He could not to be angry at Nicolo. It just was not in him.
Yusuf remembered the first time his blade clashed with Nicolo’s sword. Their mutual anger fueled by the battle around them had boiled it into rage. He felt rage towards the invaders. He felt confusion as to why they came across such a distance to destroy.
But at Nicolo himself? No. Decades shared with Nicolo, lifetimes over, has dulled their memories but Yusuf still recalled no anger towards Nicolo specifically.
There was a weight sitting on Yusuf’s chest. As he sat in the bathing pool, he rubbed the spot in the middle of his chest, fingers idly scratching the short chest hair as he wondered why it felt like a great object was crushing his ribs. He breathed around it slowly, his eyes glancing towards the path that led back to the house.
No one was approaching the stream.
The pressure on Yusuf’s chest increased.
Ah. Yusuf smiled wryly to himself. So that is the reason then. He was not surprised. He absentmindedly wiped a rag over his arms and shoulders as he continued facing the path. He wondered if Nicolo ate the stew. Yusuf hoped he did.
When Yusuf returned with the nets and the two traps—the poor rabbits were still alive and terrified so he let them go instead—he heard the thin whine of steel through the air.
He dropped the nets and ran towards the sound, only remembering too late his scimitar was at their dwelling.
Around the structure, Yusuf halted at the sight of Nicolo and his longsword. And he could not move, could not speak as slender arms and strong thighs stretched and flexed as Nicolo swung the sword. He acted like he was fighting an enemy. Perhaps he was.
Nicolo looked...
Yusuf’s hand released the rag. His hand wandered to his lax cock. He curled a loose hand around it.
Nicolo insisted his clothing was sufficient despite patches were getting threadbare, too worn to be patched again. So when damp with sweat, the patches turned transparent. And clung possessively.
The back of Nicolo’s trousers plastered around the shape of his ass, echoing the clench of his buttocks and hips as he lunge, feinted and swung. His sleeves shaped around the gentle curve of his biceps and the bent of his elbow. Yusuf remembered how Nicolo squirmed whenever Yusuf kissed the inside of his elbows, his beard brushing along his wrists as he savored the taste of Nicolo’s skin.
Yusuf murmured to himself, his hand tightening around his thickening sex. He spread his legs, his hips rolling back, his lower back flexing. He continued watching the path.
The sword was an extension of Nicolo. Arms straight, the sword obeyed every move, trembling only when Nicolo’s arms shook at the strain. His feet turned, switched, flexed as he slashed across the unseen in front of him.
Nicolo collapsed, due to exhaustion or a move done improperly, it was not clear. Yusuf almost bolted out from his hiding place.
The look on Nicolo’s face stopped him.
Eyes glinting a blue unlike Yusuf has ever seen and his jaw clenching, Nicolo looked ready to charge. His eyes challenged something only he could see. On his hands and knees, soaked with sweat, Nicolo’s chin lifted and dared someone to attack him at that moment.
“Hello Nicolo,” Yusuf murmured. His eyes glazed as he recalled the heat slowly churning in his belly. He retreated after Nicolo rose to his feet, the look in his eyes, the way his body moved with a fluidity and grace Yusuf did not realize he missed until it was back before him.
This was Nicolo, his Nicolo di Genova, his hobi, his forever.
Yusuf’s hand pumped his length under the water, faster as his memory trailed greedy eyes down Nicolo’s back, how it curved, tipping his ass back, his thighs slender yet strong as they bunched under clingy trousers. His broad shoulders, his narrow hips, the long arms that languidly moved as if they were underwater.
“Uh...Ni...” Yusuf breathed, his hand frantic. He squeezed his eyes shut, his own ass clenching at the memory of Nicolo’s finger shyly entering him. That blunt, long and knowing finger slipping in deep, filling Yusuf yet woefully not enough. How tentative it first explored him. How bold that touch became, striking that place inside with a sure stroke. Graceful warrior’s hands.
Yusuf came, with a force and rush of heat so sharp, his eyes flew open as if to let the fire billow out. The water splashed around him as his legs kicked out, his hand still around his cock, furiously pulling and coaxing every drop’s freedom.
It was both harder and easier to breathe. Yusuf gasped as the haze that dropped over his vision lifted. He raised heavy-lidded eyes to search for the darkening blue sky.
