“Do you want to go back into the house?” Yusuf asked, his hand curved around the back of Nicolo’s head.
“I thought you were going to show me,” Nicolo said against Yusuf.
“We have all the time,” Yusuf murmured. “There is no time line between you and I. Only how many years together we are gifted. I would be more than glad to use each day to show you something new and wonderful. All I ask is that smile when I wake up, a smile when I go to sleep.”
“What if...” Nicolo lifted his head enough to gaze up. He ran his tongue over his lower lip. He seemed to have come to a decision.
Yusuf swallowed as he felt Nicolo’s half-aroused cock brushed against his knee.
“I...” Nicolo bit his lower lip. “I liked it when you touched my hair.”
“Oh,” Yusuf stuttered. “That is...that is good. Yes.”
Yusuf’s hands held Nicolo’s shoulders, but he wanted to slip them under Nicolo’s arms and haul him up to his feet.
“So the stream, right now. Would it help me?”
“Help?” Yusuf croaked.
Nicolo kept two fingers up and traced Yusuf’s ribcage like a pen. Nicolo drew fine lines along the dark line of hair below Yusuf’s navel and went lower.
“Are my hands too dry?” Nicolo whispered. He curled his hand loosely around Yusuf’s cock.
Yusuf’s throat worked. The water around them did nothing to soothe his overheated skin. He tightened his hands around Nicolo’s shoulders. His heels dug into the bottom of their pool as he widened his stance.
“Your hands are perfect,” Yusuf rumbled. He felt Nicolo hesitating, his burst of boldness faltering at the base of Yusuf’s cock.
“Reach behind me,” Yusuf rasped.
Nicolo’s fingers stuttered along the length of Yusuf’s cock.
Yusuf dropped a hand around Nicolo’s nape, the other curled around a wrist. His thumb rubbed the bony joint.
“You let me explore you, an adventure I will never tire of.” Yusuf tugged Nicolo’s hand around, guiding it to his ass. “Right here, hobi, everything lays before you, begging for your touch. I invite you, no, I beg you to explore my body.”
“What...what do I do first?” Nicolo’s voice shook like the finger tucked between Yusuf’s cheeks. He tentatively brushed the tip up the crack, to the top and stopped.
Yusuf groaned. The water around him vibrated as his lower body clenched.
“That is a good start,” Yusuf managed. He breathed out sharply as Nicolo repeated the hesitant touch. “You can go in, it would not hurt me. The skin between is very sensitive.”
Yusuf reached around and smoothed a hand over the dimples on the top of Nicolo’s ass.
“Remember?” Yusuf said hushed.
Nicolo ducked his head.
“But you used your tongue. I...” Nicolo swallowed hard.
The water felt lukewarm with Yusuf and Nicolo’s bodies this close together. But Nicolo’s finger felt hot as it slipped further, almost snug between Yusuf’s cheeks. He pressed the pad of his pointer finger, applied pressure and traveled down to linger behind Yusuf’s sacs.
Yusuf gave a guttural groan. He pulled Nicolo closer so he could rest his fevered cheek against Nicolo.
Yusuf heard himself from faraway when he whispered into Nicolo’s ear.
“Do you feel my hole?”
Nicolo nodded against Yusuf’s jaw. He gulped, the motion brushing against Yusuf’s throat.
“Use your finger, trace the shape, like I did.” Yusuf huffed shakily. His knees shook. Nicolo’s cock was hard, heated even under the water. It tapped against Yusuf’s.
Nicolo’s hands were larger, long fingers almost luminescent against Yusuf’s skin. Yusuf seen them wrap firmly around a sword, awed around the rough spines of manuscripts, shy around his cock, tender on Yusuf’s skin.
Yusuf kept Nicolo close, his hand still on Nicolo’s wrist, steering him lower. He felt Nicolo’s pulse race. Against Nicolo, the erection pressing against Yusuf waned.
“You will not hurt me,” Yusuf murmured into Nicolo’s hair. “You are fine. Here. Feel my finger? Follow it, yes, ther—Nicolo, y-yes, that is good.”
A finger trembling even under water, tapped Yusuf’s rim nervously, following the puckered shape. Over and over, as if counting ridges and inspecting.
