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You didn't think I was just going to leave them there, huh? LOL.

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Part 18C
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(Yusuf)

Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century




“Ah, my heart,” Yusuf mumbled. “That last one nearly shook off our new door. I would be impressed were not it took us such labor to install the door.”

"Would not have taken so long," Nicolo yawned, "Had you not drop the mallet on your foot."

"I would not have dropped it had those hens stayed in their pen, not under my foot," Yusuf scoffed. He kissed the top of Nicolo’s head rested over his heart.

"It also would not have taken so long if we had not stayed to help them finish filling the barrels with sand," Yusuf returned. "But it was a good idea. A wall of some kind would provide protection to some." If only there were more barrels. Or more able hands. Or even more axes.

"We need to help them." Nicolo appeared content to stay draped half over Yusuf. Yusuf was more than happy to obliged.

"And we will," Yusuf exhaled. "I only wish I knew for certain it would be enough."

"Is it not enough," Nicolo mumbled into Yusuf's chest, "that we want to help?"

"Hobi," Yusuf whispered. He brushed a hand down Nicolo's nape and traced the curve of his spine. "My beautiful hobi."

Nicolo idly rubbed his cheek over Yusuf's nipple and went back to listening to Yusuf's heart.

"It is like music," Nicolo muttered. He did not seem to realize he said it out loud. Which made Yusuf all the more want to pull Nicolo into a fierce embrace.

"It sings only to you," Yusuf murmured. He slipped his fingers through Nicolo’s hair, still damp from their bath. He rubbed slow circles down the line of Nicolo's back.

Every so often, Yusuf's fingers encountered the faint indent of old white lines, cut before their strange condition, before they knew each other, before everything.

Yusuf's fond smile dimmed. It pained Yusuf, in an echo of whenever he thought about Dirar. No matter how many times he marveled at the privilege to touch Nicolo this way, the texture of Nicolo's tender life before Yusuf made his heart ache like it cradled an open would.

"If only," Yusuf murmured out loud as he continued to smooth gentle palms down Nicolo's back. He wished he had the magic to polish old wounds away. But Nicolo did not need that. He somehow came through as bright as the brightest stone Yusuf ever saw.

"Hm?" Nicolo yawned. He was no longer hoarse, but sadly, too spent to share Yusuf's renewed enthusiasm.

Speaking of which...

"Yusuf," Nicolo grumbled drowsily as such example of Yusuf's revived vigor currently pressed into Nicolo's belly.

"Pay no mind to it, hobi," Yusuf murmured, his hand curling around Nicolo's nape. He rubbed at the soft wisps of hair along the hairline and threaded his fingers again through damp strands to check for tangles.

"I will deal with it later," Yusuf went on. "I loathed leaving you just yet."

"Then do not leave." Nicolo rested his chin on Yusuf's chest so his eyes could meet his. "Stay. I could..." A thought flitted across Nicolo's face.

"Or you could," Nicolo mumbled.

Yusuf blinked. "Eh?"

Nicolo's ears pinked and the lovely shade distracted Yusuf until he attached it with Nicolo's words.

"You...oh..." Now it was Yusuf's turn to flush. He cleared his throat. "You wish to watch me while I..."

"I could not stop thinking about it," Nicolo rasped. "After we...when you asked me to meet you by the stream. You did not know I was there. You had took hold of yourself and..."

Nicolo's throat worked.

"You seem to take pleasure in seeing when I..." Nicolo's eyes slid to a spot past Yusuf's shoulder. "It was just a thought."

Yusuf's mouth was dry yet his skin elsewhere prickled with sweat at the thought of those ever-deep eyes on him as he coaxed his own pleasure out, Nicolo's name pursed on his lips.

"Sit up," Yusuf rasped. He tracked Nicolo as he sat up against the wall. Yusuf smiled encouraging at Nicolo's wide eyes even though he himself felt his heart thundering against his chest. It was different when it was within the throes or within the quiet hours and dusky shadows. But on purpose? Just this?

"Wait," Yusuf croaked, before Nicolo moved too far away. "I have a request."

"Anything," Nicolo shuffled closer to Yusuf.

Yusuf locked gazes with Nicolo.

"Tell me."

Nicolo canted his head.

Yusuf's lips curled at a corner, his voice dropping.

"Tell me what you want me to do. And I will show you."

And there. Nicolo's mouth parted, in a breathy, "Oh" as his eyes swirled. They were gems of a sea, blue yet also everything else, as if the sky surrendered into Nicolo and offered the night sky as well.

Unable to speak, Nicolo nodded. He looked dazed, his throat moving as he gulped. But no words, no. Nicolo was speechless, but hopefully not for too long.

Yusuf wished he could be casual as if he knew exactly how he should sit, but in truth, too many questions spun in his mind.

Should he sprawl with his legs spread--no, that would look too obscene. Lying on his side--hm, awkward, he may roll off the bed. On his back? No, he wanted to watch Nicolo watch him. On his kne--no, absolutely not for either of them. Sitting on his heels? Hm, that may prove tricky on the bed. Standing? No that would surely look strange.

