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It was amazing what could be different after a flight of just an hour. The weather in LA had been pleasant, if a little warm. Las Vegas, on the other hand, was a fucking oven and Joe was baking. And they hadn't even made it out of the airport yet.
Joe didn't actually care, though. As he followed Nicky through the parking lot to their rental car, all he could think about was that they were getting married in less than nine hours.
This rental car was a blue Audi, and they threw their bags in the backseat before settling in. As soon as the car was on, they opened their windows to let the hot air out and turned on the air conditioning. Sitting down in the passenger seat drove the plug he was wearing right against his prostate, and all Joe wanted was to get Nicky somewhere private and have him take it out and replace it with something much better.
That wasn't going to happen any time soon, though. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" Nicky asked as he pulled the car out of the lot.
"Excited," Joe said. "I don't really believe that this is happening."
"Well, we're about to pick up our license, so maybe that will help." Nicky reached out, resting his hand possessively on Joe's thigh, and in response, Joe spread his legs so he had better access.
He let the heat sink into his bones until they got to the courthouse. He wasn't sure what he expected, but a location that looked like a store in a strip mall wasn't it. Hand-in-hand, they went inside and found that there was a short line. As they waited their turn, he leaned his head against Nicky's shoulder, relaxing at the feel of Nicky's lips against his forehead.
The line moved quickly, and it was easy when they got to the front. They had already entered all of their information online, so they just needed to show their IDs and then Nicky paid for the folder with the simple license in it. They were also told that they'd need to bring it back once their officiant signed it and that they'd need to pay for the official copy of their certificate then.
Joe hoped that Nicky was taking all of this in because he was seriously distracted. Between his disbelief that this was actually happening, the surrealism that was Las Vegas, and the physical sensation of the plug up his ass, he figured he could be forgiven for not following.
"Let's go to the hotel, baby," Nicky said as they got outside.
When they pulled up in front of the massive hotel, Joe blinked at it. It seemed just as soulless as the one where the conference had been held in LA, but he couldn't bring himself to care. As Nicky checked them in, Joe texted Nile, and as Nicky tried to tell the concierge that no, they really didn't need a bellhop for one carry-on bag and Joe's backpack, she came running up.
"Joe!" she cried, throwing herself into his arms. "I'm so excited. I can't wait - only six hours. Are you ready?"
"I am," he said, swinging her in a circle.
"Hi, Nile," Nicky said. "Let's go to our room - we have a sitting area where we can wait for Book and Elisa."
"Sounds good." She looped her arm through Joe's, and he grinned at her. "Did you have a good vacation?"
He glanced around the lobby, noting how close the nearest people were, and said, "I'll tell you all about it in our room."
When they keyed open the door, Joe walked in and his chin hit the floor. He knew that Nicky would get a nice room, but this... this was way beyond nice. Nicky had said there was a sitting area, and he'd been right, technically. This was twice as big as Joe's last apartment, with an actual living room. "Nicky - " he said, looking at him, not sure what he was going to say.
Nicky chuckled. "I wouldn't have normally gotten this room, but I knew you'd want to catch up with Nile, and Booker will want to come to give me shit. So don't worry about it, baby,"
Sometimes, Nicky's casual acceptance of the amount of money he had was a bit ridiculous. Still, at the same time, Nile was tucking herself into the couch, patting the cushion next to her. Joe expected Nicky to come over, but he shook his head. "Talk to Nile," he said. "I need to make a couple of calls, and then I'll join you."
Joe frowned. He wasn't sure what Nicky needed to do, but he sat down next to Nile. "So, what do you want to know?"
She lulled him into a false sense of security, asking about the amusement parks that they went to before she asked where they'd stayed.
He didn't know how to describe The Basement, so the words spilled from him, a bit disjointed and hyper. She gasped and grinned at all the right places, and when he described getting his nipples pierced, she clutched at her own chest.
"Now, let me see your ring!" she demanded.
"Nicky has it with his for the ceremony," Joe said. "But I can show you my collar."
