Nicolo exhaled as that fullness left him. He felt oddly abandoned despite the fact the cock stretched him again a scant moment later.
Yusuf’s hands cradled his hips, his thumbs doing inexplicably wonderful things into his skin. They made his knees braced against Yusuf’s sides twitch so hard, he worried he would crack a rib.
Nicolo would ask if Yusuf was drawing on his skin, but then Yusuf’s cock slipped in deeper and—
“There,” Nicolo groaned. He arched into the next thrust. He learned it made each stroke feel more...just more. It also made Yusuf make that sound.
“Here?” Yusuf growled, half purred. He gripped Nicolo’s hips tighter. He rumbled, a low rolling hum that seemed to come from his belly.
Yes, that sound.
Nicolo keened, his hands reaching to find Yusuf as Yusuf snapped his hips forward in a one-two stroke that lanced across that spot deep within and sent bolts rippling throughout all Nicolo’s limbs.
“Ye—ah, ah, y-yes, th—Yusuf...”
Nicolo tried to tell Yusuf that was the spot, but each time, his breath was stolen by another moment of fullness and sparks that overtook his thoughts. His knees jerked, his body jolting off the bed as Yusuf started to pick up speed again.
The house smelled of the figs they stewed and the oil they smeared on their bodies. The space was still warm from the sun that hung high above their roof. The air was dry, taking away the sweat and left their skin sticky and tight.
After a brief respite, Yusuf and Nicolo had eaten the figs smeared on warm bread. It was meant for the afternoon and now they consumed as an evening meal. They fed each other the sweet remains when there was no more bread to be had. They drank water, cleaned each other with a wet rag, put out feed for their animals and then tumbled back into bed, laughing and giggling like they were children.
The second time was slower, almost meditative. They touched each other with careful hands. It was as if it was the first time: learning their bodies and all the intimate places they could now touch. When Yusuf entered Nicolo, he slipped into place. They swayed together, Nicolo’s legs splayed wide as Yusuf leaned in, kissing him in-between strokes, spilling into Nicolo again and again until Nicolo felt full even when Yusuf’s cock left him.
But right now, in the golden light of a sun starting to rise, their pace turned desperate again. Nicolo had woken up to Yusuf sleepily gazing at him from above, his head propped up with a fist, his other hand lazily pulling his own cock, dripping spots of white between them on the bed.
No words were needed. Nicolo reached for Yusuf and soon they grappled each other, huffing, eyes bright and mouths curved.
It felt inevitable. It felt like it was natural for Yusuf to spread the rest of the oil onto his fingers and cock. When Yusuf’s cock pushed back into Nicolo, Nicolo’s body welcomed Yusuf with only a twinge over the stretch. And Yusuf rocked into Nicolo, his hand caressing Nicolo’s sex into aching fullness.
When Yusuf came and Nicolo followed, it felt like destiny.
“Hobi...” Yusuf groaned, signaling he was once again tumbling into that fevered pace he could not control and Nicolo craved.
Nicolo’s knees squeezed Yusuf in reply. He moaned as Yusuf tugged Nicolo into his thrusts, his fingers leaving bruises on his hips that faded regretfully too soon.
There. Right there. Yusuf found that intimate unseen spot inside Nicolo again. Yusuf again felt large, stretching Nicolo just to the edge of uncomfortable, locking deep inside. Nicolo found himself rocking helplessly along with Yusuf, their bodies linked and moving as one.
“Ah!” Nicolo cried out as one stroke scraped him along the mattress before his knees clamped against Yusuf so he would not be pulled off from Yusuf’s cock.
Yusuf petted Nicolo’s erection in apology and slammed harder into Nicolo as compensation. His eyes were glazed over, his cheeks red with exertion. Sweat and Nicolo’s head at night has flattened the chest hair into a matted mess.
“Nicolo, my Nicolo, I can not stop, oh, oh, you feel glorious, I can be lost in you forever—Nicolo, my heart...”
