Fills Post #2
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Start a new comment for each fill. Don't use threaded comments for new fills. Threaded comments are for fills that take up more than one comment field, or for feedback/squee/praise.
In your fill, please mention the prompt you are responding to, and provide a link to your prompt in the body of the text.
Please use a header with your character(s)/pairing and a title and/or keyword or short phrase. (For example: "Just you and me: Andy/Quynh, Make-up sex" or "Between a Rock and A Hard Place: Nicky/Joe/Booker, first time DP").
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Re: Fill: joe/nicky, sex slave nicky and very confused joe (3/?)
Date: 2021-01-23 08:50 am (UTC)It would be laughable if it weren’t so insulting, and Nicolo seems to think so, too, if his growing inclination towards Yusuf were any indication. Still, they have yet to lie together. Yusuf remained true to his word from their very first night. Where a king’s….playthings were normally sent to their own quarters, fascination with the priest had all but subsided, and Yusuf couldn’t find it in himself to trust anyone and leave Nicolo to be on his own. And it certainly didn’t help to have the priest for company every night. Though they sleep in the same bed, Yusuf stayed true to his word, unwilling to touch the priest. Yet, still… the way he blushes is well on its way to driving Yusuf mad. The deep, penetrating husk of his voice when he calls Yusuf highness certainly doesn’t help, either.
As far as the rest of the court was concerned, Nicolo was by all means Yusuf’s property. A gift as known by court gossipers; a cockwhore to his subjects and allies. Yusuf himself did not know what Nicolo was to him. Paramour felt wrong the way it dissolved in Yusuf’s tongue, and he did not like the way it reminded him that he was still unmarried, against his advisor’s wishes.
An idea that felt almost as foreign as Genoa, the way he always seemed to feel Nicolo’s eyes on him.
“The terrain here is suitable,” Yusuf says one day, in one of his innumerable council meetings. They are mere days away from declaring open warfare once more, and he had called upon his allies to strike Val down before he could even consider doing the same.
“Yes, but what of the citadel?” Says his subject. Famir, if Yusuf is even to remember correctly; the names, as the days, blur into one. “I will not have my men walk into a lion’s den.”
Yusuf wants to kick himself. Of course, why had he not though of that?
“You need not be exposed. There are siege tunnels.”
Nicolo is not necessarily quiet, but even then, his voice rings loud and true. Yusuf turns to gaze at him where he stands trying his best to blend into the plush fabric of a bright curtain.
Yusuf had taken to bringing Nicolo along to his various council meetings. He liked having Nicolo under his watch, and Nicolo was still a stranger to all this — he could only trust Yusuf, and seemed to be comfortable to follow the young king around like one of his servants. If anything, it served them both. Yusuf could make sure nobody touched Nicolo, and Nicolo in turn felt safe.
Until now.
Famir is clearly amused. “Siege tunnels, you say?”
“Yes,” Nicolo confirms. “Siege tunnels. Under the citadel.”
“And how would a...priest know of siege tunnels?”
For the first time in days, Nicolo does not cast his eyes down in shame. “It is how I-“ he licks his lips. “Arrived.”
Famir bursts into laughter. Yusuf doesn’t understand what seems to be so funny, and is dismayed at the smirks that surround them.
“Am I to take the word of a cockwhore?”
“I have a name,” Nicolo says, unyielding.
“So does my king,” says Famir. “Yet ‘highness’ seems to suit him better, does it not? Same goes for you, cockwh-“
“Speak one more word, and it will be the last,” Yusuf warns. And, oh, fuck, all eyes are on him now.
“Highness,” Famir huffs, almost like Yusuf is joking and he is just playing along. “I meant no disrespect to you. I was not under the impression your gift could offer counsel. Let alone speak.”
Several other of his subjects laugh.
“Yes,” agrees one of them. “We beseech you, highness. Perhaps you need another to teach him his place.”
“Would you like to join him?” Yusuf instead asks.
The room falls silent as Famir’s smile quickly evaporates. As do the rest of theirs.
