I can't believe we're at 19 and I kept it still to 20. LOL.
———————————————- Part 19A ———————————————-
(Nicolo)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
“Ingrate.”
Nicolo lifted his heavy head.
Yusuf stood with his hands on his hips. Despite his wet attire—Nicolo wondered why it stirred something in him—Yusuf glared at the object of his ire.
With a snort, the horse glowered back at Yusuf.
“This is your own fault,” Yusuf said, gesturing at the horse with the knot of cloth strips he planned to wrap around the pumice applied on the wound.
They found a sword slash that ran shallowly around the horse’s thigh just below its flank. Yusuf first thought the horse was limping to garner Nicolo’s sympathy because Nicolo argued they should not both ride the horse.
“I told you to leave but did you listen? Of course not, you never do and you see? This is what happens when you do not listen!”
The horse grunted. Then squealed, outraged, when Yusuf slapped more pumice on the wound.
Nicolo bathed while Yusuf fussed—“Fuss? I am not fussing over this beast, hobi”—and returned to find Yusuf had unexpectedly bathed as well: the horse had tipped the bucket of water over Yusuf's head when he applied the herbal pumice. He sat on the grass to watch Yusuf argue with their horse.
“...or you would prefer to trot uneven for the rest of your—no, do not think of—“
Nicolo blinked blearily when more water sprinkled on his face. When he looked up, Yusuf was done with the horse’s bandages and staking away muttering he needed a bath. A trail of water followed Yusuf’s trek to the stream. He did not invite Nicolo and for once Nicolo was glad.
Listening to the tall grass whisper against Nicolo was lulling him to sleep. No, he wanted to stay awake because this was supposed to be...He flushed. It was supposed to be last—no, two nights ago, but there was so much to do.
The peace Nicolo felt eroded with the more dead they found. The village was reduced to a few structures. Their boats were made into shelters. The elderly and women slept inside the mill.
Nicolo rubbed his gritty eyes with a fist.
Fires ebbed to reveal those who could not flee in time, those the bandits thought were as good as theirs to plunder. Age did not matter. Their sex did not matter.
The cruelty of man still saddens him and Yusuf.
A hen tottered over to Nicolo. Inquisitive eyes considered Nicolo’s blood stained boots.
“No,” Nicolo murmured. “Over there. See?”
Nicolo gently prodded the fluffy thing towards the bucket of feed inside the hens’ pen. The poor animals were not fed yesterday or the day before. Nicolo feared the worse when he remembered too late when he and Yusuf trudged home this morning. Yusuf checked while Nicolo gathered what they needed to make the pumice for their horse.
Nicolo smiled faintly as another hen hopped over. It pecked lightly into his palm, head tilting when it discovered his palm was empty.
The hens fared well to Nicolo’s relief. They chattered happily at Nicolo and Yusuf when they saw them. The rooster flapped up to them and squawked, most likely berating them for their neglect.
But the hens were fine and judging the eggs the hens buried under the grass, a few more birds will be joining them. The promise of new life, however small, was balm to their souls.
And yet...
Nicolo knuckled his left eye again.
He found the weaver too late. Omar, one of the elder fisherman, had tucked her under his body. It was not enough to save her. Or him. Shirif wailed when Nicolo brought her mother back to her. She cried into Izem's shoulder. Then she cried some more when she learned it was Omar who tried to help her mother.
Omar once greeted Nicolo with a scowl because of his accent, then later with extra fish whenever he heard Nicolo’s catch was poor. The man’s hair was as white as his sightless eyes. He could hold no sword and yet fought as fiercely as if one was in his hand.
Shirif thanked Nicolo for finding her mother. She thanked him and then went to find a death shroud.
Nicolo's eyes burned. His left one twitched as if trying to close, but no, he wanted to wait for Yusuf.
The last hen tiptoed over, hopping up to Nicolo's legs. It chirped, tottered around to his other side and flapped its wings where it stood.
It can not fly, but Nicolo caught it try several times to flutter around the horse's hooves. And it failed as many tries.
And here, it was still trying, wings fluttering, chirping despite he had forgotten about them for days as he helped the villagers buried the dead. They thanked him and Yusuf, thanked them as they wiped their eyes dry and went to salvage wood to rebuild. The metal smith's son pressed the little bundle into his numb hands and his coin because they refused to take payment and...
