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NEW HERE: Needs of the Other 21A/21
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Part 21A
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(Nicolo)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
A hand brushed back hair from his eyes. Gentle, not to wake him, but the touch woke him regardless.
“Ah,” Yusuf murmured. He sounded a little sad. “I did not mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”
The smell of burnt ash and grass, however, lifted the rest of the hazy peace that surrounded Nicolo. He blinked as he rolled onto his back.
“Must you draw me every morning?” Nicolo mumbled. For once, lethargy lingered in his limbs. The soreness of their night was gone, but the heavy weight of warmth and Yusuf’s touch still clung to Nicolo’s skin.
Yusuf brushed back a lock of hair that always curled under Nicolo’s nose. It was too short to put behind his ear, but long enough to irritate Nicolo’s eyes and nose.
“Every morning, you gift me with a new look. How could I not draw it and commit it to my memory?”
Nicolo squinted one eye up at Yusuf as he rubbed sleep away from the other. Yusuf balanced the bound book on his nude lap, his fingers were smudged with charcoal again.
“I am but one man. How many new looks could I possibly offer?” Nicolo grimaced to himself. There were spots of soot all over the mattress again. Nicolo loathed to admit how much it distressed him. Yusuf teased him often by how much Nicolo secretly enjoyed how the plush mattress felt against his back.
“Many,” Yusuf crooned. He set aside his book, the charcoal tucked back into the small bag Nicolo made from a shirt that was beyond repair.
“How you look sleeping under the sun, under shadow, under the moon.” Yusuf smoothed a hand near Nicolo’s right nipple. He left smears of black on Nicolo's skin, bruises their gift would not give them.
“I draw every day in vain hope I can capture the likeness but alas, paper is flat and you are wonderfully not.”
Nicolo’s throat worked as Yusuf continued to rub over the dusky circle of his nipple. Yusuf avoided the nub straining for touch, for Yusuf’s touch.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo murmured. “Do not tease.”
Yusuf hummed as he moved to the other one, still ignoring the sharpening nubs.
Nicolo fidgeted, trying to chase Yusuf’s fingers. He whined low when Yusuf moved his fingers down to trace his ribs instead.
Swirls of charcoal streaked down Nicolo's torso. Yusuf rumbled, his eyes bottomless and dark as he saw the marks he left on Nicolo's skin. Nicolo felt himself responding to that sound, heat pooling between his legs.
Nicolo uttered a word in his old tongue. Sure enough, Yusuf's lips parted, a pink flush on his cheeks. Yusuf always reacted like this whenever Nicolo replied in the language of his home. It was a strange response, but Nicolo found himself liking how it made Yusuf look.
Yusuf settled down against Nicolo’s back, his fingers still leaving strange patterns on Nicolo’s skin. His pendant was warm from where it was pressed between his chest and Nicolo’s back. It was a small patch of heat between Nicolo’s shoulders as Yusuf tugged Nicolo closer to him.
“I do not tease,” Yusuf growled against Nicolo’s nape. “You are the one who tempt me every morning, laid out like a feast to a starving man.”
“I...I do not mean to,” Nicolo panted as Yusuf’s hands skimmed over his groin, brushing fingertips down his length. Nicolo rolled his hips forward, but Yusuf's fingers skittered away, his blunt nails lightly scratching up Nicolo's flank.
“No,” Yusuf agreed. He sounded breathless. “You never do, which makes you a sweeter torment every morning. Guileless, unintentional seduction.”
Yusuf’s pelvis jutted forward and Nicolo groaned. The heft of Yusuf’s erection was hot against the top of his cleft.
“Yusuf, I am not the one torturing right now.”
Nicolo whimpered as he heard the quiet pop of the oil bottle’s cork. He quivered at the sound of oil gurgling over Yusuf’s fingers. He sighed as he felt slicked fingers slipping into him so careful and so large. He exhaled, relaxing as best he could as the fullness settled deep in him.
