Quick sex scene. I can't call it make up sex because they suck at arguing, huh? LOL
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(Nicolo)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
The sigh against Nicolo's nape did not sound like the other has slept at all.
“You can not sleep?” Nicolo whispered. Sleep was elusive for him as well. He rubbed the arm around his middle. “Does today still trouble you?”
Yusuf shifted, his forehead bumping to the back of Nicolo’s head.
“Wait for me after we break fast in the morning,” Yusuf mumbled. “I will go with you.”
Nicolo’s hand stilled over Yusuf’s arm.
“You do not have to,” Nicolo said. “I know you spoke out of fear before. I will be fine. You may be correct that Hedi did not inform his men about the village and they will be spared. I go merely to assure them one will be there to defend them.”
Yusuf sighed again.
Nicolo turned his head, but he could not catch a glimpse of Yusuf.
Yusuf’s smile pressed into Nicolo’s nape hot like a brand. It was a pity such a mark shared between them was not possible.
“Always be there when I look for you.” The arms around Nicolo’s middle tightened. “Waking from sleep. Or from death. Even if we are angry with each other. Please be the first thing I see when I open my eyes.”
"I swear I will never break this promise." Nicolo reached up for Yusuf’s forearm. He curled a hand around Yusuf’s pulse.
“As for angry...I do not think I can truly stay angry with you,” Nicolo admitted. “Before, my ire did not last as long as my wish to see you again.”
Yusuf kissed the back of Nicolo’s hair. “It was the same for me. How quick you forgive humbles me.” He slipped a leg between Nicolo’s. A distinct heat rested on Nicolo’s lower back.
Nicolo flushed.
“Your stamina humbles me,” Nicolo muttered. He fidgeted, leaning back into Yusuf and his half aroused cock. “I thought your appetite was sated.” Twice, in fact. The unfortunate chicken that had wandered by the doorway shrieked scandalized.
“I always hunger for you,” Yusuf exhaled. “But no, rest, my heart. I will deal with it. I can not help react to you, but I will behave. I do not have the strength to have another bath with you.”
Nicolo snorted, but remained where he lay. He felt Yusuf shift closer, his hips rocking quietly into Nicolo’s back.
“Another bath and I would shrivel in places that would displease you,” Nicolo scoffed.
Yusuf embraced Nicolo harder, his rutting more urgent. Nicolo could not help but follow.
“Nothing of you,” Yusuf breathed, “could ever displease me. The more I touch you, the more I crave. The more I taste you, the more I hunger. The more I see you, the more I long to see you again. I am certain the sight and feel of you will excite me for a millennia. More.”
Nicolo moaned quietly at Yusuf’s words, at the sensation of Yusuf gliding over him, his cock a hard presence that made his insides quivered. His body suddenly felt heavy and clumsy, his limbs moving without his permission.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo whimpered as he reached down and fumbled for the laces of his trousers.
Yusuf’s hand reached around and captured Nicolo’s, stopping him from tugging down his trousers.
"Oh..." Nicolo tried to tug his hand free. "I n-need, I-I, Yu...Yusuf..."
“Sh,” Yusuf hushed. He kissed Nicolo’s right shoulder again and again as he continued to grind along the length of Nicolo’s back.
Nicolo heard himself whining deep in his throat, felt his legs bending and straightening. Yusuf’s leg between his was gone and the loss was unbearable. It was like in the pool when Yusuf’s fingers filled him. It was like the many times where Yusuf’s touch filled and stretched but still left him feeling so empty.
He needed more of Yusuf. Somehow. Now.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo moaned. “Yusuf, this feeling...I do not understand...Yu—Please.”
“What do you want?” Yusuf whispered.
“I-I,” Nicolo quietly sobbed. “I do not know. I just do. Please.”
Yusuf rocked harder into Nicolo, his erection freed now, hot and leaking as it rubbed into the skin exposed when Nicolo yanked up the hem of his tunic, his fist around the fabric threatening to tear his own shirt.
