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———————————————- Part 19B ———————————————-
(Yusuf)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
He did not want to wake him.
Yusuf paused from what he was doing. He gazed down at Nicolo's right shoulder a sharp corner against the sky. The fig trees barely reached Yusuf’s shoulders when he's seated, but their leaves still cast interesting shadows on Nicolo’s pale skin, curling over his buttocks and calves like forbidden tattoos.
Yusuf was at a similar undress. He did not see a reason to search for his discarded trousers. They bathed, lay by the fig trees to dry as Yusuf plucked ripe figs off the branches so Nicolo could halved them and mix it with the cheese and honey. The mixture sat in a small crockery on the grass to soften enough to smear across one of the many loaves of bread they were gifted. It would make a fine meal, should they feel inclined to go back to the house.
Up ahead, the hens squawked and squabble with the horse limping around toeing their pen with a hoof. The beast was most likely trying to eat their feed, having finished the generous pail of chaff Nicolo insisted Yusuf should give it.
Yusuf described to Nicolo what he found when he revived. Nicolo was convinced the horse protected him. Yusuf was certain the bandits were merely unfortunate enough to be underfoot of the horse.
Yusuf shook his head as he turned a page of the stack on his lap, flipping out the rough sketch of a war horse on its hind legs and smoothed a palm over the fresh sheet.
“Must you stare?” Nicolo mumbled. He did not roll onto his back. He stayed slightly curled, his head on the bent of his elbow. He was lying on his side, his back to Yusuf, dozing on top of Yusuf’s cloak spread out on the grass. Despite the cooling air, Nicolo seemed content to lie nude under the descending sun.
“Was I?” Yusuf murmured. He picked up the thin piece of charcoal again. He quietly drew the subtle curve of Nicolo’s right bicep.
"I am not looking but I feel your eyes on me." Nicolo sounded bemused. "Have you not seen enough of me?"
"Never," Yusuf said with fierce feeling. His charcoal crushed at the tip with his fervent answer. "I would never tire of looking at you."
Nicolo huffed, but did not protest. He continued to lie there, like a pale stone statue in repose.
“You said you wanted to stay in bed, yet here we are by the fig trees,” Nicolo yawned. “You could have at least let me put on my clothes.”
“Why,” Yusuf said distractedly as he smudged a line, adding shadow and a softer shape to Nicolo’s arm. “When we are going back to bed?”
Nicolo scoffed sleepily. “To sleep?”
“Tired so soon?” Yusuf teased as he pressed the charcoal lightly, stroking up to draw the slender column of Nicolo’s throat. "We have only just break fast."
Yusuf's charcoal stopped at the mouth. His charcoal would not be able to capture the pink and shy curl of Nicolo’s mouth.
“It takes too much work to think of a reply to you right now,” Nicolo yawned. He shifted more to his side, his right hip rolling up, his buttocks presented to Yusuf.
Yusuf’s groin stirred at the reddened patches on the back of Nicolo’s thighs and the sticky spots that splattered under the swell of his cheeks.
“You would think you are well rested considering how long you stayed in bed,” Yusuf murmured.
“If you let me sleep, I would be,” Nicolo retorted drowsily.
Yusuf chuckled low in his throat.
“Would you rather I let you sleep, hobi? You should have said, but all you said was my name over and over when my tongue was deep inside you.”
From where Yusuf seated, he could see Nicolo’s right ear pinking. Yusuf bit back a smirk.
“Or,” Yusuf went on in a low growl, “You could have asked when we were out here. I would not have protested. Not with your cock so deep in my throat.”
That pink deepened to a red as a flush painted down Nicolo’s back. Buttocks flexed as if remembering Yusuf’s fingers slipping in, breaching the taint and burrowing deep inside Nicolo.
Yusuf felt a different kind of flush as he recalled how Nicolo cried out, clenching around Yusuf’s fingers, his cock twitching helplessly in Yusuf’s throat, his belly quivering as he fought to stay on the ground. Oh how he mewled broken soft cries as Yusuf folded Nicolo's left leg over his shoulder, opening Nicolo wider for his fingers. How two slipped in easier. How greedy Nicolo’s body accepted the third.
There was still resistance to the fourth, but Yusuf watched for any discomfort as he added the fourth. There was none. Like before, Nicolo's expression unfurled into a dazed bliss. And Yusuf tucked the image into his heart as he rolled and twist his fingers inside Nicolo, finding that spot and massaging that place until Nicolo arched his back off the grass and came.