"Nicolo, shhh..."
Nicolo started when Yusuf's arms wrapped around him, his lips brushing under Nicolo's eyes. He realized he held the hen in his lap and his tears were falling on top of its feathered head.
"I was..." Nicolo was not sure. Was this not good? The village was saved. He told Yusuf not to think about who they lost and yet here he was, weeping on top of the poor creature.
"Shoo," Yusuf murmured as he picked up the hen and send it on its way. "Fill your tiny belly before you drown in our tears. Away with you."
Nicolo caught the shimmer at Yusuf's reddened eyes. He murmured, distressed, and dropped his head onto Yusuf's shoulder.
Yusuf whispered something into Nicolo's hair. He laid back onto the grass, Nicolo slumped over him.
"I am the same," Yusuf said quietly, "I felt gladness the village was spared, but sorrow not all were there to see it." He cleared his throat.
"It was strange," Yusuf said roughly. He started to stroke Nicolo's hair as he stared up at the morning sky. "I was angry at our horse for not listening and my fury led my feet to the stream to bathe. But as I cleaned, I watched the blood of battle washed away and sorrow took over."
Yusuf sighed.
"They rejoiced and grieved and shared it with us, yet I felt like I did not deserve it for death was not something that stalked me. What right do I have to celebrate our survival? They thanked us and it only made me want to weep."
Yusuf kept echoing the words clogged up in Nicolo's heart. As Yusuf spoke what burdened Nicolo's heart, his eyes stayed dry. So Nicolo wept for both of them.
"But you were right, hobi," Yusuf went on. "I should not think of who was lost, but who was saved. I should think of who we have to spend our lives with however short theirs are to us. We did good, my heart. It does not feel like that right now, but you were right. We needed to help them. And we did. And it is good."
Nicolo pressed his damp eyes over Yusuf's tunic and breathed.
She caught the arrow with her ax, laughing as the other scowled. She knocked back another arrow and grinned...
Nicolo started. His eyes flew open. There was a moment he was confused why he no longer smell smoke.
The bed underneath him sank and his stomach lurched as he lowered.
Hands wrapped tighter around Nicolo's chest.
"You are not falling," Yusuf murmured against Nicolo's nape. He chuckled sleepily against Nicolo's skin. "There is no hole underneath us."
"Your bed," Nicolo grumbled. He fidgeted within Yusuf's hold. He vaguely remembered staggering, slumped against Yusuf towards their house. He remembered pulling his boots off, crowding Yusuf to the bed and...
Nicolo groaned.
"Did I fall asleep on you?"
"A little," Yusuf said. He sounded amused. Nicolo groaned once more. "You announced you were not tired and then started to kiss my beard rather enthusiastically and then fell asleep drooling on top of it. It was adorable, my heart, if not also rather disgusting."
Nicolo pressed his heated face into the padding and his face sank into its plush surface. He paused as the rest of Yusuf's words sank in. He lifted his head.
"I did not drool on you."
Yusuf chuckled as he tugged Nicolo against him.
"Fear not, hobi, I was more charmed than I was revolted."
"I did not," Nicolo insisted.
"Mm hm," Yusuf hummed as he rolled Nicolo to face him. "Yes, you did not, as I did not break the bed."
"Do you not fear I will drown you in my drool?" Nicolo grumbled. He reluctantly faced Yusuf.
Yusuf rumbled against Nicolo. He slipped a leg between Nicolo's.
"Hello, my heart," Yusuf said. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss on Nicolo's throat. "How are you feeling now?"
Nicolo hesitated, searching within.
"Not as tired," Nicolo admitted.
Yusuf reached up and pushed back Nicolo's hair from his face.
"I am not surprised. We slept the rest of the day away."
Nicolo stared. "We...the entire day?"
Yusuf shrugged. "We must have needed it. Do not worry. I fed the hens. I changed that ungrateful beast's bandages. It is healing nicely. Miserable horse tried to bite me when I applied more pumice."
Nicolo blinked. "I do not feel like I slept a--are you sure?"
Yusuf leaned in, his eyes twinkling.
"The sun is in the direction as before. The hens nearly attacked me when I came in with the feed. We should teach them to feed themselves."
Nicolo groaned. He dropped his head onto Yusuf's shoulder. "Then last night..."
