“You’re already so desperate for it,” Joe says and settles a tight grip into his hair as he brings his perfect cock to Nicolò’s lips, “Open” and Nicky does much too eager for what is supposed to be the first step in his punishment. Joe pushes in slow and Nicky couldn’t stop the flick of his tongue at the slit to taste him once the plush head passed his lips. He’s rewarded with a sharp tug of his hair for his troubles as Joe pulls back out. He has to swallow to holds the whimper of disappointment at his throat. “I said I was going to fuck your mouth Nicolò, that means you don’t do anything but take it” Joe looks down at him with dark eyes and Nicky presses his lips tight against the phantom weight on him. “This isn’t for your pleasure Nicolò” Joe tugs at his hair and the sting at his scalp shoots to his cock and dripples more pre-come, “Dirty sluts like you don’t get what they want, that’s what you’re learning” Joe continues, his voice disparaging and Nicky tries to think of how he is going to make it to the spanking. “Do you understand?” Joe asks eyes wide and face stormy, “Yes”. Nicky answers quickly, voice hoarse with need.
Joe wastes no time pressing back against his lips and starts the slow push in again. Nicky fights against his nerves and focuses on breathing through his nose instead as the cock fills him slowly, heavy on tongue and bitter with pre-come. His husband doesn’t stop pushing in until his cock has hit the back of Nicky’s throat. He holds there and Nicky swallows unable to help himself as he breathes in the scent of Joe, nose resting against his pubic. Joe moans up above him and Nicky looks up to see his eyes are closed. He swallows around the thick of him again and Joe’s hips gives a miniscule jerk before he’s pulling out and slamming back in.
He starts a brutal pace right away and Nicky’s eyes are rolling in his head whenever Joe pushes in so far to hinder his breathing. He’s at this point mastered the art of breath control but the feel of it is driving him quickly off the edge.
“Look at you” Joe is gasping over him and Nicky makes sure to swallow him down whenever his husband is at his throat, “Fuck, look at you, so desperate, just where you belong” Joe gravels out and Nicky is moaning around him when the words wrap around his cock, “I should keep you here just like this” Joe grunts stroking at his scalp and Nicky recognizes that as a sign that he’s getting close. Nicky hollows his cheeks and sucks and Joe stutters on the next thrust of his hips, “Fuck, I should. Put you to what you’re good at, just a slutty cock-warmer” Joe speaks in between heavy pants and Nicolò is convulsing around him when his spine turns to molten magma and shoots through him. His balls pulsing and his cock shooting ropes of come against his chest and unto the floor. “Fuck, Fuck,” Joe is gasping above him continuing his brutal pace as Nicky moans and swallows around him, eyes shut and cock spurting out endlessly. His legs thighs were trembling and he was glad Joe was holding on to him or he would sink into the floor. “Fuck, Nico.” Joe cries out in one final push and stays lodge in his throat as he comes with a loud groan. Nicky swallows all of him, working his tongue against his cock and sucking tight as his husband grinds against his face.
“Fuck” Joe breathes when he’s softened and pulls out. His hand stroking the back of Nicky’s scalp and holding him steady when Nicky leans into his touch. Joe’s gaze is the most tender he’s seen it for the night when Nicky looks up at him, worn out, cells vibrating and his throat indeed very raw. Joe’s tugging his head up and then he’s leaning down to kiss him and Nicky meets him greedy for it. It’s a slow kiss, wherein he maps out Nicky’s mouth and licks the taste of his come and Nicky is moaning into his mouth from the sensitivity. Joe pulls back and keeps his level as he speaks, “I told you what would happen if you came” He whispers and Nicky’s soft cock gives an interested twitch. He had thought that they were done when Joe kissed him tenderly but it seemed that wasn’t the case.
