“I can take it” He says, looking back and meeting Cillian’s eyes when the other man starts rubbing at his lower back, “please. I can take it” he repeats eyes pleading and then immediately shutting tight when the other man pulls out slowly and slams back in. He keeps a steady pace of slow strokes out and deep fast thrust in that pushes him off the ball of his feet every time and pulls a sharp “Ahh…” from his lips that he can’t hold down. It’s torturous and makes his mind drifts to something familiar. Nicky’s breaths catches multiple times then leaves him all together in a sharp cry when Cillian’s hard thrust hits his prostate dead on.

“Fuck.” Nicky gasps out thinking of his Yusuf again and reaches for his cock that feels close to bursting, “AHH…” He shouts again, another strike at the bundle of nerves nearly taking him off his feet, then another and another in quick succession and then he’s coming with barely a touch. His cock spends against the stall, body electrified and nerves flayed raw as Cillian returns to his previous torturous pace and takes care to avoid his prostate. He’s breathing hard, thankful for the respite when the other man reaches around him and cups his scrotum.

Cillian’s hand massages his balls, tugging and rolling and Nicky twitches, emptying out with broken spurts until he’s twitching dry. Cillian’s hand doesn’t stop and instead slides up and wraps around him in a loose grip and pulls slow to match the pace of his thrusts. “Argh...” Nicolò cries oversensitive, his hips pitching forward, “Uhhh...” he’s unable to stop the slew of sounds coming from his mouth and he’s only realized his cock hadn’t soften. “Ahh... please” Nicky whines as Cillian gives a sharp thrust at his abused prostate that threatens to overwhelm him and holds there grinding against him. “Please, please please...” He’s begging, body trapped between two points of too much sensation. It hurts, but in the best way. Joe His voice breaks and he’s coming again. Cock seizing and releasing so hard that his chest tightens and he gets dizzy. His cry stuck somewhere in his lungs and his vision blurring.

It startles him when a head leans on his shoulder and a hand runs across his chest to stroke along his sternum. Nicky turns his head and he’s met with warm brown eyes and a wide smile. He’s coming down and feels that the other man was softening inside of him. He’s gasping and trying to orient himself when Cillian’s hand move from his sternum to grab his chin and pull him into a kiss. He feels too like sand to actually reciprocate but he lets the other in anyway and he roots around his mouth before pulling back with a stinging bite at his lower lip. “I’m not quite sure how I feel but, I don’t think I like your husband very much” The other man says holding his gaze and it takes Nicky time to process the words while his mind knits itself together. “I’m sorry” Nicky whispers sincerely as realization dawns at the possibility that he might have been thinking out loud.

“Hmm...” Cillian hums and glances down to give a hard pinch to his nipple but the sensation was a dull one because he hasn’t yet fully formed. “I’m sorry,” Nicky repeats and concentrates on feeling his fingers and toes, “it’s a compliment” he finishes then concentrates on the position of his knees and torso until everything slips back into place. Cillian snorts a laugh and turns to meet his eyes again “and here I thought I was going to change your life” Cillian says with a smirk tugging at his mouth. Nicky is happy to see it, for a moment he thought he had ruined the man’s night. “It’s an insurmountable bar” Nicky replies and Cillian gives an expression that says he was going to argue, “but you did well. Thank you.” Nicky smiles cutting him off and causing him to chuckle. “Alright than” Cillian exhales straightening up behind him and sliding his hands to Nicky’s hips, “Have you caught your balance?” he asks on a serious note. Nicky plants his feet, gives a “Yes” and Cillian reaches for his softened member to secure the condom as he pulls out.

Nicky felt... very good. Sated and light and maybe a little confused at this encounter but very much ready to see his husband.

**********

Nicky takes the long road home.

He walks a slow pace in order to have time to process his thoughts and his feelings. There was something akin to guilt that wanted to bloom in his chest. It confounded him because he knows there was no reason for it. He knows just as Joe knows that all that he is and all that he has is with his Yusuf. Burrowed deep in his heart and his bones and his smile and his touch. He knows just as Joe knows that no one he took could ever mean anything other than what they were accomplishing in the moment. He knows and Joe knows that these encounters are only a buildup to what would be an ecstatically pleasing night. He knows and Joe knows, but there is a weight on his chest.

Nicky’s mind had never wandered to his husband before, he’s never sought familiarity before, and he’s never noticed similarities before. All the things that made his tryst with the passing man the best that he’s had since he and Joe had decided to explore this very specific thing. It made him feel odd. As if maybe he shouldn’t have. As if he was wrong. As if for a fraction of a moment, he really had wanted another other than his husband. Cheated, He felt as if he cheated.