Nicolo was warm and pliant around and under Yusuf. The shadows and unease Nicolo could not hide in the beginning were all but gone. Yusuf found it harder to temper the fire that roiled in his belly. Something in him wanted to pull his Nicolo to him, onto his cock and plunder into the dark heat of his body again and again.
Yusuf swallowed harder. The charcoal snapped in his hand.
"Did you hear that?" Nicolo mumbled, lifting his head off his bent elbow.
Yusuf placed the shattered charcoal and object by the trees' roots. He crawled on his hands and knees until he hung above Nicolo's curled form.
Nicolo turned, heavy lidded gray-blue eyes considering Yusuf above him. His lips curved, a gentle curl of his mouth as his eyes deepened into stormy seas.
"Back to bed?" Nicolo murmured. His eyes wandered down Yusuf's body, stilling at the cock rising in challenge against Yusuf's stomach.
"Not yet?" Nicolo guessed. He rolled onto his back, his limbs loose, his body unresisting as Yusuf lowered himself to align along Nicolo's body.
Nicolo's cock was lax, velvet among a tangle of bristly hair. Yusuf's erection jumped on contact, gliding along the length of Nicolo's cock.
"Four fingers," Nicolo mumbled. His hands were warm and dry when they wrapped around Yusuf's elbows. "You do not feel like only four fingers."
Yusuf could only rumbled in his throat as he rocked across Nicolo.
"You..." Nicolo started to sound breathless. His sex stirred against Yusuf's erection. "Maybe in the middle or--Yusuf, but...but...not at the--"
Nicolo keened, his hips jerking up, seeking friction, seeking Yusuf.
Yusuf lowered his mouth to Nicolo's ear. He collected himself, his hips snapping towards Nicolo as Nicolo's frantic breath beat feather-like and hot against his throat.
"Does that worry you?" Yusuf whispered into Nicolo's ear. "Does my size fill you with dread?"
"Should...it?" Nicolo groaned. His hands curled tighter around Yusuf. "I...no...n-no...I...do not understand...Yusuf..."
Yusuf leaned in, settling his weight, his cock on top of Nicolo's body bucking up to meet his.
"What do you feel right now?" Yusuf said, his mouth over Nicolo's left ear, teeth teasing the lobe. He laved the faint impression of an ear hole, a hint of the silver earrings Nicolo once wore. Yusuf knew Nicolo took them off for safe keeping, in case they needed the coin, but Yusuf missed the glint against Nicolo's jaw line.
"Do you ache, my heart?" Yusuf rasped as his tongue flicked over the lobe, breathing over it and then tasting the bit of flesh again. "Does something in you long for the stretch, for more?"
Nicolo's breath caught. He could not speak. He rutted against Yusuf, his thighs bunched and flexed as they tried to arch him up into Yusuf.
"Do you ache?" Yusuf repeated. He tapped Nicolo's lower lip with his fingers. "Do you want me to ease it? Hm?"
Nicolo's mouth parted. He wheezed, trying to reply but instead opened his mouth wider to let Yusuf dip his fingers in.
"Get me ready for you," Yusuf murmured. He felt his groin tighten, unbearable yet wonderfully as he watched Nicolo's tongue wrap around his two fingers to wetthem.
Nicolo suddenly made a face and gagged.
Alarmed, Yusuf climbed off Nicolo. His heart hammered as Nicolo sat up and coughed.
"Hobi?" Yusuf asked anxiously. His chest squeezed as Nicolol grimaced.
"What..." Nicolo gagged. "Was on your fingers?"
"Eh?" Yusuf stared down at his fingers then across at Nicolo, who stuck out his tongue.
Yusuf burst out laughing at the black stripe that ran down Nicolo's tongue.
"Oh, sorry," Yusuf managed. He tapped the bottom of Nicolo's chin to try to get the other to stop looking so crossed.
Yusuf gulped back the chuckles. He held up both hands. The other was still smeared with black dust.
"Charcoal," Yusuf snickered. "It must have covered my hands and I..." He clasped Nicolo's shoulders. His own shook too much.
"Oh my heart, I am truly sorry, but your face..."
Yusuf pitched forward into Nicolo's shoulder. He patted Nicolo's shoulders, his laughter renewed when Nicolo sighed.
"Charcoal?" Nicolo did not sound upset. He sounded odd. "As in...were you drawing?"
