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NEW HERE: Needs of the Other 18A/20
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Part 18A
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(Nicolo)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
“Do not move.”
Nicolo froze. He held his breath. His back felt cold, the arms around him were absent. The blanket pulled over his head was now gathered in thick folds under his bare legs.
Yusuf’s whisper was behind him, low and thick as if he had only roused from sleep. Which itself was odd; Nicolo often woke up first.
“What is it?” Nicolo said, staying still. His eyes flitted to their doorway.
There was nothing at the doorway, but it did not mean a threat did not exist. Nicolo was acutely aware of his undress. Yusuf tried his best to devour Nicolo right there on the grass last night. Nicolo thought Yusuf drained him of every drop. But after their true evening meal, Yusuf declared he was still famished and...well...their clothing were...somewhere.
But it also meant they were now vulnerable, exposed in every sense of the way like this. And their swords were—
“Ah,” Yusuf rasped. Suddenly, his hand dropped on Nicolo’s right ankle.
“I did not mean to alarm you,” Yusuf said. His thumb smoothed over Nicolo’s ankle bone. “I, I woke up early and, I mean...”
Nicolo did not pull his foot away from Yusuf’s grasp. He carefully rolled onto his back. He resisted pulling his hands down to cover himself when he caught the strain crinkling the corners of Yusuf’s eyes.
“Bad dream?” Nicolo murmured. He raised his other foot and brushed it over Yusuf’s knee.
Yusuf sat cross-legged by Nicolo’s feet, his hair a fray from his hands running through it. He kept Nicolo’s foot in his hands, stroking the top to the ankle with his thumb.
With a sigh, Yusuf murmured little sounds that sounded like they could have been words. He studied Nicolo's foot, playfully tweaked the smallest toe, chuckling when Nicolo's foot twitched in response.
Nicolo studied Yusuf and the way his mouth curled up at the corners, then down and then back up again as if Yusuf could not decide if he wanted to smile or not.
"You are still too thin," Yusuf muttered. He palmed Nicolo's ankle. "I would think I have starved you had I not seen you eat the second bowl of grain last night."
"It was one of your better imaginative cooking attempts," Nicolo replied. His eyes swept across Yusuf's shoulders and the slight slump. "I did not have an urge to feed it to our hens instead."
"Ha," Yusuf shot back. It was a weak retort; his mouth did not fully turn up.
"Yusuf," Nicolo whispered. He tapped Yusuf's knee with his other foot again. "What troubles you? The dream?"
“A small one,” Yusuf murmured. “I did not have the heart to wake you. Many times, dreams disturb your sleep not mine.” He gazed at Nicolo, his weary eyes lingering on Nicolo's face.
"It does make my heart light to see you sleep with such peace and content. I loathed the thought of destroying it."
“There is no peace if I wake to see you in such shadow,” Nicolo said, drowsy, lulled by the feather soft strokes on his foot. “What was your dream about?”
“I do not recall. Truly, it is not a lie,” Yusuf dismissed it. “But I woke up with the desperate urge to see you even though I was gifted with you warm in my embrace.”
Yusuf shrugged.
"I can not explain it. It felt like you were a mirage and would be taken from me. I needed to see you. All of you."
Nicolo considered Yusuf.
"It is not a small dream if it leaves you this anxious." Nicolo started to sit up, but a flash of panic on Yusuf's expression stilled him. He settled back on their bed and sleepily watched Yusuf cradle Nicolo's foot.
"Does Hedi's men worry you?" Nicolo studied Yusuf as he grimaced. "It has been a few days. Perhaps I was wrong and the village truly is safe."
Yusuf grunted.
"If not," Nicolo continued. "We are there."
"We are but only two, Nicolo," Yusuf reminded Nicolo. "Two watching over a village of almost a hundred souls, not counting the young."
Nicolo's throat worked. "You think we may not be enough?"
"I think we should plan for the worse." Yusuf's eyes clouded over. "You and I both know even with the best plans, a city can still fall."
Nicolo dropped his head back. He nodded.