The odd feeling took shape and flooded his chest with a heat so sudden that he chokes on air. He needed to get home and tell his Yusuf that he had cheated.

*

Nicolò had worked himself into a frenzy.

His thoughts kept drifting to the odd feeling that sat at his diaphragm and then to Joe and how he would react. This thing that they did usually required some pretending on their part for certain emotions. But as it stands, he really did feel strange/bad/wrong about it so there would be no pretending needed, only Joe’s glorious fury.
He grew hotter and hotter the more he thought of it and by the time he reached home he had to stand outside for several minutes and collect himself prior to entering.

Nicky stepped through the door pulse racing and as expected Joe was standing in the foyer to greet him. They had a dialogue routine for this part, ‘where have you been’ or ‘why are you late?’, but Nicky spoke first as soon as the door closed behind him.

"Yusuf I cheated” Nicky says all at once, “I cheated. At the bar”. He finishes, pulse bounding and peers deep into his husband’s eyes to make him understand. There was a mask of confusion as Joe observed him and tried to make out what he wasn’t saying. “There was a man,” Nicolò continued and the odd thing on his chest flared again and with it another wave of arousal, “He… reminded me of you” Nicky hesitated for a moment to be sure he had chosen the words correctly, “I’m sorry” He ends with a slow exhale and sees recognition flash in his Yusuf’s stunning brown eyes. His face turned impassive and Nicky’s skin felt too hot for the rest of him.

"You're sorry?" Yusuf’s tone was mocking and Nicolò’s palms began to sweat awaiting his husband’s ire. “You don’t seem sorry Nicolò.” He advances with a sneer and Nicky’s breaths quickened, “You let him fuck you?” He drops his voice as he speaks, “Tell me what you did” Yusuf demands and Nicolò feels the sweat clinging his shirt to his back, “Tell me where.” Joe ends, eyes darkened with lust and Nicky struggles to think of words. “In the bathroom,” He gets out, voice barely a whisper “He fucked me in the bathroom” his voice cracks at the way Joe’s nostrils flared, “Against the stall” Nicolò finished with a sharp exhale of air waiting for his husband to act.

“Did you beg for it?” Joe sneers grasping his neck and Nicky goes very still, lust lighting his spine on fire. “Of course you did” He continues before Nicolò could answer. Splaying fingers across and cradling his chin and jaw, “a slut like you, you’re not sorry, you loved it” Joe says derisively and tightens his grip from uncomfortable to painful, “It’s what you live for, you need nothing else, you could live on cock alone”. It was hard to tell whether it was his stomach or his heart that was in threat of expelling from his mouth but the words grabbed a hold of one and he couldn’t take a breath without feeling the flip of it. He couldn’t speak, words simply lost to him in his state of arousal, he only shuddered, keeping from sliding to the floor by Joe’s grip alone. “Look at you” Joe mocks and jerks his head side to side, “You’d fall to your knees if I let you” His hand relinquished the hold on his jaw to side along his throat and clasp around his windpipe, “do you think you deserve that?” Joe speaks wrenching him closer by the throat, “you think you deserve to be on your knees for me?” Nicolò feels he might explode. There was a high chance he would find death by Joe’s hands tonight and he could only hope it wasn’t his last.

“Pl-plea...” he tries to beg but loses the sound when Joe squeezes and cuts off his air. “You don’t you little slut,” he wrenches him forward again “you don’t deserve it, you don’t deserve anything. You’ll only take what you’re given.” Nicolò sobs, chest convulsing wildly and then falls back against the door like a heavy sack when Joe releases him suddenly.

“You are a disgrace Nicolò, and I will set you properly” he’s shaking enough to make his teeth chatter when Joe speaks again, voice commanding “Go to the bedroom, crawl if you have to”. He has to. His legs are liquid and could not support his weight if he tried. His back slides along the door until he’s sitting on the ground and looking up at Joe’s gorgeous eyes filled with dark promises. “If you’re not naked before I get there your punishment will be worse” Joe states then turns from him and walks towards the living room. Nicky takes the moment to inhale deeply and force air into his lungs. He would hate to suffocate before whatever the love of his life had planned for him.


Nicky isn’t sure how long he’s made to wait but it’s enough that his debilitating need has waned. He was thankful for it because he wanted everything Joe would give him and that meant lasting for the night. He was naked as requested and standing facing the wall. Joe hadn’t given instructions of what he should be doing so this was the safest option. He was breathing deep and slow, flooding oxygen into his cells and clearing his mind while he waited. He was still very aroused but he could think and his cock was only semi-hard with anticipation. When Joe walks in he brings a tension with him that threatens that in the most delicious way.