“Uh,” Nicolo choked out. “Yu—Please...I...”
“You are okay,” Yusuf murmured, a voice without a face hidden behind Nicolo, his beard a tantalizing sensation along the exposed skin around Nicolo’s neckline. “Tell me. I would climb up to the moon for you. Tell me.”
“I-I do not kno—Yu...Yusuf,” Nicolo hiccuped.
Yusuf slowly tugged down Nicolo’s trousers from his ass. He shushed Nicolo again when Nicolo keened. His thick thighs caught Nicolo’s between his, pressing them together. Yusuf’s cock squeezed in-between Nicolo’s thighs.
Nicolo choked. Yes. This. But also not. The heat of Yusuf’s cock pushing between his thighs was good and yet...yet...
“Ah...” Nicolo found himself gasping.
Yusuf muttered something into Nicolo’s hair Nicolo could not grasp. Yusuf drew up his knees, wrapping his legs around Nicolo’s, squeezing his thighs together even tighter.
Heat rutted under Nicolo’s sacs, the hard length poking out under his cock. Yusuf groaned, muttering he can not reach the oil, but Nicolo could not bring himself to fathom why. He did not care. He slapped his hands over Yusuf’s firm grip on his hips. He felt Yusuf’s fingers flexing, digging into muscle. He panted, broken cries spilling out as he tried to stay afloat. He was drowning as he writhed within Yusuf's hold.
“Please...p-please...” Nicolo nearly wept as he shook. "Yusuf, please..."
Yusuf’s cock was slick with bitter seed that wept over his length. It was slick with the sweat from their bodies. But it was not enough and Nicolo burned as cock pushed through the tender skin of his inner thighs.
This should hurt. For him. For Yusuf. But hurts healed as fast as they formed. And there was something billowing hot in the pit of Nicolo’s stomach.
Nicolo found himself begging, blind with a desperation he could not understand. He bucked back into Yusuf, his hands clutching Yusuf’s. He kept pleading for more. But more of what, he did not know.
Yusuf soothed Nicolo, murmuring, “Not not, not yet” and made odd whispered promises of laying Nicolo wet and loose on the softest bed, feeding him plump fruits to sweeten his lips and filling up Nicolo over and over until he overflowed, until he begged Yusuf to stop.
Nicolo could not imagine ever telling Yusuf to stop. He pressed his thighs together as hard as he could. Yusuf groaned into Nicolo’s nape as he came, thick white ribbons that splashed down Nicolo’s thighs and knees. When Nicolo tumbled into his own release after, everything went white behind his eyes, his voice cracking as he wailed out Yusuf’s name.
Yusuf’s panting by Nicolo’s ear drowned out his own gasping. Nicolo felt sticky, cold as their releases cooled on his body. But he could not move, not even to reach for the rag Yusuf insisted they hang on the wall by their bed.
A hand reached over Nicolo’s head and plucked the rag off the peg on the wall.
“I should not have done that without the oil,” Yusuf mourned. He gently wiped the back of Nicolo’s legs. “Did I hurt you?”
“Never,” Nicolo mumbled. He blinked blearily at the doorway. He thought he saw bright tiny eyes but then shadows tottered away with a soft flap of wings and the doorway was empty again.
“We really need a door,” Nicolo yawned. He rolled onto his back and gazed up at Yusuf.
“Eh? Of course, whatever you wish,” Yusuf muttered as he moved the rag over himself before pulling up his trousers back over his softened cock. He made a face at the rag, tossing it to the doorway before he pulled his sleep shirt over his head. His curls was in a wild disarray.
Nicolo wanted to bury his fingers into the thick hair but suspected they would need another bath if that happens. So he tucked his hands under his ass. He drowsily watched Yusuf use his tunic to clean Nicolo’s front.
Yusuf smiled to himself, humming as he moved the tunic gently over Nicolo’s stomach. His fingers were warm even through the shirt he held.
The overwhelming hot feeling returned, this time over Nicolo’s heart, rising up to his throat and...
