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theoldguardkinkmeme) wrote2021-03-07 01:19 pm
Fills Post #2
This is where your fills go!
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Start a new comment for each fill. Don't use threaded comments for new fills. Threaded comments are for fills that take up more than one comment field, or for feedback/squee/praise.
In your fill, please mention the prompt you are responding to, and provide a link to your prompt in the body of the text.
Please use a header with your character(s)/pairing and a title and/or keyword or short phrase. (For example: "Just you and me: Andy/Quynh, Make-up sex" or "Between a Rock and A Hard Place: Nicky/Joe/Booker, first time DP").
Please also comment with a link to your fill in the prompt post, under the prompt you are responding to. Your comment header should include the word "Fill" or "Filled", so that those checking out the thread can find your fic/art more easily (For example: "FILL: Re: Any/Quynh, Make-up sex").
If you end up cleaning up your fill and posting it elsewhere (AO3, your personal journal), feel free to link the posted fic/art here as well.
Fills can but don't need to be anonymous.
Start a new comment for each fill. Don't use threaded comments for new fills. Threaded comments are for fills that take up more than one comment field, or for feedback/squee/praise.
In your fill, please mention the prompt you are responding to, and provide a link to your prompt in the body of the text.
Please use a header with your character(s)/pairing and a title and/or keyword or short phrase. (For example: "Just you and me: Andy/Quynh, Make-up sex" or "Between a Rock and A Hard Place: Nicky/Joe/Booker, first time DP").
Please also comment with a link to your fill in the prompt post, under the prompt you are responding to. Your comment header should include the word "Fill" or "Filled", so that those checking out the thread can find your fic/art more easily (For example: "FILL: Re: Any/Quynh, Make-up sex").
If you end up cleaning up your fill and posting it elsewhere (AO3, your personal journal), feel free to link the posted fic/art here as well.
Fills on Pinboard: For a list of filled prompts on Pinboard, go here.
Re: FILL: Joe/Nicky, SugarDaddyDom!Joe and subsugarbaby!Nicky, 4/??
(Anonymous) 2020-11-09 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)____________________________________________________________________________
The weekly spankings do a lot to keep Nicky in good spirits throughout the semester. And once Joe decides that Nicky’s orgasm is dependent on him making the necessary writing progress, they become good for his dissertation, too.
To celebrate the end of finals, Joe has Nicky ass-up on his bed, wrists and ankles cuffed to a spreader bar.
Joe’s fingers tease his hole. He’s so open. Joe could probably slide his hand into him right now with no resistance. The thought makes him moan around the bit in his mouth.
He’s been fucking Nicky for maybe two-minute increments before pulling away and leaving him bereft. Blindfolded with the tie Joe wore to dinner, Nicky has no idea where he goes when he’s not touching him. (Probably not far—Joe had instructed him to snap his fingers in lieu of using their safeword.)
Joe’s cock glides back into him, and he resumes his steady, ruthless pace while Nicky desperately tries to meet his thrusts and makes nonsense noises behind his gag.
He feels inhuman, like an an object, like a thing.
Luckily, Joe takes care of what’s his. He shifts Nicky’s hips and the new angle is perfect.
Nicky comes and feels immediately boneless, like he’d collapse if not for Joe’s grip holding him up. Joe acts like he hasn’t even noticed that Nicky’s spent—he just keeps pounding in, sending shockwaves up Nicky’s spine.
“Nicky, baby, you’re so good for me,” Joe chants in his ear.
He’s floating when he feels Joe come inside him, a rush of heat and wetness. Joe pulls out and bends to lick against his hole, making Nicky squirm and whine.
Joe’s tongue and fingers have him coming again, almost painfully this time, like he’s got nothing left to give.
He falls in on himself when Joe releases his hips, the position awkward and uncomfortable until Joe undoes his cuffs and rolls him on to his back.
“Close your eyes,” Joe tells him softly before pulling off the tie covering Nicky’s eyes. He unbuckles the bit and gently works it out from Nicky’s teeth.
“You were so good, baby,” Joe says again as he massages Nicky’s jaw.
Nicky nuzzles into his hand and falls into a doze. Every now and then he notices the sounds of Joe moving around the room, cleaning up after them.
Joe strokes his back as the fuzziness starts to fade and the world around him comes back into focus. He blinks up at Joe.
“Sit up and have some water?”
Nicky nods and lets Joe help him up. Joe hands him the glass but keeps his hand pressed over Nicky’s, steadying his shaky grip.
“Hungry?”
Nicky swallows his sip of water. “No.” His voice comes out strained and hoarse.
“Finish your water,” Joe says, and he does.
Joe looks over at his phone. “The night’s young, but we can call it if you’re ready to go to sleep.”
Nicky shakes his head and drains the glass. “Let’s watch a movie?”
Joe kisses his forehead. “Anything you want, baby.”
Swaddled in blankets, Nicky curls on the couch while Joe scrolls Netflix. Several atrocious-sounding holiday films are trending in the top ten.
“Hey,” Joe says suddenly, “do you want to do anything for Christmas?”
The thought of Christmas without his family feels a little like a knife in his chest. The estrangement had been a long time coming, but this year will be the first he doesn’t return to Italy.
He can’t help snapping. “Like what? Take you home to meet my family? Go to Midnight Mass together?”
Joe frowns. “No,” he says slowly. “I mean—if you wanted to go to church I, we could do that, or you could just go, of course—but I meant if there were, I don’t know, any traditions you wanted to do. Like eggnog or looking at lights or anything.” He looks away and scratches his head. “I don’t know.”