The mattress rubbed raw patches along Nicolo’s back and buttocks, stinging and healing as Nicolo was pulled across the bed by Yusuf’s cock. He panted, no longer caring how he must look arching and hands flailing to touch, his cock bouncing against his belly.
Morning has crept into the house despite the covered window. And the air warmed, promising a good day. The light cast strips of shadows around Yusuf and across Nicolo’s heaving belly.
Yusuf pulled Nicolo up until Nicolo was now shuddering and bucking over Yusuf’s lap. Nicolo straddled Yusuf’s thighs and grunted as Yusuf steered him onto his cock.
The pace matched their ragged breathing, the forceful thrusts matched the hard thumping of their hearts.
“Oh...uh, uh, I-I...”
Nicolo forgot what he was going to say as Yusuf drew him closer, hugging him chest to chest. Yusuf reached around, splayed a hand on Nicolo’s lower back. The other around Nicolo’s shoulders. Yusuf kept him close, close enough Nicolo saw the lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes as he thrust up into Nicolo.
Nicolo keened. The changed angle struck something deep again and again without fail. Nicolo clung to Yusuf's shoulders as he rode Yusuf’s cock, up and down over Yusuf’s lap.
The coiling of cold heat wrenched soft, broken sounds from Nicolo’s throat. He sagged forward, into Yusuf’s embrace and rode Yusuf’s erection. It seemed endless. Nicolo’s legs ached as he struggled to bear down each time as Yusuf tugged Nicolo over his erection.
Nicolo dropped his forehead into Yusuf’s shoulder. Nicolo’s lower back spasm as he fought to stay on top of Yusuf’s lap. He slipped his arms around Yusuf’s torso. He felt Yusuf's chest heaving against him.
“Yu...Yusuf,” Nicolo whimpered.
Yusuf’s hand around Nicolo’s shoulders went up to tangle into Nicolo’s hair, gently tugging until Nicolo bared his neck.
The growl against Nicolo’s throat vibrated down to shiver violently in the pit of Nicolo’s stomach. Yusuf sucked hard, scraping teeth over Nicolo’s jugular.
Mine, Yusuf said in a kiss, his lips pressing hard into Nicolo’s neck.
Mine, the hot bloom of a bruise said. Heat flared on Nicolo’s neck.
The mark must have already faded because Yusuf uttered a forlorn sound and rubbed his nose over the spot. Nicolo hugged Yusuf tighter, clenched around his cock and kissed Yusuf’s beard over and over when Yusuf came. Nicolo felt the warm gush flooding into him. The thick release almost felt like a punch. It pushed out Nicolo’s release to spill between their bodies soon after.
Yusuf sighed, his hand on Nicolo’s hair gentling to match the slowing strokes into Nicolo’s body. He nosed Nicolo’s throat, over that spot again and again.
“Hobi,” Yusuf murmured. The pendant he wore tapped lightly on Nicolo’s sternum when he huddled closer.
Nicolo felt lightheaded with the rush of feeling he felt as Yusuf continued to pet his hair and thrust shallowly up into him, his hand stroking Nicolo’s back.
“All right,” Nicolo whispered into Yusuf’s ear. He ached, his skin too tight, too sensitive, but he would not deny Yusuf this.
Nicolo rested the side of his head against Yusuf’s beard. He drew up his hands and cradled the back of Yusuf’s head.
Stay, Nicolo’s hands said as they followed the shape of Yusuf’s head. Nicolo weakly clenched around Yusuf’s cock, still half-hard inside him.
Yusuf kissed Nicolo’s throat, a different spot, and swayed up into Nicolo, sighing as he came once more. His thighs flexed under Nicolo as warm fluid trickled out of Nicolo’s hole with each thrust. It dribbled down Nicolo’s inner thighs and over Yusuf’s lap.