“I didn’t mean to” His voice breaks, raw from abused and his lust, “You make me feel so good” He whispers hoping that he could seduce his husband to simply forgive him and take them to bed. Joe smiles and gives a kiss to his forehead, then his nose and a peck on the lips then pulls back, “Not for long.” He says and Nicky’s cock gives another attempt at hardening. Joe could be cruel when he wanted and Nicky loved every second of it. “Go and kneel across the bed,” Joe lets go of his hair stepping back to tuck himself into his pants, “Look at this mess,” He says noticing the puddle of come on the floor, “I should make you clean this up” His abdomen clenches, becoming warm at the thought and Joe scoffs as he buttons his pants. “A disgrace Nicolò” he says reaching for his jaw to pull his head further up, “Are you really never satisfied?” Joe squeezes hard until he grunts and then he’s let go, the sensation of the pain diminishing sending tingles through his jaw and neck. “I am going to beat it out of you, to the bed, go” Joe repeats and Nicky forces his body to move, shuffling on his knees to bed as his husband walks around him.
"I probably couldn't leave you for the weekend,” Nicky hears from across the room as his upper torso and his cheek sinks into the mattress, “Arms too.” Joe says and he stretches his arms flat above his head. “It’d would be a disservice to myself when I can have you at my feet instead” Joe continues and Nicky gives a breath of relief though his hips against the mattress. “Hah, got it” Joe says and Nicky searches until Joe walks into his peripheral holding a black leather paddle. He humps the mattress again with a low groan and turns his head to force his face into the sheets to shut his eyes and muffle his sounds. “Shameful,” Joe says and Nicky knows he’s coming closer by the sound of his voice, “after having just come. You’re really that much of a filthy slut” Joe’s voice is even closer and Nicky takes a mouth full sheet as he’s grinding against the bed. He has definitely gotten hard again and this beating was for sure going to end him.
Joe’s hand is into his hair again, pulling back to look at him and Nicky looks back raw and open in anticipation, his eyes wet at the edges and Joe’s gaze changes to something tender like he would stop. Nicky has come too far for mercy now so he wrenches his head away from the grip to dig his face against the sheets and grind against the bed all while moaning exaggeratedly.
The first hit of the firm leather across his cheeks causes him to choke and lifts his torso off the bed, the second immediately after was harder and caused his hips to cant forward against the bed with an “Ahh…” pulled from his throat and on the third his brain had caught up to what was happening. “Yusuf” He breathes out and laid back across the bed to brace himself for the hits. They didn’t use this often in their games because it required fast continues hits to make an effect against the healing of his body. But when they did use it, his Yusuf was relentless. Nicky felt the pain was worse in between the strikes, when the pressure was gone and the flesh was reacting and Yusuf liked to give many strikes in a row then pause to let him become sensitive and then begin again.
Nicky wasn’t going to make it. He had the sheets gripped in his hands and his teeth when Yusuf gave him pause and he felt the sting of the air across the beaten area then the sensation of blood filling. He sobbed before he could help it and Yusuf was reaching for him again, pulling his hair back to look at his face moist with a few escaped tears and the tenderness in his eyes returned. Nicky shakes his head and tries to pull his head away, “Nico…” Joe begins and Nicky shakes his head against the sheets. He doesn’t want Joe to stop because he felt for him. He wanted Joe to take all of him. His breath, his life, his soul, his everything.
“Fuck me Yusuf”, he mumbles against the sheets, “Fuck me Yusuf” he repeats having pulled his head up to be audible, “Please, I need to feel you, please my love” Nicky finishes blinking as another tear drops escapes him. “You are hurt” Joe says and rubs his scalp, “That will pass. I will hurt more if you’re not inside me” Nicky insists leaning into his touch, “Please. I will die without you”. Nicky was absolutely certain that he would and he lifted off the bed to kiss his husband deep and strokes a hand through his beard. “Joe, it is already healing, please” Nicky knocks his forehead against him and smiles when his Yusuf does the same. “We’re using lube” Joe says sliding back to stand, “No.” He holds a hand up as Nicky prepared to counter, “You are already hurt, I will not hurt you more.” He ends definitely and Nicky nods his assent, “Yes. Please hurry”, Nicky states and sets his head back on the bed.
Joe takes much longer to find the lube than necessary and Nicky knows it is because he was stalling so Nicky could calm down and heal properly. “You think you’re so clever” Nicky says once Joe walks into his line of sight and it affirms that he is correct when his husband smiles, “Are you less manic?” He asks walking around to settle behind Nicky and lay a gentle hand on the fading red marks of the leather. “I was not manic” Nicky says shifting beneath his touch and asking for more. “Next time I will not do so many” Joe states rubbing along the flesh, “Next time you must do more” Nicolò counters, “and then tie for me the weekend” His cock twitching at the thought. “And miss the use of your slut mouth?” Joe speaks voice lowered like before and Nicky humps against the bed unable to escape the heat of the words. “Yusuf, I’m ready now please”, Nicolò cries and gives a pleased moans at the feel of Yusuf’s hand pulling apart his cheek and pressing at his entrance.