Her eyes got big as he pulled the chain out with its beautifully engraved tag. "That's lovely," she said, as he held it out for her to look at. "But doesn't it - it doesn't make you feel like property?"
Joe licked his lips as he tried to explain. "I was already Nicky's," he said. "You knew that I felt that way - that's what the chastity belt is about and everything. This is just an expression of it. And it's up to me as to whether I keep it on or not. It's not like it's welded into place."
She nodded slowly. "Like a wedding ring."
"Exactly. And... I want that, Nile. It's comforting to know that I belong with him. And his name on me means he belongs to me, too."
There was a knock at the door, and Joe twisted around to watch as Nicky answered it. It was Booker and Elisa, and Nicky grinned as they took turns hugging him. Then all three of them came over and got settled.
"How are you doing?" Booker asked Joe. "I don't want details, but you two had a good vacation?"
Joe was sure that he was more than a little starry-eyed when he looked at Nicky, nodding, "The best," he said.
Nicky smiled wickedly at him and all Joe could think was whether it would be terrible to take his fiance (fuck, he was getting married) into the bedroom long enough to suck him off. But when he glanced at Nile, she sighed and shook her head no, dammit. He didn't think he'd been that obvious.
The five of them chatted about their flights, how terrible TSA was, and the tickets for the show that Nicky had gotten. Nile was clearly not teasing when she asked, "Are you two sure that's what you want to do?"
No, Joe was not sure. In fact, he was very sure that he wanted to spend the evening getting fucked by his husband. But Nicky had been so excited that he'd gotten them the tickets to Ka that he didn't have the heart to say it.
After about an hour, Nicky said, "I need to talk to Joe for just a minute in the other room. Book, I'm expecting someone at the door in a few minutes with a delivery. Can you sign for it when it gets here?"
"Sure, Nicky," Booker said.
Not quite sure what Nicky wanted, Joe followed him into the bedroom. As soon as the door closed, Nicky yanked him in so that he could take Joe's mouth in a deep, forceful kiss, one that Joe was happy to submit to.
He tried to keep the volume down, not wanting everyone in the other room to hear, but he couldn't help but moan at least a little bit. With one last nip to Joe's bottom lip, Nicky pulled away. "I've needed to do that for the last hour," he said. "Now, go pull down your pants and bend over the side of the bed. I want to make sure you're still slick since you're going to be wearing that plug for hours yet."
Joe whimpered but knew that there was no point in trying to convince Nicky to fuck him quickly. He'd told Joe that he wanted to take his time to take Joe apart after the show, and Joe knew that he'd meant it.
It didn't stop him from putting on a bit of a show as he tugged his jeans and yellow panties down, wiggling his ass at Nicky.
Nicky laughed and palmed one of Joe's asscheeks. "Cheeky," he said. His fingers managed to press on one of Joe's bruises and it was like a current running right to his balls.
"Please, daddy," Joe begged, unable to help himself.
"Shh," Nicky said as he pulled the plug out of Joe's hole. "You know I'm going to make you wait, baby."
Joe growled quietly, but he didn't argue as Nicky slid two wet fingers inside, making sure he was thoroughly slick, before putting the plug back. "There you go, sweetheart," Nicky said, and Joe sighed as he pulled up his pants. He waited while Nicky went to wash his hands, and while he was waiting, he heard a knock at the door and Booker answering it.
Curious, he shifted in place, trying to contain his impatience. When Nicky finally finished, they went out of the room to find that Booker had laid a suit bag over the bar. "What's this?" Joe asked, looking at Nicky.
"We can't get married in jeans, sweetheart," Nicky said nonchalantly. "I just arranged for our tuxes to be flown out."
Joe blinked. He didn't know where to start. Yes, actually he did. "I'm sure you have a tux, but I don't," he said.
Nicky grinned. "When I had you fitted for that suit for the board meetings? I ordered you a tux at the same time. It should fit the same."
"What the hell do I need a tux for?" Joe asked, thrown a little bit.