Yusuf gulped. He fought not to flex and stay relaxed, but Nicolo’s touch with the coolness of the water made his hole spasm weakly, seeking.
“Nicolo,” Yusuf groaned, “There. Right there, do you feel it? Do you feel how it shivers? Do you feel how much it needs to swallow? Your finger. There.”
Yusuf dropped his face over Nicolo’s shoulder. He would accuse Nicolo of teasing him if it were not for the minute shivers beating against his skin.
“Sh, you are good,” Yusuf managed, his voice unsteady, growing breathless. “Just press it in. No, no, no, that is normal. I am fine. Sh...”
The natural resistance from Yusuf’s body had pinched his hole tight when Nicolo’s finger gently probed, nudging in a tip.
The water made Yusuf slick, loose from soaking in the stream longer than necessary. Yet his body resisted.
Nicolo jolted. Water splattered around them.
“Do not let me hurt you,” Nicolo begged over Yusuf’s heart. “Do not let me hurt you...”
“It is good,” Yusuf assured Nicolo. “Remember how it was for you? How strange it felt, but not painful? Just a bit more strength, a little twist—yes, a bit more, until, until...”
Yusuf’s breath hitched as Nicolo’s finger sank in the first knuckle. His ass clenched, catching the digit. He groaned as he took a deep breath.
“As I exhale, hobi, push it in as deep as you can.”
Yusuf shook, both hands now curled around Nicolo’s arms. He huffed, sighing unsteadily as Nicolo’s finger slipped in, all the way until the rest of his hand stopped him.
It has been a while. The mild stretch in Yusuf’s ass was uncomfortable, but not unwelcome.
“Pull it out slowly, more, more—eh, stop there, hold it. Feel my body relaxing around it?”
“No pain?” Nicolo asked, tremulous.
Only if Nicolo did not move, but Yusuf merely shook his head. It felt ten times bigger right now.
“You feel wonderful.” Yusuf groaned under his breath. He carefully rolled his hips back, huffing as the finger touched something care deep.
Nicolo’s eyes were glazed, turned inward as he began pulling his finger in and out, rotating it as he did. He pumped carefully, his face so solemn, lost in thought.
Yusuf choked back the moans and demands he wanted to make and stayed slumped against Nicolo. Nicolo’s finger felt around him, massaging and then—
“There,” Yusuf groaned. He felt his lower back arched, his buttocks flexing. There was that distant familiar bolt of heat and pleasure that lanced up from Nicolo’s finger to his head.
Nicolo shifted against Yusuf, stilling, waiting until Yusuf stopped shuddering.
“Good?” Nicolo whispered by Yusuf’s ear.
Yusuf grunted. He clenched around Nicolo’s finger.
Nicolo’s finger moved again, surer now. The strokes were still patient and slow. The finger pressed in deep, back to exploring and again—
It felt like the water was the only thing keeping Yusuf up. Fuzzily, he realized with Nicolo’s longer fingers, his reach was deeper, accurate, an intimate precision that made Yusuf’s mouth run dry thinking about it.
Slipping in deep, slowly pulling out and slower slipping back in, Nicolo’s pace was like himself. It was agonizingly patient, determined and firm, yet gentle as he twist his finger and massaged the bundle of nerves within Yusuf.
No one ever found it within Yusuf this quickly or treated it with such intensity. He feverishly tugged Nicolo’s arms, his mind fumbling for words.
“One more, one more,” Yusuf mumbled as he leaned into Nicolo’s finger. He gulped as he felt Nicolo’s second finger lingering unsure.
Yusuf parted his legs wider. He exhaled, feeling his insides unfurling as Nicolo’s second finger carefully slipped in.
The fullness wasn’t much, but it was Nicolo’s fingers in him, Nicolo’s low timbre rolling through him. He spoke in a mix of Arabic, Greek and a smattering of words Yusuf thought was from Nicolo’s homelands. It was a melody that wrapped around him as sweetly as Nicolo’s other hand curled around his aching cock.
Everywhere around him was Nicolo. His chest was too big, too full again. Yusuf clutched Nicolo tighter, panting as Nicolo’s fingers skimmed over that spot again and again. His cock jumped in Nicolo’s loose grip.
“Yes, so good,” Yusuf breathed. “Nicolo. Nicolo...”