He gives small incremental thrusts pushing a little more each time until he’s breached Nicky’s hole and pushing in. “Yes, Joe” Nicky says pushing back to mix him. It burns even with the lube and Nicky relishes that fact and is grinding back against his husband until Joes starts pulling out and pumping in. Nicky has his grips against the sheets again, mouth open and moaning obscenely, words falling out of his control. There is still a tenderness from the paddle and each hit of Joe’s hips against his ass is electric through him. “Please, please, please” Nicky’s crying and it only takes one strike against his prostate before he’s seizing and coming against the sheets, vision whitening out and sinking deep within the sheets.
He's vaguely aware of being made to drink water and of being cleaned up but then its morning. There is sun streaming through the curtains and he’s blinking in confusion. Yusuf’s arms are around him and Nicolò runs his fingers across his palms. “You’re awake?” Joe says reaching over and Nicolò turns his head to meet him halfway. “Are you alright?” He implored, eyes dripping with compassion. “I am...” Nicky begins but is unsure how to continue. Holy, transcendent, “Yes” he says instead, “Thank you Joe” Nicolò finishes and doesn’t know how to convey how deeply he means it. The other man smiles, his eyes crinkling into fine lines and Nicolò feels breathless again and sees that he understands. “You were dazed much longer, I was worried I went too far” Joe states stroking his thumb along Nicky’s forearm, “You can never go too far” Nicky replies sincerely, “I will always have more to give you” Joe noses at his shoulder with a pleased noise of assent, “and I, you” he finished and reaches forward to press a lingering kiss on his lips then settles back with his head cradled in Nicky’s neck, hugging him a bit tighter.
“So tell me about him” Joe says once he’s comfortable, “That’s inconsequential” Nicky replies shutting his eyes and ready to return to sleep, “Of course it isn’t,” Joe begins, no doubt ready to say something ridiculous, “I’d like to know the name of the man who sent my Nicolò home with such a need of me. I want to thank him. Maybe gift him a bouquet”. Nicky smiles despite himself, “that is cruel” he says and feels like he might laugh, “You like it when I’m cruel” Joe responds and kisses his shoulder. “Yes,” Nicolò says drifting off, “You may share it with no one else”.
FILL: Nicky/Joe - Infidelity kink, degradation kink, spanking, rough sex , crying 3/3
Joe wastes no time pressing back against his lips and starts the slow push in again. Nicky fights against his nerves and focuses on breathing through his nose instead as the cock fills him slowly, heavy on tongue and bitter with pre-come. His husband doesn’t stop pushing in until his cock has hit the back of Nicky’s throat. He holds there and Nicky swallows unable to help himself as he breathes in the scent of Joe, nose resting against his pubic. Joe moans up above him and Nicky looks up to see his eyes are closed. He swallows around the thick of him again and Joe’s hips gives a miniscule jerk before he’s pulling out and slamming back in.
He starts a brutal pace right away and Nicky’s eyes are rolling in his head whenever Joe pushes in so far to hinder his breathing. He’s at this point mastered the art of breath control but the feel of it is driving him quickly off the edge.
“Look at you” Joe is gasping over him and Nicky makes sure to swallow him down whenever his husband is at his throat, “Fuck, look at you, so desperate, just where you belong” Joe gravels out and Nicky is moaning around him when the words wrap around his cock, “I should keep you here just like this” Joe grunts stroking at his scalp and Nicky recognizes that as a sign that he’s getting close. Nicky hollows his cheeks and sucks and Joe stutters on the next thrust of his hips, “Fuck, I should. Put you to what you’re good at, just a slutty cock-warmer” Joe speaks in between heavy pants and Nicolò is convulsing around him when his spine turns to molten magma and shoots through him. His balls pulsing and his cock shooting ropes of come against his chest and unto the floor. “Fuck, Fuck,” Joe is gasping above him continuing his brutal pace as Nicky moans and swallows around him, eyes shut and cock spurting out endlessly. His legs thighs were trembling and he was glad Joe was holding on to him or he would sink into the floor. “Fuck, Nico.” Joe cries out in one final push and stays lodge in his throat as he comes with a loud groan. Nicky swallows all of him, working his tongue against his cock and sucking tight as his husband grinds against his face.