Yusuf chuckled. "I doubt last night would have happened. I prefer we enjoy each other, not have you fall asleep on me. Such responses would wound my pride."
Nicolo grimaced. "You had plans. And I..." He could feel his ears pinking.
Yusuf tapped one of Nicolo's ear. "My plans, our night, will happen."
"I expected it to happen last night," Nicolo grumbled. He grew somber. "But tears needed to be shed first to make room for other things." He regarded Yusuf.
"Do you feel better?"
Yusuf's mouth twisted. "Better and it will improve with time, I am sure." His leg slipped up higher between Nicolo's, rubbing the inside of Nicolo's thighs. Yusuf shifted closer to Nicolo. Their noses bumped.
"Although right now, I am feeling ravenous."
"For food?" Nicolo asked wryly as he felt Yusuf's cock press hot into the fold of his hip.
Yusuf's eyes shone bright. His hands slipped around, fingers catching the waistline of Nicolo's trousers.
"No." And with a sharp tug, Nicolo's sleep pants were down to his knees.
Nicolo groaned as the hot slide of Yusuf's cock brushed against his. He found himself responding, his cock filling as he swept hands under Yusuf's shirt.
There was a brief struggle, a catch of breath, an aborted giggle as they tried and realized they can not undress each other at the same time. Their tunics fell over the bed, their trousers behind Yusuf.
Yusuf tugged the woven blanket away. He gazed at Nicolo with a wide-eyed look.
"What?" Nicolo's belly lurched at the look on Yusuf's eyes.
"Do you know how you looked out there?" Yusuf rasped. "Your sword high, you moved with it like it was part of you." He cupped Nicolo's jaw. "Each step so sure, each stroke so powerful, it was like the first time I met you, but this time we shared the same enemy."
"You danced," Nicolo said. He leaned into Yusuf's hand. He breathed out sharply as Yusuf's other hand reached down and traced the shape of his sex. "You...you and your sword danced through our enemy and--Yus..."
"Shh," Yusuf hushed. His cock bumped into Nicolo's, hot and thick, brushing sensitive skin. His thumb pressed along the edges of skin that covered Nicolo's cock and coaxed, fingertips teasing the thin skin as if undressing Nicolo's cock as well.
"Uh..." Nicolo pressed closer. He dropped his head onto Yusuf's collarbone. He gazed at the hollow their bodies created. He watched Yusuf's chest heave against his forehead. He watched Yusuf rein their lengths together.
Nicolo groaned again, rocking into Yusuf's grip, against his cock. It was dry, too dry and it stung grinding against Yusuf's cock and hand.
"I want to take you right now," Yusuf said roughly. He reached behind Nicolo for the small jar of oil on the table. He needed to stretch to reach, curving into Nicolo, his upper body within the reach of Nicolo's mouth.
Nicolo latched on to a nipple, felt Yusuf jerk against his lips. He tugged, tasted the pink nub as it hardened against his rough tongue.
"I want to fill you," Yusuf rasped as he rolled his hips, his cock aligning with Nicolo's. Yusuf's torso quivered as Nicolo moved to the other teat.
"I want to spill into yo--yes, my heart, oh, there, yes..."
Yusuf's hand returned around their cocks. It was now slick with oil and suddenly the pace grew frantic.
Nicolo pulled away from Yusuf's chest, a whine creaking out of his throat as Yusuf pumped their cocks together. He curled his hands around Yusuf's wrists, his body rocking to the pulls.
"There is so much I want to taste of you," Yusuf panted. He slipped a hand around and smoothed his fingers over Nicolo's taint in time of his jerks.
"I could have sat there and watch you, like a mythical god of war glowing with mercy yet burning with such strength."
Nicolo's mouth fell open and he gasped, keening as a finger slipped in. His body shaped around Yusuf's finger, first one, then two. He whimpered when there was no more.
"Yu...yusuf..."
"I want to bury myself into that well of power, that well of light and never come out."
Yusuf's fingers twisted, slipping in and out faster than the hand around them. Nicolo whimpered. His legs kicked a little as the third finger slipped in. The fullness robbed him of breath. All he could do was make soft catches of sound deep in his throat. He was ignited from all sides and he needed more.
"Yusuf..." Nicolo choked. "Please..." He huddled in closer, his hips snapping into Yusuf's hand, his body trembling to keep the fullness inside him.
