I worked and reworked this part since Thursday night. Yup. Considering the rest of the fic, this was the hardest part to write. Weird. LOL
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(Yusuf)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
Perhaps he was the one who was not ready.
Yusuf smoothed his hands down Nicolo’s flank. Over and over.
Was Nicolo this pale before? Or was he paler now—no, that can not be. The sun has graced him with a faint tan that only made his eyes more startling to behold. His hair has captured sunlight once again, streaks of reddish gold among mahogany. No, he was not as pale as before.
Yusuf watched, transfixed at a bead of oil sliding down Nicolo’s skin. It looked like a tear. His stomach churned. He suddenly felt cumbersome, his fingers too large inside Nicolo, too blunt. Something inside him howled to press into that tight opening with more than just his fingers and take what was before him.
But another part of him recoiled at the thought of pushing in too soon, too strong, too fast. His fingers pressed through with such resistance, how could he think his cock would be easily welcomed?
Around Yusuf’s fingers, Nicolo’s dark heat wrapped tighter. Yusuf could not stifle his moan. He felt Nicolo’s pulse against the pads of his fingers. When he moved his fingers, he felt Nicolo’s body throb around him slick and hot. The clutch of the most intimate space swelled and moved around his fingers.
Yusuf’s head squeezed tight. His chest seized with such want yet also with such fear.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo rasped. Look at me, his voice commanded.
Eyes burning, Yusuf lifted his heavy head to stare dazed at Nicolo.
His face flushed, his brow damp with sweat, Nicolo locked his gaze with Yusuf. Yusuf could not look away.
"Yusuf al-Kaysani, I dare you."
Nicolo’s hands curled around Yusuf’s elbows. His mouth was set in a determined line. He appeared as the fighter by his side, not splayed out before Yusuf.
"You would shirk on your promise to me?” Nicolo’s grip was starting to numb Yusuf’s arms. He clenched hard around Yusuf’s fingers. “You dare?"
Nicolo’s voice reverberated. Nicolo’s demand shivered up Yusuf’s arms
Yusuf gaped at Nicolo. Nicolo stared back, his jaw set, his eyes fevered with a mix of challenge and fear.
It was the fear that roused Yusuf out from his own. Nicolo’s eyes echoed the quelling inside Yusuf. And Yusuf could not ignore the flicker of doubt behind the gleam.
Yusuf breathed hard, his fingers pulling out. The need to gather Nicolo to him warred with the need to settle over Nicolo with his body.
Look at me, Yusuf echoed in his gaze as he pulled Nicolo’s knees to fold over his shoulders. Nicolo lay before him, exposed body and heart. But his expression was of trust, his limbs relaxing as Yusuf slipped the cushion under his buttocks. Nicolo was silent, his face open, unshadowed as Yusuf spread him open with his trembling hands.
Nicolo traced Yusuf's arms as he settled deeper onto the bed. The padding sank under their weight and Nicolo shot Yusuf a rueful grimace when he twitched.
Yusuf clasped hands over Nicolo’s knees, watching as toned thighs flexed. The puckered entrance, that dark swirl of Nicolo’s taint revealed itself.
Yusuf turned his head, kissed the side of Nicolo’s left knee. His hands swept down, to the fold of Nicolo’s hips. Nicolo’s buttocks quivered over Yusuf’s palms as thumbs pressed in and spread his cheeks wider.
“Careful,” Yusuf murmured although he was not sure if he was speaking to Nicolo or himself. His erection, which waned in the beginning, now tapped Nicolo’s legs, leaking with impatience. His cock wept, trickles from his slit dripping onto Nicolo’s flushed cock.
The dish of oil shook as Yusuf held it over Nicolo’s taint. He watched, mouth dry, as two drops pooled at the rim.
Nicolo made a soft sound as Yusuf pressed his fingers in again, pushing the oil in. He stroked carefully, two fingers like crossing swords inside Nicolo, kneading slicked walls. He felt the tension there, around him, but it was not clear what the tension hinted.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo half-sighed his name. The tension was in his voice as well. Nicolo reached down and touched Yusuf’s wrist, staying there as Yusuf’s hand moved to work Nicolo loose.