“I love you,” Nicolo blurted out. His throat worked when Yusuf stilled.
“I should have said this many times.” Nicolo closed his eyes. “I am sorry. I-I never said this to anyone before. Did I say it too late? Should I not say it after this? I did not say it only because of this.”
Nicolo’s eyes opened when Yusuf’s palm cupped his chin. Yusuf was bent over him, his eyes overly bright, his smile small yet somehow also so bright.
“I know, hobi,” Yusuf croaked. “You tell me everyday in everything you do. I should tell you every day, every hour as well but...”
Yusuf sniffled loudly.
“The word ‘love’ is so small, too ordinary, too plain to truly say what I feel for you.” Yusuf blinked and a tear trickled down to his beard. “For once, I do not have the pretty words you deserve to hear.”
Nicolo wrapped his arms around Yusuf’s neck and pulled him down. He felt a few more tears against him and he hugged Yusuf tighter.
“I know,” Nicolo whispered into Yusuf’s ear. “You show me in everything you do as well.”
Yusuf clutched Nicolo and wept a bit more.
“...Yusuf? Will you promise me something?”
“Anything. Everything.” Yusuf would not let go.
Nicolo rested his head on Yusuf’s shoulder. Yusuf gave the best hugs.
“What you said before...” Nicolo cleared his throat. “It will happen?”
“Yes, of course, I swear. I promise.” Yusuf kissed under Nicolo’s jaw. “I need but a bit more to make it perfect for you.”
It was an odd thing to say when Yusuf himself will make it perfect. But when Nicolo said it out loud, Yusuf shed more tears into his shirt.
“Good,” Nicolo murmured. After hesitation, Nicolo added, “If you do not do what you promised, I think then I would be angry at you.”
Yusuf laughed into Nicolo’s shoulder.
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Crawling back to bed to catch a nap before my last 8-2 shift. I hope. My manager promised.
NEW HERE: Needs of the Other 17C/20
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Part 17C
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(Nicolo)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
The sigh against Nicolo's nape did not sound like the other has slept at all.
“You can not sleep?” Nicolo whispered. Sleep was elusive for him as well. He rubbed the arm around his middle. “Does today still trouble you?”
Yusuf shifted, his forehead bumping to the back of Nicolo’s head.
“Wait for me after we break fast in the morning,” Yusuf mumbled. “I will go with you.”
Nicolo’s hand stilled over Yusuf’s arm.
“You do not have to,” Nicolo said. “I know you spoke out of fear before. I will be fine. You may be correct that Hedi did not inform his men about the village and they will be spared. I go merely to assure them one will be there to defend them.”
Yusuf sighed again.
Nicolo turned his head, but he could not catch a glimpse of Yusuf.
“Tell me,” Nicolo softly requested. “Something weighs you.”
“Will you promise me something?”
“Anything,” Nicolo replied immediately.
Yusuf’s smile pressed into Nicolo’s nape hot like a brand. It was a pity such a mark shared between them was not possible.
“Always be there when I look for you.” The arms around Nicolo’s middle tightened. “Waking from sleep. Or from death. Even if we are angry with each other. Please be the first thing I see when I open my eyes.”
"I swear I will never break this promise." Nicolo reached up for Yusuf’s forearm. He curled a hand around Yusuf’s pulse.
“As for angry...I do not think I can truly stay angry with you,” Nicolo admitted. “Before, my ire did not last as long as my wish to see you again.”
Yusuf kissed the back of Nicolo’s hair. “It was the same for me. How quick you forgive humbles me.” He slipped a leg between Nicolo’s. A distinct heat rested on Nicolo’s lower back.
Nicolo flushed.
“Your stamina humbles me,” Nicolo muttered. He fidgeted, leaning back into Yusuf and his half aroused cock. “I thought your appetite was sated.” Twice, in fact. The unfortunate chicken that had wandered by the doorway shrieked scandalized.