Re: Fill: joe/nicky, sex slave nicky and very confused joe (3/?)
Date: 2021-01-23 08:51 am (UTC)Yusuf stops himself from where he had been in the middle of undressing, desperate for bed.
“No,” Yusuf echoes, “it wasn’t. But nor was it his.”
Yusuf stops himself from taking off the rest of his shirt. He turns to Nicolo, gaze unwavering. “There is something you need to understand, Nicolo. I may not regard you as such, but due to the circumstances of your arrival…It does not matter what I may think, others might regard you as a—“
“Cockwhore,” Nicolo finishes, and Yusuf winces at the word. “It is just a word, your highness. And one I’m certain you’re accustomed to by now.” He moves forward, placing his hands tentatively on Yusuf’s chest.
“It is not like you have never had one in your bed before.” This is the most candidly Nicolo has spoken in days. Yet somehow, it does not surprise Yusuf. He had always known Nicolo had a fire within him.
“I have,” Yusuf admits. “But never a virgin. And not one as beautiful as you.”
There it is, that furious pink. Only now it seems to reach the tips of Nicolo’s ears. He ignores it as he sets to work undoing the rest of Yusuf’s front.
Brazenly, Yusuf takes his chin in his hand as he had many nights ago, tilts his head up so that their gazes are forced to meet. “May I?”
Nicolo understands. And he nods, tentatively, like he can longer deny himself but is different to hide it. “Your highness -“
Yusuf presses a kiss to his lips, careful, like he is exploring. Nicolo follows his lead, opens his mouth to Yusuf surprisingly easy and takes him in with ease.
Yusuf pulls away to chance a glance. “Is that what you thought it would be?”
Nicolo gulps. “I never imagined a king.”
Yusuf smiles warmly and goes in for another kiss. Nicolo’s arms waver awkwardly, twitching in place where they are trapped between him and Yusuf’s front.
“I wish to lie with you,” Yusuf says before he can stop himself, and he reaches around to splay wide hands over Nicolo’s buttocks, reveling in the way Nicolo whimpers in pleasure.
“Your highness,” Nicolo breathes, but he does little to move, trusting only Yusuf to take the lead. Yusuf beckons Nicolo up, moves his hands right under his thighs to lift him so that Nicolo has no choice but to wrap his arms around Yusuf’s neck for support. “Oh, oh Yusuf…”
“Nicolo,” Yusuf says in response, “sweet, sweet Nicolo….”
He does not remember making it to the bed with Nicolo like this below him, but somehow they do, and Nicolo is moaning despite himself underneath him, breathing deep and heavy into their kisses.
Yusuf pulls away to stare down at him. He is in only a nightgown, while Yusuf is still in his day clothes. To think of Nicolo naked and pliant while he remained clothed - oh, it makes his head swim.
“Do you wish for this?” Yusuf asks. “Do you want me, Nicolo?”
Nicolo nods in a way that has Yusuf in true disbelief for the first time in days that he is a priest, that is at all a virgin. Yusuf gets to work nonetheless, moving to remove Nicolo’s shirt, so that he is naked in mere moments.
“You speak of your virtue as if we are a leper,” Yusuf remarks, staring down at his body. “When it only makes me want you more.”
Nicolo shudders where he is locked in place, waiting for Yusuf’s command to move as if they were on a battlefield. Yusuf bends down to kiss him where he is branded, the skin between his shoulder and his neck.
“What do you want?” Yusuf mouths against him.
“I-“ Nicolo starts, then cuts himself off with a sharp inhale as Yusuf bites and then sucks a mark. “I - I -“
“You,” Yusuf laughs, but he doesn’t stop. “Yes, you, sweet thing. What do you long for?”
“You,” Nicolo echoes. “You, your highness. Anything you need of me.”
Yusuf had no preference on what he wished to be called in bed. If anything, he’d known he’d done his job if his companion was left incapable of speech. But even now, even then…the way ‘your highness’ seems to come to Nicolo, and so naturally, too. He thinks he will keep things this way.