And found the darkening blue of Nicolo’s eyes instead.
Yusuf was too spent to blush. He sagged, his back supported by the edge of the pool. He caught Nicolo’s eyes drifting down towards the water.
“You came,” Yusuf rasped, out of breath as it felt like he could physically sense Nicolo's gaze caressing him. His legs fell open, his half-aroused state for Nicolo to see.
“You...you asked,” Nicolo said, distracted. His eyes lingered on the water. He knelt by the pool edge opposite of Yusuf. His tunic was wrinkled, having dried over Nicolo. It hugged Nicolo’s frame in a way Yusuf envied.
“I said only if you want,” Yusuf murmured. His hand wandered back to his sex.
“And did you?” Yusuf rumbled. His hand curled back around his cock. “Did you want?”
Nicolo’s throat worked, his hands curling around the yellowing grass along the edge. Yusuf kept still so he would not disturb the water. He kept his legs spread and his voice low.
“Did you?” Yusuf asked again, firmer.
Nicolo mutely nodded.
Yusuf thought about that look of defiance, the way the breeze flitted around Nicolo. His tongue swiped over his lower lip. He took a deep breath.
“Then take off your clothes,” Yusuf softly ordered. “Now.”
That narrow-eyed expression returned. Then eased as it went back to contemplate the water and Yusuf’s returning erection.
Yusuf’s hand stroked up his rising cock. His other hand gestured lazily at Nicolo.
“Stand up. I want to see it.”
Nicolo’s chin lifted. He did not say anything. But his eyes, oh, his eyes were the color of stormy seas crashing onto shore.
Yusuf stared back, his hand cupping his length, his expression bland as he considered Nicolo.
“Only if you want,” Yusuf murmured as he continued to pump his cock, the cool water teasing the tightening of his skin.
Nicolo considered Yusuf like he was trying to predict Yusuf’s next move. They were back on a battlefield, this one of their own choosing.
Without another word, Nicolo rose to his feet.
There was nothing playful in the way Nicolo undressed. He shrugged as he rolled his tunic up over his chest, tugging briefly to get it past his ears and hair. His trousers, with the laces undone, puddled down to bony ankles, revealing pale legs and a slender pink cock half risen between them.
Yusuf’s mouth went dry as his eyes trailed from Nicolo's narrow feet, up the bump of his anklebones, to the dark nest of hair between Nicolo’s legs.
Yusuf let go of his own cock and rose to his feet as well. He stood, feet at shoulder apart, his cock a hot weight pulling his groin. He waded to Nicolo.
Nicolo’s cock was flushed with blood, erect and against Nicolo’s stomach. There was dark hairs on his forearms, his calves, but very little anywhere else. Nicolo was smooth in some parts, rough in others.
Yusuf slipped a hand around Nicolo’s ankle. He rose up to kiss Nicolo’s right shin. Nicolo tasted of salty sweat.
“Stay there,” Yusuf murmured into Nicolo’s calf as he stretched as high as could could to mouthed the sparse hair covering Nicolo’s calf. His hand moved up the ankle, kneading the bunched muscles of the calf.
"Now sit down." Yusuf patted Nicolo’s ankle. He stepped back to watch Nicolo sit down on the edge of the pool. Yusuf guided Nicolo's knees over his shoulders. Before he change his mind, Yusuf slipped his palms over Nicolo's cheeks and abruptly stepped back.
Nicolo yelped which quickly changed to a groan when he found himself sitting on top of Yusuf's shoulders, held up afloat by Yusuf's hands on his ass.
The groan turned into a broken cry as Yusuf roughly tugged Nicolo closer, his mouth easily finding Nicolo's cock. He kissed the weeping tip before he gobbled Nicolo whole.
"Ah, ah," Nicolo choked. He hunched forward, his arms wrapped around Yusuf's head, trembling as Yusuf relaxed his throat and invited Nicolo's cock to slide all the way in.
Yusuf kept his lips pursed tight around Nicolo's length, his hands gripping Nicolo's cheeks tighter. He could not hold up Nicolo for too long, but oh, the weight of that defiance, that grace, quivering around him, in his throat with those tiny desperate sounds...He kneaded the cheeks as he sucked and let himself grow dizzy for air and from Nicolo's increasing hiccuped cries.