Yusuf mouthed Nicolo's brow, his fingers turning, crooking, seeking...
Nicolo moaned as Yusuf's fingers brushed over that spot again and again, in a pace that turned into a blur. Light flashed behind his eyes over and over.
The fourth finger inched in and oh, oh, yes, this. His legs twitched, desperate to spread wide but on his side, all he could do was fling one leg over Yusuf's flank to open himself for more.
"Do you feel how your body lets me in?" Yusuf murmured. "Do you feel how I fit inside you? How much I fill you with my fingers? Four, you take four so beautifully, but oh, you would still be so tight around me. I weep at the thought."
"I should take you now," Yusuf breathed and his eyes were as dark and charged as that night when they fought together.
"Y-yes...Yu-Yusuf..."
"...right here and let you ride my cock instead of my hand."
Nicolo panted. He could not even form more words to beg. He rocked into Yusuf's hand, pulling the fingers in, sobbing when Yusuf slowly eased them half out.
It was a battle between them. Nicolo struggled to buck into Yusuf's hand to take them deeper, only for Yusuf to slip them out. His damp fingers lingered at his opening, enough to feel the stretch as they slipped back in. But never deep enough. Not enough.
"Please..." Nicolo breathed. Yusuf kissed his brow, his hand quickening around their cocks.
"But no," Yusuf mourned. "Not yet, not like this, not in haste."
Yusuf turned his fingers, kneading Nicolo's insides with slow pets. He sped up his strokes around them as his movements inside Nicolo slowed into a torturous sway.
"Tonight. I promise. Let me spoil you, taste you in every way, let me keep you on this bed and indulge each other on this the day. Let me have you, my heart, in every possible way."
Nicolo came, spilling over Yusuf's hand, with a wordless wail. He lay panting, boneless and dazed as Yusuf rolled them so Nicolo was on his back.
"My beautiful warrior," Yusuf breathed as he leaned in to make the same promises all over again. -----------------------
......so, it's a given this next few parts is pure plotless smut. Just as a warning, LOL. I learned a new term: PWP. Heh heh.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
NEW HERE: Needs of the Other 19A/20
Date: 2020-11-24 12:18 am (UTC)———————————————-
Part 19A
———————————————-
(Nicolo)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
“Ingrate.”
Nicolo lifted his heavy head.
Yusuf stood with his hands on his hips. Despite his wet attire—Nicolo wondered why it stirred something in him—Yusuf glared at the object of his ire.
With a snort, the horse glowered back at Yusuf.
“This is your own fault,” Yusuf said, gesturing at the horse with the knot of cloth strips he planned to wrap around the pumice applied on the wound.
They found a sword slash that ran shallowly around the horse’s thigh just below its flank. Yusuf first thought the horse was limping to garner Nicolo’s sympathy because Nicolo argued they should not both ride the horse.
“I told you to leave but did you listen? Of course not, you never do and you see? This is what happens when you do not listen!”
The horse grunted. Then squealed, outraged, when Yusuf slapped more pumice on the wound.
Nicolo bathed while Yusuf fussed—“Fuss? I am not fussing over this beast, hobi”—and returned to find Yusuf had unexpectedly bathed as well: the horse had tipped the bucket of water over Yusuf's head when he applied the herbal pumice. He sat on the grass to watch Yusuf argue with their horse.
“...or you would prefer to trot uneven for the rest of your—no, do not think of—“
Nicolo blinked blearily when more water sprinkled on his face. When he looked up, Yusuf was done with the horse’s bandages and staking away muttering he needed a bath. A trail of water followed Yusuf’s trek to the stream. He did not invite Nicolo and for once Nicolo was glad.
Listening to the tall grass whisper against Nicolo was lulling him to sleep. No, he wanted to stay awake because this was supposed to be...He flushed. It was supposed to be last—no, two nights ago, but there was so much to do.
The peace Nicolo felt eroded with the more dead they found. The village was reduced to a few structures. Their boats were made into shelters. The elderly and women slept inside the mill.
Nicolo rubbed his gritty eyes with a fist.
Fires ebbed to reveal those who could not flee in time, those the bandits thought were as good as theirs to plunder. Age did not matter. Their sex did not matter.
The cruelty of man still saddens him and Yusuf.
A hen tottered over to Nicolo. Inquisitive eyes considered Nicolo’s blood stained boots.