“Sweet thing,” Yusuf says again, and then he lifts himself up so that his knees entrap Nicolo. “I’ve a confession to make.”
“I am no longer a priest,” Nicolo deadpans, and okay, Yusuf thinks, he is capable of humor.
Ignoring the sentiment, Yusuf continues, “I have often found myself…in an effort to recreate the circumstances of our first meeting.” He watches the way Nicolo’s eyes go dark as he traces his brow bone. “But I do not wish to harm you.”
“You won’t,” Nicolo shakes his head. “I know you won’t.”
At that, Yusuf bends down. “How can you be so sure?”
Now, Nicolo meets him halfway, a chaste kiss to the corner of Yusuf’s mouth. “I can’t be.”
Now it is Yusuf’s eyes who go dark. “You will never cease to amaze me.” Then he sets to work, undoing his belt in a way that has Nicolo tensing, half in fear, half anticipation.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” Yusuf wonders as if he were asking the time of the day. A quiet shake of the head is his only response. Yusuf laughs darkly. “You are beautiful, wondrous man, Nicolo. But you are only a man nonetheless. Hands,” he commands, and Nicolo scrambles to obey.
“You may seek to chase your own pleasure. And in time, you will; but tonight, you will take what I give you.”
Nicolo presents Yusuf his wrists, the sensitive skin around them even paler than the rest of the priest where he had been bound days, weeks ago now. How Yusuf wished to paint them red. He wastes no time looping his belt around in a tie he knew from personal experience would be difficult to evade.
He moves Nicolo’s hands above his head. “Just one more thing,” Yusuf says, and moves to the bedside, where he quickly fumbles for the chain. Nicolo’s eyes go wide. Perhaps he thought Yusuf had discarded it.
“I couldn’t help myself,” Yusuf says in place of an actual explanation, and sets to work decorating his Nicolo, linking the chain to his nipples and across his chest. Nicolo hisses as he does so, of course he does; it has been weeks.
Yusuf doesn’t apologize. Just watches Nicolo as he tugs on the chain once more, watches the way it makes him crumble.
“There, there, sweet thing,” Yusuf growls, dipping down to catch a nipple between his teeth. It tastes of cold metal. Nicolo’s cock is now hard and leaking where it is pressed to Yusuf’s inner thigh. He begins to grind his hips overtly against Yusuf’s front. Yusuf pulls away.
“If you move, I will stop,” Yusuf promptly explains.
“I-“ Nicolo starts again, licking his lips. “I cannot promise that I will be quiet.”
Yusuf flashes him a wicked smile. “I want them to hear.”
Perhaps it is just his imagination, but Yusuf thinks he feels Nicolo’s legs spread wider. Good. He is learning.
“There are so many things I can teach you,” Yusuf says, and he is suddenly lying at Nicolo’s side, head resting in one of his hands, a long leg lazily thrown between Nicolo’s thighs. “How to suck my cock,” he wonders aloud as he traces the side of Nicolo’s face, feeling the way he shudders under feather light touches, and then he leisurely slips two fingers into Nicolo’s willing, pliant mouth. Nicolo sucks obediently, though Yusuf had not given him the command to do so.
When they are wet enough, Yusuf slides his fingers down, actively avoiding Nicolo’s red hard cock to instead press them against his taint. Nicolo exclaims.
“Or perhaps how to take my fingers,” Yusuf says through an amused laugh, circling Nicolo’s entrance. “Which do you prefer, sweet thing?”
“Y-your highness,” Nicolo says, and Yusuf chances a glance at his hands, and they are clasped, and he wonders a little too long if it is in prayer. “Your highness…”
It is not an answer, but it good enough.
The oil is ready by Yusuf’s bedside. Nicolo watches in awe as Yusuf reaches for it. “I won’t hurt you,” Yusuf explains, “and I don’t wish to. I will make you loose enough for me until you are wide and open, begging for relief, begging for my fingers, for my hand, for my cock.”