In the end, Yusuf copied Nicolo, sitting with his knees folded cross-legged, his back to the wall, angled so his left knee touched Nicolo's right. They studied each other silently.

Yusuf's eyebrow rose in challenge.

"Would it be easier if you speak in lingua?" Yusuf teased. "You still struggle with Greek and Arabic."

Nicolo's eyes narrowed at the taunt. His shoulders relaxed as he considered Yusuf.

"Touch yourself," Nicolo murmured. He tsked when Yusuf reached down. "But loosely. No. Looser."

Yusuf's fingers barely grazed over his erection as he curled his hand around it. He carefully rolled his hips, grazing heated skin into his palm.

"No," Nicolo spoke up, his voice low and soft. "You can not do that. Just...hold it."

Yusuf stared at Nicolo. "Just..." He swallowed and spread his fingers wider. He could only feel the heat of his cock, licking warm tendrils at the fleshy part of his palm.

"This does not count as touching," Yusuf managed. Nicolo's gaze on his fist and cock was intense and unwavering.

"You can touch yourself," Nicolo whispered, "with your thumb."

Yusuf exhaled as he pressed his thumb down the length of his cock.

"Stop," Nicolo whispered. "Pull your thumb away."

Yusuf bit the inside of his cheek from groaning. The touch was too brief of a relief. His cock ached for the pressure.

"Now a finger. Just one," Nicolo added when Yusuf tried to form a ring with his thumb and finger.

Yusuf's arm shook trying to steer his hand to obey.

"You can use two fingers now."

Yusuf almost sigh in relief as the loop formed by his fingers glided over his cock.

"Another."

It was not enough to make a strong grip, but the pressure of the fingers felt wonderful.

"One more," Nicolo whispered. "You can use your hand, no, wait, not too tight."

It was a relief to touch yet unsatisfying as his hand only skimmed over his cock, the heat of his erection licking at his skin.

"Nicolo," Yusuf rumbled. "Tell me to come. Please."

Nicolo made a quiet sound.

"No," Nicolo breathed.

"N-no?" Yusuf wanted to weep. His hand was a brush over his skin, pulled too tight and warmed too hot.

"No," Nicolo repeated. His voice went thick and smooth like silk.

"I forbid it."

It felt like Nicolo's voice itself curled around Yusuf's cock. Yusuf's breath caught, his hand skimming up and down his cock. It felt like a breeze; hot winds blowing across an even hotter desert. Woeful comfort, but was still desperately craved for.

Yusuf whimpered. He could not help it. His hand picked up speed despite its unsatisfying friction. His left leg drew up, his heated face resting on a sweaty thigh as he continued to brush over his erection with weak strokes.

"You can curl tighter--no, not that tight. Yes, like that."

Yusuf groaned at the grip, a tantalizing promise. His cock twitched, needing more to release, but no, no, he can not. Nicolo did not say so.

"Hob--please. Tell me," Yusuf panted. His right leg twitched, threatening to kick out. His body shrank around his cock, weeping from neglect, burning with the hint of his hand and want of its friction.

"Pull your hand away."

Yusuf bit his lower lip. He will not beg and yet a whine seeped out of clamped lips as he released his cock. It felt too engorged, too large for his body.

"Lie down," Nicolo said softly, steel in his voice yet rolling and lilting in a way Yusuf could never refuse.

"This will be my death," Yusuf wheezed as he eased down to the bed. His limbs shook. His cock bounced boldly between his legs, dark and bruised looking from neglect.

Yusuf kept his left leg drawn up, exposing his need to Nicolo, unable to stop himself from the breathy, choked sounds escaping his mouth. Nicolo's eyes swept over him, his gaze dark and purposeful.

But Nicolo did not reach. Nicolo did not touch.

Yusuf's breathing was harsh in his ears, a strange gasp dragged over his ribs. He sounded desperate. He sounded frantic. And yet Nicolo would do nothing.

"My heart," Yusuf plead at last. "Please..."

Nicolo approached, on his hands and knees, silent, expression blank. He bore all the alertness of a desert cat stalking prey as he settled to hunch between Yusuf's legs. He sat there, framed by Yusuf's knees, both drawn up in hope.

"There is a dish of oil by your head," Nicolo suddenly said. His eyes stayed on Yusuf. "For you."

Yusuf stared up at Nicolo. "You do not wish to do it?"

Nicolo's lips lifted up at the corners. "I only want to watch."

Yusuf groaned, but reached for the oil. His fingers shook and some spilled onto their thin mattress. He grumbled, jokingly called Nicolo cruel, but could not help but groan in relief as he wrapped a slick hand around himself.

His cock seemed to leap in his grip as his fingers curled tighter, his thumb flicking at the beaded tip.

