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Re: Fill: BUYER'S REMORSE (Nicky/Joe, bdsm slave auction) pt. 3
Date: 2020-10-06 05:09 pm (UTC)Then Joe tried to fuck himself on the toy.
He rolled his hips, slowly working himself down the toy as he fucked against Nicky's hand. He dropped his head back, panting for air as he moved. Words tumbled from his mouth, a mumbled incoherent mix of please and swallowed groans. His body demanded more, but it took everything Joe had not to cross that line. Not yet, not until sir said he could.
He missed the wicked grin or he would have had a warning before Nicky turned up the vibrations.
Joe wailed, brought right to the edge. He could feel the pressure building and he shuddered before Nicky abruptly pulled the toy from him. He gasped in shock, greedy hole grasping for more and feeling so empty without him.
"You-" an accusation, pretty brown eyes blown back with want, his sweat damp curls plastered to skull, and Joe was going to bite his lip bloody.
Nicky loved it, and dragged his palms along his pet's quivering thighs, felt him strain against him. His cock twitched, flushed impossibly red.
"Me."
"Ni-"
"Sir."
"Sir!" Joe moaned, and Nicky rose to kiss him. Pinned him to the bed, and dragged his cock along Joe's hip. Nicky kissed him hard enough to bruise and all he could do was hold on.
Nicky cupped his balls, fingers pressing into the soft skin beneath their heft, and Joe thrummed like a live wire, groaning into their kiss as Nicky tasted every inch of him. "Do you want to come, pet?" He whispered. "Or do you want my cock?"
And the pretty, pretty thing just stared, like he'd forgotten how to speak.
It was cruel to make him choose only one. How could anyone be forced to pick? He surged upwards, demanding a kiss instead of an answer and taking Nicky by surprise. Desperation turned to something softer as Nicky pushed him back into the pillows, promising torment but also tenderness with just his mouth alone.
It made the decision easier.
"You." Joe breathed. "I want you, sir."
Who was Nicky to ever deny him?
"Good answer, sweetheart. You'll get everything you deserve." He held Joe down and pressed against his already slick hole, fucking down easily and driving a low groan from deep in Joe's chest. He moved slowly and deliberately, taking his time to break Joe on his cock, prolonging the sweet torture until Joe was nearly incoherent.
"Good boy."
Somewhere between slow, aching thrusts, Nicky lost his shirt, but Joe had never let go of his arm, grip digging into Nicky's bicep like a brand. His face was flushed as determination left him barely even breathing, but Nicky felt every ragged inhale in the way he tensed around his cock. He was leaking constantly now, a puddle between their bellies, his babbling gone soft but constant.
When Nicky pulled away at the last moment, the last time, Joe's entire body locked up, and tears caught on his long lashes. All he could manage was one, broken, "Please."
And Nicky was drunk on knowing that in that moment, Joe was entirely his.
He buried himself to the hilt and drove Joe with him. Release was easy, welcoming them with open arms. White hot pleasure coursed through his veins, and all Nicky knew was how Joe felt when he came, whispering thank you thank you thank you, like he'd lost everything else.
Nicky collapsed on top of him, feeling bigger than himself, floating higher than his skin. Joe's grip eased, and he'd gone sweetly quiet, subvocal, tucked against Nicky's side. His eyes were closed, lips parted. Nicky had seen men less serene in benediction.
He really was beautiful. Nicky had said it often, but he'd meant every word of it. From the tousled hair to the curve of his mouth to the lean lines of his body. If it wasn't such blasphemy, he could spend a thousand years worshipping at the altar of this man. But it was the smile, peaceful and still with the promise of mischief that intrigued him. The light in the deep brown eyes that spoke of kindness and desire.
Nicky realized with a start that he wanted to know Joe.
That was going to be some trouble.
Nicky wanted to lie there, mess or no mess, tired and languid with the other man in his arms, but Joe deserved gentleness and it was Nicky's turn to take care of him. He pressed a kiss to Joe's sweaty temple and slid out of bed, snagging the discarded towel and grabbing two cool bottles of water from the mini fridge.
"Here." He said, pressing the bottle to Joe's lips. "Drink just a little. You did such a good job, I am so proud of you."
A soft protest escaped Joe as he pulled away, and Nicky almost rushed back just for it, but he watched him with those warm eyes. It made Nicky want to do something reckless. Joe was practically glowing. "Thank you, sir."
"Nicky is good. We're done for now," he whispered, drawing a line at the end. He liked it when it spilled over sometimes, but not now, not when Joe hummed and rolled away, so they could both avoid the wet spot. Nicky followed after then cleaned him up and tossed the towel somewhere into oblivion. He was finding it difficult to notice anything that wasn't Joe.
Joe pulled him back in first, pressing his face insistently into Nicky's chest. Nicky's hand found his hair like he'd been drawn to it. It was easy to tilt Joe's head up like this, so Nicky coaxed him into a kiss. That was easy too.
He slowly ran his hands down Joe's body, finding each little bruise and scrape, and trying to sooth away the hurt. It wasn't too much, just a faint coloring to Joe's skin, nothing rough enough to leave much of a mark, but he still kissed them all away.
Joe seemed unsure of what came next and caught between lazily preening under all the attention and escaping now that their game was over. "Do you want me to stay?"
"Do you want to stay?"
The question seemed to catch Joe off guard. "He usually sends me away when he's done." No one had to explain who he was.
Nicky brushed his fingers through Joe's curls and smiled. "I like having you here. You can stay as long as you want to."
"I have a room downstairs. It's okay," Joe mumbled, but he'd pressed in closer, his entire face shoved his face into Nicky's clavicle. Nicky happily refused to let him go.
You can stay forever.
He very carefully swallowed those words down. "Are you going to be alright with him, when this is all over?"
Joe hummed. "I don't know. Maybe? You can't ask questions after fucking my brain out it's not fair."
He was in the perfect spot to kiss his brow. Nicky did exactly that.
They shared a laugh and it felt good, as much of a release as anything else. It left them tired and happy, curled together in a private, intimate space where the real world didn't seem to exist.
"You can stay. You don't have to think right now, with your poor fucked out brain. But you can always stay."
He left that offer out between them and pulled the sheets up higher, fussing over Joe's comfort to make sure his partner was taken care of. He was rewarded with a smile, small and genuine that caused Nicky's heart to knock against his ribs.
He didn't ask for more, wasn't sure that he wanted to, but they fell asleep tangled in one another.
In the morning, Joe's phone rang shrill and loud, and Nicky just watched as he hung up without answering and very pointedly blocked a number.
Two days later, he didn't ask for more, but he had Joe's number, and Nicky knew he was going to.
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Re: Fill: BUYER'S REMORSE (Nicky/Joe, bdsm slave auction) pt. 3
Date: 2020-10-06 06:13 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: BUYER'S REMORSE (Nicky/Joe, bdsm slave auction) pt. 3
Date: 2020-10-06 07:00 pm (UTC)