Nicolo moans in anticipation. “H-highness…”
“Is that what you want, sweet thing?” Yusuf continues, coating his fingers generously before circling Nicolo’s rim once more. He pushes a finger in. “So tight. But not for long. I will fill you up until you beg me to stop, until you are dripping with me. Have you ever imagined being so full? I know, sweet thing. I know you have.”
Nicolo says nothing. He is clearly enjoying this too much. Sweat coats his forehead and his hair is sticking to his skin. Yusuf’s free arm now pillows his head and pins his arms down at the same time. A second finger slips in. Yusuf feels the way Nicolo clenches around him. It only serves to make him push deeper.
“I could just spend the whole night next to you, watching you suck in my fingers.”
Instead, Yusuf slips in a third finger, drawing out a lewd moan from Nicolo. His hips grind towards nothing. Yusuf watches in amusement, eyes gone somehow darker. And then he reaches across Nicolo’s chest with his free hand, watches him come apart fully as he tugs, not at all lightly, on the chain.
Nicolo lets out a cry. He buries his head in the crook of Yusuf’s arm, as if he was trying to hide.
“Look at you, sweet thing. I haven’t even touched your poor cock.”
Yusuf tugs once more, watching in awe as the priest loses more and more control. Suddenly, and almost slowly, his cock begins to spill; thick, pearly white stripes begin to splatter onto his stomach, and it’s more beautiful than anything, than the starry sky above them, than the gems that decorate his chest.
Yusuf does not stop. He just circles his arm around Nicolo to grip at his cock, beckon him to continue, and it’s too much for Nicolo, almost too satisfying. He yells in half-protest, half-beckoning. But it is not like Yusuf can help himself. This is Nicolo’s first time and he wants him to commit every moment to memory, for Yusuf to lay claim to that fortress in his mind.
When Nicolo comes down, Yusuf bends to meet his lips. Nicolo opens them pliantly, takes all of Yusuf in. “Highness….”
“Yes?” Yusuf asks between kisses.
Nicolo pulls away. He looks as if he wants to cover his eyes before remembering Yusuf had ordered him not to move his hands, tied as they still are above his head. “You - you did not…”
Yusuf looks down in faux confusion. He catches the way Nicolo’s eyes flicker down to his own cock, where it lies hard and untouched, outlined by fabric. “No, I have not. Not yet. Shall I? Hm?” He pulls his fingers away from Nicolo’s puckered entrance, watches the way Nicolo frowns at the sudden release. “Fill you up?”
Nicolo will have to learn to use his words. He seems frozen in place, unable to say what he wants. Instead, he nods, eyes like fire.
Yusuf’s eyes go to spot next to the bed, a wall so spacious and unassuming where he’d had many before. It is hard to imagine Nicolo ever looking undesirable, but to have him pinned in place, speared on Yusuf’s cock…
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Date: 2021-01-24 10:02 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: joe/nicky, sex slave nicky and very confused joe (5/6)
Date: 2021-01-26 04:22 am (UTC)He ends up helping Nicolo up, unsteady as he is, walks them over to wall, leading him by his wrists, still tightly bound together; Yusuf has no prospects of untying them anytime soon.
Instead he turns Nicolo around so that he hisses as his front is forced against cold marble, his bound hands trapped between the wall and his stomach. Yusuf guides them up above his head, presses firmly down once, and Nicolo interlocks his fingers in appeasement.
“Oh, sweet thing…” Yusuf begins to ramble. He slips his fingers to circle Nicolo’s taint, still wet and loose, cannot wait to make it even more so. And Nicolo…he actually pushes his plush ass backwards, almost like he is presenting himself.
Yusuf brings his hand down against a cheek, roughly, chuckles darkly when Nicolo moans in response, and then starts kneading the flesh. “You are not a cockwhore,” he says against Nicolo’s neck, “though you certainly seem to act like one.”
Nicolo pants in response, does not expect Yusuf at all to go in for another smack. And another, and another as he alternates between painting the priest’s ass red and palming himself, bringing his neglected cock out of his pants, watching the way it twitches at the sight of Nicolo’s entrance.