When Nicky pulled him into an embrace, he held himself stiffly until Nicky said softly in his ear, "To get married in, for a start."
How the hell could he argue that? The answer was he couldn't, so he kissed Nicky, hard and fast.
"Go put yours on," Joe hadn't even noticed Nile coming up alongside. She poked Nicky in the arm. "You know which one is yours, go put it on, because we need to be at the chapel in ninety minutes."
"We can get dressed together," Nicky said.
"No, you can't," Booker backed Nile. "If you both take your clothes off at the same time, we'll never get out of here on time. Now, go."
Joe watched as Nicky took the suit bag and went back into the bedroom. He almost followed him in, but Nile took his arm and held him still. "You can not touch for a few minutes," she insisted.
As Nicky put the tux on, fastening the cufflinks and tying the bowtie, all he could think was how badly he wanted Joe to like what he saw. He knew that Joe loved him, they were getting ready to be married, for fuck's sake, but he still worried that Joe would change his mind.
When he went back into the sitting area, Joe's reaction was everything he could have wanted. His jaw dropped and he licked his lips while staring at Nicky, like he could remove the tux with the power of his mind.
When Nile poked Joe in the back, Joe jumped. "Go get dressed, goofball," she ordered, and it was clear that Joe was used to it because he just saluted jokingly and went.
"Your cufflinks are tucked into the inner pocket of the bag," he said, as Joe stumbled to the bedroom.
He stared at the door, wishing he was on the other side, until Elisa said, "We are very pleased for you, but doesn't Joe have family who would wish to see him married?"
Nicky's attention snapped to her. "No, he doesn't have any," he said. It was easier than trying to explain Joe's lack of contact with his family, which would only bring questions that Nicky had no right to answer.
She nodded. "And your mother?"
Nicky sighed. "She doesn't leave her home," he said. "She's never met Joe, wouldn't know who he was. It's easier on her this way."
"I'm sorry, Nicky," she said. "I do not mean to prod old wounds. I just wanted to know if it had been considered."
"It was," Nicky said.
She turned her conversation to the chapel that Joe and he had selected for their wedding, and Nicky tried to focus on her questions.
He couldn't help the fact that when he heard Joe curse softly, he jumped. "Joe? Joe, is everything okay?"
"I have no idea how to tie a bow tie," Joe said, coming through the bedroom door, and everything else turned to noise as he looked at his husband in a tux. Joe was gorgeous in paint-splattered jeans and exceptional naked. Nicky didn't have words for what he looked like in formal wear.
Nicky knew that he should help Joe put the tie on, but all he wanted to do was take it off of him. Why had he thought having his tux flown out was a good idea?
Before he could vocalize any of that, Booker had stepped in, tying Joe's tie and checking his cuff links to ensure they were secure. He brushed a piece of lint off Joe's shoulder and said, "You clean up pretty well."
"Yeah?" Joe asked, but his eyes were locked on Nicky.
He couldn't do anything but nod helplessly. "Gorgeous, sweetheart," he said.
Joe grinned, and Nicky melted even more. How the fuck had he gotten so lucky?
Before Nicky could say anything else, Nile was up and taking Joe's hand in hers. "Let's go, guys. It's showtime."
Joe was craning his head around, but when Nile pulled on his arm a little more forcefully, he finally faced straight ahead, and Nicky felt like he could catch his breath.
"Nile is going to take a taxi over with Joe," Booker said as Elisa took Nicky's arm. "You're going to drive us."
"But - " Joe and Nile were in the elevator and Booker stepped in front, keeping Nicky from getting on with them.
"But nothing, my friend," Booker switched over to French. "You two have already seen each other on your wedding day, but let us do this," he insisted. "It will make meeting together again all the sweeter."
Nicky glared at Booker, who just grinned at him, unrepentant. "Fine," he ground out, and they waited for the elevator to return.
By the time they got back down to the lobby, there was no sign of Nile or Joe which made it easier for him to hand the ticket over to the valet and wait for the car. As soon as the three of them were inside, he headed down the strip to the address of the chapel that Joe and he had selected.