Yusuf calmed down as best he could. He found himself under a hopeful gaze.
With a steadying breath, Yusuf nodded. He twisted around, reaching behind him for the leather wrap he had made.
Nicolo was silent as he held the small parcel in his hands. He loosened the leather ties and the flap fell open to the stack of paper from Cairo.
"When I no longer saw the paper on the table, I thought you have burned them," Nicolo said quietly. He lifted one sheet that has the horse and hens sketched on it. He stilled at the simple sketch of his own arm, his eye, the side of the hair Yusuf helped trim to even the chop that happened in battle.
"I was tempted to," Yusuf admitted. "But you suffered so much to get this for me. It seemed ungrateful to throw it away."
"If you did, I would have understood," Nicolo sighed, "This would remind you of what I have done."
Yusuf cleared his throat. "This reminds me of what you felt for me."
Nicolo stared at Yusuf.
Yusuf took back the leather wrap. "I admit the idea of touching ink and pen again still fills me with guilt and grief, but this also represented what you would do for me, as equal if not more of what I would do for you."
Yusuf shrugged. "The drawings are crude with charcoal, but they are drawn with my feelings for you, on the paper created from your feelings for me."
The leather wrap creaked when Yusuf curled the bundle in his hands.
"I would never throw that away so callously."
Nicolo was silent, his eyes on the wrap that held the last remaining stack of paper.
"If you like," Nicolo offered. "I could bind them into a book, so the pages will stay together."
Yusuf smiled at Nicolo. "That is a good idea."
Nicolo seemed to struggle with a decision. He bit his lower lip in thought.
Abruptly, Nicolo rose to his feet. There was a moment the sun shone behind him and his lithe form seemed to flare with a light that made Yusuf's breath catch.
Nicolo extended a hand.
"Let us go back."
"To sleep?" Yusuf joked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Nicolo's smile was shaky, but his eyes were intense on Yusuf.
"I have something to show you." --------------
Apparently, I need plot in a PWP otherwise my brain whines, "But WHY are they having filthy sex?" (headdesk) LOL
Hoping to post tomorrow, but most likely late! I'm on potato duty tomorrow. My fault: I whined I wanted curried mashed potatoes.
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NEW HERE: Needs of the Other 19B/20
Date: 2020-11-25 12:15 am (UTC)———————————————-
Part 19B
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(Yusuf)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
He did not want to wake him.
Yusuf paused from what he was doing. He gazed down at Nicolo's right shoulder a sharp corner against the sky. The fig trees barely reached Yusuf’s shoulders when he's seated, but their leaves still cast interesting shadows on Nicolo’s pale skin, curling over his buttocks and calves like forbidden tattoos.
Yusuf was at a similar undress. He did not see a reason to search for his discarded trousers. They bathed, lay by the fig trees to dry as Yusuf plucked ripe figs off the branches so Nicolo could halved them and mix it with the cheese and honey. The mixture sat in a small crockery on the grass to soften enough to smear across one of the many loaves of bread they were gifted. It would make a fine meal, should they feel inclined to go back to the house.
Up ahead, the hens squawked and squabble with the horse limping around toeing their pen with a hoof. The beast was most likely trying to eat their feed, having finished the generous pail of chaff Nicolo insisted Yusuf should give it.
Yusuf described to Nicolo what he found when he revived. Nicolo was convinced the horse protected him. Yusuf was certain the bandits were merely unfortunate enough to be underfoot of the horse.
Yusuf shook his head as he turned a page of the stack on his lap, flipping out the rough sketch of a war horse on its hind legs and smoothed a palm over the fresh sheet.
“Must you stare?” Nicolo mumbled. He did not roll onto his back. He stayed slightly curled, his head on the bent of his elbow. He was lying on his side, his back to Yusuf, dozing on top of Yusuf’s cloak spread out on the grass. Despite the cooling air, Nicolo seemed content to lie nude under the descending sun.
“Was I?” Yusuf murmured. He picked up the thin piece of charcoal again. He quietly drew the subtle curve of Nicolo’s right bicep.
"I am not looking but I feel your eyes on me." Nicolo sounded bemused. "Have you not seen enough of me?"
"Never," Yusuf said with fierce feeling. His charcoal crushed at the tip with his fervent answer. "I would never tire of looking at you."
Nicolo huffed, but did not protest. He continued to lie there, like a pale stone statue in repose.
“You said you wanted to stay in bed, yet here we are by the fig trees,” Nicolo yawned. “You could have at least let me put on my clothes.”