Yusuf's pace was hurried, spurred on by the glow in Nicolo's eyes. He felt his hips rolling up, thrusting into his grip. Heat build low in his belly, tightening his lower back, but--Oh, it was not enough.

Nicolo settled careful palms on Yusuf's inner thighs. The hands did not move nor did they grasp. They stayed on top of the tender skin, light and warm, as Yusuf pumped his erection, choking and whimpering as he fought for release.

"Nicolo," Yusuf gasped. "Please...I can not...P-please..."

Nicolo said nothing. He kept watching.

The oil warmed over Yusuf's cock. He sped up, his hips slapping up and noisily into his fist. The oil gleamed on Yusuf's skin yet it was not enough.

"My heart," Yusuf stammered. "I b-beg of you..."

With a rough sound, Nicolo pushed Yusuf's hand away and swallowed Yusuf in a single breath.

Yusuf shouted, his voice cracking with a mix of relief and shock. He slipped down into Nicolo's throat without pause. He moaned but that too was cut off when slick fingers slipped under his buttocks.

"Yes," Yusuf nearly sobbed, "Please..." He hitched up his hips off the bed, felt himself sliding even deeper into a delicious heat just as Nicolo's fingertip massaged his rimmed entrance.

Yusuf heard himself babbling, drowning in the sparks of light behind his eyes. Nicolo's finger slipped in, as sure as his own scimitar sliding into its sheath. He begged, his ass clenching around Nicolo's finger until a second carefully breached him.

The bed creaked as Nicolo stayed knelt between Yusuf's legs, cheeks hollowed as he sucked. His fingers, long, blunt and simply glorious, darted faster within Yusuf like a sculptor carving Yusuf out of stone, gifting him shape. Each stroke lanced over the perfect spot repeatedly, there was no time or breath to shriek at its wonderful accuracy.

"Oh, oh," Yusuf moaned. "Yes, there, there..."

His heels dug into the mattress, striking the wood underneath. Nicolo's lips pursed tight around the base of Yusuf's cock, squeezing, squeezing, his fingers now three, moving with an ease that would have made Yusuf blush.

His entire body felt too hot as his hips jerked up off the mattress, higher, helplessly, thrusting frantically into Nicolo's mouth.

...his fingers, his mouth, his eyes fixed on Yusuf's. They never left. They echoed what Yusuf has lately growled into Nicolo's skin.

Mine.

The bed cracked under Yusuf's fist. His heels skidded to stay rooted under Nicolo's mouth. His hips slammed up too hard and Nicolo gagged, but refused to pull free.

Mine, sea gray eyes said.

Mine.

Yusuf threw his head back and his mouth fell open as he came.

There felt a moment of nothingness, a sandstorm wrapped around Yusuf's being. He laid there, his cheeks and beard damp with tears, the soreness and fullness in his ass regretfully gone and the quiet slurping sounds of Nicolo milking Yusuf dry of every drop.

Yusuf whined, was aware he was whining, but could not care when Nicolo parted his lips and Yusuf's spent cock slipped out.

Nicolo rested his chin on Yusuf's thigh. He studied Yusuf, his eyes unreadable.

With ill ease, Yusuf remembered feeling Nicolo gag around his cock. He opened his mouth to croak an apology when Nicolo slowly smiled.

"You screamed."

Yusuf blinked at Nicolo. And frowned.

"I did not." Yusuf tugged one of his ears, but the gesture was exhausting and his hand flopped to the bed.

"And you broke the bed," Nicolo observed when Yusuf's hand dipped into the depression on the mattress.

Yusuf glared red-rimmed up at Nicolo.

"The bed broke because of shoddy workmanship."

"You built the bed," Nicolo pointed out. He smirked into Yusuf's leg when Yusuf's mouth snapped shut.

Yusuf dropped his head back. He could not help but grin though. Nicolo was certainly bolder now, in a way Yusuf looked forward to.

"What?" Nicolo asked suspiciously.

Yusuf raised his head up and smirked at Nicolo presently draped over his leg, rutting his own erection along Yusuf's calf.

"Just planning for my revenge," Yusuf said.

Nicolo stilled. His eyes narrowed.

Yusuf burst out laughing. He almost knocked into Nicolo.

"Now you truly look like a disgruntled ca--All right, all right." Yusuf snickered as Nicolo tackled him.

They wrestled briefly, grapples that gentled and soon, they were curled into each other, flushed and exhausted.

"Yusuf," Nicolo murmured. He pulled his ear away from Yusuf's heart. He gazed up with serious eyes.

Yusuf's thumb wiped over Nicolo's lower lip, catching the shimmer of his swallowed release.

"I know," Yusuf murmured. "I think you are ready, too." He sighed as he felt Nicolo wrap his arms tighter around him. Yusuf held Nicolo as close as their bodies allowed.

"I think we are both ready, hobi."
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.......sooooo, I'll see you Thursday? (Ducking at the thrown apples) Zoom presentation tomorrow. Unless someone wants to present my Microbubbles and Ultrasound paper? No? Damn. LOL.