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NEW HERE: Needs of the Other 20E/21
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Part 20E
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(Yusuf)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
Yusuf smoothed a thumb over the pendent around his neck. By now, he could make out the lines Nicolo etched into the smooth plating without looking.
“The sun,” Yusuf read out loud. “The moon.” He kissed the top of Nicolo’s head. “And the stars.”
Nicolo reached over, his fingertips gracing over Yusuf’s thumb. The pendant spun. It was warm from Yusuf’s body. It stayed warm from Nicolo’s heart.
Yusuf curled Nicolo’s fingers and the pendent within a loose fist.
“You are my home, hobi,” Yusuf said, “As I am yours. It does not matter where we go, home is where you are, where I lay down with you.”
Yusuf squeezed Nicolo’s fingers once more before releasing them. Freed, Nicolo’s fingers lingered over his pendent.
“It is the same for me,” Nicolo murmured. “I will miss this house, this land, the people, but it does not matter where we stay.” He lowered his head and let his lips trace around the edges of Yusuf’s clavicle.
Yusuf breathed deep, shivering under Nicolo’s gentle mouth. He cupped the back of Nicolo’s head, guiding him lower.
“You are home, Yusuf,” Nicolo whispered. He kissed a hardening nub, again when Yusuf’s breath stuttered.
“The sun, the moon,” Yusuf moaned. Nicolo rubbed his nose into the space between his pecs, rubbing the tangled mat of chest hair as he had with the pelts Yusuf draped over him. “And the stars we share.”
“You and I,” Nicolo said as he dropped light kisses down to Yusuf’s navel.
“You and I,” Yusuf breathed. He sagged back, lightheaded and yet heavy limbed. He sank into the feather mattress, his hands light on Nicolo’s head. He gasped, short intakes of breath as Nicolo mouthed the ties on his trousers, loosing them with tugs between his teeth.
Yusuf’s cock sprang free, unabashed and flushed as soon as Nicolo parted the flaps of his trousers. Nicolo’s cheek was flushed, no longer pale with the chill. And his mouth was almost unbearably hot when Nicolo swallowed Yusuf down to the root.
“Oh, oh...” Yusuf uttered as the heat of Nicolo’s mouth overtook the warmth from their hearth. Yusuf’s hips rocked up, his cock slipping deeper into the flex and wet of Nicolo’s throat.
Nicolo’s hair fell forward, the tips brushing along the thin skin in the fold of Yusuf’s leg. Nicolo’s mouth was wet and hot as it surrounded Yusuf’s sex, his tongue a rough contrast to the softness of the inside of Nicolo’s mouth.
Yusuf stared up at the ceiling, his breathing ragged as the soft and warm rolling sensations around his cock continued. Nicolo was quiet, his exhales barely making a sound each time he pulled halfway off Yusuf’s cock. His hands framed Yusuf’s hips, his fingers kneading muscle as he suckled.
There was nothing rushed about the way Nicolo’s lips traveled Yusuf’s length. There was a sense of fragility in the way Nicolo hollowed his cheeks around Yusuf’s erection, small wet sounds and gentle touches.
“My home...” Yusuf stuttered, “My h-heart...” He arched, carefully, up into Nicolo’s mouth, into the wet heat of Nicolo’s throat.
Nicolo tipped his eyes up to Yusuf, a blue gray that flickered with such light.
Yusuf whined in his throat when Nicolo pulled away from his cock. Yusuf could not speak as he watched Nicolo crawl up his body, kissing his belly, his sternum, his pendant as he went.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo whispered. His cock was a beautiful weight gliding against Yusuf’s damp cock. He arched, his belly sinking as he rocked along Yusuf’s body. He dropped over Yusuf, trembling as he lay across Yusuf’s middle.
“Anything,” Yusuf promised. He caressed the bony ridge of a pelvis with his knuckles. He palmed a cheek. His stomach clenched, his heart thumping when Nicolo caught his hand and guided it further behind to the swirl of muscle that marked his taint.
Yusuf almost spilled the bottle of oil they keep by the bed on a rope looped over a peg above their heads. Yusuf cursed they did not find another place within better reach. But his grumblings fled as soon as his slicked fingers slipped into Nicolo.
Preparation was slow. Yusuf was painfully hard by the time three fingers worked Nicolo loose. Oil trickled out onto Yusuf’s belly.