Yusuf exhaled. "I did not mean--"
"No," Nicolo murmured. "What you say hold truth. In all our years, we have seen how the tide of violence can destroy so much with so little effort. You are right. We need to prepare for the worse."
"And we will, you and I," Yusuf assured Nicolo. He patted Nicolo's ankle. "Seeing you like this always inspires me. Seeing you gives me life"
"Once more, not a lie," Nicolo commented dryly. He stared meaningfully at the dark nest shadowed between Yusuf’s legs. Yusuf's cock jutted up proudly. "Does this mean I need not bother to make food to break fast over?"
“You would think,” Yusuf snorted, “I have my fill of you last night, but watching you sleep, my hunger returns.”
Yusuf's expression still bore shadows that hurt to see.
Thinking quickly, Nicolo drew up one leg and noted Yusuf's eyes following up to his groin.
“I always have the urge to see you as well,” Nicolo murmured. He curled a loose hand over his cock and gave it a slow stroke.
Yusuf hummed. His eyes narrowed and a smile slowly formed.
It was Nicolo’s only warning before Yusuf yanked him closer by his foot.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo huffed as Yusuf tugged Nicolo over his lap. He began enthusiastically kissing Nicolo’s throat.
Nicolo stretched his neck as he squirmed to seat fully on Yusuf's lap. He twisted, his stirring cock brushing over the firm planes of Yusuf's stomach.
Yusuf groaned into the crook of Nicolo’s shoulder. He surged up, his erection lining up with Nicolo’s cock.
Nicolo shuddered. He twisted, straddling Yusuf’s hips. He nudged Yusuf onto his back.
“Ah, my Nicolo,” Yusuf breathed. His eyes shone as he watched Nicolo rearranged himself until Yusuf’s cock tapped Nicolo’s cheeks.
“Nicolo,” Yusuf groaned as Nicolo rocked back into Yusuf’s erection. Nicolo reached behind himself. Nicolo guided Yusuf’s cock between his cheeks, flushing as he imagined how he must look.
Whatever embarrassment Nicolo would have felt fled after Yusuf gave a guttural groan. Yusuf’s hips jerked up.
“What spell did you cast on me? Why can I not get enough of you?” Yusuf moaned. He gripped Nicolo’s hips, holding him still as he rutted up into the cheeks, his erection rubbing over Nicolo’s taint again and again.
That hot, too big feeling sat within Nicolo again. He whimpered, rocking back as much as he could into Yusuf’s thrusts. He could feel the velvety sacs brushing under his. It was so much, too much, yet not enough.
“Sh,” Yusuf hushed when Nicolo choked. “Soon. I will get lost inside you, fill you until you spill, oh my heart, my Nicolo, I hope never to forget how you look right now and how you will look then. Hobi, do not stay quiet. Let me hear you. Let me hear my Nicolo...”
It was like Yusuf was an Arabian stallion between Nicolo’s legs. Powerful and thrumming with strength, bucking into Nicolo unchallenged, tearing across the desert, pounding...pounding...
“Yusuf,” Nicolo groaned. He clutched Yusuf’s arms that stretched towards his hips. He felt bruised, aching, burning between his legs, his cock bobbing frantically as he rode Yusuf.
“Let me hear you,” Yusuf breathed. His hips snapped up, his cock striking over Nicolo’s entrance with all the surety of a sword.
“Ah, ah!” Nicolo cried out. He barely held on.
Yusuf thrust, his hips rising off their bed, the strength of his torso lifting Nicolo, bouncing Nicolo while his hands held Nicolo steady.
Yusuf groaned as he came, his release burning hot as it dribbled between Nicolo’s cheeks. Yusuf weakly thrust again, each stroke stronger as he regained his strength. He kept Nicolo over his body, his cock still not spent and still trying to conquer Nicolo.
Fingers dug into the meat of Nicolo’s hips. Nicolo’s thighs burned trying to stay straddled, spread too wide over Yusuf’s torso. Nicolo slumped forward, panting as his forehead rested on Yusuf's chest. He bear down each time Yusuf bucked up. His entrance fluttered, convulsed. He ached.