“Even after last night, you are still tight.” Yusuf sounded awed. His fingers twisted, already three before Nicolo had a breath to think about it. They turned, sloppy and leisurely, inside him, kneading intimate places that still made Nicolo flush thinking about it, slipping deeper, deeper...
“Hobi,” Yusuf murmured as Nicolo arched, mewling as Yusuf’s fingers smoothed over that spot again and again. Yusuf sounded so fond, so full of warm emotion that Nicolo’s eyes pricked at the corners. A tear escaped and he cried out softly when Yusuf’s fingers abandoned him.
“Sh.” Yusuf kissed the back of Nicolo’s head.
Nicolo exhaled, another tear escaping as Yusuf’s cock settled on the rim of his entrance. Yes. Please. Yusuf pushed through, his girth nudging Nicolo’s hole to yawn around it. There was a push, a mild burn until Nicolo’s body adjusted and—
“Oh,” Nicolo moaned as Yusuf slid all the way in. Yusuf slipped in, locking with Nicolo’s body. Yusuf fit, like how they held each other. Their bodies filled the spaces of each other, dovetailed, connected.
Nicolo clenched around Yusuf's cock. Yusuf shuddered against his back.
“My heart,” Yusuf breathed. “The way you feel is a memory I could never draw but will never forget.”
Yusuf moved slowly inside Nicolo, his legs tangled with Nicolo’s, his hands sweeping all over. His hands moved over Nicolo as he thrust languidly.
Nicolo’s skin tingled, shrinking around his bones as the burning stretch in him warmed quickly into a rolling fire. He heard himself making soft sounds; needy, desperate and pleading Yusuf to go harder, deep enough to shake his bones loose from the confining grip of his own skin.
Yusuf hushed Nicolo as he swayed into Nicolo’s body. They lay like they sleep, on their sides, Yusuf pressed to Nicolo’s back, Yusuf’s arms around Nicolo’s chest and middle.
“This is what I love best,” Yusuf murmured, “You joined with my cock, your limbs trembling as I bury myself deeper. I can not see your face like this, but I can imagine from your sweet cries.”
“Yusuf...please...” Nicolo captured Yusuf's hand and held it over his heart.
"Let me feel it here. Please..."
“How you can be this tight yet accept my cock so easily will baffle and humble me in all my days.” Yusuf’s cock pulled almost all the way out. He kissed Nicolo’s nape when Nicolo whined. “But I confess, I love this look as well...”
Yusuf snapped his hips forward, his cock plunging back into Nicolo. It fully seated in a single stroke.
“The look I hold dearest in my memory,” Yusuf gasped as he began thrusting harder, “is the look on your face when you rode me, used me for your pleasure all those months ago. When you told me—oh, Nicolo, yes, let me back in—not to go gentle with you any more.”
Nicolo choked, utter relief as Yusuf did as he promised. Yusuf held Nicolo tighter as he pounded into Nicolo, filling, stretching, claiming.
“Yu—Yu...yes, t-there...Oh...”
“Your unbridled dance around my cock,” Yusuf purred into Nicolo’s ear, “has kept me warm all winter. How your fire around me flared so deliciously, I did not notice spring has arrived. My sweet Nicolo, of all the looks, how you writhe in my arms is the one I hold dearest. This, is this what you want?”
Nicolo wanted to say yes. He wanted to speak. But all that spilled out of his gaping mouth were the soft pleas for more.
And Yusuf gave. Again and again.
Yusuf was a generous man.
Nicolo roused to the sound of Yusuf drawing again. This time though, Nicolo’s head rested on Yusuf’s thigh. He fell asleep before he could crawl up to swallow Yusuf’s cock as promised.
The sticky remains of their seed on Nicolo’s stomach and legs were cleaned off while he slept. And the pelts were tucked around Nicolo’s nude form.
Yusuf continued sketching large strokes that filled the entire paper. However, his other hand was tangled within Nicolo’s hair. He massaged Nicolo’s scalp, almost absentmindedly as he drew.