The warmth of Nicolo’s long fingers around Yusuf’s wrist calmed him. He twisted his fingers, turning just so, petting over that spot with gentle precision.
“Oh,” Nicolo murmured, shuddering around Yusuf’s touch. His hand curled around Yusuf’s wrist, following as Yusuf turned his hand and massaged the spot again.
“Uh...” Nicolo breathed out. “Uh...Yus—“ He whimpered.
Nicolo was tenser now, which was not Yusuf’s intention. He murmured, replying to Nicolo’s soft sounds with gentle ones of his own. He eased away from that spot. He kissed both knees when Nicolo uttered a broken and disappointed sound.
Yusuf inserted a third finger in. He hesitated before spreading the three digits apart inside Nicolo. He has always kept them cinched together before.
Nicolo’s left knee jerked, knocking under Yusuf’s jaw.
“S-sorry,” Nicolo whimpered. His right knee did the same when Yusuf widened the spread. “Oh...s-sor...”
Yusuf shushed Nicolo as his fingers slipped out. His throat worked as he tried to push them back in.
“You are tight,” Yusuf murmured, breaking the unspoken agreement not to talk to each other. “I...I may not fit.”
“You will.” Nicolo sounded dazed, yet sure. His hand around Yusuf’s wrist tightened.
“Please, no more. Yusuf, now.”
Nicolo’s hand drifted to Yusuf’s cock. He could not reach, not quite, his blunt fingers skimming the engorged cock.
Yusuf let out a groan bore of pain and hunger. He yearned to lean in, chase Nicolo’s hand. His cock throbbed as he tipped oil over his length. He heard splatters of oil on the padding--oh, he forgot the pelts. Wait, he wanted to pull the blanket close.
His hand gingerly coated his cock. He coated his hand with more oil. Was it enough? Should he get more? Should he pour more over Nicolo?
Too soon, Yusuf's erection tapped against Nicolo’s taint.
“You will tell me to stop if I hurt you,” Yusuf rasped as he took hold of himself. Loosely. Any firmer and he would shatter all over Nicolo.
“No,” Nicolo said calmly despite his flushed face. “No, I will not.”
“Ho—”
“I will not,” Nicolo interrupted. “Because you will not hurt me.”
Yusuf choked out a sad laugh, but did not argue. He leaned in, one hand under Nicolo’s hip to tilt him up more, the other hand guiding his erection.
No, no, no, this would not work, Yusuf thought as his cock rested on the rim of Nicolo’s entrance. His breath stuttered. He rubbed Nicolo’s hole, at the swirl of muscle and thought how small it looked compared to the swollen head of his cock.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo whispered urgently. He stared at Yusuf when he lifted his eyes.
“Look at me.”
Yusuf’s throat worked. He nodded with difficulty. His eyes locked with Nicolo’s, Yusuf flexed, his hips rolling, pressing his cock into the knot of muscle.
Nicolo drew in a long breath, shuddering as he exhaled.
There was a brief sensation of his cock being squeezed before muscles relaxed. Yusuf’s blunt head pushed past the muscular ring. There was a faint wet sound. A drop of oil plopped to the mattress under them.
Loud in the silence of their home, Nicolo’s breath stuttered. Yusuf froze.
Nicolo’s eyes briefly closed, brow furrowing. There was an expression of intense concentration. One of his hands drifted down to where they were linked. He ran a light touch up along Yusuf’s cock. He traced it down to his entrance.
“Oh,” Nicolo exhaled.
Nicolo’s eyes slowly opened. He smiled up at Yusuf.
Yusuf soaked in that smile, that wonderment and warmth in those gray-blue eyes, that hand caressing the connection of their bodies.
With Nicolo’s smile tucked warm in his heart, Yusuf wove his fingers through Nicolo’s hand and leaned in.
His cock caught within the clutch of Nicolo’s body. Yusuf grimaced. Nicolo’s hand curled briefly within his grasp. Nicolo said nothing. He stayed quiet as Yusuf hesitantly pushed harder.