It was only about ten minutes down the road, and they parked in plenty of time. There was a woman at the front door who confirmed that Joe and Nile had arrived and were in one set of dressing rooms, while Nicky, Booker, and Elisa were sent to the other. There were bottles of water and a boutonniere helpfully labeled "for the groom". He snorted but he also put it on his coat.
Then there was nothing to do but pace and curse until finally, finally, another woman came, knocking on the door. "Mr. di Genova?" she asked, and when he nodded, she said, "It's time."
"Thank God," he muttered, ignoring the wide smiles that Booker and Elisa were exchanging. He followed the woman to the front of the chapel, which was tastefully decorated with flowers and an arch - tastefully by Las Vegas standards, anyway. There were a couple of women seated in the back, and he eyed them curiously but decided that they must be there for a ceremony after theirs.
There was a middle-aged woman in a flowing blue dress waiting at the front, and as he approached her, the door across the chapel opened and Joe came in.
And Nicky promptly tripped over his own feet and would have gone head-first into the chairs at the front but Booker caught him and kept him upright.
When he looked up from catching his footing, Joe was laughing, affection clear on his face. He reached out and took Joe's hands in his own, and couldn't help but smile back when he asked, "Are you okay, Nicky?"
"I'm marrying you. How could I be any less than perfect?" Nicky asked, and everyone in the room - including the two women - made noises of approval.
Joe's head whipped around as he looked out into the chairs and his eyebrows went up, but he didn't say anything, turning back to Nicky and squeezing his hands tightly. Then the two of them turned to face the minister.
Nicky couldn't tell you what she said. All he could hear was Joe saying, "I do" and sliding Nicky's ring onto him, and the feel of Joe's hand as Nicky slid his ring on. Then the minister declared them husbands, and Nicky could do nothing less than kiss Joe hard and deep, dipping him as he did.
When he lifted Joe back up, Booker, Elisa, and Nile were applauding, as were the two women. And he finally looked at them closely enough to realize that it was Andy and Quynh. "Did you know they were coming?" he asked out of the corner of his mouth as they walked the length of the chapel.
"Nope. Don't even know how they knew, but I'm glad they're here," Joe said, and then there was a massive group hug with Nicky and Joe in the middle.
Not wanting to take up another couple's space, they walked out into the front hall. "How the hell did you even know?" Joe demanded as he hugged Andy one-on-one.
"I texted her the information," Nile said with a grin at the same time Andy said, "Because Nile cares about you, you dummy, and wanted your friends here."
"I'm so glad you came, but I don't know what we're going to do about our reservations and our tickets to Ka," Joe said.
Andy laughed. "When Nile told us where you were going to dinner, Nicky's very capable secretary Quynh called to add two more guests to the table - if that's okay. And we're going to give the show a miss. We're going to go see what we can win playing blackjack."
"Of course it's fine," Nicky said, pleased that Joe had friends willing to fly out and support him. "Speaking of, let's head to the restaurant."
Nicky made sure everyone had the name of the Mediterranean place he'd found and left them to make their own way as he and Joe went to the car, holding each other's hands tight, like the other might slip away if they let go for more than the time it took to get in. He managed to hold it together long enough to turn on the car - and the air conditioning - before he had to kiss Joe. He had to, there was no other option.
He kissed Joe, willing him to know just how important this was to Nicky, how much he was loved and wanted and cared for, and Joe kissed him just as hard as if he wanted Nicky to know those things as well.
When he finally broke away - oxygen, important - he met Joe's eyes long enough that both of them broke down in laughter. "We're married," Joe gasped out. "I don't even know how we got here!"
That sobered Nicky a little. "Are you regretting it?" he asked, a little terrified of the answer.
"Never," Joe said with no hesitation. "I love you beyond measure and reason. A little bit of impetuousness about getting married doesn't even cause me to have a moment of doubt."
What could Nicky do but kiss him again?