Nicolo kept Yusuf close for as long as he could, murmuring wordless sounds to Yusuf’s sighs against his throat. But Yusuf sensed how raw Nicolo started feeling. He curled him arm around Nicolo’s shoulders, the other under Nicolo’s left knee.
Carefully, his brown eyes on Nicolo, Yusuf eased Nicolo onto the bed as he slipped out. Yusuf echoed the sigh Nicolo let escape.
“I...” Yusuf tried. He shook his head. He settled halfway over Nicolo. His lax cock was damp and rested in the fold of Nicolo’s hip. Yusuf turned his head. This time he was listening, his ear seeking Nicolo’s heartbeat. He smoothed a hand down Nicolo’s arm.
“Have patience with me,” Yusuf suddenly murmured, He rubbed his beard across Nicolo’s chest. He sighed when Nicolo slipped a hand into his curls again.
“Patience,” Nicolo rasped as he felt a curl and watched it spring up into a dark ribbon in Yusuf’s hair.
“It is a virtue I seem to lack with you,” Nicolo mused out loud. “The moment you touch me, I find myself greedy for more and now.”
Yusuf chuckled. He kissed the middle of Nicolo’s chest.
“The same,” Yusuf rumbled. He rested a hand above Nicolo’s navel.
“Listen to us,” Nicolo noted. He blinked heavy-lidded. Yusuf rubbed soothing circles on his stomach.
“For once you have the pretty words,” Yusuf continued, “And all I could think of was ‘The same’.” He dipped a fingertip into Nicolo’s navel and massaged the edges.
Oh, that felt nice. Nicolo squirmed.
“But still, I ask for patience,” Yusuf whispered. “I have yet to find a word that truly tells the world how I feel about you."
Nicolo absently ran his fingers through Yusuf's hair.
"I do not need words. I know." Nicolo mumbled. He blinked in surprise. How was he this tired so soon? He has yet to rise from their bed.
"A poem," Yusuf went on drowsily. "A speech? One word is too little, hobi. Perhaps an epic. I once heard of a Greek man who wrote a tale about another man and his travels. The name escaped me, but I know I will find it one day."
Nicolo made a face. "I do not need a poem."
"A short one?" Yusuf suggested. He kissed Nicolo's sternum, his hand moving lower to rub into the dark hairs of his groin.
"A homage," Yusuf said, his voice sinking lower. Nicolo shivered at Yusuf's words.
"Yes," Yusuf went on, "perhaps a few verses are better suited. A tale on your wondrous coc--"
Yusuf snickered when Nicolo growled, "No, absolutely not!" He tossed out even more appalling suggestions while Nicolo tried to nudge him away. Nicolo failed, though. He was laughing too hard.
Smirking, crawling slowly until he hung over Nicolo, held up by his knees and elbows, Yusuf's nose bumped Nicolo's. He smiled down, his cheeks red above the line of his beard. The pendant spun between them.
"Yusuf," Nicolo murmured. "I do not need it."
"Not even an inscription about your eyes and how my cock fills upon--"
Nicolo lightly punched Yusuf in the arm. Yusuf gasped, making an unconvincing wounded sound.
"No poetry about my...no, just no." Nicolo flushed. He looked up at Yusuf over him. He reached up, his fingers tracing the line of Yusuf's beard on his jaw.
"All I need and want is you," Nicolo breathed. He wished his voice was steadier. "Search all you want for the right word, Yusuf. But I do not need to hear it. I know."
Yusuf gazed down at Nicolo. His smile grew smaller, but fonder, in a way his eyes glinted with unshed tears.
"How about 'You and I,' my heart?" Yusuf rasped.
"Sounds perfect," Nicolo replied and pulled Yusuf down towards him. ---------------------------------- I'm tempted to write five more chapters of soft sexy boys, but writing them is like a potato chip. Can't just have one. LOL.
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NEW HERE: Needs of the Other 20A/20
Date: 2020-11-30 08:25 pm (UTC)———————————————-
Part 20A
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(Nicolo)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
It was like no other.