“What are you drawing now?” Nicolo mumbled. He tipped his eyes up. He felt heavy limbed, too lost within the soft furs on his skin to move. The soreness was regrettably gone, but it left him fuzzy and lazy. He was content to curl under the furs and sleep the rest of the morning away.
Yusuf’s fingers gave Nicolo’s head another small scratch before pulling away.
“I am drawing our home,” Yusuf murmured. He tilted his sketch towards Nicolo. “And how you look in it.”
Yusuf did not sound sad. Nicolo lifted his gaze higher and found the same in the smile on Yusuf’s face. Still, Nicolo’s chest twinge.
“I do not remember all the places we have stayed,” Nicolo said. He rubbed his cheeks on the bristly hairs on Yusuf’s leg. “But it would be nice to have a drawing of this one.”
Yusuf hummed. He went back to drawing and Nicolo could only see the leather cover now. It was Yusuf’s second book, a gift to mark the new year and the completion of the last home in the village. Nicolo bound it with the leather from an old saddle from one of the village’s aging horses. It was too old to be ridden anymore and its master perished in the attacks. Now, it chewed grass by the mill and entertained the village’s young.
“I want to remember our time here,” Yusuf murmured. “And the joy we found in each other.”
Nicolo settled his head back over Yusuf’s thigh. He brushed a hand over Yusuf’s knee.
Yusuf stroked Nicolo’s hair. It felt nice.
“We do not have to leave yet,” Nicolo quietly offered. “We have yet to decide on a direction to travel.”
Yusuf’s hand stilled in Nicolo’s hair.
Nicolo waited.
“We will find a direction,” Yusuf said. He stroked Nicolo’s hair, down his back and left his hand on Nicolo’s shoulder.
Nicolo kissed Yusuf’s knee. “Yes, we will. This world needs more good. It can not all be death and sorrow.”
“There was a time I did not believe that,” Yusuf murmured. “But finding you convinced me there is still good to be found.”
Yusuf gently tugged Nicolo’s hair. He brushed a thumb across Nicolo’s brow.
“We will leave this place but bring the joyous memories with us,” Yusuf continued.
Nicolo pressed his eyes to Yusuf’s thigh.
“When we were in Cairo.” Nicolo hesitated. “I stopped believing someone like me could do good.”
Yusuf’s hand dropped on the top of Nicolo’s head. The weight was reassuring.
“You helped me accept myself,” Nicolo croaked. He leaned up into Yusuf’s hand. “Finding you always by my side made me believe I can do some good again.”
“We found a new purpose with the world,” Yusuf said. He briefly squeezed Nicolo’s shoulder. “We will find a direction.”
“You and I,” Nicolo whispered.
Yusuf echoed it with another squeeze of Nicolo’s shoulder.
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It was inevitable I will write "The End" to this story and in another 3 parts I will. Yet I find myself both excited and sad for this story to end.
I'll do my best to post tomorrow, but if not, definitely first thing Thursday. I got one more late night shift this week. Sucks, but it'll pay for my textbooks for 2021. I hope.
Re: NEW HERE: Needs of the Other 21A/21
(Anonymous) 2020-12-24 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)Your story has become my comfort story. Even though the start of the story was really hard and it's almost unbearable to read at some part. I am happy that I push through because what you lay out in the future chapter oh so worth it.
I love how patient and caring and lovely your Yusuf is, I love your Nicoló so much as well he is so precious.
And I love every hot scene they have together. My favorite has to be the one where Nicky gave Blowjob to yufus for the first time, I think it's the the hottest thing ever and then again when Yusuf finally go all the way with Nicky oh my that chapter was really emotional to me as well that I cry reading it.
And my favorite has to be when Nicky ride Joe because reading is just my thing haha
Thank you for writing this beautiful story that I came to cherish despite all the hectic thing happening in your life.
I just want to give you a hug for pulling off the arc of this story despite its theme like a champ. You have such talent. I am in awe of your writing skill 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
Re: NEW HERE: Needs of the Other 21A/21