“Fuck” Joe breathes when he’s softened and pulls out. His hand stroking the back of Nicky’s scalp and holding him steady when Nicky leans into his touch. Joe’s gaze is the most tender he’s seen it for the night when Nicky looks up at him, worn out, cells vibrating and his throat indeed very raw. Joe’s tugging his head up and then he’s leaning down to kiss him and Nicky meets him greedy for it. It’s a slow kiss, wherein he maps out Nicky’s mouth and licks the taste of his come and Nicky is moaning into his mouth from the sensitivity. Joe pulls back and keeps his level as he speaks, “I told you what would happen if you came” He whispers and Nicky’s soft cock gives an interested twitch. He had thought that they were done when Joe kissed him tenderly but it seemed that wasn’t the case.
“I didn’t mean to” His voice breaks, raw from abused and his lust, “You make me feel so good” He whispers hoping that he could seduce his husband to simply forgive him and take them to bed. Joe smiles and gives a kiss to his forehead, then his nose and a peck on the lips then pulls back, “Not for long.” He says and Nicky’s cock gives another attempt at hardening. Joe could be cruel when he wanted and Nicky loved every second of it. “Go and kneel across the bed,” Joe lets go of his hair stepping back to tuck himself into his pants, “Look at this mess,” He says noticing the puddle of come on the floor, “I should make you clean this up” His abdomen clenches, becoming warm at the thought and Joe scoffs as he buttons his pants. “A disgrace Nicolò” he says reaching for his jaw to pull his head further up, “Are you really never satisfied?” Joe squeezes hard until he grunts and then he’s let go, the sensation of the pain diminishing sending tingles through his jaw and neck. “I am going to beat it out of you, to the bed, go” Joe repeats and Nicky forces his body to move, shuffling on his knees to bed as his husband walks around him.
"I probably couldn't leave you for the weekend,” Nicky hears from across the room as his upper torso and his cheek sinks into the mattress, “Arms too.” Joe says and he stretches his arms flat above his head. “It’d would be a disservice to myself when I can have you at my feet instead” Joe continues and Nicky gives a breath of relief though his hips against the mattress. “Hah, got it” Joe says and Nicky searches until Joe walks into his peripheral holding a black leather paddle. He humps the mattress again with a low groan and turns his head to force his face into the sheets to shut his eyes and muffle his sounds. “Shameful,” Joe says and Nicky knows he’s coming closer by the sound of his voice, “after having just come. You’re really that much of a filthy slut” Joe’s voice is even closer and Nicky takes a mouth full sheet as he’s grinding against the bed. He has definitely gotten hard again and this beating was for sure going to end him.
Joe’s hand is into his hair again, pulling back to look at him and Nicky looks back raw and open in anticipation, his eyes wet at the edges and Joe’s gaze changes to something tender like he would stop. Nicky has come too far for mercy now so he wrenches his head away from the grip to dig his face against the sheets and grind against the bed all while moaning exaggeratedly.
The first hit of the firm leather across his cheeks causes him to choke and lifts his torso off the bed, the second immediately after was harder and caused his hips to cant forward against the bed with an “Ahh…” pulled from his throat and on the third his brain had caught up to what was happening. “Yusuf” He breathes out and laid back across the bed to brace himself for the hits. They didn’t use this often in their games because it required fast continues hits to make an effect against the healing of his body. But when they did use it, his Yusuf was relentless. Nicky felt the pain was worse in between the strikes, when the pressure was gone and the flesh was reacting and Yusuf liked to give many strikes in a row then pause to let him become sensitive and then begin again.