“I always hunger for you,” Yusuf exhaled. “But no, rest, my heart. I will deal with it. I can not help react to you, but I will behave. I do not have the strength to have another bath with you.”
Nicolo snorted, but remained where he lay. He felt Yusuf shift closer, his hips rocking quietly into Nicolo’s back.
“Another bath and I would shrivel in places that would displease you,” Nicolo scoffed.
Yusuf embraced Nicolo harder, his rutting more urgent. Nicolo could not help but follow.
“Nothing of you,” Yusuf breathed, “could ever displease me. The more I touch you, the more I crave. The more I taste you, the more I hunger. The more I see you, the more I long to see you again. I am certain the sight and feel of you will excite me for a millennia. More.”
Nicolo moaned quietly at Yusuf’s words, at the sensation of Yusuf gliding over him, his cock a hard presence that made his insides quivered. His body suddenly felt heavy and clumsy, his limbs moving without his permission.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo whimpered as he reached down and fumbled for the laces of his trousers.
Yusuf’s hand reached around and captured Nicolo’s, stopping him from tugging down his trousers.
"Oh..." Nicolo tried to tug his hand free. "I n-need, I-I, Yu...Yusuf..."
“Sh,” Yusuf hushed. He kissed Nicolo’s right shoulder again and again as he continued to grind along the length of Nicolo’s back.
Nicolo heard himself whining deep in his throat, felt his legs bending and straightening. Yusuf’s leg between his was gone and the loss was unbearable. It was like in the pool when Yusuf’s fingers filled him. It was like the many times where Yusuf’s touch filled and stretched but still left him feeling so empty.
He needed more of Yusuf. Somehow. Now.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo moaned. “Yusuf, this feeling...I do not understand...Yu—Please.”
“What do you want?” Yusuf whispered.
“I-I,” Nicolo quietly sobbed. “I do not know. I just do. Please.”
Yusuf rocked harder into Nicolo, his erection freed now, hot and leaking as it rubbed into the skin exposed when Nicolo yanked up the hem of his tunic, his fist around the fabric threatening to tear his own shirt.
“Uh,” Nicolo choked out. “Yu—Please...I...”
“You are okay,” Yusuf murmured, a voice without a face hidden behind Nicolo, his beard a tantalizing sensation along the exposed skin around Nicolo’s neckline. “Tell me. I would climb up to the moon for you. Tell me.”
“I-I do not kno—Yu...Yusuf,” Nicolo hiccuped.
Yusuf slowly tugged down Nicolo’s trousers from his ass. He shushed Nicolo again when Nicolo keened. His thick thighs caught Nicolo’s between his, pressing them together. Yusuf’s cock squeezed in-between Nicolo’s thighs.
Nicolo choked. Yes. This. But also not. The heat of Yusuf’s cock pushing between his thighs was good and yet...yet...
“Ah...” Nicolo found himself gasping.
Yusuf muttered something into Nicolo’s hair Nicolo could not grasp. Yusuf drew up his knees, wrapping his legs around Nicolo’s, squeezing his thighs together even tighter.
Heat rutted under Nicolo’s sacs, the hard length poking out under his cock. Yusuf groaned, muttering he can not reach the oil, but Nicolo could not bring himself to fathom why. He did not care. He slapped his hands over Yusuf’s firm grip on his hips. He felt Yusuf’s fingers flexing, digging into muscle. He panted, broken cries spilling out as he tried to stay afloat. He was drowning as he writhed within Yusuf's hold.
“Please...p-please...” Nicolo nearly wept as he shook. "Yusuf, please..."
Yusuf’s cock was slick with bitter seed that wept over his length. It was slick with the sweat from their bodies. But it was not enough and Nicolo burned as cock pushed through the tender skin of his inner thighs.
This should hurt. For him. For Yusuf. But hurts healed as fast as they formed. And there was something billowing hot in the pit of Nicolo’s stomach.
Nicolo found himself begging, blind with a desperation he could not understand. He bucked back into Yusuf, his hands clutching Yusuf’s. He kept pleading for more. But more of what, he did not know.