Nicolo clenched around Yusuf’s fingers. Again and again. He kept his gaze fixed to Yusuf. He was still silent, only shuddering when Yusuf’s fingers rubbed that place in Nicolo.
"Yusuf," Nicolo whispered. "I feel...strange...greedy...I-I want more, but I do not know-what is this feeling?"
Yusuf twisted his fingers. He abruptly stabbed them deeper.
Nicolo's breath caught. His eyes went heavy with lust.
Ah, Yusuf recognized this. Nicolo's flushed face mirrored something dark and intense that often swirled in the pit of Yusuf's belly. He had ignored it, afraid to give into an instinct that he knew might frighten them both. Nicolo was right: it was a greedy feeling.
Perhaps it was time to indulge.
"Yusuf?" Nicolo rubbed his jaw along Yusuf's chest, his body fidgeting, tempting Yusuf to heed his own hunger instead.
Yusuf's fingers darted deeper, across that spot and oh, how Nicolo looked as he gasped, startled by his own response.
“Perhaps you want to ride me, hobi?” Yusuf rasped as he watched Nicolo ground his flushed length over Yusuf’s stomach while Yusuf explored him so intimately. He quickened his strokes, pressing into Nicolo's body with bruising efficiency.
"This?" Yusuf murmured. "Does this soothe the strange fire that brews in your belly? That brief jolt of pain that turns into something strange and wondrous?"
Nicolo blinked at Yusuf. Yusuf stroked Nicolo’s hole with three fingers now, slipping in and out faster and harder.
“Would you like me to fill you? Would you like to feel like I could never fit and that my cock would reshape you?” Yusuf murmured as he continued to pet the intimate warm places. “Would you like to straddle me, pull my cock into your body as hard and as fast as you please?”
Nicolo’s breath stuttered.
"That is it, is it not?" Yusuf crooned as he moved his fingers apart and watched Nicolo tremble, his head dropping down, his hips rearing back to take Yusuf's fingers deeper.
“Whatever you want, my heart,” Yusuf continued, his voice low, soothing as he watched Nicolo’s mouth go slack with desire. “Would you like me to just lie here, let you wring out what pleasure you desire from me?”
Nicolo pressed his flushed face over Yusuf’s heart.
“It is not greedy. I would like to watch you,” Yusuf whispered, “As you ride me, as fierce and graceful as in battle. Ride me, hobi. I feel so big in you. But you like that, hm? I had moved slow and careful in you because I am so big, but oh, how you cry out when I stop being so gentle.”
“I will not break,” Nicolo said, his breath torture as it skimmed over Yusuf’s skin. His nipple pinched, sharpened under Nicolo’s chin.
“I do not believe it,” Yusuf murmured. “Show me, Nicolo di Genova. Here. I dare you. I am yours to use.”
And oh, how his Nicolo’s eyes flared. A luminous blue gray fire that burned brighter as Nicolo straightened, his hips shifting, his cock leaking beautiful trails onto Yusuf’s belly.
“Oh,” Yusuf moaned as he felt Nicolo’s sacs brushing down his engorged length. He guided his cock, his hands shook so much, into the oil-slicked entrance. Yusuf drew up his knees, his thighs touching Nicolo’s back. Nicolo was sweating, trembling as he hitched up his hips, his exhales short and fluttering as Yusuf cradled his hips and eased him down.
Somehow, Nicolo felt tighter like this, squeezing the head of Yusuf’s cock. But Nicolo’s weight soon pulled him down over Yusuf’s cock. There was a wet pop as the blunt tip breached Nicolo with little resistance. Yusuf wanted to weep as Nicolo’s dark heat surrounded him with such a possessive hold.
“Nicolo,” Yusuf breathed. His hands stayed on Nicolo’s hips, but only to touch, to follow as Nicolo shakily lifted up his hips, a sloppy sound as he then eased down, more, more, until—
“Yusuf,” Nicolo exhaled when Yusuf was completely in. Nicolo’s eyes slid closed, his mouth parted. His legs shook trying to keep him upright. Nicolo’s body shuddered as he struggled to fit around Yusuf’s erection.
Yusuf could only sob. The heat, the grip was too much yet not enough. He would never have enough of Nicolo stretched around him.
