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Fill: Nicky/Joe, voyeurism
Date: 2020-08-18 11:59 am (UTC)Number ten thousand and thirty six of the things Nicky wishes he didn’t know about Joe: he loves to bury his face between a woman’s legs, kissing her in her most intimate places until she cries out with pleasure. Nicky wishes he didn’t know this, but he does, because nearly every time he comes home early from the market or from gathering wood, this is how he finds Joe.
As Nicky eyes them through the gap between the back door and its frame, he tells himself that he’s just watching to make sure Joe is done before he barges into the room. And as his cock grows painfully hard as he sees Joe’s face emerge from the washerwoman’s thighs, his beard glistening with the proof of her pleasure, he tells himself it’s because he wishes he was in Joe’s place, to have a woman coming apart under his tongue and fingers.
When Joe enters the woman, Nicky can’t help himself anymore and drops the bread and cheese he had gone out to buy on the ground, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking in time with Joe’s deep thrusts. Joe has the largest cock Nicky has ever seen—not that he’s seen so many, admittedly—and the washerwoman actually screams as Joe pushes in the first time. At first Nicky isn’t sure whether it’s from pleasure or from pain, but he realises soon enough it’s the former as he sees her arching into each thrust, her nails scratching at Joe’s back to pull him closer.
Number ten thousand and thirty seven of the things Nicky didn’t need to know, Joe is a remarkably considerate lover. Even as his hips piston into her, driving her up the bed, one of Joe’s hands is cupping her breast, his finger tracing her nipple, while his other hand is between her legs, right above where they are joined, rubbing at her in a way that drags plaintive mewls from her lips.
It’s those noises that she’s making that has him so turned on, Nicky thinks as he strokes himself faster, barely suppressing a moan as his thumb rubs over the head. It’s the way that her breasts are bouncing with each deep thrust Joe gives her that has him aching.
The woman comes again around Joe’s cock, crying out her pleasure so loudly that it’s a miracle the neighbours haven’t come over to see what’s going on, Nicky thinks as he works his cock frantically, nearly on the edge himself, just needing something, a little bit more. Joe still hasn’t come, but he pulls out, careful of her oversensitivity and of the danger of getting her pregnant. He’s close, Nicky knows, as he watches Joe slot his thick shaft between the woman’s thighs. Still boneless from her own release, she presses her legs together obediently, giving him a tight space to thrust into. Nicky watches, fascinated, as Joe’s straining cock disappears and reappears between her slick thighs, and when he sees Joe’s release spattering across her legs and the dark thatch of hair between them, hears Joe’s low groan as he finds his pleasure, Nicky spills all over his own hand, only just managing to keep quiet. It was the sight of her marked so filthily, he tells himself. It was the thought of being the one to let go between her thighs like that that made him come so hard.
It’s a little harder to justify his arousal when Joe’s lover of the week is a man. But still, Nicky thinks as he strokes himself watching the butcher’s son gagging on Joe’s length, a wet mouth is a wet mouth and it’s not surprising that he’s turned on by the thought of feeding his own cock through those pink lips.
They’ve been travelling together for twenty years, and Nicky has lost count of the times he’s seen Joe through a window or a cracked door, making love in every way possible. He has watched him spill across a woman’s cheek who groaned as if it were the nectar of the gods he had painted her with. He has watched him offer his own hands to be tied to the bedposts while a man rides him, moaning his enjoyment. He has watched him, one particularly memorable time, with two sisters at once, his cock buried deep inside one while the other sat on his face, Joe lapping eagerly at her. Every time, Nicky has come hard, been forced to clean up the spill before going to greet Joe as if nothing had happened.
He should have known that his luck would run out one day. Joe has the local barman squirming on his length. Apparently he isn’t moving fast enough for Joe’s tastes, because Joe flips them so that he can really drive into the man, and that’s when his eyes lock with Nicky’s through the window. Nicky ducks, but he knows it’s too late. He knows that Joe saw him standing there, his pants down around his ankles, fucking his own first as he watched Joe wreck the bartender.
He hears the bartender’s cry, knows that he has spilled against Joe’s belly, but he doesn’t hear Joe’s answering moan. Nicky wants to look up, to understand why Joe hasn’t found his own release, but he’s too terrified to. He hears the front door close, and then footsteps, and when he opens his eyes, Joe is standing in front of him, full nude in their garden, cock thick and weeping, with a kind smile on his face.
“All this time,” Joe murmured. “All this time, could I have had the one I truly want?” And in that moment between when he crouches there, heart pounding, and when he surges to take Joe in his arms, Nicky realises that it wasn’t the washerwoman’s pert breasts, or the thought of burying his cock into the butcher’s son that lit the fire in him. It was Joe, all along.
Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe, voyeurism
Date: 2020-08-18 02:57 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe, voyeurism
Date: 2020-08-18 04:05 pm (UTC)The villagers were probably pretty disappointed when Joe and Nicky got together, ha.
Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe, voyeurism
Date: 2020-08-18 05:17 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe, voyeurism
Date: 2020-08-20 05:59 am (UTC)