Nicky wasn’t going to make it. He had the sheets gripped in his hands and his teeth when Yusuf gave him pause and he felt the sting of the air across the beaten area then the sensation of blood filling. He sobbed before he could help it and Yusuf was reaching for him again, pulling his hair back to look at his face moist with a few escaped tears and the tenderness in his eyes returned. Nicky shakes his head and tries to pull his head away, “Nico…” Joe begins and Nicky shakes his head against the sheets. He doesn’t want Joe to stop because he felt for him. He wanted Joe to take all of him. His breath, his life, his soul, his everything.
“Fuck me Yusuf”, he mumbles against the sheets, “Fuck me Yusuf” he repeats having pulled his head up to be audible, “Please, I need to feel you, please my love” Nicky finishes blinking as another tear drops escapes him. “You are hurt” Joe says and rubs his scalp, “That will pass. I will hurt more if you’re not inside me” Nicky insists leaning into his touch, “Please. I will die without you”. Nicky was absolutely certain that he would and he lifted off the bed to kiss his husband deep and strokes a hand through his beard. “Joe, it is already healing, please” Nicky knocks his forehead against him and smiles when his Yusuf does the same. “We’re using lube” Joe says sliding back to stand, “No.” He holds a hand up as Nicky prepared to counter, “You are already hurt, I will not hurt you more.” He ends definitely and Nicky nods his assent, “Yes. Please hurry”, Nicky states and sets his head back on the bed.
Joe takes much longer to find the lube than necessary and Nicky knows it is because he was stalling so Nicky could calm down and heal properly. “You think you’re so clever” Nicky says once Joe walks into his line of sight and it affirms that he is correct when his husband smiles, “Are you less manic?” He asks walking around to settle behind Nicky and lay a gentle hand on the fading red marks of the leather. “I was not manic” Nicky says shifting beneath his touch and asking for more. “Next time I will not do so many” Joe states rubbing along the flesh, “Next time you must do more” Nicolò counters, “and then tie for me the weekend” His cock twitching at the thought. “And miss the use of your slut mouth?” Joe speaks voice lowered like before and Nicky humps against the bed unable to escape the heat of the words. “Yusuf, I’m ready now please”, Nicolò cries and gives a pleased moans at the feel of Yusuf’s hand pulling apart his cheek and pressing at his entrance.
He gives small incremental thrusts pushing a little more each time until he’s breached Nicky’s hole and pushing in. “Yes, Joe” Nicky says pushing back to mix him. It burns even with the lube and Nicky relishes that fact and is grinding back against his husband until Joes starts pulling out and pumping in. Nicky has his grips against the sheets again, mouth open and moaning obscenely, words falling out of his control. There is still a tenderness from the paddle and each hit of Joe’s hips against his ass is electric through him. “Please, please, please” Nicky’s crying and it only takes one strike against his prostate before he’s seizing and coming against the sheets, vision whitening out and sinking deep within the sheets.
He's vaguely aware of being made to drink water and of being cleaned up but then its morning. There is sun streaming through the curtains and he’s blinking in confusion. Yusuf’s arms are around him and Nicolò runs his fingers across his palms. “You’re awake?” Joe says reaching over and Nicolò turns his head to meet him halfway.
“Are you alright?” He implored, eyes dripping with compassion. “I am...” Nicky begins but is unsure how to continue. Holy, transcendent, “Yes” he says instead, “Thank you Joe” Nicolò finishes and doesn’t know how to convey how deeply he means it. The other man smiles, his eyes crinkling into fine lines and Nicolò feels breathless again and sees that he understands. “You were dazed much longer, I was worried I went too far” Joe states stroking his thumb along Nicky’s forearm, “You can never go too far” Nicky replies sincerely, “I will always have more to give you” Joe noses at his shoulder with a pleased noise of assent, “and I, you” he finished and reaches forward to press a lingering kiss on his lips then settles back with his head cradled in Nicky’s neck, hugging him a bit tighter.
“So tell me about him” Joe says once he’s comfortable, “That’s inconsequential” Nicky replies shutting his eyes and ready to return to sleep, “Of course it isn’t,” Joe begins, no doubt ready to say something ridiculous, “I’d like to know the name of the man who sent my Nicolò home with such a need of me. I want to thank him. Maybe gift him a bouquet”. Nicky smiles despite himself, “that is cruel” he says and feels like he might laugh, “You like it when I’m cruel” Joe responds and kisses his shoulder. “Yes,” Nicolò says drifting off, “You may share it with no one else”.