“Why,” Yusuf said distractedly as he smudged a line, adding shadow and a softer shape to Nicolo’s arm. “When we are going back to bed?”
Nicolo scoffed sleepily. “To sleep?”
“Tired so soon?” Yusuf teased as he pressed the charcoal lightly, stroking up to draw the slender column of Nicolo’s throat. "We have only just break fast."
Yusuf's charcoal stopped at the mouth. His charcoal would not be able to capture the pink and shy curl of Nicolo’s mouth.
“It takes too much work to think of a reply to you right now,” Nicolo yawned. He shifted more to his side, his right hip rolling up, his buttocks presented to Yusuf.
Yusuf’s groin stirred at the reddened patches on the back of Nicolo’s thighs and the sticky spots that splattered under the swell of his cheeks.
“You would think you are well rested considering how long you stayed in bed,” Yusuf murmured.
“If you let me sleep, I would be,” Nicolo retorted drowsily.
Yusuf chuckled low in his throat.
“Would you rather I let you sleep, hobi? You should have said, but all you said was my name over and over when my tongue was deep inside you.”
From where Yusuf seated, he could see Nicolo’s right ear pinking. Yusuf bit back a smirk.
“Or,” Yusuf went on in a low growl, “You could have asked when we were out here. I would not have protested. Not with your cock so deep in my throat.”
That pink deepened to a red as a flush painted down Nicolo’s back. Buttocks flexed as if remembering Yusuf’s fingers slipping in, breaching the taint and burrowing deep inside Nicolo.
Yusuf felt a different kind of flush as he recalled how Nicolo cried out, clenching around Yusuf’s fingers, his cock twitching helplessly in Yusuf’s throat, his belly quivering as he fought to stay on the ground. Oh how he mewled broken soft cries as Yusuf folded Nicolo's left leg over his shoulder, opening Nicolo wider for his fingers. How two slipped in easier. How greedy Nicolo’s body accepted the third.
There was still resistance to the fourth, but Yusuf watched for any discomfort as he added the fourth. There was none. Like before, Nicolo's expression unfurled into a dazed bliss. And Yusuf tucked the image into his heart as he rolled and twist his fingers inside Nicolo, finding that spot and massaging that place until Nicolo arched his back off the grass and came.
Nicolo was warm and pliant around and under Yusuf. The shadows and unease Nicolo could not hide in the beginning were all but gone. Yusuf found it harder to temper the fire that roiled in his belly. Something in him wanted to pull his Nicolo to him, onto his cock and plunder into the dark heat of his body again and again.
Yusuf swallowed harder. The charcoal snapped in his hand.
"Did you hear that?" Nicolo mumbled, lifting his head off his bent elbow.
Yusuf placed the shattered charcoal and object by the trees' roots. He crawled on his hands and knees until he hung above Nicolo's curled form.
Nicolo turned, heavy lidded gray-blue eyes considering Yusuf above him. His lips curved, a gentle curl of his mouth as his eyes deepened into stormy seas.
"Back to bed?" Nicolo murmured. His eyes wandered down Yusuf's body, stilling at the cock rising in challenge against Yusuf's stomach.
"Not yet?" Nicolo guessed. He rolled onto his back, his limbs loose, his body unresisting as Yusuf lowered himself to align along Nicolo's body.
Nicolo's cock was lax, velvet among a tangle of bristly hair. Yusuf's erection jumped on contact, gliding along the length of Nicolo's cock.
"Four fingers," Nicolo mumbled. His hands were warm and dry when they wrapped around Yusuf's elbows. "You do not feel like only four fingers."
Yusuf could only rumbled in his throat as he rocked across Nicolo.
"You..." Nicolo started to sound breathless. His sex stirred against Yusuf's erection. "Maybe in the middle or--Yusuf, but...but...not at the--"
Nicolo keened, his hips jerking up, seeking friction, seeking Yusuf.
Yusuf lowered his mouth to Nicolo's ear. He collected himself, his hips snapping towards Nicolo as Nicolo's frantic breath beat feather-like and hot against his throat.
"Does that worry you?" Yusuf whispered into Nicolo's ear. "Does my size fill you with dread?"
"Should...it?" Nicolo groaned. His hands curled tighter around Yusuf. "I...no...n-no...I...do not understand...Yusuf..."
Yusuf leaned in, settling his weight, his cock on top of Nicolo's body bucking up to meet his.
