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It’s been ten months since they came to their tentative truce, ten months since they laid down arms and started trying to use their apparent immortality for good rather than for endlessly killing each other.

But there’s still something off, Yusuf realises, because Nicolo looks at him like he wants him, his eyes track the lines of Yusuf’s body, and yet he doesn’t do anything about it. They have time, Yusuf reasons, unashamed of his desire for this man who has captured his heart.

Joe thought they had time, but another six months go by, and he’s tired of waiting. He has to know, at least, to know if Nicky really wants him like he seems to, if they’ve been sharing the same fantasies in their dreams. So one night, he leans over, practically telegraphing his movements in case Nicky wants to stop him, and kisses the other man deeply, climbing into his lap as they kiss.

Nicky reciprocates, clearly enthusiastic, but pulls away from Joe’s mouth, eyes regretful. “We can’t,” he murmurs softly. “Don’t want to hurt you.” Joe is about to ask what on Earth Nicky is talking about—how could this hurt him?—when he feels the hardness pressing against his hips. Fuck, Nicky is huge. Really, really huge. Joe is both slightly intimidated and needs to see that thick cock immediately.

“You won’t hurt me,” Joe says calmly, grinding down a bit just to feel how big Nicky is, and Nicky groans, kissing Joe again. “I will,” he insists. “You don’t understand, I’m—“ he flushes crimson as he thinks about it. “I’m just too big and I want it pretty much all the time and it just doesn’t work.”

Joe wanted to bury his scimitar into every past lover who had made Nicky feel this way, like he was too much, like they couldn’t find a way to make this work. Instead, he settled for pressing a kiss to Nicky’s jaw. “Trust me,” he murmured. “We’ll figure it out.”

Nicky still looks skeptical, and Joe can’t have that, so he dedicates himself to kissing that perturbed look off of the other man’s face, rocking gently in his lap, and fuck, Nicky clearly wasn’t fully hard before because he’s even bigger under Joe now, and Joe can’t stand it any longer, he needs to see this with his own eyes. He clambers off Nicky’s lap, legs a little shaky, and eyes the tent in his pants with interest.

“Can I?” He asks and Nicky groans, knowing that as soon as Joe sees it he’ll run for the hills, but he can’t say no. Joe slowly, worshipfully, pulls down Nicky’s pants to let his cock spring free, and what a cock it is. Nicky is both thick and long, nicely curved and with a gorgeous flared head, which is already wet with precome. Joe needs it in his mouth yesterday, and he bends to take as much of Nicky in his mouth as he can, which isn’t much.

It doesn’t appear to matter, because Nicky shouts as Joe swallows down the head of his cock, like he had never felt anything so good in all his life. “Yusuf, Yusuf,” he is repeating like a prayer, thighs trembling as he fights the urge to thrust into Joe’s mouth, to sheath his entire length in that delicious warmth.

Joe may not be able to take much of Nicky, but he makes up for it with sheer enthusiasm, his tongue caressing the vein on Nicky’s length and fluttering against the slit where Nicky is steadily leaking, has been since Joe climbed into his lap.

He pulls off reluctantly. He would love to suck Nicky until he came in thick bursts against his tongue, is looking forward to it, but there’s something else he wants even more.

“Want you inside me,” he says frankly, and Nicky jerks, his cock twitching hard even as he shakes his head. “We can’t,” he pleads. “I really will hurt you, it won’t fit—“

Joe cuts him off with a kiss and a smile. “Maybe not all of you right away, I think we need to work up to that. But I think I can handle the tip and a few inches of you, can’t I?” Nicky still looked dubious, and for good reason. The first time he had felt amorous and was kissing a local girl in the fields behind his father’s house, she had pulled down his breeches only to shriek in terror when she saw his length.

Joe looked determined, though, and he thrust three of his fingers into Nicky’s mouth, the message clear. Nicky went above and beyond on getting them wet, licking around them for good measure.

“Doesn’t this cause a problem for you when you’re walking or riding a horse?” Joe asks casually as Nicky suckles his fingers, and Nicky groans. “Yes,” he replies when he finally pulls off. “Bad enough when I’m soft, but I—“ he flushes. “Well, I get hard a lot.” Joe looks like he’s been given a surprise present as he trails his fingers, dripping with Nicky’s spit, down to his hole, teasing himself. “You do?” He asks, voice strained as he breaches his entrance with two fingers at once. “How often, Nicolo?” He needs to know, urgently, as much as he needs the steady drag of his fingers, as much as he needs that glorious cock.

Nicky’s face is bright red, his eyes locked on Joe as he fingers himself, still not quite believing that Joe is trying to get himself ready for Nicky. “Well,” he admits. “One time I came eight times in a day,” and Joe makes a noise like a wounded animal, his fingers stuttering inside him. “And then I got hard again,” Nicky continues, oblivious. “But it ached too much to come another time.”

“That’s it,” Joe declares. “I need you right now”, and climbs back into Nicky’s lap. Nicky’s eyes are wide with panic, even as his cock is pulsing against Joe’s ass, and Joe gives him a tender, reassuring kiss. “It’s going to be fine,” he murmurs. “Just let me take the lead.”

“Anything you want,” Nicky is babbling, and then Joe starts to sink down on him, very slowly, moaning as he gets the thick head inside. He takes a little more of the length, but not much, and stills, his face betraying the stretch.

“See, I told you, it’s too much,” Nicky lamented, and tried to pull out before Joe stopped him with a growl. “No, no, just give me a minute,” he said, kissing Nicky to distract himself from the burn, the way that even this little bit of Nicky was cleaving him open.

“Never—never been with someone as big as you,” Joe managed, starting to roll his hips slightly, one hand on Nicky’s cock to make sure he didn’t take more than he could handle. He yelps as the head of Nicky’s cock brushes his prostate, and oh god, how Nicky can reach so deep in him while so much of him remains outside, held in Joe’s gentle grasp, is a beautiful mystery.

Nicky is gasping and making pained little whines every time Joe lifts himself up and sinks back down. Joe may not be able to take all of him, not yet, but the feeling of being buried in that tight warmth is indescribable. Nicky has never felt anything so good as the head of his cock being squeezed by Joe’s inner walls.

Given how good it feels, it’s a miracle when Joe comes first, clenching around him with a deep groan. When Joe climbs off of him, the cool air is agony against Nicky’s erection, so soon after it’s learned the pleasure of being buried in another’s warmth, but Joe doesn’t leave him hanging for long. “Want you to come down my throat,” he explains as he takes the drooling tip of Nicky’s cock in his mouth again, and never let it be said that Nicky can’t follow orders. He lasts barely a minute with Joe’s tongue swirling around him, before he’s coming harder than he ever remembers coming before, spilling again and again into Joe’s waiting mouth.

Joe swallows all of it, leaving the head of Nicky’s cock in his mouth until he’s sure that he’s finished, and then he pulls off with a satisfied smile. “So,” he asks casually. “How long did you say it was before you can get hard again?”

Yum, that’s the stuff. I love how desperate Joe is for it, he’s a true size queen.

Oooh, I love this! Joe has got to be so happy that he's ended up spending eternity with a dude who's hung like a horse!

Ooh, that was so hot

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