“No,” Nicolo murmured. “Over there. See?”
Nicolo gently prodded the fluffy thing towards the bucket of feed inside the hens’ pen. The poor animals were not fed yesterday or the day before. Nicolo feared the worse when he remembered too late when he and Yusuf trudged home this morning. Yusuf checked while Nicolo gathered what they needed to make the pumice for their horse.
Nicolo smiled faintly as another hen hopped over. It pecked lightly into his palm, head tilting when it discovered his palm was empty.
The hens fared well to Nicolo’s relief. They chattered happily at Nicolo and Yusuf when they saw them. The rooster flapped up to them and squawked, most likely berating them for their neglect.
But the hens were fine and judging the eggs the hens buried under the grass, a few more birds will be joining them. The promise of new life, however small, was balm to their souls.
And yet...
Nicolo knuckled his left eye again.
He found the weaver too late. Omar, one of the elder fisherman, had tucked her under his body. It was not enough to save her. Or him. Shirif wailed when Nicolo brought her mother back to her. She cried into Izem's shoulder. Then she cried some more when she learned it was Omar who tried to help her mother.
Omar once greeted Nicolo with a scowl because of his accent, then later with extra fish whenever he heard Nicolo’s catch was poor. The man’s hair was as white as his sightless eyes. He could hold no sword and yet fought as fiercely as if one was in his hand.
Shirif thanked Nicolo for finding her mother. She thanked him and then went to find a death shroud.
Nicolo's eyes burned. His left one twitched as if trying to close, but no, he wanted to wait for Yusuf.
The last hen tiptoed over, hopping up to Nicolo's legs. It chirped, tottered around to his other side and flapped its wings where it stood.
It can not fly, but Nicolo caught it try several times to flutter around the horse's hooves. And it failed as many tries.
And here, it was still trying, wings fluttering, chirping despite he had forgotten about them for days as he helped the villagers buried the dead. They thanked him and Yusuf, thanked them as they wiped their eyes dry and went to salvage wood to rebuild. The metal smith's son pressed the little bundle into his numb hands and his coin because they refused to take payment and...
"Nicolo, shhh..."
Nicolo started when Yusuf's arms wrapped around him, his lips brushing under Nicolo's eyes. He realized he held the hen in his lap and his tears were falling on top of its feathered head.
"I was..." Nicolo was not sure. Was this not good? The village was saved. He told Yusuf not to think about who they lost and yet here he was, weeping on top of the poor creature.
"Shoo," Yusuf murmured as he picked up the hen and send it on its way. "Fill your tiny belly before you drown in our tears. Away with you."
Nicolo caught the shimmer at Yusuf's reddened eyes. He murmured, distressed, and dropped his head onto Yusuf's shoulder.
Yusuf whispered something into Nicolo's hair. He laid back onto the grass, Nicolo slumped over him.
"I am the same," Yusuf said quietly, "I felt gladness the village was spared, but sorrow not all were there to see it." He cleared his throat.
"It was strange," Yusuf said roughly. He started to stroke Nicolo's hair as he stared up at the morning sky. "I was angry at our horse for not listening and my fury led my feet to the stream to bathe. But as I cleaned, I watched the blood of battle washed away and sorrow took over."
Yusuf sighed.
"They rejoiced and grieved and shared it with us, yet I felt like I did not deserve it for death was not something that stalked me. What right do I have to celebrate our survival? They thanked us and it only made me want to weep."
Yusuf kept echoing the words clogged up in Nicolo's heart. As Yusuf spoke what burdened Nicolo's heart, his eyes stayed dry. So Nicolo wept for both of them.
"But you were right, hobi," Yusuf went on. "I should not think of who was lost, but who was saved. I should think of who we have to spend our lives with however short theirs are to us. We did good, my heart. It does not feel like that right now, but you were right. We needed to help them. And we did. And it is good."
Nicolo pressed his damp eyes over Yusuf's tunic and breathed.
She caught the arrow with her ax, laughing as the other scowled. She knocked back another arrow and grinned...
Nicolo started. His eyes flew open. There was a moment he was confused why he no longer smell smoke.
The bed underneath him sank and his stomach lurched as he lowered.
Hands wrapped tighter around Nicolo's chest.