Nicolo's buttocks clenched, once more trying not to thrust, trying not to hurt and Yusuf had enough. He wanted the Nicolo he saw behind the house. He wanted the Nicolo that glared and dared someone, anyone, to fight him.
Yusuf noisily slurped around Nicolo's erection, hefted Nicolo higher, a hand moving, slipping in-between...
Nicolo jolted as a finger slipped in and claimed him. He started as one finger quickly became two. His hips helplessly jerked into Yusuf's mouth.
Yusuf groaned around the cock, his lips kneading the length as his fingers greedily explored Nicolo, seeking that spot where he rubbed across over and over, faster the higher Nicolo keened.
"Yu...Yu...oh w-wait, I-I...Oh, oh..."
Nicolo was babbling, sobbing and still trying not to thrust.
No, this will not do.
Yusuf's fingers twisted and dove deeper and as Nicolo arched his back, a thrust so deep the sky darkened, Yusuf slipped in the third.
Nicolo cried out Yusuf's name as if Yusuf held all the answers. He came as Yusuf tumbled him back onto the grass. He came when Yusuf devoured his cock again, his hands spreading Nicolo wide, wider, his fingers owning him, possessing him, demanding Nicolo to fall into another release.
Yusuf drank greedily, deliberately making obscene wet sounds as bitter fluid and saliva slobbered all over Nicolo's belly. Yusuf did not swallow. Instead, he wanted to mark Nicolo, he wanted to stain Nicolo. He wanted to rile up his Nicolo, shatter him and rebuild his beautiful warrior.
Mouths and fingers tasted and lay claim. When Nicolo rolled Yusuf onto his back, Yusuf hissed "Yes, yes" at the flash in Nicolo's eyes. He coaxed Nicolo to add another finger, groaning at the wonderful stretch, mewling as Nicolo swallowed and then crawl up to Yusuf's mouth to kiss him. They tasted each other in their mouths, their stained bodies smearing and rutting against each other.
Yusuf's fingers slipped back into Nicolo the moment Nicolo was within reach. Yusuf held as still as possible. And with a breathless voice, ordered Nicolo to ride his fingers.
Oh, how Nicolo rode Yusuf's hand, his hips rocking, his cock rutting into Yusuf's stomach. Nicolo moved with abandon, his eyes cloudy with need. Yusuf swore Nicolo would break his hand and if he did, Yusuf would enter Nicolo with his other hand and let Nicolo ride his fingers until he broke both of Yusuf's hands.
"Deeper," Yusuf demanded, "Take what you want. Fight for what you want from me."
"Yus..." Nicolo sobbed, gasping and pleading.
"No," Yusuf croaked. "I will do nothing. Take what you want, Nicolo. Fight for it."
Nicolo bowed his head, breathing harshly before he groaned. He ground his cock against Yusuf's, his ass clutching Yusuf's fingers and snapped back into Yusuf's hand before surging forward to strike against Yusuf's cock.
"Yes," Yusuf murmured. It hurt to hold still when he wanted to yank Nicolo against him.
Nicolo wailed, his head thrown back when he came. He held his pelvis up, his cock spilling all over Yusuf's torso and crotch. Nicolo marked him just like Yusuf had marked him. And Nicolo thrashed, grinding against Yusuf, incoherent as he rode Yusuf's fingers. He only stopped when Yusuf came once more and everything now felt too sharp on their skins.
Yusuf wrapped a leg around Nicolo, his heel on the top of the cleft. He tried to speak. Could not. He watched Nicolo tried to do the same.
"Was..." Nicolo panted. "Was this what you want? What I want? I..."
Yusuf's chest expanded, too big to fit, warm and intoxicating as he gazed on Nicolo curled half on top of him. He pressed a fingertip into Nicolo's hole and felt him shiver against him. And then knocked his head onto Yusuf's chin to chide him to stop.
"Yes," Yusuf murmured. He dropped a kiss on Nicolo's damn head.
"This is exactly what we both want. In fact, it is what we both needed."
--------------------- Sooooo, it was just Yusuf today because he wanted SEX. lol
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NEW HERE: Needs of the Other 17B/20
Date: 2020-11-09 10:22 pm (UTC)———————————————-
Part 17B
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(Yusuf)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
He could not to be angry at Nicolo. It just was not in him.
