Yusuf is not used to his days being filled with the promise of such ecstasies. It is weeks past since he had first had the priest and they still cannot manage to keep themselves from one another. And in the days following, they had learned more about each other, and Yusuf could no longer deny that there were more things that made him yearn for Nicolo’s company.
Which is all well and good as far as Yusuf is concerned; to the rest of his council, Nicolo was filling his duties. But with each growing the day, particularly this morning when Yusuf had ordered breakfast delivered to his quarters after yet another night of very thorough lovemaking, he found himself unable to care what others would think.
Yusuf watches the way Nicolo eats like a starving man, distantly remembering the strange ways of the priests and how they denied themselves many pleasure in life, food trailing right behind lovemaking.
“Forgive me,” Yusuf starts, “but I cannot seem to understand something.”
“And what is that?” Nicolo asks without looking up.
“How were you ever a priest, sweet thing? I cannot seem to picture it. What with the way you begged for my cock last night, said you needed me in you like one needs to breathe.”
Nicolo’s cheeks go red. “I…always had urges.”
Yusuf’s eyebrows go up. “And you never acted on them?”
“Of course not,” Nicolo says, “I wouldn’t be here if I had, your highness.”
“Well then I am eternally grateful you waited,” Yusuf smirks.
They eat in silence more a moment more, but Nicolo senses Yusuf’s eyes on him.
“What?” Nicolo says, suddenly conscious of the way he is trying to consume his meal.
“Nothing,” Yusuf says, eyes glimmering in amusement. He watches Nicolo for a moment more, then, “actually, there is something.”
“If you’re going to suggest once more that you would rather have my cock for breakfast —“
“I think we should wed,” Yusuf says, and he cannot seem to read the expression on Nicolo’s face.
“That is not a very funny joke,” the priest ends up saying.
Yusuf makes a show of mock rage. “I would never joke of such a thing!”
“Yusuf - your highness - I will never return to Genoa. You can have tonight and tomorrow and as many times as we’d both like, you need not worry of what others think —“
“I certainly do not,” Yusuf affirms. “I worry what you think, sweet thing. Am I not desirable to you?”
“Of course,” Nicolo says, “but it does not matter what I want -“
“Of course it does,” Yusuf interrupts. “And if you desire me, and I you, then we belong to one another, do we not?”
“Why me?” Nicolo contends out of nowhere. “You’ve had many lovers - many unions that would bring you much more joy —“
“No one has brought me joy the way you have,” Yusuf explains. “If you are just my cockwhore, then why have I not taken another? I enjoy your company. You offer enlightening counsel. I have you in my bed every night, like I would a husband.”
“We cannot do it,” Nicolo says after a while, but he does not seem to want to argue. “Your council will not approve of such a union. Nor will your people.”
“My country has seen things more perplexing than a king marrying his concubine,” Yusuf explains. “It is how I and my father before me came into this world. We are not bound by archaic law.”
“Yes, but a Genoan? And a Genoan priest at that?” Nicolo balks.
It would not matter. If anything, it would serve Nicolo’s homeland, bring an insurmountable amount of trust to Nicolo’s people. Yusuf’s conquest was an unmountable success, Val now a measly lord and subject only to what Yusuf deemed best for both of their kingdoms.
“It is like I said,” Yusuf says, and a wicked smile forms on his lips. He lifts himself from his end up the table to where Nicolo stays seated, tilts the other man’s head up with a hand under his chin like he had months ago. “We are not bound by archaic law.”
Nicolo smiles and it reaches the sea of his eyes. “Then I-“ he starts, licking his lips, “I cannot seem to find any more reasons to disagree with you, your highness.”
At that, Yusuf swoops down and kisses him. Oh, how he cannot wait for the coming days. Perhaps he will extend an invitation to Val. It would be endlessly amusing for him to discover what has become of his gift.
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sorry for the slight delay in wrapping this up but hope you all enjoyed this! I kinda wanted to end on a sappy note. Thank you for your kind comments! Expect me to put this up on ao3 fairly soon.