"You are not falling," Yusuf murmured against Nicolo's nape. He chuckled sleepily against Nicolo's skin. "There is no hole underneath us."
"Your bed," Nicolo grumbled. He fidgeted within Yusuf's hold. He vaguely remembered staggering, slumped against Yusuf towards their house. He remembered pulling his boots off, crowding Yusuf to the bed and...
Nicolo groaned.
"Did I fall asleep on you?"
"A little," Yusuf said. He sounded amused. Nicolo groaned once more. "You announced you were not tired and then started to kiss my beard rather enthusiastically and then fell asleep drooling on top of it. It was adorable, my heart, if not also rather disgusting."
Nicolo pressed his heated face into the padding and his face sank into its plush surface. He paused as the rest of Yusuf's words sank in. He lifted his head.
"I did not drool on you."
Yusuf chuckled as he tugged Nicolo against him.
"Fear not, hobi, I was more charmed than I was revolted."
"I did not," Nicolo insisted.
"Mm hm," Yusuf hummed as he rolled Nicolo to face him. "Yes, you did not, as I did not break the bed."
"Do you not fear I will drown you in my drool?" Nicolo grumbled. He reluctantly faced Yusuf.
Yusuf rumbled against Nicolo. He slipped a leg between Nicolo's.
"Hello, my heart," Yusuf said. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss on Nicolo's throat. "How are you feeling now?"
Nicolo hesitated, searching within.
"Not as tired," Nicolo admitted.
Yusuf reached up and pushed back Nicolo's hair from his face.
"I am not surprised. We slept the rest of the day away."
Nicolo stared. "We...the entire day?"
Yusuf shrugged. "We must have needed it. Do not worry. I fed the hens. I changed that ungrateful beast's bandages. It is healing nicely. Miserable horse tried to bite me when I applied more pumice."
Nicolo blinked. "I do not feel like I slept a--are you sure?"
Yusuf leaned in, his eyes twinkling.
"The sun is in the direction as before. The hens nearly attacked me when I came in with the feed. We should teach them to feed themselves."
Nicolo groaned. He dropped his head onto Yusuf's shoulder. "Then last night..."
Yusuf chuckled. "I doubt last night would have happened. I prefer we enjoy each other, not have you fall asleep on me. Such responses would wound my pride."
Nicolo grimaced. "You had plans. And I..." He could feel his ears pinking.
Yusuf tapped one of Nicolo's ear. "My plans, our night, will happen."
"I expected it to happen last night," Nicolo grumbled. He grew somber. "But tears needed to be shed first to make room for other things." He regarded Yusuf.
"Do you feel better?"
Yusuf's mouth twisted. "Better and it will improve with time, I am sure." His leg slipped up higher between Nicolo's, rubbing the inside of Nicolo's thighs. Yusuf shifted closer to Nicolo. Their noses bumped.
"Although right now, I am feeling ravenous."
"For food?" Nicolo asked wryly as he felt Yusuf's cock press hot into the fold of his hip.
Yusuf's eyes shone bright. His hands slipped around, fingers catching the waistline of Nicolo's trousers.
"No." And with a sharp tug, Nicolo's sleep pants were down to his knees.
Nicolo groaned as the hot slide of Yusuf's cock brushed against his. He found himself responding, his cock filling as he swept hands under Yusuf's shirt.
There was a brief struggle, a catch of breath, an aborted giggle as they tried and realized they can not undress each other at the same time. Their tunics fell over the bed, their trousers behind Yusuf.
Yusuf tugged the woven blanket away. He gazed at Nicolo with a wide-eyed look.
"What?" Nicolo's belly lurched at the look on Yusuf's eyes.
"Do you know how you looked out there?" Yusuf rasped. "Your sword high, you moved with it like it was part of you." He cupped Nicolo's jaw. "Each step so sure, each stroke so powerful, it was like the first time I met you, but this time we shared the same enemy."
"You danced," Nicolo said. He leaned into Yusuf's hand. He breathed out sharply as Yusuf's other hand reached down and traced the shape of his sex. "You...you and your sword danced through our enemy and--Yus..."
"Shh," Yusuf hushed. His cock bumped into Nicolo's, hot and thick, brushing sensitive skin. His thumb pressed along the edges of skin that covered Nicolo's cock and coaxed, fingertips teasing the thin skin as if undressing Nicolo's cock as well.