“Look at you,” Yusuf continues, “why, I’d bring my hand against your lovely ass for the rest of the night until Genoa can hear your screams. Until the wall is dripping of you and your spend, and only because of my palm.”
“Please,” Nicolo says, “please, your highness…”
“But I promised I would fill you up,” Yusuf says, and he unceremoniously turns Nicolo around so that they are now face to face, Yusuf now entirely aware of the inches in their height difference as Nicolo stares up at him with those big, sea-colored eyes. And oh - he is leaking with precome, and he looks somewhat embarrassed, that Yusuf could bring him to this again, in mere minutes, without so little as touching his cock.
“Look at you,” Yusuf says, his eyes traveling from his cock to the gems that still adorn his nipples, to his parted lips, exhaling halted breaths in clear anticipation.
Yusuf’s hand brushes Nicolo’s cock once, twice, until it is coated with the priest’s precome. And then he slicks his own cock with it, generously, watches Nicolo hungrily as he does so. “Keep your hands up,” Yusuf orders, hands coming round to grip at either side of Nicolo’s hips, then his cheeks, then under his thighs; he hosts him up, and slowly begins to lower the priest on his cock.
“Ah- ah!” Nicolo starts, adjusting to the intrusion. Yusuf is not of modest size, any of his lovers would never lie; yet still, he slides into Nicolo with surprising ease, like they were built for each other.
“Your highness,” Nicolo says, and his hands scramble for purchase on nothing; he brings one strong thigh around the Yusuf’s own ass, the other scrambling to repeat the motion as Yusuf begins to thrust into him.
“Oh, your highness,” Nicolo continues on, face grotesque with absolute ecstasy, eyes screwed shut, mouth wide open. “Yes - yes, like that!” he cries despite himself, and Yusuf thinks he’s found his sweet spot.
Yusuf repeats the motion again mercilessly, not waiting for Nicolo to adjust at all. “Like that?” he teases, and begins to mouth at Nicolo’s clavicle.
“Yes,” Nicolo pants, “yes…”
It is not the most coordinated, but it doesn’t matter; Yusuf’s cannot afford rhythm when it comes to Nicolo, who meets him halfway with his thrusts.
“Fuck me,” Nicolo pants, and Yusuf blinks back, cannot believe at all that this man was a priest mere weeks ago. “Fuck me,” Nicolo continues, “fuck me, your highness, fuck me —“
It’s certainly not as if Yusuf had intended to stop. He continues his chase for his own release, but cannot peel his eyes away from Nicolo’s cock, red and hard as it had been the beginning of the evening.
“Cockwhore,” Yusuf spills before he can stop himself, watches the way Nicolo nods in certain agreement. “You are my cockwhore.”
“Yes -“ Nicolo pants, “yes-“
“Say it,” Yusuf says, though he cannot even seem to think of a consequence if he does not oblige; the priest will come anyway. “Say what you are.”
“Your cockwhore,” Nicolo pants, “your cockwhore.”
And he begins to spill, again. His stomach is glistening with his own release, cock spitting come like he already hadn’t moments ago.
It is enough to drive Yusuf now to the edge.
Yusuf thrusts once, twice, and is gone, dissolved into this man, this priest. He cannot imagine coming down from this rapture. Nicolo’s hands have fallen from where the were pinned, but they obediently go around Yusuf’s neck, like he knows in his bones not to touch his own cock unless Yusuf says otherwise.
Yusuf presses his forehead against Nicolo’s neck, briefly, ignoring the strain of his hands trembling with Nicolo’s weight. Then he begins to set Nicolo down, giving him the chance to regain his balance.
“Come,” Yusuf says after a moment, after he had unbound Nicolo’s wrists and glimmered in pride at the molted red and purple coloring around them. “Now we take our rest. And tomorrow…I know not of what it brings, only that I am content to spend it with you.”
Re: Fill: joe/nicky, sex slave nicky and very confused joe (6/6)
Date: 2021-01-26 04:24 am (UTC)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.
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