Yusuf sank—it was the only way to describe it—into a well of heat. Nicolo’s hand squeezed, out of assurance not pain and was that not an irony? Nicolo’s lean body unfurled bare before Yusuf and he was the one reassuring Yusuf instead of the other way around.
There were words Yusuf should offer, gestures and smiles he should give as he slipped into a dark heat Nicolo offered no other. This here, around his cock, around his heart, was his and his alone.
The enormity of Nicolo’s gift struck Yusuf as he locked completely into his Nicolo, his sacs flushed to the soft skin under Nicolo’s buttocks. Yusuf suddenly felt humbled, utterly bowed as he felt Nicolo breathe around him.
“Hobi,” Yusuf whispered. He stroked Nicolo’s left knee and down his leg with his other hand. He could not bear to release Nicolo’s hand in his other hand. He kissed the knee over his shoulder. He turned and rubbed his bread over the bend. The words he wanted to say grew thick and lodged in his throat.
Yusuf stayed still, waiting for Nicolo to grow accustomed to his girth. Four fingers was nothing compared to the wide base of his sex. Nicolo’s entrance was a pale line around his erection as it yawned to try to fit around him.
Nicolo’s breath was measured, a careful rhythm as he adjusted.
Yusuf murmured a sound. The sensation of Nicolo around him robbed him of real words. He mumbled soft sounds as he stroked Nicolo’s leg.
“You and I,” Nicolo suddenly rasped. He smiled again, a fragile curve of his mouth, his eyes suspiciously bright.
“You and I,” Yusuf echoed. He rested his head against Nicolo's knee. His lower back ached the longer he stayed still inside Nicolo.
"My dearest treasure," Yusuf murmured. He kissed Nicolo's knee and felt the dampness in his eyes trickle down Nicolo's thigh. "My everything. My Nicolo."
Nicolo squeezed Yusuf's hand again.
"You are big," Nicolo rasped. "But you fit." He grasped Yusuf's hand tighter. "I will not break. You can not break me. We can not be broken. Yusuf...please...I can feel you holding back."
Yusuf nodded against Nicolo's knee. He gripped Nicolo's hand, their combined hands over Nicolo's stomach. His hips rolled back and he carefully pulled out until his head caught the ridged rim. He waited. When Nicolo exhaled, he pushed and found himself sliding into Nicolo, deeper, in a single stroke.
They both moaned. Nicolo's hand spasm in Yusuf's grip. Nicolo's stomach clenched, sinking as get sucked in a steadying breath.
"Oh," Nicolo gasped, almost to himself.
Yusuf did it again and again, slow, swaying deeper into Nicolo, hunched awkwardly so he could continue holding Nicolo's hand while he thrust.
Yusuf was not sure what changed or when. His pace started to quicken, still careful, but the times between his withdrawal and thrust were shorter. Nicolo's belly under their hands, clenched each time Yusuf sank back in.
It was easier to move inside Nicolo now and Yusuf's chest grew heavy at the thought why. The oil slurped loudly as he moved, Nicolo's small noises pitched soft and then loud, louder as Yusuf moved.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
It was not clear who spoke, who cried out so needy, so breathless. Yusuf's ears roared, his heart's pounding drowning out whatever noises he was making with his mouth parted.
Nicolo tugged Yusuf's hand with each thrust. He was not looking at Yusuf now. He has his eyes shut, his face flushed, damp with sweat. He held tight to Yusuf's hand, tighter, a wordless command Yusuf could not disobey.
The bed creaked underneath them. The padding seemed to rise and fall like a stormy ocean. Someone panted loudly. Someone was sobbing pleas.
Yusuf's lower back ached as he thrust harder, deeper, his hand now tugged closer to Nicolo's heart. He clamped his other hand over Nicolo's hip. Each of his thrusts kept pushing Nicolo higher on the bed.
He should slow down. He should say something. He should--Yusuf moaned as Nicolo clenched so hard around him, his cock twitched and something snapped inside him.
He pounded--he should slow down--oh, the hot velvety grip on his cock, the sounds of Nicolo keening against his throat--wait, when had he slumped into Nicolo? It did not matter. He felt the pendent sliding between their damp bodies. Nicolo's right leg slipped off his shoulder and was now wrapped around Yusuf's middle.