Yusuf soothed Nicolo, murmuring, “Not not, not yet” and made odd whispered promises of laying Nicolo wet and loose on the softest bed, feeding him plump fruits to sweeten his lips and filling up Nicolo over and over until he overflowed, until he begged Yusuf to stop.
Nicolo could not imagine ever telling Yusuf to stop. He pressed his thighs together as hard as he could. Yusuf groaned into Nicolo’s nape as he came, thick white ribbons that splashed down Nicolo’s thighs and knees. When Nicolo tumbled into his own release after, everything went white behind his eyes, his voice cracking as he wailed out Yusuf’s name.
Yusuf’s panting by Nicolo’s ear drowned out his own gasping. Nicolo felt sticky, cold as their releases cooled on his body. But he could not move, not even to reach for the rag Yusuf insisted they hang on the wall by their bed.
A hand reached over Nicolo’s head and plucked the rag off the peg on the wall.
“I should not have done that without the oil,” Yusuf mourned. He gently wiped the back of Nicolo’s legs. “Did I hurt you?”
“Never,” Nicolo mumbled. He blinked blearily at the doorway. He thought he saw bright tiny eyes but then shadows tottered away with a soft flap of wings and the doorway was empty again.
“We really need a door,” Nicolo yawned. He rolled onto his back and gazed up at Yusuf.
“Eh? Of course, whatever you wish,” Yusuf muttered as he moved the rag over himself before pulling up his trousers back over his softened cock. He made a face at the rag, tossing it to the doorway before he pulled his sleep shirt over his head. His curls was in a wild disarray.
Nicolo wanted to bury his fingers into the thick hair but suspected they would need another bath if that happens. So he tucked his hands under his ass. He drowsily watched Yusuf use his tunic to clean Nicolo’s front.
Yusuf smiled to himself, humming as he moved the tunic gently over Nicolo’s stomach. His fingers were warm even through the shirt he held.
The overwhelming hot feeling returned, this time over Nicolo’s heart, rising up to his throat and...
“I love you,” Nicolo blurted out. His throat worked when Yusuf stilled.
“I should have said this many times.” Nicolo closed his eyes. “I am sorry. I-I never said this to anyone before. Did I say it too late? Should I not say it after this? I did not say it only because of this.”
Nicolo’s eyes opened when Yusuf’s palm cupped his chin. Yusuf was bent over him, his eyes overly bright, his smile small yet somehow also so bright.
“I know, hobi,” Yusuf croaked. “You tell me everyday in everything you do. I should tell you every day, every hour as well but...”
Yusuf sniffled loudly.
“The word ‘love’ is so small, too ordinary, too plain to truly say what I feel for you.” Yusuf blinked and a tear trickled down to his beard. “For once, I do not have the pretty words you deserve to hear.”
Nicolo wrapped his arms around Yusuf’s neck and pulled him down. He felt a few more tears against him and he hugged Yusuf tighter.
“I know,” Nicolo whispered into Yusuf’s ear. “You show me in everything you do as well.”
Yusuf clutched Nicolo and wept a bit more.
“...Yusuf? Will you promise me something?”
“Anything. Everything.” Yusuf would not let go.
Nicolo rested his head on Yusuf’s shoulder. Yusuf gave the best hugs.
“What you said before...” Nicolo cleared his throat. “It will happen?”
“Yes, of course, I swear. I promise.” Yusuf kissed under Nicolo’s jaw. “I need but a bit more to make it perfect for you.”
It was an odd thing to say when Yusuf himself will make it perfect. But when Nicolo said it out loud, Yusuf shed more tears into his shirt.
“Good,” Nicolo murmured. After hesitation, Nicolo added, “If you do not do what you promised, I think then I would be angry at you.”
Yusuf laughed into Nicolo’s shoulder.
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Crawling back to bed to catch a nap before my last 8-2 shift. I hope. My manager promised.
Zzzzzz...
More tomorrow!