Nicolo exhaled as that fullness left him. He felt oddly abandoned despite the fact the cock stretched him again a scant moment later.
Yusuf’s hands cradled his hips, his thumbs doing inexplicably wonderful things into his skin. They made his knees braced against Yusuf’s sides twitch so hard, he worried he would crack a rib.
Nicolo would ask if Yusuf was drawing on his skin, but then Yusuf’s cock slipped in deeper and—
“There,” Nicolo groaned. He arched into the next thrust. He learned it made each stroke feel more...just more. It also made Yusuf make that sound.
“Here?” Yusuf growled, half purred. He gripped Nicolo’s hips tighter. He rumbled, a low rolling hum that seemed to come from his belly.
Yes, that sound.
Nicolo keened, his hands reaching to find Yusuf as Yusuf snapped his hips forward in a one-two stroke that lanced across that spot deep within and sent bolts rippling throughout all Nicolo’s limbs.
“Ye—ah, ah, y-yes, th—Yusuf...”
Nicolo tried to tell Yusuf that was the spot, but each time, his breath was stolen by another moment of fullness and sparks that overtook his thoughts. His knees jerked, his body jolting off the bed as Yusuf started to pick up speed again.
The house smelled of the figs they stewed and the oil they smeared on their bodies. The space was still warm from the sun that hung high above their roof. The air was dry, taking away the sweat and left their skin sticky and tight.
After a brief respite, Yusuf and Nicolo had eaten the figs smeared on warm bread. It was meant for the afternoon and now they consumed as an evening meal. They fed each other the sweet remains when there was no more bread to be had. They drank water, cleaned each other with a wet rag, put out feed for their animals and then tumbled back into bed, laughing and giggling like they were children.
The second time was slower, almost meditative. They touched each other with careful hands. It was as if it was the first time: learning their bodies and all the intimate places they could now touch. When Yusuf entered Nicolo, he slipped into place. They swayed together, Nicolo’s legs splayed wide as Yusuf leaned in, kissing him in-between strokes, spilling into Nicolo again and again until Nicolo felt full even when Yusuf’s cock left him.
But right now, in the golden light of a sun starting to rise, their pace turned desperate again. Nicolo had woken up to Yusuf sleepily gazing at him from above, his head propped up with a fist, his other hand lazily pulling his own cock, dripping spots of white between them on the bed.
No words were needed. Nicolo reached for Yusuf and soon they grappled each other, huffing, eyes bright and mouths curved.
It felt inevitable. It felt like it was natural for Yusuf to spread the rest of the oil onto his fingers and cock. When Yusuf’s cock pushed back into Nicolo, Nicolo’s body welcomed Yusuf with only a twinge over the stretch. And Yusuf rocked into Nicolo, his hand caressing Nicolo’s sex into aching fullness.
When Yusuf came and Nicolo followed, it felt like destiny.
“Hobi...” Yusuf groaned, signaling he was once again tumbling into that fevered pace he could not control and Nicolo craved.
Nicolo’s knees squeezed Yusuf in reply. He moaned as Yusuf tugged Nicolo into his thrusts, his fingers leaving bruises on his hips that faded regretfully too soon.
There. Right there. Yusuf found that intimate unseen spot inside Nicolo again. Yusuf again felt large, stretching Nicolo just to the edge of uncomfortable, locking deep inside. Nicolo found himself rocking helplessly along with Yusuf, their bodies linked and moving as one.
“Ah!” Nicolo cried out as one stroke scraped him along the mattress before his knees clamped against Yusuf so he would not be pulled off from Yusuf’s cock.
Yusuf petted Nicolo’s erection in apology and slammed harder into Nicolo as compensation. His eyes were glazed over, his cheeks red with exertion. Sweat and Nicolo’s head at night has flattened the chest hair into a matted mess.