Nicky’s icy mood melts. He sits up and takes Joe’s hand.
“Eggnog is foul,” he tell hims. “And most of my Christmas traditions involved chants in Latin, but I haven’t gone to mass in years. I just want to spend time with you.”
Joe’s smile is so angelic he may never need to pray again.
“Okay. In that case,” Joe says, turning his attention back to the TV, where he’s selected one of the cheesy Christmas movies. “how do you feel about this one? There’s elephants.”
Nicky thinks it looks terrible. “Queue it up,” he says, and squishes closer to Joe.
———
A week after the new year, they’re in a cab on the way to Joe’s art opening. Nicky looks devastating in his suit, and the very vivid memory Joe has of fucking him in the dressing room during his fitting has created some type of Pavlovian response.
He valiantly ignores his instinct to start making out with Nicky in the backseat in favor of bringing up the subject he’s been stewing on for weeks.
He puts a hand on Nicky’s thigh. “Hey, uh, something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
Nicky looks away from the window and meets Joe’s eyes. Shadows from the street lights dance across his face. “What is it?”
“I, ah. I was planning on introducing you as my, as my partner, tonight, and I just wasn’t sure if—I wanted to make sure you were comfortable with that.”
A quick, indecipherable expression flits across Nicky’s face, gone before Joe can start to make sense of it.
He panics. “I know that’s not—not the exact nature of our relationship, but—”
Nicky rests his hand on top the the one Joe has on Nicky’s thigh. “No,” he says easily. “I understand—of course that’s fine.”
Joe releases the breath he’d been holding. “Okay. Good.”
They walk into the gallery hand-in-hand. In addition to making great arm candy, Nicky is the perfect date, keeping him in refills, covering when he forgets a patron’s name, and making sure he doesn’t miss out on all the stuffy finger food.
Calling Nicky his partner doesn’t feel like enough, but that’s already technically an overstatement. Joe reminds himself that even though he thinks of Nicky as his everything—boyfriend, baby, beloved—the reality is that they have a business agreement. Nine months. Tuition payments and dirty fucks.
It’s just easy to forget what it is, because it feels like so much more.
Near the end of the night, Nicky’s wandered off. Joe finds him in standing front of the last-minute addition to tonight’s show—a charcoal sketch of Nicky himself, suspended in a rope harness.
“I’ve gotten a lot of compliments on that one,” Joe says as he comes to stand beside Nicky.
Nicky fixes him with a look that could melt metal. “As have I.” He smirks. “I told you including it was a good idea.”
“Right as always,” Joe murmurs, lost in the memory of that afternoon. Nicky acted like he could’ve hung there all day. Joe still doesn’t think he perfectly captured the blissed-out look on Nicky’s face.
He takes Nicky’s hand. “You ready to go?”
Nicky frowns. “It’s your night.”
“Then let’s go.” His chest feels tight. He’s irrationally afraid of what will happen if he can’t be inside Nicky in the next twenty minutes.
On the drive home, they do make out in the backseat. They also make out leaned against the front door and in the hallway. Finally, Joe gets Nicky stripped out of his suit and into the bed.
He tears off his own clothes and lowers down on top of Nicky. They kiss more while he works Nicky open.
Nicky’s legs wrap around Joe’s waist and his hands tangle in his hair. Joe strokes Nicky’s cock with one hand and cups his face with the other. He fucks Nicky as slowly as he can stand, relishing every sensation. Their eyes lock.
“You’re perfect,” Joe says.
I love you, he thinks.
Nicky clenches around him and moans. “You make me feel so good. Joe.”
And to prevent himself from saying something very stupid, Joe breaks away from Nicky’s stare and sucks a long, hard bite into his neck.
Nicky groans and comes in his hand. Joe tries to fuck him through it but the feelings he has for Nicky have eaten through everything in him—self-control included—to burrow into his heart, and he comes with a gasp.
They stay tangled for as long as they can stand, then Joe cleans them up before they settle into their usual spooned position.
“Thank you for tonight,” Joe says quietly.
“What part?” Nicky mumbles back, close to drifting off.
He swallows, suddenly close to tears. “Every part.”
Nicky squeezes his hand before his breaths start coming slow and deep.
Joe tells himself to get it together. This may have an expiration date, but that’s all the more reason to enjoy it while he can. He buries his head in Nicky’s neck and shuts his eyes.
Re: FILL: Joe/Nicky, SugarDaddyDom!Joe and subsugarbaby!Nicky, 4/??
(Anonymous) 2020-11-09 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Joe/Nicky, SugarDaddyDom!Joe and subsugarbaby!Nicky, 4/??
(Anonymous) 2020-11-09 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Joe/Nicky, SugarDaddyDom!Joe and subsugarbaby!Nicky, 4/??
(Anonymous) 2020-11-09 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Joe/Nicky, SugarDaddyDom!Joe and subsugarbaby!Nicky, 4/??
(Anonymous) 2020-11-10 03:50 am (UTC)(link)and the art opening!! Nicky tied up as art!! Just when I think this fic can't get even better.
and of course, hotttt
Re: FILL: Joe/Nicky, SugarDaddyDom!Joe and subsugarbaby!Nicky, 4/??
(Anonymous) 2020-11-10 03:52 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Joe/Nicky, SugarDaddyDom!Joe and subsugarbaby!Nicky, 4/??
(Anonymous) 2020-11-11 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)Wait...
Is this... shibari???🤯
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5880.html?thread=2000376#cmt2000376