Yusuf remembered the first time his blade clashed with Nicolo’s sword. Their mutual anger fueled by the battle around them had boiled it into rage. He felt rage towards the invaders. He felt confusion as to why they came across such a distance to destroy.
But at Nicolo himself? No. Decades shared with Nicolo, lifetimes over, has dulled their memories but Yusuf still recalled no anger towards Nicolo specifically.
There was a weight sitting on Yusuf’s chest. As he sat in the bathing pool, he rubbed the spot in the middle of his chest, fingers idly scratching the short chest hair as he wondered why it felt like a great object was crushing his ribs. He breathed around it slowly, his eyes glancing towards the path that led back to the house.
No one was approaching the stream.
The pressure on Yusuf’s chest increased.
Ah. Yusuf smiled wryly to himself. So that is the reason then. He was not surprised. He absentmindedly wiped a rag over his arms and shoulders as he continued facing the path. He wondered if Nicolo ate the stew. Yusuf hoped he did.
When Yusuf returned with the nets and the two traps—the poor rabbits were still alive and terrified so he let them go instead—he heard the thin whine of steel through the air.
He dropped the nets and ran towards the sound, only remembering too late his scimitar was at their dwelling.
Around the structure, Yusuf halted at the sight of Nicolo and his longsword. And he could not move, could not speak as slender arms and strong thighs stretched and flexed as Nicolo swung the sword. He acted like he was fighting an enemy. Perhaps he was.
Nicolo looked...
Yusuf’s hand released the rag. His hand wandered to his lax cock. He curled a loose hand around it.
Nicolo insisted his clothing was sufficient despite patches were getting threadbare, too worn to be patched again. So when damp with sweat, the patches turned transparent. And clung possessively.
The back of Nicolo’s trousers plastered around the shape of his ass, echoing the clench of his buttocks and hips as he lunge, feinted and swung. His sleeves shaped around the gentle curve of his biceps and the bent of his elbow. Yusuf remembered how Nicolo squirmed whenever Yusuf kissed the inside of his elbows, his beard brushing along his wrists as he savored the taste of Nicolo’s skin.
Yusuf murmured to himself, his hand tightening around his thickening sex. He spread his legs, his hips rolling back, his lower back flexing. He continued watching the path.
The sword was an extension of Nicolo. Arms straight, the sword obeyed every move, trembling only when Nicolo’s arms shook at the strain. His feet turned, switched, flexed as he slashed across the unseen in front of him.
Nicolo collapsed, due to exhaustion or a move done improperly, it was not clear. Yusuf almost bolted out from his hiding place.
The look on Nicolo’s face stopped him.
Eyes glinting a blue unlike Yusuf has ever seen and his jaw clenching, Nicolo looked ready to charge. His eyes challenged something only he could see. On his hands and knees, soaked with sweat, Nicolo’s chin lifted and dared someone to attack him at that moment.
“Hello Nicolo,” Yusuf murmured. His eyes glazed as he recalled the heat slowly churning in his belly. He retreated after Nicolo rose to his feet, the look in his eyes, the way his body moved with a fluidity and grace Yusuf did not realize he missed until it was back before him.
This was Nicolo, his Nicolo di Genova, his hobi, his forever.
Yusuf’s hand pumped his length under the water, faster as his memory trailed greedy eyes down Nicolo’s back, how it curved, tipping his ass back, his thighs slender yet strong as they bunched under clingy trousers. His broad shoulders, his narrow hips, the long arms that languidly moved as if they were underwater.
“Uh...Ni...” Yusuf breathed, his hand frantic. He squeezed his eyes shut, his own ass clenching at the memory of Nicolo’s finger shyly entering him. That blunt, long and knowing finger slipping in deep, filling Yusuf yet woefully not enough. How tentative it first explored him. How bold that touch became, striking that place inside with a sure stroke. Graceful warrior’s hands.
Yusuf came, with a force and rush of heat so sharp, his eyes flew open as if to let the fire billow out. The water splashed around him as his legs kicked out, his hand still around his cock, furiously pulling and coaxing every drop’s freedom.