"What do you feel right now?" Yusuf said, his mouth over Nicolo's left ear, teeth teasing the lobe. He laved the faint impression of an ear hole, a hint of the silver earrings Nicolo once wore. Yusuf knew Nicolo took them off for safe keeping, in case they needed the coin, but Yusuf missed the glint against Nicolo's jaw line.
"Do you ache, my heart?" Yusuf rasped as his tongue flicked over the lobe, breathing over it and then tasting the bit of flesh again. "Does something in you long for the stretch, for more?"
Nicolo's breath caught. He could not speak. He rutted against Yusuf, his thighs bunched and flexed as they tried to arch him up into Yusuf.
"Do you ache?" Yusuf repeated. He tapped Nicolo's lower lip with his fingers. "Do you want me to ease it? Hm?"
Nicolo's mouth parted. He wheezed, trying to reply but instead opened his mouth wider to let Yusuf dip his fingers in.
"Get me ready for you," Yusuf murmured. He felt his groin tighten, unbearable yet wonderfully as he watched Nicolo's tongue wrap around his two fingers to wetthem.
Nicolo suddenly made a face and gagged.
Alarmed, Yusuf climbed off Nicolo. His heart hammered as Nicolo sat up and coughed.
"Hobi?" Yusuf asked anxiously. His chest squeezed as Nicolol grimaced.
"What..." Nicolo gagged. "Was on your fingers?"
"Eh?" Yusuf stared down at his fingers then across at Nicolo, who stuck out his tongue.
Yusuf burst out laughing at the black stripe that ran down Nicolo's tongue.
"Oh, sorry," Yusuf managed. He tapped the bottom of Nicolo's chin to try to get the other to stop looking so crossed.
Yusuf gulped back the chuckles. He held up both hands. The other was still smeared with black dust.
"Charcoal," Yusuf snickered. "It must have covered my hands and I..." He clasped Nicolo's shoulders. His own shook too much.
"Oh my heart, I am truly sorry, but your face..."
Yusuf pitched forward into Nicolo's shoulder. He patted Nicolo's shoulders, his laughter renewed when Nicolo sighed.
"Charcoal?" Nicolo did not sound upset. He sounded odd. "As in...were you drawing?"
Yusuf calmed down as best he could. He found himself under a hopeful gaze.
With a steadying breath, Yusuf nodded. He twisted around, reaching behind him for the leather wrap he had made.
Nicolo was silent as he held the small parcel in his hands. He loosened the leather ties and the flap fell open to the stack of paper from Cairo.
"When I no longer saw the paper on the table, I thought you have burned them," Nicolo said quietly. He lifted one sheet that has the horse and hens sketched on it. He stilled at the simple sketch of his own arm, his eye, the side of the hair Yusuf helped trim to even the chop that happened in battle.
"I was tempted to," Yusuf admitted. "But you suffered so much to get this for me. It seemed ungrateful to throw it away."
"If you did, I would have understood," Nicolo sighed, "This would remind you of what I have done."
Yusuf cleared his throat. "This reminds me of what you felt for me."
Nicolo stared at Yusuf.
Yusuf took back the leather wrap. "I admit the idea of touching ink and pen again still fills me with guilt and grief, but this also represented what you would do for me, as equal if not more of what I would do for you."
Yusuf shrugged. "The drawings are crude with charcoal, but they are drawn with my feelings for you, on the paper created from your feelings for me."
The leather wrap creaked when Yusuf curled the bundle in his hands.
"I would never throw that away so callously."
Nicolo was silent, his eyes on the wrap that held the last remaining stack of paper.
"If you like," Nicolo offered. "I could bind them into a book, so the pages will stay together."
Yusuf smiled at Nicolo. "That is a good idea."
Nicolo seemed to struggle with a decision. He bit his lower lip in thought.
Abruptly, Nicolo rose to his feet. There was a moment the sun shone behind him and his lithe form seemed to flare with a light that made Yusuf's breath catch.
Nicolo extended a hand.
"Let us go back."
"To sleep?" Yusuf joked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Nicolo's smile was shaky, but his eyes were intense on Yusuf.
"I have something to show you."
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Apparently, I need plot in a PWP otherwise my brain whines, "But WHY are they having filthy sex?" (headdesk) LOL
Hoping to post tomorrow, but most likely late! I'm on potato duty tomorrow. My fault: I whined I wanted curried mashed potatoes.