“Nicolo, my Nicolo, I can not stop, oh, oh, you feel glorious, I can be lost in you forever—Nicolo, my heart...”
The mattress rubbed raw patches along Nicolo’s back and buttocks, stinging and healing as Nicolo was pulled across the bed by Yusuf’s cock. He panted, no longer caring how he must look arching and hands flailing to touch, his cock bouncing against his belly.
Morning has crept into the house despite the covered window. And the air warmed, promising a good day. The light cast strips of shadows around Yusuf and across Nicolo’s heaving belly.
Yusuf pulled Nicolo up until Nicolo was now shuddering and bucking over Yusuf’s lap. Nicolo straddled Yusuf’s thighs and grunted as Yusuf steered him onto his cock.
The pace matched their ragged breathing, the forceful thrusts matched the hard thumping of their hearts.
“Oh...uh, uh, I-I...”
Nicolo forgot what he was going to say as Yusuf drew him closer, hugging him chest to chest. Yusuf reached around, splayed a hand on Nicolo’s lower back. The other around Nicolo’s shoulders. Yusuf kept him close, close enough Nicolo saw the lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes as he thrust up into Nicolo.
Nicolo keened. The changed angle struck something deep again and again without fail. Nicolo clung to Yusuf's shoulders as he rode Yusuf’s cock, up and down over Yusuf’s lap.
The coiling of cold heat wrenched soft, broken sounds from Nicolo’s throat. He sagged forward, into Yusuf’s embrace and rode Yusuf’s erection. It seemed endless. Nicolo’s legs ached as he struggled to bear down each time as Yusuf tugged Nicolo over his erection.
Nicolo dropped his forehead into Yusuf’s shoulder. Nicolo’s lower back spasm as he fought to stay on top of Yusuf’s lap. He slipped his arms around Yusuf’s torso. He felt Yusuf's chest heaving against him.
“Yu...Yusuf,” Nicolo whimpered.
Yusuf’s hand around Nicolo’s shoulders went up to tangle into Nicolo’s hair, gently tugging until Nicolo bared his neck.
The growl against Nicolo’s throat vibrated down to shiver violently in the pit of Nicolo’s stomach. Yusuf sucked hard, scraping teeth over Nicolo’s jugular.
Mine, Yusuf said in a kiss, his lips pressing hard into Nicolo’s neck.
Mine, the hot bloom of a bruise said. Heat flared on Nicolo’s neck.
The mark must have already faded because Yusuf uttered a forlorn sound and rubbed his nose over the spot. Nicolo hugged Yusuf tighter, clenched around his cock and kissed Yusuf’s beard over and over when Yusuf came. Nicolo felt the warm gush flooding into him. The thick release almost felt like a punch. It pushed out Nicolo’s release to spill between their bodies soon after.
Yusuf sighed, his hand on Nicolo’s hair gentling to match the slowing strokes into Nicolo’s body. He nosed Nicolo’s throat, over that spot again and again.
“Hobi,” Yusuf murmured. The pendant he wore tapped lightly on Nicolo’s sternum when he huddled closer.
Nicolo felt lightheaded with the rush of feeling he felt as Yusuf continued to pet his hair and thrust shallowly up into him, his hand stroking Nicolo’s back.
“All right,” Nicolo whispered into Yusuf’s ear. He ached, his skin too tight, too sensitive, but he would not deny Yusuf this.
Nicolo rested the side of his head against Yusuf’s beard. He drew up his hands and cradled the back of Yusuf’s head.
Stay, Nicolo’s hands said as they followed the shape of Yusuf’s head. Nicolo weakly clenched around Yusuf’s cock, still half-hard inside him.
Yusuf kissed Nicolo’s throat, a different spot, and swayed up into Nicolo, sighing as he came once more. His thighs flexed under Nicolo as warm fluid trickled out of Nicolo’s hole with each thrust. It dribbled down Nicolo’s inner thighs and over Yusuf’s lap.