Re: Fill: joe/nicky, sex slave nicky and very confused joe (6/6)
Which is all well and good as far as Yusuf is concerned; to the rest of his council, Nicolo was filling his duties. But with each growing the day, particularly this morning when Yusuf had ordered breakfast delivered to his quarters after yet another night of very thorough lovemaking, he found himself unable to care what others would think.
Yusuf watches the way Nicolo eats like a starving man, distantly remembering the strange ways of the priests and how they denied themselves many pleasure in life, food trailing right behind lovemaking.
“Forgive me,” Yusuf starts, “but I cannot seem to understand something.”
“And what is that?” Nicolo asks without looking up.
“How were you ever a priest, sweet thing? I cannot seem to picture it. What with the way you begged for my cock last night, said you needed me in you like one needs to breathe.”
Nicolo’s cheeks go red. “I…always had urges.”
Yusuf’s eyebrows go up. “And you never acted on them?”
“Of course not,” Nicolo says, “I wouldn’t be here if I had, your highness.”
“Well then I am eternally grateful you waited,” Yusuf smirks.
They eat in silence more a moment more, but Nicolo senses Yusuf’s eyes on him.
“What?” Nicolo says, suddenly conscious of the way he is trying to consume his meal.
“Nothing,” Yusuf says, eyes glimmering in amusement. He watches Nicolo for a moment more, then, “actually, there is something.”
“If you’re going to suggest once more that you would rather have my cock for breakfast —“
“I think we should wed,” Yusuf says, and he cannot seem to read the expression on Nicolo’s face.
“That is not a very funny joke,” the priest ends up saying.
Yusuf makes a show of mock rage. “I would never joke of such a thing!”
“Yusuf - your highness - I will never return to Genoa. You can have tonight and tomorrow and as many times as we’d both like, you need not worry of what others think —“
“I certainly do not,” Yusuf affirms. “I worry what you think, sweet thing. Am I not desirable to you?”
“Of course,” Nicolo says, “but it does not matter what I want -“
“Of course it does,” Yusuf interrupts. “And if you desire me, and I you, then we belong to one another, do we not?”
“Why me?” Nicolo contends out of nowhere. “You’ve had many lovers - many unions that would bring you much more joy —“
“No one has brought me joy the way you have,” Yusuf explains. “If you are just my cockwhore, then why have I not taken another? I enjoy your company. You offer enlightening counsel. I have you in my bed every night, like I would a husband.”
“We cannot do it,” Nicolo says after a while, but he does not seem to want to argue. “Your council will not approve of such a union. Nor will your people.”
“My country has seen things more perplexing than a king marrying his concubine,” Yusuf explains. “It is how I and my father before me came into this world. We are not bound by archaic law.”
“Yes, but a Genoan? And a Genoan priest at that?” Nicolo balks.
It would not matter. If anything, it would serve Nicolo’s homeland, bring an insurmountable amount of trust to Nicolo’s people. Yusuf’s conquest was an unmountable success, Val now a measly lord and subject only to what Yusuf deemed best for both of their kingdoms.
“It is like I said,” Yusuf says, and a wicked smile forms on his lips. He lifts himself from his end up the table to where Nicolo stays seated, tilts the other man’s head up with a hand under his chin like he had months ago. “We are not bound by archaic law.”
Nicolo smiles and it reaches the sea of his eyes. “Then I-“ he starts, licking his lips, “I cannot seem to find any more reasons to disagree with you, your highness.”
At that, Yusuf swoops down and kisses him. Oh, how he cannot wait for the coming days. Perhaps he will extend an invitation to Val. It would be endlessly amusing for him to discover what has become of his gift.
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sorry for the slight delay in wrapping this up but hope you all enjoyed this! I kinda wanted to end on a sappy note. Thank you for your kind comments! Expect me to put this up on ao3 fairly soon.