Nick moves closer, eyes flickering from Joe’s eyes to his lips, and they're so close now that he can practically feel it when Joe takes a shaky breath in. “Nicky?” he asks, biting his bottom lip lightly and searching Nick’s eyes.

And then Nick’s just [italic]on him.[/italic] It’s just like something in him snaps, and he’s everywhere at once, lips crushing into Joe’s, shoving his brother’s light body back onto the bed and crawling over him to straddle his hips. He bites down hard on Joe’s collar bone, just latches on and digs in his teeth, and when Joe moans underneath him, it sounds dirty and wanton and [italic]fuck.[/italic]

“Off. Take it off,” Nick mutters, yanking at the thin material of Joe’s T-Shirt impatiently, so hard that it almost rips under his fingers.

Joe practically tears the shirt from his body, and Nick sinks his teeth deep into a spot on Joe’s neck. And God, this is wild and animalistic and Nick feels like he’s on fire, like all the pent up energy that he usually keeps so tightly in check is just bursting out of him.

“[italic]Niiick[/italic],”Joe keens, high in his throat, blunt fingers scrabbling at the back of Nick’s dress shirt. “Ugh, fuck, Nick. What are you doing?”

But it doesn’t sound like a protest. Joe’s voice is breathy and husky and he looks completely wrecked when Nick pulls back to stare down at him.

“Joe – Joseph, you're [italic]mine[/italic]. You hear me? [italic]Mine[/italic],” Nick pants, and God he doesn’t even know what he’s saying right now. It’s just like this crazy possessiveness that came over him, but he knows he doesn’t want to stop. Doesn’t ever want to have to stop.

“Ngh, yes. [italic]God[/italic] yes,” Joe moans, and before Nick can even think about processing that, Joe’s pulling him down by the dogtags to press their foreheads together. “Nick, I want you to fuck me. Oh, please, Nick. God, say you will, okay?”