They picked something loud and bright to watch. Nicky didn't protest because he'd already seen it, and Joe must have liked it, because it was his first choice. But when Nicky's hand found Joe's hair, Joe tilted his head into it, and Nicky thought he could do this again, for many nights.

Joe looked at him, considering something. There was something bright behind those dark eyes, something calculating and maybe even a little wicked. It was a far cry from the cowed and nervous look he'd gotten before.

"You're thinking about something." It was a teasing accusation.

"I might be." Joe's smile was knowing.

"It's a dangerous habit, you should be careful."

Joe huffed a laugh and shifted, moving to straddle Nicky before he could say anything at all. The towel around his waist was barely holding on as he leaned over Nicky who looked up at him, amused. "I was thinking maybe...if you were interested. We could negotiate something on our own terms?"

Nicky kept his hands at his sides, and didn't know if he was being polite or teasing himself. Either way, he was coming out of this on top.

"I do have a room for the weekend." Joe wrinkled his nose when he smiled. It was very satisfying. Hand on Joe's knee, and dragging up his thigh, he said, "You know what I like. Any amendments on yours?"

"I don't have a dom right now. I'm looking for someone to put me in my place." He said, grin far too sharp, and Nicky thought he could be a handful. Until Joe averted his eyes before finding him again, sweeter now though no less sure. "Slower though?"

Nicky gave him a knowing smile, settling his hands on Joe's hips. Eager fingers plucked at the edge of his towel, not enough to pull it off but it was holding on through sheer force of will. "I can do slow. But you need to communicate with me, Joe. If something is too much, I want you to tell me and we'll stop. No pushing yourself to please me or anyone else."

It was blunt and still so unexpectedly kind. It made Joe's heart race and want thrill through him. He leaned down, bold enough to steal a kiss that turned into something so much more demanding that he gasped. "I understand."

"Sir." Came the reminder and Joe flushed.

"I understand, sir."

"Show me what you like." He ordered, his hand sliding along Joe's bare throat. Ever since that necklace had disappeared, Nicky had been fascinated by the spot, and he pressed his thumb into Joe's pulse, made it difficult for both of them to breathe.

Joe pressed forward with just his hips, before his hand brushed against the front of Nicky's pants. "May I, sir?"

His mouth quirked into a grin. Too fucking daring. Nicky wanted to wreck him.

Instead of answer, he tilted Joe's head to the side and then the next, all the better to examine those pretty lips. He dragged his fingers between them. "Show me what you'll do with it, pretty thing."

"Yes, sir."

If Nicky didn't know better, he'd have sworn there was a little bit of pride in the way Joe said that. He watched as his prize slid down the bed, running his hands down the length of Nicky's legs. Deft fingers plucked at his zipper before another smile tugged at Joe's lips and he leaned forward to pull the zipper down with his teeth.

Nicky let out a breath and slid his fingers back into those beautiful curls. He watched intently as Joe freed himself and wrapped those sinful lips around his cock, working him hard.

He peeled Nicky's pants down to his hips, and Nicky went hard on the length of Joe's tongue, sliding him down his throat far too easily. He went down once, twice, his beard dragging over Nicky's bare thighs before pulling up until he was wrapped just around the tip. He stroked down Nicky with a steady hand, before twisting his tongue over his tip like he was screwing in a lightbulb, and Nicky hissed.

Joe did it again precisely for that reason.

His brow was furrowed in single-minded focus, entirely driven in a way that made Nicky's belly tighten and his skin feel too tight, and Nicky wondered wickedly if he should send Keane a gift basket.

It was too soon. He grabbed Joe by the hair, made his pretty eyes go wide and thrust down his throat. He gagged, and tensed, working so hard spit dribbled past his lips, but then Joe relaxed, opening his mouth to be used. Nicky planted his feet in the mattress and fucked him hard, forcing soft, strained noises from him, and Nicky arched his back, pulled on his pet's hair, and wouldn't stop until his nose was pressed into the wiry curls at the base of his cock. Nicky held him there, watching Joe's eyes flutter shut. He was making a mess of himself, and drool trickled down to Nicky's ballsac.

He counted the seconds in his head, until he began to feel Joe squirm, savoring the way his throat convulsed around him.

Then Nicky pulled back, and coaxed his pet to meet his eyes. He dragged his cock across Joe's cheeks and along the length of his nose, breath quickening as Joe's beard brushed against his sensitive skin. "Do you think I should let you keep it?"

Joe looked dazed and nodded just a little as Nicky softened his grip. "Come back to me, pretty one." He murmured. "Tell me if you're okay."

"Yes. Green." The words came out like a sigh, a little more conscious thought flickering behind Joe's glassy eyes and blissed smile. "I'm so okay, sir."

"Good." He drew Joe up into his arms and pulled the towel from around his waist, using it to clean off his pet's face. Nicky was slow, teasing the soft cloth along Joe's flushed cheeks and sealing it all with a kiss. "That was very good, I'm pleased with you."