Inside, Yusuf’s body seemed to shrink around the fingers moving slowly around him, searching for what, Yusuf was not sure. He would give Nicolo anything, everything for another minute of Nicolo’s fingers this deep, this personal, this sweet torment that was liquefying his bones, his nerves...
With a hoarse cry, Yusuf pulled Nicolo against his shoulder, his hips erratically rolling into Nicolo’s fist, his cheeks clenching in pace with the thrusts into Nicolo’s fist. Yusuf drove his cock into that grip. The water frothed around them, a rush of sound and droplets that caught sunlight.
Yusuf felt blinded and yet he saw everything with new clarity.
The overwhelming feeling grew, bubbling up from the pit of Yusuf’s stomach to his throat.
“Hobi, hobi, hobi...” Yusuf groaned.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo said softly against his skin. “Show me.”
A perfect twist of fingers and a deep thrust and the world tipped over.
Yusuf’s release spilled into the water, into Nicolo’s fist. It pulled Yusuf’s very being out into Nicolo’s grasp.
He didn’t make a sound. He couldn’t. His air rushed out along with his release.
Knees buckled and Yusuf clutched Nicolo by the arms, this time so he would not sink to the bottom. They staggered to the side, panting loud against each other.
Their heads rested together. Nicolo stroked Yusuf’s cock, his finger and thumb smoothing down the length of Yusuf’s cock and milking him into the stream.
“...This...what you do for me...how you look. It was the same for me,” Nicolo murmured. He sounded thoughtful. He sounded uncertain.
“This was...good?”
Yusuf wanted to grab Nicolo, haul him up onto the grass and kiss him, align their bodies together and let the sun dry the water from their skin while he showed Nicolo how much it was the same.
But his bones still felt like they were made of paper, so he simply kissed Nicolo’s brow once, twice, trice.
“It was perfect, my heart.”
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Whew! NOW, we go to Chapter 16, OMG. Not able to post until super late tomorrow. Spare your browser, check for it early Friday. 😂
And no, this fic will not be 69 chapters, or 1001, lol, I would write smut forever, but goodness, let these boys sleep!
Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 15G/18
Shush, you know what I mean. LOL
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Part 15G
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(Yusuf)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
“Do you want to go back into the house?” Yusuf asked, his hand curved around the back of Nicolo’s head.
“I thought you were going to show me,” Nicolo said against Yusuf.
“We have all the time,” Yusuf murmured. “There is no time line between you and I. Only how many years together we are gifted. I would be more than glad to use each day to show you something new and wonderful. All I ask is that smile when I wake up, a smile when I go to sleep.”
“What if...” Nicolo lifted his head enough to gaze up. He ran his tongue over his lower lip. He seemed to have come to a decision.
Yusuf swallowed as he felt Nicolo’s half-aroused cock brushed against his knee.
“I...” Nicolo bit his lower lip. “I liked it when you touched my hair.”
“Oh,” Yusuf stuttered. “That is...that is good. Yes.”
Yusuf’s hands held Nicolo’s shoulders, but he wanted to slip them under Nicolo’s arms and haul him up to his feet.
“So the stream, right now. Would it help me?”
“Help?” Yusuf croaked.
Nicolo kept two fingers up and traced Yusuf’s ribcage like a pen. Nicolo drew fine lines along the dark line of hair below Yusuf’s navel and went lower.
“Are my hands too dry?” Nicolo whispered. He curled his hand loosely around Yusuf’s cock.
Yusuf’s throat worked. The water around them did nothing to soothe his overheated skin. He tightened his hands around Nicolo’s shoulders. His heels dug into the bottom of their pool as he widened his stance.
“Your hands are perfect,” Yusuf rumbled. He felt Nicolo hesitating, his burst of boldness faltering at the base of Yusuf’s cock.
“Reach behind me,” Yusuf rasped.
Nicolo’s fingers stuttered along the length of Yusuf’s cock.
Yusuf dropped a hand around Nicolo’s nape, the other curled around a wrist. His thumb rubbed the bony joint.
“You let me explore you, an adventure I will never tire of.” Yusuf tugged Nicolo’s hand around, guiding it to his ass. “Right here, hobi, everything lays before you, begging for your touch. I invite you, no, I beg you to explore my body.”