Nicolo kept Yusuf close for as long as he could, murmuring wordless sounds to Yusuf’s sighs against his throat. But Yusuf sensed how raw Nicolo started feeling. He curled him arm around Nicolo’s shoulders, the other under Nicolo’s left knee.
Carefully, his brown eyes on Nicolo, Yusuf eased Nicolo onto the bed as he slipped out. Yusuf echoed the sigh Nicolo let escape.
“I...” Yusuf tried. He shook his head. He settled halfway over Nicolo. His lax cock was damp and rested in the fold of Nicolo’s hip. Yusuf turned his head. This time he was listening, his ear seeking Nicolo’s heartbeat. He smoothed a hand down Nicolo’s arm.
“Have patience with me,” Yusuf suddenly murmured, He rubbed his beard across Nicolo’s chest. He sighed when Nicolo slipped a hand into his curls again.
“Patience,” Nicolo rasped as he felt a curl and watched it spring up into a dark ribbon in Yusuf’s hair.
“It is a virtue I seem to lack with you,” Nicolo mused out loud. “The moment you touch me, I find myself greedy for more and now.”
Yusuf chuckled. He kissed the middle of Nicolo’s chest.
“The same,” Yusuf rumbled. He rested a hand above Nicolo’s navel.
“Listen to us,” Nicolo noted. He blinked heavy-lidded. Yusuf rubbed soothing circles on his stomach.
“For once you have the pretty words,” Yusuf continued, “And all I could think of was ‘The same’.” He dipped a fingertip into Nicolo’s navel and massaged the edges.
Oh, that felt nice. Nicolo squirmed.
“But still, I ask for patience,” Yusuf whispered. “I have yet to find a word that truly tells the world how I feel about you."
Nicolo absently ran his fingers through Yusuf's hair.
"I do not need words. I know." Nicolo mumbled. He blinked in surprise. How was he this tired so soon? He has yet to rise from their bed.
"A poem," Yusuf went on drowsily. "A speech? One word is too little, hobi. Perhaps an epic. I once heard of a Greek man who wrote a tale about another man and his travels. The name escaped me, but I know I will find it one day."
Nicolo made a face. "I do not need a poem."
"A short one?" Yusuf suggested. He kissed Nicolo's sternum, his hand moving lower to rub into the dark hairs of his groin.
"A homage," Yusuf said, his voice sinking lower. Nicolo shivered at Yusuf's words.
"Yes," Yusuf went on, "perhaps a few verses are better suited. A tale on your wondrous coc--"
Yusuf snickered when Nicolo growled, "No, absolutely not!" He tossed out even more appalling suggestions while Nicolo tried to nudge him away. Nicolo failed, though. He was laughing too hard.
Smirking, crawling slowly until he hung over Nicolo, held up by his knees and elbows, Yusuf's nose bumped Nicolo's. He smiled down, his cheeks red above the line of his beard. The pendant spun between them.
"Yusuf," Nicolo murmured. "I do not need it."
"Not even an inscription about your eyes and how my cock fills upon--"
Nicolo lightly punched Yusuf in the arm. Yusuf gasped, making an unconvincing wounded sound.
"No poetry about my...no, just no." Nicolo flushed. He looked up at Yusuf over him. He reached up, his fingers tracing the line of Yusuf's beard on his jaw.
"All I need and want is you," Nicolo breathed. He wished his voice was steadier. "Search all you want for the right word, Yusuf. But I do not need to hear it. I know."
Yusuf gazed down at Nicolo. His smile grew smaller, but fonder, in a way his eyes glinted with unshed tears.
"How about 'You and I,' my heart?" Yusuf rasped.
"Sounds perfect," Nicolo replied and pulled Yusuf down towards him.
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I'm tempted to write five more chapters of soft sexy boys, but writing them is like a potato chip. Can't just have one. LOL.
More tomorrow!