It was both harder and easier to breathe. Yusuf gasped as the haze that dropped over his vision lifted. He raised heavy-lidded eyes to search for the darkening blue sky.
And found the darkening blue of Nicolo’s eyes instead.
Yusuf was too spent to blush. He sagged, his back supported by the edge of the pool. He caught Nicolo’s eyes drifting down towards the water.
“You came,” Yusuf rasped, out of breath as it felt like he could physically sense Nicolo's gaze caressing him. His legs fell open, his half-aroused state for Nicolo to see.
“You...you asked,” Nicolo said, distracted. His eyes lingered on the water. He knelt by the pool edge opposite of Yusuf. His tunic was wrinkled, having dried over Nicolo. It hugged Nicolo’s frame in a way Yusuf envied.
“I said only if you want,” Yusuf murmured. His hand wandered back to his sex.
“And did you?” Yusuf rumbled. His hand curled back around his cock. “Did you want?”
Nicolo’s throat worked, his hands curling around the yellowing grass along the edge. Yusuf kept still so he would not disturb the water. He kept his legs spread and his voice low.
“Did you?” Yusuf asked again, firmer.
Nicolo mutely nodded.
Yusuf thought about that look of defiance, the way the breeze flitted around Nicolo. His tongue swiped over his lower lip. He took a deep breath.
“Then take off your clothes,” Yusuf softly ordered. “Now.”
That narrow-eyed expression returned. Then eased as it went back to contemplate the water and Yusuf’s returning erection.
Yusuf’s hand stroked up his rising cock. His other hand gestured lazily at Nicolo.
“Stand up. I want to see it.”
Nicolo’s chin lifted. He did not say anything. But his eyes, oh, his eyes were the color of stormy seas crashing onto shore.
Yusuf stared back, his hand cupping his length, his expression bland as he considered Nicolo.
“Only if you want,” Yusuf murmured as he continued to pump his cock, the cool water teasing the tightening of his skin.
Nicolo considered Yusuf like he was trying to predict Yusuf’s next move. They were back on a battlefield, this one of their own choosing.
Without another word, Nicolo rose to his feet.
There was nothing playful in the way Nicolo undressed. He shrugged as he rolled his tunic up over his chest, tugging briefly to get it past his ears and hair. His trousers, with the laces undone, puddled down to bony ankles, revealing pale legs and a slender pink cock half risen between them.
Yusuf’s mouth went dry as his eyes trailed from Nicolo's narrow feet, up the bump of his anklebones, to the dark nest of hair between Nicolo’s legs.
Yusuf let go of his own cock and rose to his feet as well. He stood, feet at shoulder apart, his cock a hot weight pulling his groin. He waded to Nicolo.
Nicolo’s cock was flushed with blood, erect and against Nicolo’s stomach. There was dark hairs on his forearms, his calves, but very little anywhere else. Nicolo was smooth in some parts, rough in others.
Yusuf slipped a hand around Nicolo’s ankle. He rose up to kiss Nicolo’s right shin. Nicolo tasted of salty sweat.
“Stay there,” Yusuf murmured into Nicolo’s calf as he stretched as high as could could to mouthed the sparse hair covering Nicolo’s calf. His hand moved up the ankle, kneading the bunched muscles of the calf.
"Now sit down." Yusuf patted Nicolo’s ankle. He stepped back to watch Nicolo sit down on the edge of the pool. Yusuf guided Nicolo's knees over his shoulders. Before he change his mind, Yusuf slipped his palms over Nicolo's cheeks and abruptly stepped back.
Nicolo yelped which quickly changed to a groan when he found himself sitting on top of Yusuf's shoulders, held up afloat by Yusuf's hands on his ass.
The groan turned into a broken cry as Yusuf roughly tugged Nicolo closer, his mouth easily finding Nicolo's cock. He kissed the weeping tip before he gobbled Nicolo whole.
"Ah, ah," Nicolo choked. He hunched forward, his arms wrapped around Yusuf's head, trembling as Yusuf relaxed his throat and invited Nicolo's cock to slide all the way in.
Yusuf kept his lips pursed tight around Nicolo's length, his hands gripping Nicolo's cheeks tighter. He could not hold up Nicolo for too long, but oh, the weight of that defiance, that grace, quivering around him, in his throat with those tiny desperate sounds...He kneaded the cheeks as he sucked and let himself grow dizzy for air and from Nicolo's increasing hiccuped cries.