Their hands had fumbled apart. Nicolo clutched Yusuf's shoulders as he bucked, pinned between Yusuf and the bed. Yusuf gripped Nicolo's hips to keep Nicolo from jolting away with each thrust and because he needed an anchor, the feel of Nicolo flexing under him tethered him to this life. Yusuf felt like he was wrenched left and right as he piston into Nicolo.
He needed to slow down. Careful. Gentle. His Hob--hobi, hobi, hobi...
Yusuf cried out as Nicolo's heel on his lower back prodded him. Yusuf's knees burned as they dug into the padding. His lower back ached as he struggled between thrusting deeper and slowing down.
But Nicolo would not let him. He tugged Yusuf closer, bending himself in half. He babbled, whimpering, "There, yes, there, Yu--Oh, oh, please..." into Yusuf's ear.
Reason fled. Sense exploded and drowned Yusuf. He thrust. He burrowed deep. He shouted and Nicolo shouted back. And suddenly it was too much and not enough when Yusuf threw his head back, roaring as he came, filling Nicolo, his release flooding his Nicolo and draining out of him.
Nicolo wailed as he followed. He splattered between them, shuddering as Yusuf feverishly continued to thrust and came once more.
Yusuf murmured words that were swallowed up by Nicolo's greedy mouth. He continued to move inside Nicolo, gentler now before Nicolo nudged him back with a violent shudder yet also with a regretful moan.
"You and I," Nicolo mumbled. He curled into Yusuf, his body trembling, his legs tangling with Yusuf's. There was a wet spot under them, Yusuf's release leaked out of Nicolo with each shiver.
"You and I," Yusuf croaked as he pulled Nicolo to him. "Thank you, my heart. Thank you." He hugged Nicolo to him.
"Sleep," Nicolo muttered. He hooked a finger into Yusuf's chain. "Later?" Nicolo sounded sleepy yet hopeful.
"Later," Yusuf agreed. He kissed the top of Nicolo's hair and followed Nicolo to sleep.
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NEW HERE: Needs of the Other 19D/20
Date: 2020-11-28 09:41 pm (UTC)———————————————-
Part 19D
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(Yusuf)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
Perhaps he was the one who was not ready.
Yusuf smoothed his hands down Nicolo’s flank. Over and over.
Was Nicolo this pale before? Or was he paler now—no, that can not be. The sun has graced him with a faint tan that only made his eyes more startling to behold. His hair has captured sunlight once again, streaks of reddish gold among mahogany. No, he was not as pale as before.
Yusuf watched, transfixed at a bead of oil sliding down Nicolo’s skin. It looked like a tear. His stomach churned. He suddenly felt cumbersome, his fingers too large inside Nicolo, too blunt. Something inside him howled to press into that tight opening with more than just his fingers and take what was before him.
But another part of him recoiled at the thought of pushing in too soon, too strong, too fast. His fingers pressed through with such resistance, how could he think his cock would be easily welcomed?
Around Yusuf’s fingers, Nicolo’s dark heat wrapped tighter. Yusuf could not stifle his moan. He felt Nicolo’s pulse against the pads of his fingers. When he moved his fingers, he felt Nicolo’s body throb around him slick and hot. The clutch of the most intimate space swelled and moved around his fingers.
Yusuf’s head squeezed tight. His chest seized with such want yet also with such fear.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo rasped. Look at me, his voice commanded.
Eyes burning, Yusuf lifted his heavy head to stare dazed at Nicolo.
His face flushed, his brow damp with sweat, Nicolo locked his gaze with Yusuf. Yusuf could not look away.
"Yusuf al-Kaysani, I dare you."
Nicolo’s hands curled around Yusuf’s elbows. His mouth was set in a determined line. He appeared as the fighter by his side, not splayed out before Yusuf.
"You would shirk on your promise to me?” Nicolo’s grip was starting to numb Yusuf’s arms. He clenched hard around Yusuf’s fingers. “You dare?"
Nicolo’s voice reverberated. Nicolo’s demand shivered up Yusuf’s arms
Yusuf gaped at Nicolo. Nicolo stared back, his jaw set, his eyes fevered with a mix of challenge and fear.