He did not forestall being touched there this early on so Nicky nearly jumps out of his skin when Joe’s grabs him from below his ass and rubs fingers in between his cheeks. “Did he come inside you?” Joe questioned, middle and pointer finger prodding where he was still wet with lube and Nicky wishes the other man had. “No.” He says barely recognizing his own voice and Joe pushes inside him, his body accepting the intrusion easily and welcoming it. Nicky rocks forward and groans when Yusuf crooks his fingers needing to see for himself. “That’s surprising.” His voice an inflection of disbelief, “He must have seen you for what you are” he scissors the two and strokes along Nicolò’s inner walls with purpose, “didn’t want to risk catching disease from a dirty slut” Joe finishes with the pad of his fingers pushing hard at Nicky’s prostate and he couldn’t stop his cry if he tried.

Yusuf pulls his fingers free as soon as the yell escapes him and Nicky takes quick breaths to find that control he had worked so hard on regaining. Yusuf is rubbing his fingers clean along Nicolò’s back when he speaks again, “Did you think you were going to get fucked tonight?” Yusuf mocks and walks around to face him, “Haven’t you already done that?” he quirks a brow, “how will you learn to change if you get the things that you want?” Joe chides and Nicky’s lost in the heat of his eyes. His cock is back to full standing and his body is on fire and his Yusuf is so gorgeous and so deadly and Nicky wants nothing than to be consumed by him.

A moment passes between them and Nicolò realizes his husband is waiting for him to answer. “I…” he trails off, no words coming to him. He’s unsure which question Joe wants answered and he has suspicion that whatever he says will make things worse. He usually doesn’t mind a little worse but he would prefer to come at some point during the night. Joe scoffs at his non-answer and reaches to grab his jaw in a firm hold, “alright,” he says, tone bothered “I guess we’ll find a better use for your mouth” He finishes digging at the indentation in the bone and Nicky’s stomach his flipping again.

Nicky swallows dryly, and tries not to react and show his delight at the thought. He knows it’s obvious in his eyes but there’s nothing he can do about that. “Kneel since you like it so much” Joe’s tone of disdain makes his blood boil and Nicky sinks to his knees. “That’s where you belong isn’t it?” Joe pinches at Nicolò’s mouth to hurt and pushes fingers passed his teeth when he groans opened mouth, “On your knees for cock” Joe scorns and Nicky can’t do anything but moan when the words goes to his. “Disgusting Nicolò. You are shameful” Yusuf uses the digits to press down at his tongue and Nicky is trying hard to suck at them despite of it.

“Did he fuck your mouth?” Joe asks, pumping his fingers out and then in again as Nicky seizes the opportunity to work his tongue around them. “Answer” Joe demands shoving in harshly and Nicolò shakes his head ‘no’ vigorously. “I am” Joe says fingers so deep that he would gag had he not lost that reflex long ago, “I’m going to fuck your throat raw and then” He accentuates with a hard jab as Nicky drools around him, “Then I’m going to beat your ass raw as well for thinking a slut like you deserved anything”. Nicky’s eyes shut and a shudder runs through him, “Eyes open,” Joe says pushing at his palate to force his head back, “Look at me when I talk to you”. Nicky’s eyes fluttered open, mouth agape, “I am going to fuck your mouth and beat your ass and if you come I am going to tie you to the bed and leave you for the weekend” Joe gruffs out and Nicky’s eyes shuts again beyond his control and his throat vibrates with choked moan that he fought to hold back. “Eyes open” Joe says pulling his fingers free and Nicky’s head snaps back in place.

It was a demand that he was doomed to fail. His cock, heavy, engorged with the foreskin stretching taut, had already begun to leak and Joe gaze roaming over him means the man was quite aware. The idea thrilled him to the core but his husband has never made such a threat. Nicky was as afraid that he would really do it as he was excited that he would really do it.

Joe takes more time than necessary to get his belt undone and his pants unbutton and Nicky feels that it is for his benefit. He uses it to suck in deep through his nose hoping to settle the fire in his gut but it was no use. Not when Joe was taking himself in hand, jeans and boxers pushed down to just below his balls and advancing. Nicky’s mouth watered but he didn’t want to do the wrong thing and have Joe turn away from him so he kept still, arms at his side and eyes darting between Joe’s his face and cock.