Then there was a thump on the trunk of the car, and Nicky looked around wildly. What the everlasting fuck?
All of their friends were standing there and laughing at them. "I'm hungry," Booker shouted. "Move it!"
Nicky dropped his head forward and rested it against Joe's. "He's just going to get louder," Nicky said with a sigh.
"And in a second, Andy is going to team up with him," Joe said. "We should - we should go, already."
Nicky put the car in reverse and then lowered the window. "I can't back up until you move your backside," he called, and Booker laughed. All of their friends moved towards a van - probably Andy's rental - and he started their car moving.
It wasn't far to the restaurant, but Saturday evening traffic was starting to pick up. By the time they got to the restaurant, they only had a few minutes before their reservation.
Nicky checked them in, but before the host could lead them to their table, everyone else came in together. The young woman grinned at them as she took them to a large table along one side. Nicky blinked - there was only seven of them but they took up practically the whole side of the restaurant. "What - " Then he realized that there was only seating along the wall, facing out.
He bit his lip - this arrangement was hardly conducive to spending time with the people who had flown to Vegas on the spur of the moment to see them get married. But Booker slid in at one end, Andy at the other, then everyone just filled in until all that was left was the two seats in the middle.
Joe slid in and looked up at Nicky, and Nicky wondered if there had ever been a time he was resistant to Joe's beautiful eyes. He sat.
He was grateful that the place had a standard menu, because he didn't think he'd have been able to make a single decision. Why had he thought this would be a good idea? Something about being romantic, he thought. That was the only reason they weren't already back in that hotel room, having sex.
Married sex.
He chuckled a little. Anybody who thought that marriage dulled your sex life was married to the wrong person, because that was the one fear he didn't have. Sex with Joe was never, ever, going to be boring.
The food was amazing, not that he was giving it the attention it deserved. He was too busy drowning in Joe's gaze. He was so lost that when music started playing and two belly dancers came out, it startled him into dropping his fork - thankfully on his plate and not in his lap.
Joe giggled, letting his head rest on Nicky's shoulder, and Nicky gripped his teacup so that he didn't forget and start groping his husband right there at the dinner table. He wasn't sure that he gave the very attractive dancers anywhere near enough attention, though.
By the time dinner was over, Nicky was done. He needed to be alone with Joe, not now but right now. "Andy?" he called as they walked to the front of the restaurant. "Congratulations - you and Quynh get our tickets to Ka. I'll have Joe forward the download link to Nile."
"The show was your idea," Nile said. "Are you sure?"
Before Nicky could say anything he could regret, Joe leaned forward and whispered directly in her ear. Her eyes grew huge and then she started hustling everyone away. "Call me in the morning, we'll get breakfast," she said, laughing.
"Do I even want to know what you said to her?" Nicky said as they went to get the rental.
"I told her I haven't come in weeks and asked if she really wanted to sit next to us in a dark theater," Joe said matter-of-factly.
Nicky started laughing. "Oh, God, I love you," he said as he got in and turned on the car.
"I love you too. Now drive, dammit," Joe growled, and the car took off.
By the time they got back to their room, Joe was grateful that there wasn't anyone on their hall to see that Nicky was grinding his very hard cock into Joe's ass. "God, I have got to fuck you," he growled out as Joe fumbled with the key.
Finally getting it to work on the third try, he barely cleared the door before Nicky slammed it shut and then shoved him up against it. "I didn't think how hot you'd be in a tux," he said. "Almost as hot as you're going to be out of it."
Joe whined, hips moving as if that was enough to make fabric and plastic disappear.
"I hope you didn't think I was going to be easy on you," he kissed Joe, a biting, hard kiss. "Because I don't plan to."
"I'd be disappointed if you were," Joe admitted. He had no idea what Nicky had in mind but he was certainly willing to go along with it.
"Take your clothes off and hang them up neatly," Nicky ordered when he finally let Joe surface for air. "Then kneel at the side of the bed. You know how I want you."
