecting the worse and Joe couldn’t imagine why. He didn’t think he had a reproachful sort of reputation so this fear of him was a little abnormal.
“I wanted your company” Joe answers honestly, deciding to get to the point to see if that would release some of tension weighing down the other man’s broad shoulders.
He watched as Nicolò’s eyes widen in surprise and his very tempting lips part open without a sound and then close again. Speechless. Joe hoped that was a good sign.
“I hope that’s alright with you,” Joe says filling the silence and offering a small smile, “Truthfully I’ve wanted your company for some time but there’s always something to be done, and you work so hard despite being so new, I didn’t want to disturb you”
“I’m not disturbed” Nicolò answered quickly then his cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment, “I mean thank you. You could never disturb me. It’s more than alright. Thank you, for choosing me to keep you company” Joe lets Nicolò ramble on and studies his face and body language in the meanwhile. He was flushed to the columns of his neck but his back had straightened and he’d stepped forward seemingly without noticing.
Joe couldn’t help another sharp grin, if a bit predatory, at the change from nervous to eager that Nicolò underwent in seconds. He felt brimming with power seeing the younger man advance to comply. He had a half of mind to put him to his knees but the other part of him said to tread delicately.
“Are you sure? We haven’t had the chance to know each other very well but I would hate for you to feel pressured. I’m sure there’s others in the commune closer to your age and more deserving of your attention and company Nicolò.” Joe says appearing to give him an out. He was pretty sure that the other wouldn’t take it but wanting Nicolò to think he had options was important if this was going to go smoothly.
“There’s no one more deserving” Nicolò answered quick and sure, stepping forward again until he could feel the heat of his body, “Yes, I am sure,” the pale green of his eyes were overtaken by the black dilation of his pupils and Joe forced his ego down at the display of excitement, “I would be honored Joe” Nicolò finished and stared openly - vulnerable and so willing that his mind went do the darkest places, things that would surely scare the younger man if they slipped out so he would have to put them aside.
“I am the one honored, thank you for being willing to share yourself with me” Joe spoke with a smile and cradled the other man’s jaw before leaning in for a kiss.
Nicolò’s lips were as soft as they looked and he took the bottom between his to taste him then he couldn’t stop tasting and the kiss quickly turned heated.
Nicolò pressed against him as good as he got, and Joe made deep sweeps of his tongue to chase the soft moans that he made and steal his breath from him. Sucking on his tongue particularly pulled some whimpers and made the younger rub against him so Joe indulged in that until he had to catch his breath and the younger man chased his mouth with a need that went straight to his groin.
“Nicolò,” Joe started when they parted for oxygen. “Nicky’s fine. If you want” The other said huskily against his lips and Joe smiled and pulled back to look at the desperation already marking his face.
“Nicky.” Joe spoke softly and watched the younger man’s throat bob, “I’ve been thinking of your mouth for weeks Nicky” Joe lets his thumb slide across the other’s slick lower lip as he speaks and with the way they part couldn’t help pushing the tip inside.
He’s met with Nicky’s tongue immediately; warm, smooth and wet, gliding over the digit and under, coaxing him further.
He’s hard in his jeans by the time Nicky’s applying suction and a vibrating moan around his thumb – the slick tongue curling around the digit making him hotter than he remembers being in a very long time. He’s not a big fan of being teased but watching Nicky’s eyes and lips as the man worked him was something that he could get used to.
“You’re very beautiful” Joe says breaking from his trance to pull his thumb from the younger’s mouth. There’s a loud ‘slurp’ as he does so that drives him insane enough that he pulls the other’s mouth to his again. Replacing the digit with his tongue and crushing Nicky’s body to his so he could feel what that little display did to him.
He’s met with a grind into his hard cock that makes him tighten his hold and dig fingers into Nicky’s hip then lower into his ass so he could do it again.
The sharp breathless noise that the younger lets out is completely worth the aggression of his losing control. He sounds lovely, but he could be better. He needs a solid surface.
“What do you want?” Joe says with the little remaining brain power that hasn’t been consumed by lust when he breaks to look at Nicky’s wild eyes and kiss bitten mouth.
“Anything. To please you.” The other says and there’s pleading in his tone, “Whatever you want.” Nicolò says and Joe has to bury his groan into the younger man’s neck at how sincere he sounds.
They’re such beautifully dangerous words and he doesn’t know where to begin.