Fills Post #2

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FILL: Nicky/Others, dubcon, long lost childhood friend (3/3)

[(Anonymous)]

Nicolo approaches slowly, like a frightened animal. He sits back down when Yusuf guides him to and watches with heavy-lidded eyes as Yusuf divests himself of his clothing and lays down on the bed.

"What do we need to do?"

"They will check me for your come when you leave," Nicolo says dully. "In me, somewhere on my body. You are also meant to tell them when you leave if you were satisfied with my services, something you neglected to do when you ran away last time."

"My apologies," Yusuf says softly, and takes him by the hand. "I don't want to hurt you. You can sit on me, go at your own pace. If it hurts, we stop. Alright?"

Nicolo stares at him for a long moment. "You are a very strange man," he murmurs eventually, then reaches for the oil Yusuf left on the side table. He slicks up his hand and reaches for Yusuf's flaccid cock. "Let me get you ready, at least, or else I will have nothing to sit on."

Yusuf nods his assent and closes his eyes, falling into the feeling of Nicolo's broad palm around him, the callouses on his palms he's had ever since they first started to learn swordplay together, the heat of his skin. It doesn't take him long to get hard, the muscle memory of Nicolo's touch so very dear and familiar. And Nicolo--well, Nicolo has certainly learned many tricks during his time here, for better or worse. He's moaning and dripping precome in no time.

"Alright," Nicolo says softly and shifts, hovering above him for a moment before sinking down in one long, delicious movement. He gasps and Yusuf groans, head thrown back as he's enveloped in that slick heat. "Oh," Nicolo says above him, sounding surprised. Oh, you--you feel good."

His hands come up to rest on Nicolo's hips and he thrusts up slightly, fucking up into him. Nicolo moans again and tilts forward, hands on either side of Yusuf's head, and bears down.

They find a rhythm quickly, again, it is like muscle memory. They have always fit together so well. Yusuf dreamed of this, time and time again, after the news of the murders reached him. He'd wake hard and wanting, with tears on his cheeks, and curl sleepless and weeping for the rest of the night. Now, Nicolo is here, on top of him, around him, and if he closes his eyes it could be years ago, they could be splayed out on Nicolo's bed, laughing and learning each other for the first time again. If he closes his eyes, it's almost as if the last five years never happened.

Of course, the illusion fades quickly. Nicolo is exhausted, in pain, and his movements slow as he tires. Yusuf plants his hands more firmly on Nicolo's hips and fucks up into him, fast and deep, the way he remembers Nicolo used to like it. He reaches one hand over to thumb at the head of Nicolo's cock, rubbing gently over the slit until Nicolo is gasping, head thrown back in pleasure, clenching around him. "Feel good?" he manages, and Nicolo nods. "Are you close?"

Nicolo nods desperately and Yusuf fucks him harder, faster. A few moments later, Nicolo knocks his hand away and tightens his fingers around the base of his own twitching cock. "Shouldn't come on you," he manages. "Need to--to--"

"No," Yusuf says. "You can. Please, Nicolo."

Nicolo looks down at him with those eyes. "You keep calling me that. Nicolo."

Yusuf reaches up the hand that was teasing Nicolo's dick and cups his cheek with it. "That is your name."

Nicolo shakes his head. "I don't have a name."

"You do," Yusuf says, brushing a thumb over his lips. "It is Nicolo."

Nicolo gasps and takes his hand away from his cock. "Say it again."

"Nicolo," Yusuf whispers, reverent, and Nicolo shudders and comes, spilling over his own hand and Yusuf's belly. He clenches deliciously around Yusuf, enough to send him careening over the edge of his own orgasm. When he comes back to himself Nicolo is slumped over him, face buried in the crook of his neck, still breathing hard and completely boneless.

"Are you alright?" he whispers, and Nicolo nods slightly.

"Was this enough?" he asks, and Nicolo shrugs.

"Is there anything more I can do? To stop them from hurting you ?"

Nicolo shifts slightly and sighs, his hot breath gusting against Yusuf's neck. "Stay the night. Wake me before you have to leave. Fuck my mouth and leave me drooling your come on the bed. That will be enough, I think." Despite the rather dire situation, Yusuf finds his dick twitching at the mental image.

"Alright," he agrees. "We have a few hours until dawn. You should rest." He gently nudges Nicolo off him and to the side, where he settles on his belly, body slightly curved towards Yusuf. Yusuf slides off the bed and retrieves a cloth, water, and the vial of oil. He cleans himself off, offers Nicolo some water, and holds up the vial. "Now will you let me put this on your wounds? It will help, they will not be so stiff or hurt you so."

Nicolo hums in acquiescence and Yusuf settles on the bed beside him, gently spreading the oil back over the wounds. He's pliant in a different way now, exhausted and sated rather than submissive and frightened. He hums as Yusuf rubs in the oil and sighs into the pillow. "Nicolo," he mumbles. "And...you are Yusuf?"


"Yes," he says. "I am Yusuf." Nicolo hums again and sinks deeper into the bed, boneless as his eyes slide shut.

"There is an orchard, I think," he mumbles. "A boy with curls. Sunlight on ripening figs. The smell of fallen fruit rotting in the summer. I dream that, some nights."

His heart jumps in his chest and he opens his mouth to ask more, to beg him if he remembers, but Nicolo's breathing is deep and even now and he is asleep. Yusuf cannot bear to wake him, so he settles in beside him and waits for the dawn.


If I ever write more/come up with some backstory, I might post this on AO3...for now, I hope it scratches an itch!

Re: FILL: Nicky/Others, dubcon, long lost childhood friend (3/3)

[(Anonymous)]

Awesome!! I'm very intrigued!! :D

Re: FILL: Nicky/Others, dubcon, long lost childhood friend (3/3)

[(Anonymous)]

This is amazing! 😭😭😭 ugghh the last bit especially making me cry

Re: FILL: Nicky/Others, dubcon, long lost childhood friend (3/3)

[(Anonymous)]

You could post this on AO3 too, it's great as it is! (Though I wouldn't say no to a good ending, I am a sucker for those...)

Re: FILL: Nicky/Others, dubcon, long lost childhood friend (3/3)

[(Anonymous)]

I wanted to see this prompt filled 😭🙏 THANK YOU FOR IT

Re: FILL: Nicky/Others, dubcon, long lost childhood friend (3/3)

[(Anonymous)]

Yesssss

Re: FILL: Nicky/Others, dubcon, long lost childhood friend (3/3)

[(Anonymous)]

This was great!