Nicky went and sat down on the couch, his knee jumping, and it took Joe a second to shake his head and start moving. His fingers were already busy getting his cufflinks off and his shirt unbuttoned by the time he got into the bedroom. It took him longer than he was used to to get undressed - unfamiliar clothes and fastenings slowing him down - but as he sank into place on the floor, hands on his thighs, sitting on his heels, his brain slowed and settled. This was going to be so good.
Joe had no idea how long he knelt there, but when Nicky walked into the room, already naked and hard, his attention focused sharply. He watched carefully as Nicky stopped in front of him, his hard cock right there. "Please," he begged. He had no idea what Nicky wanted, but Joe wanted to give it all to him.
"I've got you, baby," Nicky said, his fingers winding into Joe's hair, pulling him up. "I want your mouth."
He would have nodded, but Nicky had his hair in a tight grip. Instead Joe just dropped his jaw, opening wide so that Nicky could slide in as deep as he wanted.
"Fuck, your mouth is so good," Nicky groaned as Joe took him deep. Joe kept his eyes focused on what he could see of Nicky's face as he sucked and licked as much of Nicky's cock as he could take. "You're mine," Nicky said.
Joe whimpered, and the sound must have done good things for Nicky because his hips snapped forward once, twice, before he managed to rein it back in. As the head of Nicky's cock pressed into Joe's throat, Joe swallowed, trying to take him deeper than he had before.
"I'm going to come down my husband's throat," Nicky said. "And then I'm going to focus on you, get you so turned on that you want to scream with it. Then I'm going to fuck you and let you come. Do you want that, sweetheart?"
God, that was all Joe wanted, but he didn't have a way to tell Nicky that. His mouth was full of Nicky's cock, and with the way that Nicky was gripping his hair, Joe couldn't even nod. All he could do was look up at Nicky as he was fucking Joe's mouth and hope that he could read the desire in his eyes.
"So pretty," Nicky said, and his hips were moving faster. "So pretty for me, so good for me. I've never been with anyone I want as much as I want you. Just swallow for me, sweetheart." Nicky groaned and pushed deep, right into Joe's throat. It cut off Joe's air, but he didn't care, he needed Nicky to come, needed it more than he needed air. So he swallowed and sucked and then Nicky's hands pulled tight as he came, so far down Joe's throat that Joe couldn't even taste it.
When Nicky pulled out, releasing his grip on Joe's hair at the same time, Joe let his head fall forward, resting it against the jut of Nicky's hipbone. "Fuck, daddy," he groaned. He was so unbearably turned on that it almost felt like he would come apart with just one tiny touch.
Nicky stroked through his hair, pushing it back away from his face. "You are so good," he said. "I love you so much, I don't even have words for it."
"I love you too," Joe answered, and his voice was shredded from having Nicky's cock in his throat. He cleared it, trying to sound a little more normal. "I do."
"I know, sweetheart. Before I do anything else, is there anything in particular you want? Today is about both of us, and if there's something that you've wanted that you've not gotten, I want you to tell me."
Joe bit his lip. All he could think was how out of control he felt when he couldn't breathe. Before he could second guess himself, he took Nicky's hand and pressed it to his own throat, just hard enough that he'd be able to feel it when Joe swallowed.
"You want - what do you want, Joe?" Nicky asked. "I'll give you anything but you have to use your words."
"I've read - I want you to hold me here," he said, stumbling over his words, as he felt his way through it. "I want you to control everything."
Joe was ready when Nicky moved his hand, but he startled when Nicky crouched in front of him, going down so suddenly that his knee cracked. "Joe, are you asking me to choke you? This is not something I can guess at."
He hesitated. Nicky didn't sound like he was upset, just surprised. And since Joe had never told anyone - including Nicky - how hot it was when he choked on Nicky's cock, he guessed he had reason to be surprised. He made a point of meeting Nicky's eyes. "Yes, I am," he said, trying to sound certain.
Joe was pretty sure he came closer to pleading, but if it worked...