Joe's eyes snapped Nicky's face and he could see the eagerness in his pet's eyes. So quick to respond to praise, he would have to keep that in mind. He pulled Joe down into the sheets, covering his body with his own and kept trailing his kisses down Joe's neck to feel his fluttering pulse jump.

"Please, sir."

"Please what?"

"Please, please fuck me."

Nicky gave a throaty chuckle and bit down at the junction of clavicle. No worries now about leaving his mark on this beautiful body. "You are going to have to earn it."

Joe licked his lips, barely aware of the action, and there was something intensely gratifying in the way he watched Nicky, like he couldn't look away. He nodded his head, nearly imperceptibly, and Nicky pressed a kiss to his lips, before dragging his hands down Joe's chest. His mouth followed the same line, hot like a brand as he bit into the meat of his pecs, fanned his fingers out across Joe's ribs. "Lube's on the table, pretty thing. Work yourself open for me."

Joe groaned, eager, and turned Yes, sir into something even filthier. Nicky let him grab for it, and Joe put himself on intentional display, stretched to show off the muscles in his side and back. Nicky looked his fill.

Joe was grinning at him. He let his legs fall open, his feet flat on the bed, and dragged slick fingers across the places he was most sensitive. Moved a little too fast, a little eager. His cock stood on attention, and Nicky curled his hand around it. Joe groaned his thanks, his smile absolutely gorgeous.

Poor pet still thought he was being kind.

Nicky watched as Joe fingered himself open, two at once and a little too rough. He tutted but didn't interrupt, kept his grip on Joe's cock steady and made his pet sigh.

"Good boy, you're doing so well." He praised, and won another bright smile. He slipped a finger in alongside Joe's, heart twisting despite himself. Nicky found he wanted to remember this, their first time. The way Joe trembled when he was worked over, his breath coming in ragged pants. Inhaling and inhaling like he couldn't find enough air, never remembering to release it. He was close, closer with each stroke.

Then Nicky pulled out completely, took his touch away at the edge of orgasm, and the sound Joe made was wretched.

"Please, sir!" Joe's voice cracked with desperation, but Nicky only smiled.

"I said you'd have to convince me, pretty one. I didn't say it would be easy."

Joe reached for himself but Nicky stopped him with a look. "No touching. Not until you're allowed. I don't want you to come unless you have my permission, do you understand?"

"Ah." Joe swallowed hard, unable to put words together to beg.

"You're still with me?"

He nodded, whispering "Green" in a strained voice. Nicky slid off the bed, taking the towel with him as he undressed, taking his time and making sure that Joe watched his every move. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it open. He rummaged through his bag, pulling out a box he'd packed especially for this trip.

Opening it, he hmmm'd to himself as he picked the right toy. A thick blue silicon vibrator, ridged and curved. "I think this will do."

Joe watched him, but seemed to take a moment to understand what he was holding. His mouth pinched like he was trying to remember a name, and Nicky was mildly distressed by how attractive that was.

He tapped the toy against Joe's chest, and that forced some light behind those dark brown eyes. They'd been narrowed on a spot at Nicky's neck that made him want to preen. "You need to get this slick for me."

Joe took a moment but only because he had to look away from the sharp line of Nicky's throat. He smeared lube across his palm, took the toy in his hand. When he stroked it, Nicky did the exact same thing to Joe's cock.

Joe's eyes rolled back, mouth falling open. Nicky's grip was steady and firm, and the ridges on the toy dug into his palm. He wanted, God he wanted, fuck.

He dragged his thumb over the tip, and Nicky did the same, smearing precum across his slit, and Joe would've been embarrassed of the sounds he made if he could think.

"This is a gift, pet. Say thank you."

"Thank you, sir." Joe's voice was little more than a whisper and broke again as Nicky pressed his thumb gently against his dribbling slit.

"Remember what I said. No coming without permission."

Joe nodded and gripped the slick toy, pressing it against his already fucked out hole. His muscles clenched, the toy too big and for a moment there was resistance before the fat head of the dildo pushed inside. His mouth fell open as he slowly worked the toy deeper, the ridges stretching and teasing.

"There we go." Nicky almost purred, moving to grip the toy himself and help Joe with a little more conviction. He was rewarded with a ragged gasp. "Be good for me, pet. Don't you dare come."

He flicked the switch at the base of the toy, sending deep pulsing vibrations straight through Joe's core.

No matter where they ended up, he was going to remember the sound Joe made for a long, long time. The way he threw his head back, that choked, precious thing when he gasped too wide. His belly tensed, muscles pulling in a way that reminded Nicky of how much he wanted to bite. Then when Nicky pulled the toy out, too fast, too rough, too mean, Joe moaned his name like he was trying to taste it, but he didn't move.

Nicky fucked him deep, all over again, and Joe arched off the bed, fingers digging into the blankets. A single fat drop of cum welled at the head of his cock and spilled over. Nicky cooed. "That's it, pretty thing. So well."