But then Nicolo began to move and Yusuf craved more of that.
The pace started slow, cautious. Nicolo’s eyes cracked open, but unseeing as he rocked into Yusuf’s cock and eased out only halfway. Yusuf rubbed Nicolo’s flank, his ankles, the dark tangle of coarse hair between Nicolo’s legs.
Yusuf’s hands flopped to the sides when Nicolo began to pick up speed.
“Oh...Nic—Oh...” Yusuf babbled as Nicolo rolled his hips and bear down. Then Yusuf could say nothing at all as Nicolo slammed down over his cock. Again. Harder. Again. Deeper.
Yusuf blindly gripped Nicolo’s thighs. He swayed, buoyed by the feather mattress, bucking under Nicolo’s feverish movements. The weight of his hobi on him left him dizzy, head spinning as his cock pushed in and slipped out of the tightest sweet heat he has ever known.
“You...Nicolo—my N-n—oh, you are close. Yes, faster, anything you want, show me how you want me to do for you. Forever, f-forever my—“
Yusuf could not bear it anymore. His fingers dug into the firm flesh. He was sure he left bruises as he captured Nicolo as Nicolo bear down and Yusuf surged up at the same time into Nicolo.
They both cried out as their bodies collided, in a connection so deep, Yusuf’s skin felt boiled alive. He was sure they would meld together with the heat pouring out of them. He met each roll of Nicolo’s hips with a thrust that punched out a hoarse, “Yus—“ from his beloved.
Nicolo could not finish saying Yusuf’s name as he bucked, choking as he fought to match each thrust. His cock quivered, weeping all over his and Yusuf’s bellies. He clutched Yusuf’s sides, babbling words in Arabic and lingua as he rode Yusuf’s cock. Those words were incomplete as well.
“I know,” Yusuf gasped. He felt Nicolo clenching around him, tumbling faster towards release before Yusuf. “I k-know, oh, I am almost there...take me where you go. Let me follow—Oh, there, yes, let me hear you, let me taste you...”
Nicolo threw his head back, keening as he tried to hold back his release. He wanted to wait for Yusuf, wait for Yusuf to fill him up, but he was close, closer than Yusuf could chase after.
Yusuf unclamped a hand from Nicolo’s hip. He gripped the base of Nicolo’s cock tight.
“Wait,” Yusuf breathed.
“You and I,” Nicolo stuttered. He trembled. Oh, his beautiful Nicolo, how he tried.
“You and I,” Yusuf agreed, his voice thick as a feeling billowed deep in him, pushing out.
That feeling crashed over Yusuf, ripping a shout from him. He surged up, his hips off the bed as he came, letting go to reach for Nicolo.
Nicolo clutched Yusuf’s searching hand. He came as well, with a cry that sounded like Yusuf’s name and everything else. He sobbed, still uttering incomplete words as Yusuf took over, thrusting up into Nicolo until Nicolo came again. Yusuf could roll Nicolo over, plow into Nicolo again and again, howling as he filled his beloved until he leaked simply from breathing.
But the need to curl Nicolo to him, tuck him close, over his pendant was greater. Yusuf prodded Nicolo after the other collapsed gasping over him, until Nicolo was tucked within Yusuf’s hold.
Despite Nicolo’s dazed and spent state, he somehow knew Yusuf was not done. Weak hands cradled Yusuf’s damp cock. They held Yusuf as he groaned, thrusting into the circle of Nicolo’s grasp.
“You and I. Your sun. My moon,” Yusuf whimpered. He came all over Nicolo’s hands. He leaned in to chase Nicolo’s exhales.
“Our stars,” Nicolo panted as Yusuf devoured.
“Our home,” Yusuf agreed as he rubbed damp hands all over. He felt greedy, unsated by his thirst to touch and taste. “You and I are home. No matter where we go.”
“You and I,” Nicolo gasped, like a promise, like a wonderful vow.
Yusuf pulled Nicolo close.
“You and I,” Yusuf rasped as he kept Nicolo close to his heart.
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Final part starting tomorrow. And then hopefully, I can post cleaned up parts on AO3 after Boxing Day.
I'm feeling weepy. Send me prompts later! Would love to keep hearing from you all after this!
Re: NEW HERE: Needs of the Other 20E/21