It was the fear that roused Yusuf out from his own. Nicolo’s eyes echoed the quelling inside Yusuf. And Yusuf could not ignore the flicker of doubt behind the gleam.
Yusuf breathed hard, his fingers pulling out. The need to gather Nicolo to him warred with the need to settle over Nicolo with his body.
Look at me, Yusuf echoed in his gaze as he pulled Nicolo’s knees to fold over his shoulders. Nicolo lay before him, exposed body and heart. But his expression was of trust, his limbs relaxing as Yusuf slipped the cushion under his buttocks. Nicolo was silent, his face open, unshadowed as Yusuf spread him open with his trembling hands.
Nicolo traced Yusuf's arms as he settled deeper onto the bed. The padding sank under their weight and Nicolo shot Yusuf a rueful grimace when he twitched.
Yusuf clasped hands over Nicolo’s knees, watching as toned thighs flexed. The puckered entrance, that dark swirl of Nicolo’s taint revealed itself.
Yusuf turned his head, kissed the side of Nicolo’s left knee. His hands swept down, to the fold of Nicolo’s hips. Nicolo’s buttocks quivered over Yusuf’s palms as thumbs pressed in and spread his cheeks wider.
“Careful,” Yusuf murmured although he was not sure if he was speaking to Nicolo or himself. His erection, which waned in the beginning, now tapped Nicolo’s legs, leaking with impatience. His cock wept, trickles from his slit dripping onto Nicolo’s flushed cock.
The dish of oil shook as Yusuf held it over Nicolo’s taint. He watched, mouth dry, as two drops pooled at the rim.
Nicolo made a soft sound as Yusuf pressed his fingers in again, pushing the oil in. He stroked carefully, two fingers like crossing swords inside Nicolo, kneading slicked walls. He felt the tension there, around him, but it was not clear what the tension hinted.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo half-sighed his name. The tension was in his voice as well. Nicolo reached down and touched Yusuf’s wrist, staying there as Yusuf’s hand moved to work Nicolo loose.
The warmth of Nicolo’s long fingers around Yusuf’s wrist calmed him. He twisted his fingers, turning just so, petting over that spot with gentle precision.
“Oh,” Nicolo murmured, shuddering around Yusuf’s touch. His hand curled around Yusuf’s wrist, following as Yusuf turned his hand and massaged the spot again.
“Uh...” Nicolo breathed out. “Uh...Yus—“ He whimpered.
Nicolo was tenser now, which was not Yusuf’s intention. He murmured, replying to Nicolo’s soft sounds with gentle ones of his own. He eased away from that spot. He kissed both knees when Nicolo uttered a broken and disappointed sound.
Yusuf inserted a third finger in. He hesitated before spreading the three digits apart inside Nicolo. He has always kept them cinched together before.
Nicolo’s left knee jerked, knocking under Yusuf’s jaw.
“S-sorry,” Nicolo whimpered. His right knee did the same when Yusuf widened the spread. “Oh...s-sor...”
Yusuf shushed Nicolo as his fingers slipped out. His throat worked as he tried to push them back in.
“You are tight,” Yusuf murmured, breaking the unspoken agreement not to talk to each other. “I...I may not fit.”
“You will.” Nicolo sounded dazed, yet sure. His hand around Yusuf’s wrist tightened.
“Please, no more. Yusuf, now.”
Nicolo’s hand drifted to Yusuf’s cock. He could not reach, not quite, his blunt fingers skimming the engorged cock.
Yusuf let out a groan bore of pain and hunger. He yearned to lean in, chase Nicolo’s hand. His cock throbbed as he tipped oil over his length. He heard splatters of oil on the padding--oh, he forgot the pelts. Wait, he wanted to pull the blanket close.
His hand gingerly coated his cock. He coated his hand with more oil. Was it enough? Should he get more? Should he pour more over Nicolo?
Too soon, Yusuf's erection tapped against Nicolo’s taint.
“You will tell me to stop if I hurt you,” Yusuf rasped as he took hold of himself. Loosely. Any firmer and he would shatter all over Nicolo.