Nicolo's buttocks clenched, once more trying not to thrust, trying not to hurt and Yusuf had enough. He wanted the Nicolo he saw behind the house. He wanted the Nicolo that glared and dared someone, anyone, to fight him.
Yusuf noisily slurped around Nicolo's erection, hefted Nicolo higher, a hand moving, slipping in-between...
Nicolo jolted as a finger slipped in and claimed him. He started as one finger quickly became two. His hips helplessly jerked into Yusuf's mouth.
Yusuf groaned around the cock, his lips kneading the length as his fingers greedily explored Nicolo, seeking that spot where he rubbed across over and over, faster the higher Nicolo keened.
"Yu...Yu...oh w-wait, I-I...Oh, oh..."
Nicolo was babbling, sobbing and still trying not to thrust.
No, this will not do.
Yusuf's fingers twisted and dove deeper and as Nicolo arched his back, a thrust so deep the sky darkened, Yusuf slipped in the third.
Nicolo cried out Yusuf's name as if Yusuf held all the answers. He came as Yusuf tumbled him back onto the grass. He came when Yusuf devoured his cock again, his hands spreading Nicolo wide, wider, his fingers owning him, possessing him, demanding Nicolo to fall into another release.
Yusuf drank greedily, deliberately making obscene wet sounds as bitter fluid and saliva slobbered all over Nicolo's belly. Yusuf did not swallow. Instead, he wanted to mark Nicolo, he wanted to stain Nicolo. He wanted to rile up his Nicolo, shatter him and rebuild his beautiful warrior.
Mouths and fingers tasted and lay claim. When Nicolo rolled Yusuf onto his back, Yusuf hissed "Yes, yes" at the flash in Nicolo's eyes. He coaxed Nicolo to add another finger, groaning at the wonderful stretch, mewling as Nicolo swallowed and then crawl up to Yusuf's mouth to kiss him. They tasted each other in their mouths, their stained bodies smearing and rutting against each other.
Yusuf's fingers slipped back into Nicolo the moment Nicolo was within reach. Yusuf held as still as possible. And with a breathless voice, ordered Nicolo to ride his fingers.
Oh, how Nicolo rode Yusuf's hand, his hips rocking, his cock rutting into Yusuf's stomach. Nicolo moved with abandon, his eyes cloudy with need. Yusuf swore Nicolo would break his hand and if he did, Yusuf would enter Nicolo with his other hand and let Nicolo ride his fingers until he broke both of Yusuf's hands.
"Deeper," Yusuf demanded, "Take what you want. Fight for what you want from me."
"Yus..." Nicolo sobbed, gasping and pleading.
"No," Yusuf croaked. "I will do nothing. Take what you want, Nicolo. Fight for it."
Nicolo bowed his head, breathing harshly before he groaned. He ground his cock against Yusuf's, his ass clutching Yusuf's fingers and snapped back into Yusuf's hand before surging forward to strike against Yusuf's cock.
"Yes," Yusuf murmured. It hurt to hold still when he wanted to yank Nicolo against him.
Nicolo wailed, his head thrown back when he came. He held his pelvis up, his cock spilling all over Yusuf's torso and crotch. Nicolo marked him just like Yusuf had marked him. And Nicolo thrashed, grinding against Yusuf, incoherent as he rode Yusuf's fingers. He only stopped when Yusuf came once more and everything now felt too sharp on their skins.
Yusuf wrapped a leg around Nicolo, his heel on the top of the cleft. He tried to speak. Could not. He watched Nicolo tried to do the same.
"Was..." Nicolo panted. "Was this what you want? What I want? I..."
Yusuf's chest expanded, too big to fit, warm and intoxicating as he gazed on Nicolo curled half on top of him. He pressed a fingertip into Nicolo's hole and felt him shiver against him. And then knocked his head onto Yusuf's chin to chide him to stop.
"Yes," Yusuf murmured. He dropped a kiss on Nicolo's damn head.
"This is exactly what we both want. In fact, it is what we both needed."
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Sooooo, it was just Yusuf today because he wanted SEX. lol
See you tomorrow!