“What...what do I do first?” Nicolo’s voice shook like the finger tucked between Yusuf’s cheeks. He tentatively brushed the tip up the crack, to the top and stopped.
Yusuf groaned. The water around him vibrated as his lower body clenched.
“That is a good start,” Yusuf managed. He breathed out sharply as Nicolo repeated the hesitant touch. “You can go in, it would not hurt me. The skin between is very sensitive.”
Yusuf reached around and smoothed a hand over the dimples on the top of Nicolo’s ass.
“Remember?” Yusuf said hushed.
Nicolo ducked his head.
“But you used your tongue. I...” Nicolo swallowed hard.
The water felt lukewarm with Yusuf and Nicolo’s bodies this close together. But Nicolo’s finger felt hot as it slipped further, almost snug between Yusuf’s cheeks. He pressed the pad of his pointer finger, applied pressure and traveled down to linger behind Yusuf’s sacs.
Yusuf gave a guttural groan. He pulled Nicolo closer so he could rest his fevered cheek against Nicolo.
Yusuf heard himself from faraway when he whispered into Nicolo’s ear.
“Do you feel my hole?”
Nicolo nodded against Yusuf’s jaw. He gulped, the motion brushing against Yusuf’s throat.
“Use your finger, trace the shape, like I did.” Yusuf huffed shakily. His knees shook. Nicolo’s cock was hard, heated even under the water. It tapped against Yusuf’s.
Nicolo’s hands were larger, long fingers almost luminescent against Yusuf’s skin. Yusuf seen them wrap firmly around a sword, awed around the rough spines of manuscripts, shy around his cock, tender on Yusuf’s skin.
Yusuf kept Nicolo close, his hand still on Nicolo’s wrist, steering him lower. He felt Nicolo’s pulse race. Against Nicolo, the erection pressing against Yusuf waned.
“You will not hurt me,” Yusuf murmured into Nicolo’s hair. “You are fine. Here. Feel my finger? Follow it, yes, ther—Nicolo, y-yes, that is good.”
A finger trembling even under water, tapped Yusuf’s rim nervously, following the puckered shape. Over and over, as if counting ridges and inspecting.
Yusuf gulped. He fought not to flex and stay relaxed, but Nicolo’s touch with the coolness of the water made his hole spasm weakly, seeking.
“Nicolo,” Yusuf groaned, “There. Right there, do you feel it? Do you feel how it shivers? Do you feel how much it needs to swallow? Your finger. There.”
Yusuf dropped his face over Nicolo’s shoulder. He would accuse Nicolo of teasing him if it were not for the minute shivers beating against his skin.
“Sh, you are good,” Yusuf managed, his voice unsteady, growing breathless. “Just press it in. No, no, no, that is normal. I am fine. Sh...”
The natural resistance from Yusuf’s body had pinched his hole tight when Nicolo’s finger gently probed, nudging in a tip.
The water made Yusuf slick, loose from soaking in the stream longer than necessary. Yet his body resisted.
Nicolo jolted. Water splattered around them.
“Do not let me hurt you,” Nicolo begged over Yusuf’s heart. “Do not let me hurt you...”
“It is good,” Yusuf assured Nicolo. “Remember how it was for you? How strange it felt, but not painful? Just a bit more strength, a little twist—yes, a bit more, until, until...”
Yusuf’s breath hitched as Nicolo’s finger sank in the first knuckle. His ass clenched, catching the digit. He groaned as he took a deep breath.
“As I exhale, hobi, push it in as deep as you can.”
Yusuf shook, both hands now curled around Nicolo’s arms. He huffed, sighing unsteadily as Nicolo’s finger slipped in, all the way until the rest of his hand stopped him.
It has been a while. The mild stretch in Yusuf’s ass was uncomfortable, but not unwelcome.
“Pull it out slowly, more, more—eh, stop there, hold it. Feel my body relaxing around it?”
“No pain?” Nicolo asked, tremulous.
Only if Nicolo did not move, but Yusuf merely shook his head. It felt ten times bigger right now.
“You feel wonderful.” Yusuf groaned under his breath. He carefully rolled his hips back, huffing as the finger touched something care deep.
Nicolo’s eyes were glazed, turned inward as he began pulling his finger in and out, rotating it as he did. He pumped carefully, his face so solemn, lost in thought.