“No,” Nicolo said calmly despite his flushed face. “No, I will not.”
“Ho—”
“I will not,” Nicolo interrupted. “Because you will not hurt me.”
Yusuf choked out a sad laugh, but did not argue. He leaned in, one hand under Nicolo’s hip to tilt him up more, the other hand guiding his erection.
No, no, no, this would not work, Yusuf thought as his cock rested on the rim of Nicolo’s entrance. His breath stuttered. He rubbed Nicolo’s hole, at the swirl of muscle and thought how small it looked compared to the swollen head of his cock.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo whispered urgently. He stared at Yusuf when he lifted his eyes.
“Look at me.”
Yusuf’s throat worked. He nodded with difficulty. His eyes locked with Nicolo’s, Yusuf flexed, his hips rolling, pressing his cock into the knot of muscle.
Nicolo drew in a long breath, shuddering as he exhaled.
There was a brief sensation of his cock being squeezed before muscles relaxed. Yusuf’s blunt head pushed past the muscular ring. There was a faint wet sound. A drop of oil plopped to the mattress under them.
Loud in the silence of their home, Nicolo’s breath stuttered. Yusuf froze.
Nicolo’s eyes briefly closed, brow furrowing. There was an expression of intense concentration. One of his hands drifted down to where they were linked. He ran a light touch up along Yusuf’s cock. He traced it down to his entrance.
“Oh,” Nicolo exhaled.
Nicolo’s eyes slowly opened. He smiled up at Yusuf.
Yusuf soaked in that smile, that wonderment and warmth in those gray-blue eyes, that hand caressing the connection of their bodies.
With Nicolo’s smile tucked warm in his heart, Yusuf wove his fingers through Nicolo’s hand and leaned in.
His cock caught within the clutch of Nicolo’s body. Yusuf grimaced. Nicolo’s hand curled briefly within his grasp. Nicolo said nothing. He stayed quiet as Yusuf hesitantly pushed harder.
Yusuf sank—it was the only way to describe it—into a well of heat. Nicolo’s hand squeezed, out of assurance not pain and was that not an irony? Nicolo’s lean body unfurled bare before Yusuf and he was the one reassuring Yusuf instead of the other way around.
There were words Yusuf should offer, gestures and smiles he should give as he slipped into a dark heat Nicolo offered no other. This here, around his cock, around his heart, was his and his alone.
The enormity of Nicolo’s gift struck Yusuf as he locked completely into his Nicolo, his sacs flushed to the soft skin under Nicolo’s buttocks. Yusuf suddenly felt humbled, utterly bowed as he felt Nicolo breathe around him.
“Hobi,” Yusuf whispered. He stroked Nicolo’s left knee and down his leg with his other hand. He could not bear to release Nicolo’s hand in his other hand. He kissed the knee over his shoulder. He turned and rubbed his bread over the bend. The words he wanted to say grew thick and lodged in his throat.
Yusuf stayed still, waiting for Nicolo to grow accustomed to his girth. Four fingers was nothing compared to the wide base of his sex. Nicolo’s entrance was a pale line around his erection as it yawned to try to fit around him.
Nicolo’s breath was measured, a careful rhythm as he adjusted.
Yusuf murmured a sound. The sensation of Nicolo around him robbed him of real words. He mumbled soft sounds as he stroked Nicolo’s leg.
“You and I,” Nicolo suddenly rasped. He smiled again, a fragile curve of his mouth, his eyes suspiciously bright.
“You and I,” Yusuf echoed. He rested his head against Nicolo's knee. His lower back ached the longer he stayed still inside Nicolo.
"My dearest treasure," Yusuf murmured. He kissed Nicolo's knee and felt the dampness in his eyes trickle down Nicolo's thigh. "My everything. My Nicolo."
Nicolo squeezed Yusuf's hand again.
"You are big," Nicolo rasped. "But you fit." He grasped Yusuf's hand tighter. "I will not break. You can not break me. We can not be broken. Yusuf...please...I can feel you holding back."