"Yusuf," Nicolo groaned. "This feeling...please..."
The pace was a blur, bodies crashing against each other in a tangle of damp skin and limbs.
Nicolo heard himself, heard his words spilling out faster, louder, drowning out Yusuf's urging as he let loose the need, want, the absolute desperation to have all of Yusuf, give all to Yusuf and lock each other into a primal connection that nothing could break, even death itself.
"Nicolo," Yusuf sobbed, his fingers leaving bruises that promise ecstasy, not pain. "I love you. My beautiful Nicolo, my everything--I love you."
Nicolo moaned as he came, spilling across Yusuf's chest, splattering Yusuf's beard with his release and his own "I love yous" tumbling out of his lips. He heard himself whimpering, thrashing in both body and mind as he gave into the haze of blinding light behind his eyes.
"Each time, it feels like I am going blind," Nicolo gasped. He kissed Yusuf's chin.
"If so, I am glad my last sight will be your face."
Yusuf growled, a hand moving around to Nicolo's damp taint. A finger probed, entered and possessed.
"Oh," Nicolo whimpered. "Yus--Oh...please...more..."
One became two. Nicolo rode the fingers, growing dizzy as he felt a storm growing inside his chest, forcing his air out into small needy sounds. He keened, felt his erection renew as the third finger slipped in.
He was full. But he also felt empty. Nicolo cried, unsure why, pleading over Yusuf's "Soon, soon..." until the fourth finger pushed through.
Nicolo's breath stuttered at the stretch. He clenched around the fingers, gasping as he rutted into Yusuf's groin and thought of how thick Yusuf's cock was compared to Yusuf's fingers inside him.
"Hobi," Yusuf choked. He sounded destroyed. "Look at you. Oh, look at you..."
Nicolo squeezed Yusuf's arms. It felt like he could break bone. Was this how Yusuf felt last night? Falling into a never-ending hot pit of hunger, starved for more, the ache gnawing in his belly for more. The urge to be gentle, to be careful, to not hurt was swept away as if flayed apart in a sandstorm.
All that remained was this need. Nothing else remained. Nothing else mattered.
"Do you feel it? How it rises to fill every part of you? This need? Let me hear you," Yusuf rasped. "I feel you against me. I need to hear you. Louder, hobi. Deafen my ears until all I hear is you."
Yusuf's fingers thrust, deeper, so large, so full, taking over every part of Nicolo. They piston in, thick and forceful as if pushing that storm up Nicolo's chest, up his throat, until...
Nicolo wailed, tears down his face as it felt like his second release was wrenched out from within. It rang, drowning own Yusuf's shout as their cocks spilled together, adding to Nicolo's claim all over Yusuf's chest. Their seed mingled and smeared across both their bodies. When Nicolo collapsed over Yusuf, Yusuf wrapped arms and legs tight around Nicolo and white fluid dribbled out between their bodies.
Nicolo panted, curled on top of Yusuf, spent, too hot and absolutely content to stay there forever.
"I think they heard you in the village," Yusuf murmured. He kissed the top of Nicolo's head. His fingers leisurely stroked inside Nicolo until it was too much and left Nicolo feeling too big for his shrinking skin. But when Yusuf's fingers slipped out one by one, it left him a worse feeling.
"I know," Yusuf kissed Nicolo's brow when a whine creaked out at the loss. "My heart, my all, I feel the loss of your warmth as keenly."
Nicolo breathed slowly against Yusuf's chest. The smell of musk and sweat was strong yet his limbs refused to move.
"We should go to the village," Nicolo mumbled. "Do you think we can teach the hens to pull a cart? I do not think I can move."
Yusuf chuckled against Nicolo's hair.
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Picking up self from car to trudge back inside for next shift. Sorry for the hasty part. More tomorrow!
Re: NEW HERE: Needs of the Other 18A/20
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Hoping to post in a few hours during Zoom class. Shhhh. It's fine. Just reviewing for tests before they virtually release us for US Thanksgiving. Whee!
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