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theoldguardkinkmeme ([personal profile] theoldguardkinkmeme) wrote2021-03-07 01:19 pm

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Re: Joe/Nicky, Joe goes undercover & Nicky makes sex tapes to keep him company 2/?

(Anonymous) 2020-11-16 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
The next day Joe goes to re-watch the video and almost cries when he gets a generic error page. He throws himself into the job to distract himself from his despair.

The upside is that when it comes time to check in again, he’s more than doubled the last month’s progress. He types the link in the drafts—this time with no accompanying text—into his phone and then writes, Going well. Made some more new friends.

Joe hurries home, but he resists the temptation to immediately pull up Nicky’s video. He forces himself to choke down some leftover carryout and makes sure he’s caught up on all job-related tasks and messages.

Once that’s done, he changes into sleepwear—sweats and a shirt that Nicky usually wears—and hops into bed, ready to savor whatever Nicky’s filmed for him this time.

This time the video opens immediately on Nicky, who is in reclining in a bathtub that is certainly not a feature of the Warsaw house. Had he checked into a hotel for this? The room is dark, lit with several candles.

“Hello, love,” Nicky purrs, and Joe no longer gives a single shit about the setting.

“Have you been looking forward to this? I think you have. I look forward to these, too. Touching myself when I know you’re going to see…it does things to me, Yusuf.” One of Nicky’s hands emerges from the water to trail from his neck to his chest until it’s back under water.

The rim of the tub is blocking Joe’s view of Nicky’s hand wrapped around his own cock, but the motion of his arm, the blissful expression on his face, the curve of his neck as his head tips back—yeah, that alone is doing it for Joe.

Nicky blinks his eyes open and turns his head to look into the camera. He raises his free hand to pick up the glass of wine that’s sitting on the bathroom floor and takes a long, slow sip.

Joe lets out a long breath, watching Nicky’s throat work when as swallows.

“My heart, I was thinking about that time in Buenos Aires, do you remember?”

There have been a couple times in Buenos Aires, Joe thinks.

“We danced all night, then I took you home and rode you until the sun came up. The morning light as you came inside me, filling me up…I will never forget it. My legs were sore for hours. A small price to pay for the look on your face.”

Joe remembers it vividly. He snakes a hand underneath his sweats and rubs against his palm.

“It is very cruel of you, Joe,” Nicky says, voice a little hoarse, “to leave me with hundreds of sketchbooks, full of my own face, and no renderings of yours. What do I care to look at myself? I’d bleed myself dry one hundred times over to see you right now, beloved.”

Nicky’s arm speeds up its movements.

“When you return to me, I’ll have to devise a fitting punishment. Perhaps I’ll ride you again, this time with a band around your cock and your wrists tied to the bedposts, and take my pleasure of you as many times as I can before I even think of letting you spill in me.”

“Fuck,” Joe hisses to himself. He’s got one hand around his cock now, too, and he runs his other hand over his chest, mirroring the way Nicky’s touching himself in the video.

“Mm, you love it when I’m mean, don’t you? Ah, Joe, I’ll make you beg forgiveness for leaving me bereft, I’ll have you on your knees and crying with it, Joe.” Nicky’s so breathless, he’s going to come any minute, and so is Joe—

“Once I finally permit you to come, I’ll sit on your face, let you slurp it all out of me until I’m clean and ready to take you inside me a-again, ah, Joe!” Nicky lets out a broken cry and comes, and a second later, Joe’s barely got his underwear pulled down in time before he is, too.

Nicky lets his head fall back against the tub and takes another swig of wine. “Salute,” he says. “I love you so much I think my heart may burst with it. Until next time.”

He sits up and leans over to blow out some of the nearest candles, and the screen goes dark.

Joe doesn’t bother cleaning himself up—he just rolls over and drops into a deep sleep, though he wakes before the sun rises, and he can’t even fall back into a doze.

———

The next month’s video features an unusually quiet Nicky, back in the Warsaw house, who sucks on his own fingers while touching his cock.

“I miss the taste of your cock, my love,” Nicky slurs around the fingers in his mouth.

Nicky comes in his hand and starts licking it clean, which has Joe spilling around his own fist.

“I miss more than your cock,” Nicky confesses into the camera. “I miss everything about you. These three months have felt like nine-hundred years. I live only for the day you return to me.”

The phone camera doesn’t do Nicky’s eyes justice, but even on film they’re impossibly blue—and right now they look so mournful, Joe vows he’ll find a way to make this year-long quest more like a four-month assignment.

Of course, these things can’t always be rushed. A month later, he’s made considerable progress but hasn’t quite cracked the case, so he performs the check in as usual.

The only good thing about the job dragging on is that he’s getting another Nicky video, and, well, this month it seems like Joe’s in for a treat.

He’s not sure what Nicky’s done differently, but the lighting and overall video quality are much improved. Nicky’s definitely in a hotel room this time, laid out on the bed, and, oh fuck. He’s wearing a pair of lacy panties, their deep-red color a stark contrast to his pale pink skin and the starchy white sheets.

A white noise starts up in the video, and that’s when Joe notices—Nicky’s holding a vibrator.

He’s transfixed as Nicky runs it over his cock, which is just barely contained by the panties.

“Oh Joe,” Nicky whimpers. “Feels so good. Do you like these? I don’t have your eye for style, I know, but I hope you do.”

He hooks a couple fingers in the band of the underwear. “I bought these for you, but I’m ah, afraid I—I may ruin them, tonight.”
That’s okay, Joe thinks. They’ll get some more.

“If you were here, you could put your mouth on me, get this lace all wet while you lick me. You could rip these off, put me on my hands and knees and fuck me until I scream. Joe, I want it so badly, I need it, please.” Nicky’s grinding so hard against the vibrator that Joe is almost worried for his cock.

Joe doesn’t even touch himself, despite being rock hard in his pants. He just stares as Nicky comes in his panties, then pushes them down to his thighs and flips on to his stomach. He fingers to second orgasm, then drops his sweaty forehead to the pillow.

A full minute passes before Nicky lifts his head to look into the camera again. When he speaks, his voice is scratchy.

“Yusuf. My love. I ache for you. Be well and come home to me soon.”

The video cuts off, and Joe absently jerks off to the thought of Nicky in those damn panties. There’s no post-orgasmic bliss to be found, though, haunted as he is by the temptation of looking while being unable to touch.

Re: Joe/Nicky, Joe goes undercover & Nicky makes sex tapes to keep him company 2/?

(Anonymous) 2020-11-16 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Hawt 🔥🔥🔥🔥🙌🙌🙌🙌

Re: Joe/Nicky, Joe goes undercover & Nicky makes sex tapes to keep him company 2/?

(Anonymous) 2020-11-16 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
God damn, so hot 🔥🔥🔥 also imaging Nicky's punishment to joe, riding him while not letting Joe come 👌👌💯💯

Re: Joe/Nicky, Joe goes undercover & Nicky makes sex tapes to keep him company 2/?

(Anonymous) 2020-11-16 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn, Nicky needs to wear those panties for Joe when he finally gets home. I have a business n of them being so desperate for one another they won't make it as far as the bedroom for round one and get it on as soon as they get past the front door. (I remember those days *sigh*)

Re: Joe/Nicky, Joe goes undercover & Nicky makes sex tapes to keep him company 2/?

(Anonymous) 2020-11-16 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
🔥🔥🔥 This is amazing

Re: Joe/Nicky, Joe goes undercover & Nicky makes sex tapes to keep him company 2/?

(Anonymous) 2020-11-16 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
🥵 mannnn where can i find me a husband like Nicky????