Yusuf nodded against Nicolo's knee. He gripped Nicolo's hand, their combined hands over Nicolo's stomach. His hips rolled back and he carefully pulled out until his head caught the ridged rim. He waited. When Nicolo exhaled, he pushed and found himself sliding into Nicolo, deeper, in a single stroke.
They both moaned. Nicolo's hand spasm in Yusuf's grip. Nicolo's stomach clenched, sinking as get sucked in a steadying breath.
"Oh," Nicolo gasped, almost to himself.
Yusuf did it again and again, slow, swaying deeper into Nicolo, hunched awkwardly so he could continue holding Nicolo's hand while he thrust.
Yusuf was not sure what changed or when. His pace started to quicken, still careful, but the times between his withdrawal and thrust were shorter. Nicolo's belly under their hands, clenched each time Yusuf sank back in.
It was easier to move inside Nicolo now and Yusuf's chest grew heavy at the thought why. The oil slurped loudly as he moved, Nicolo's small noises pitched soft and then loud, louder as Yusuf moved.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
It was not clear who spoke, who cried out so needy, so breathless. Yusuf's ears roared, his heart's pounding drowning out whatever noises he was making with his mouth parted.
Nicolo tugged Yusuf's hand with each thrust. He was not looking at Yusuf now. He has his eyes shut, his face flushed, damp with sweat. He held tight to Yusuf's hand, tighter, a wordless command Yusuf could not disobey.
The bed creaked underneath them. The padding seemed to rise and fall like a stormy ocean. Someone panted loudly. Someone was sobbing pleas.
Yusuf's lower back ached as he thrust harder, deeper, his hand now tugged closer to Nicolo's heart. He clamped his other hand over Nicolo's hip. Each of his thrusts kept pushing Nicolo higher on the bed.
He should slow down. He should say something. He should--Yusuf moaned as Nicolo clenched so hard around him, his cock twitched and something snapped inside him.
He pounded--he should slow down--oh, the hot velvety grip on his cock, the sounds of Nicolo keening against his throat--wait, when had he slumped into Nicolo? It did not matter. He felt the pendent sliding between their damp bodies. Nicolo's right leg slipped off his shoulder and was now wrapped around Yusuf's middle.
Their hands had fumbled apart. Nicolo clutched Yusuf's shoulders as he bucked, pinned between Yusuf and the bed. Yusuf gripped Nicolo's hips to keep Nicolo from jolting away with each thrust and because he needed an anchor, the feel of Nicolo flexing under him tethered him to this life. Yusuf felt like he was wrenched left and right as he piston into Nicolo.
He needed to slow down. Careful. Gentle. His Hob--hobi, hobi, hobi...
Yusuf cried out as Nicolo's heel on his lower back prodded him. Yusuf's knees burned as they dug into the padding. His lower back ached as he struggled between thrusting deeper and slowing down.
But Nicolo would not let him. He tugged Yusuf closer, bending himself in half. He babbled, whimpering, "There, yes, there, Yu--Oh, oh, please..." into Yusuf's ear.
Reason fled. Sense exploded and drowned Yusuf. He thrust. He burrowed deep. He shouted and Nicolo shouted back. And suddenly it was too much and not enough when Yusuf threw his head back, roaring as he came, filling Nicolo, his release flooding his Nicolo and draining out of him.
Nicolo wailed as he followed. He splattered between them, shuddering as Yusuf feverishly continued to thrust and came once more.
Yusuf murmured words that were swallowed up by Nicolo's greedy mouth. He continued to move inside Nicolo, gentler now before Nicolo nudged him back with a violent shudder yet also with a regretful moan.
"You and I," Nicolo mumbled. He curled into Yusuf, his body trembling, his legs tangling with Yusuf's. There was a wet spot under them, Yusuf's release leaked out of Nicolo with each shiver.
"You and I," Yusuf croaked as he pulled Nicolo to him. "Thank you, my heart. Thank you." He hugged Nicolo to him.
"Sleep," Nicolo muttered. He hooked a finger into Yusuf's chain. "Later?" Nicolo sounded sleepy yet hopeful.
"Later," Yusuf agreed. He kissed the top of Nicolo's hair and followed Nicolo to sleep.
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Monday? I need a "Later" Whew. :)