Yusuf choked back the moans and demands he wanted to make and stayed slumped against Nicolo. Nicolo’s finger felt around him, massaging and then—
“There,” Yusuf groaned. He felt his lower back arched, his buttocks flexing. There was that distant familiar bolt of heat and pleasure that lanced up from Nicolo’s finger to his head.
Nicolo shifted against Yusuf, stilling, waiting until Yusuf stopped shuddering.
“Good?” Nicolo whispered by Yusuf’s ear.
Yusuf grunted. He clenched around Nicolo’s finger.
Nicolo’s finger moved again, surer now. The strokes were still patient and slow. The finger pressed in deep, back to exploring and again—
It felt like the water was the only thing keeping Yusuf up. Fuzzily, he realized with Nicolo’s longer fingers, his reach was deeper, accurate, an intimate precision that made Yusuf’s mouth run dry thinking about it.
Slipping in deep, slowly pulling out and slower slipping back in, Nicolo’s pace was like himself. It was agonizingly patient, determined and firm, yet gentle as he twist his finger and massaged the bundle of nerves within Yusuf.
No one ever found it within Yusuf this quickly or treated it with such intensity. He feverishly tugged Nicolo’s arms, his mind fumbling for words.
“One more, one more,” Yusuf mumbled as he leaned into Nicolo’s finger. He gulped as he felt Nicolo’s second finger lingering unsure.
Yusuf parted his legs wider. He exhaled, feeling his insides unfurling as Nicolo’s second finger carefully slipped in.
The fullness wasn’t much, but it was Nicolo’s fingers in him, Nicolo’s low timbre rolling through him. He spoke in a mix of Arabic, Greek and a smattering of words Yusuf thought was from Nicolo’s homelands. It was a melody that wrapped around him as sweetly as Nicolo’s other hand curled around his aching cock.
Everywhere around him was Nicolo. His chest was too big, too full again. Yusuf clutched Nicolo tighter, panting as Nicolo’s fingers skimmed over that spot again and again. His cock jumped in Nicolo’s loose grip.
“Yes, so good,” Yusuf breathed. “Nicolo. Nicolo...”
Inside, Yusuf’s body seemed to shrink around the fingers moving slowly around him, searching for what, Yusuf was not sure. He would give Nicolo anything, everything for another minute of Nicolo’s fingers this deep, this personal, this sweet torment that was liquefying his bones, his nerves...
With a hoarse cry, Yusuf pulled Nicolo against his shoulder, his hips erratically rolling into Nicolo’s fist, his cheeks clenching in pace with the thrusts into Nicolo’s fist. Yusuf drove his cock into that grip. The water frothed around them, a rush of sound and droplets that caught sunlight.
Yusuf felt blinded and yet he saw everything with new clarity.
The overwhelming feeling grew, bubbling up from the pit of Yusuf’s stomach to his throat.
“Hobi, hobi, hobi...” Yusuf groaned.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo said softly against his skin. “Show me.”
A perfect twist of fingers and a deep thrust and the world tipped over.
Yusuf’s release spilled into the water, into Nicolo’s fist. It pulled Yusuf’s very being out into Nicolo’s grasp.
He didn’t make a sound. He couldn’t. His air rushed out along with his release.
Knees buckled and Yusuf clutched Nicolo by the arms, this time so he would not sink to the bottom. They staggered to the side, panting loud against each other.
Their heads rested together. Nicolo stroked Yusuf’s cock, his finger and thumb smoothing down the length of Yusuf’s cock and milking him into the stream.
“...This...what you do for me...how you look. It was the same for me,” Nicolo murmured. He sounded thoughtful. He sounded uncertain.
“This was...good?”
Yusuf wanted to grab Nicolo, haul him up onto the grass and kiss him, align their bodies together and let the sun dry the water from their skin while he showed Nicolo how much it was the same.
But his bones still felt like they were made of paper, so he simply kissed Nicolo’s brow once, twice, trice.
“It was perfect, my heart.”
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Whew! NOW, we go to Chapter 16, OMG. Not able to post until super late tomorrow. Spare your browser, check for it early Friday. 😂
And no, this fic will not be 69 chapters, or 1001, lol, I would write smut forever, but goodness, let these boys sleep!
Tomorrow or, er, Friday!