"Uh..." Nicolo pressed closer. He dropped his head onto Yusuf's collarbone. He gazed at the hollow their bodies created. He watched Yusuf's chest heave against his forehead. He watched Yusuf rein their lengths together.
Nicolo groaned again, rocking into Yusuf's grip, against his cock. It was dry, too dry and it stung grinding against Yusuf's cock and hand.
"I want to take you right now," Yusuf said roughly. He reached behind Nicolo for the small jar of oil on the table. He needed to stretch to reach, curving into Nicolo, his upper body within the reach of Nicolo's mouth.
Nicolo latched on to a nipple, felt Yusuf jerk against his lips. He tugged, tasted the pink nub as it hardened against his rough tongue.
"I want to fill you," Yusuf rasped as he rolled his hips, his cock aligning with Nicolo's. Yusuf's torso quivered as Nicolo moved to the other teat.
"I want to spill into yo--yes, my heart, oh, there, yes..."
Yusuf's hand returned around their cocks. It was now slick with oil and suddenly the pace grew frantic.
Nicolo pulled away from Yusuf's chest, a whine creaking out of his throat as Yusuf pumped their cocks together. He curled his hands around Yusuf's wrists, his body rocking to the pulls.
"There is so much I want to taste of you," Yusuf panted. He slipped a hand around and smoothed his fingers over Nicolo's taint in time of his jerks.
"I could have sat there and watch you, like a mythical god of war glowing with mercy yet burning with such strength."
Nicolo's mouth fell open and he gasped, keening as a finger slipped in. His body shaped around Yusuf's finger, first one, then two. He whimpered when there was no more.
"Yu...yusuf..."
"I want to bury myself into that well of power, that well of light and never come out."
Yusuf's fingers twisted, slipping in and out faster than the hand around them. Nicolo whimpered. His legs kicked a little as the third finger slipped in. The fullness robbed him of breath. All he could do was make soft catches of sound deep in his throat. He was ignited from all sides and he needed more.
"Yusuf..." Nicolo choked. "Please..." He huddled in closer, his hips snapping into Yusuf's hand, his body trembling to keep the fullness inside him.
Yusuf mouthed Nicolo's brow, his fingers turning, crooking, seeking...
Nicolo moaned as Yusuf's fingers brushed over that spot again and again, in a pace that turned into a blur. Light flashed behind his eyes over and over.
The fourth finger inched in and oh, oh, yes, this. His legs twitched, desperate to spread wide but on his side, all he could do was fling one leg over Yusuf's flank to open himself for more.
"Uh," Nicolo moaned, "Uh, Yu--mor--oh, p-please..."
"Do you feel how your body lets me in?" Yusuf murmured. "Do you feel how I fit inside you? How much I fill you with my fingers? Four, you take four so beautifully, but oh, you would still be so tight around me. I weep at the thought."
"I should take you now," Yusuf breathed and his eyes were as dark and charged as that night when they fought together.
"Y-yes...Yu-Yusuf..."
"...right here and let you ride my cock instead of my hand."
Nicolo panted. He could not even form more words to beg. He rocked into Yusuf's hand, pulling the fingers in, sobbing when Yusuf slowly eased them half out.
It was a battle between them. Nicolo struggled to buck into Yusuf's hand to take them deeper, only for Yusuf to slip them out. His damp fingers lingered at his opening, enough to feel the stretch as they slipped back in. But never deep enough. Not enough.
"Please..." Nicolo breathed. Yusuf kissed his brow, his hand quickening around their cocks.
"But no," Yusuf mourned. "Not yet, not like this, not in haste."
Yusuf turned his fingers, kneading Nicolo's insides with slow pets. He sped up his strokes around them as his movements inside Nicolo slowed into a torturous sway.
"Tonight. I promise. Let me spoil you, taste you in every way, let me keep you on this bed and indulge each other on this the day. Let me have you, my heart, in every possible way."
Nicolo came, spilling over Yusuf's hand, with a wordless wail. He lay panting, boneless and dazed as Yusuf rolled them so Nicolo was on his back.
"My beautiful warrior," Yusuf breathed as he leaned in to make the same promises all over again.
-----------------------
......so, it's a given this next few parts is pure plotless smut. Just as a warning, LOL. I learned a new term: PWP. Heh heh.
Tomorrow!
-------------