"I can do that," Nicky said, "if you want. But you won't be able to safeword if you change your mind, so how will you tell me?"
He reached out and pinched Nicky's upper arm, grinning when Nicky pulled his arm back.
"Yeah, I'll notice that alright," Nicky said. "Is there anything else you want?"
"Just to please you," Joe said, leaning into Nicky.
"You do that just by being you," Nicky said. "Nothing special required. If that's all you want from me, then I want you up on the bed, on your belly, please."
It didn't even occur to Joe to hesitate. He got into position, sliding his hands under the pillow under his head, spreading his legs wide so that Nicky could touch him however he wanted.
"I'm just going to make sure that you aren't unbearably sore," Nicky said as he slid in between Joe's thighs, his hand pushing on the plug sitting inside him. He'd been so distracted most of the afternoon and evening that he'd forgotten about it for long stretches of time, but now he was being reminded in the best way possible.
Nicky rocked it in place before he started to pull it out. Joe hadn't been aware of how sore he was, and he hissed as it moved. "Joe, is it too much?" Nicky asked.
"No!" he exclaimed. "Nicky, I want you. Please, don't say no."
"I'm not going to say no," Nicky said as he slid the plug free entirely. Before Joe could react, Nicky's hands pressed him open, and Joe knew that Nicky was looking at his hole, checking to make sure that he wasn't actually hurt and hiding it. "If you're just sore, I'll still fuck you - I'll just be more careful and use more lube."
Joe knew that was the best he was going to get. Over the time they'd been together, Nicky and he had played with that kind of raw pain a handful of times, and it was the one way that Nicky couldn't bear to hurt Joe again. And Joe wasn't going to push the issue.
So he nodded, expecting the next touch to be off Nicky's lube slick fingers. Instead, it was Nicky's tongue, licking over him gently, pushing inside. He groaned, pressing his forehead to the pillow, trying to relax into Nicky's soft touches.
"Fuck," he groaned as Nicky licked and sucked at his hole. He was sore, but it was the sore that spoke of being made ready for Nicky, and that meant that he treasured it. And as Nicky took him apart with his mouth, Joe sobbed and squirmed, held still only by Nicky's weight spread over his thighs.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy," he sobbed when Nicky added one slick finger. After having been plugged for Nicky for hours, it was so good to have something warm and living inside of him, and he whimpered and sighed as the tip of Nicky's finger brushed against his prostate.
Everything disappeared for a moment, and then Nicky came back with two slick fingers, spreading the lube around. Joe couldn't stop himself from begging, from whining and pushing back into Nicky's touch. Then there was the sharp pain of Nicky biting him on an ass cheek, right over one of his bruises. "You will hold still unless I tell you otherwise," Nicky scolded him, and Joe froze. "Yes, daddy," he gasped out.
Joe didn't want to think why he found being gently scolded like he had committed some infraction to be hot, but it was. LIke burning, making him gasp and shake.
He managed to stay still, though, and Nicky kissed the spot he'd bitten. "Good boy," he said.
Two fingers became three, and waiting was becoming unbearable. "Please, Nicky," he begged, wanting it, needing it. "Need you to fuck me, need you to come in me, mark me as yours.
It was Nicky's turn to groan, and then he was moving away, which was the opposite of what Joe wanted. He fisted his hands, nails biting into his palms. "No, no, no, I'll be good."
"You are my very good boy," Nicky said. "Don't you want me to unlock your cage?"
Oh, God. Joe had almost forgotten that he was going to get to come. "Please," he breathed out. "I'll be so good for you if you do."
"You'll be good for me regardless," Nicky said, but he guided Joe up to his knees. As he fiddled with Nicky's cage, undoing the tiny lock and setting on the bed, Joe focused on breathing, on not moving.
"There," Nicky said, his fingers drawing patterns on Joe's balls, hanging below the cage. "It'll just take a minute to take it off when I'm ready for you to come."
Joe whined, unable to stop himself. His promised orgasm was so tantalizingly close. "Please take it all the way off, daddy. Please, I'll be so good for you."
"I know you will, baby, but I don't want you to have to hold back from your pleasure. I'm not sure anybody would be able to do that after having been denied for so long."
"But - " Joe started to argue, but he was interrupted by a slap to his ass.
"I'm not going to change my mind," Nicky said. "Now, the sooner I start fucking my husband, the sooner he gets to come."
It felt like all of his insides melted into goo at Nicky's words. "Yes, daddy," he said. "How do you want me?"
"On your back - I want to be able to see your face," Nicky said.
Joe immediately turned over on his back. Unprompted, he pulled his knees up, hooking his hands behind them to pull them back to his chest and keep them wide spread.
"Beautiful," Nicky said, sliding one hand up the inside of Joe's thigh to where it met his hip. "You are the most beautiful person I think I've ever met."
He immediately blushed to the roots of his hair. "I'm not that beautiful, Nicky," he protested.
Nicky pinched the inside of his thigh. "Pretty sure I was telling you, not asking you," he said mildly.
Joe knew not to trust that tone of voice. He knew that it meant that Nicky was going to punish him if he kept on that track, and while that was usually fun for both of them, that wasn't what they wanted this time. "Yes, daddy," he said. "Kiss me, daddy?"
"Of course," Nicky said. leaning down and pressing their mouths together.
With him between Joe's legs, the head of his cock caught on the rim of Joe's hole, and Joe whined. "More," he begged.
Nicky chuckled. "You're spoiled, baby," he said, but he was easing inside, taking over Joe's body, filling him the way nothing and nobody had before.
"Yeah," Joe said, flexing his hips, trying to get him where Joe needed him the most. "You like me that way, though."
"I do," and before Joe could respond, Nicky pushed in a little faster, sinking in all the way and yanking a moan out of Joe's lungs.
"Daddy!" Joe cried. He couldn't move, held down by his own arms under his knees. All he had was his voice, and he used it to beg and plead for Nicky to fuck him, to take him, to make him 100% Nicky's in every way that mattered.
Nicky set a slow rhythm, more of a deep grind than actual thrusts, and Joe let himself get lost in it. When Nicky leaned down to kiss him, he opened his mouth the same way he opened his legs - eagerly and easily.
Finally, Nicky started to move faster, harder, his hands fumbling between them at Joe's cage, disassembling it and sliding it off. "Don't come, baby. Don't you dare come," he ordered.
Joe whimpered, fingers biting into his thighs and teeth biting into his lip as he held back, held back, held back -
Then Nicky's hand wrapped around his throat, tight, tight, tight, his thumb pressing on one side and his fingers on the other, and through the underwater feeling that caused, Joe was vaguely aware that Nicky had said, "Okay, now, baby."
Thank God he said that, because as soon as Joe realized he couldn't catch his breath, it catapulted him right to the edge, and as soon as he had Nicky's permission, he flung himself over.
He would have screamed, but he had no air. Instead, he came so hard that he nearly blacked out, pleasure taking him over, making him nothing more than a ball of sensation and need. When Nicky finally moved his hand, Joe gasped in and then said, "Oh, fuck, thank you, daddy. Love you so much."
"Gorgeous," Nicky said. His hands wrapped around Joe's thighs, keeping them pushed back as he drove in deep and deeper. "Love you. Love you, sweetheart," he cried as he froze. Joe could feel it as Nicky came, wet and warm inside him, filling him up.
Slowly, gently, Nicky pulled out, Joe hissing as he did. "Sore, baby?" Nicky asked.
"Perfectly," Joe said as lassitude flooded his brain and his limbs. "Thank you,"
"No, thank you for marrying me," Nicky said.
"Goes both ways," Joe said, pulling on Nicky, needing to be held. Finally Nicky seemed to get the message, collapsing down and pulling Joe in to rest on his shoulder.
"How was the first time we had sex as a married couple?" Nicky asked.
"Best yet," Joe answered. "Can't wait to see what you come up with next."