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FILL: Nicky/Joe, top! Nicky, size kink

[(Anonymous)]

Yusuf is not looking. He's not. They've stopped killing each other every time one of them turns his back but they still aren't speaking unless it's absolutely necessary. So Yusuf definitely isn't looking at Nicolò's cock when he happens upon where his reluctant ally is pissing.

It's just that, if he was looking, he'd be wondering how Nicolò even walks with that thing between his legs.

He turns around and goes back to camp, forgetting why he stumbled on Nicolò in the first place until the man comes back and says, “No firewood?”

He doesn't forget about it, can't stop thinking about it over the next few days in a way that's clearly starting to worry them both. No matter how much he tries to deny it to himself, he was looking and Nicolò's cock is- it's... Perhaps when he did not feel want looking at other men before it was because they were not as well-formed as the man he could not kill, who could not kill him. He's certainly feeling want now. He wants to see it again. Yusuf puts a hand over his mouth and wonders at this latest cruel twist of fate.

Then, because he is a man of action, he stands up from the patch of ground he was trying and failing to fall asleep on and climbs onto Nicolò instead. Given their recent history, it makes sense that he finds himself pinned by the throat with a knife at his breast the next moment, but Nicolò is looking at his open empty hands with confusion and mistrust, no longer hatred. That's a step in the right direction. A step towards what Yusuf now hopes is a destination where this man will split him open with that cock rather than the nearest weapon.

Nicolò is watching him, both of them catching their breath, and whatever he sees in Yusuf's face in the faint moonlight has him lowering the knife and asking, “What?” when it's clear he means What is your problem?

Yusuf thinks about how to say what he wants and then shrugs and shoves his hand down Nicolò's pants. The knife comes back pretty quickly, tearing into the fabric of his shirt, and Nicolò's hand around his neck briefly chokes him too, but none of that stops Yusuf from getting his hand on the man's cock. They both freeze, staring at each other. Yusuf is just holding him, not squeezing or stroking even though he'd appreciate the opportunity to better assess the size, he's just holding.

“What?” Nicolò says again, this time even more confused.

“Yes?” Yusuf asks, tugging oh so gently, otherwise completely under Nicolò's control. Nicolò could kill him, if the answer is no. He could kill him anyway, for this absolutely terrible attempt at seduction. Yusuf will do better next time, this time he waits for an answer.

“Why?” Nicolò asks, still mistrustful. He's getting hard anyway, growing in Yusuf's hand in a way that makes him fight a shiver of lust. Nicolò shifts a little, accidentally or on purpose pushing himself into Yusuf's fist, and the sound he makes is delicious. Oh, Yusuf thinks, maybe he's a virgin. Maybe he doesn't even know what he has.

“I want it.” Yusuf says, but he must not say it right because Nicolò's face scrunches up in confusion. It's one of Yusuf's favorite of his expressions, not that he's been looking closely at those either, but now he's thinking about all the faces Nicolò might make while fucking him and the confused little furrow can't hold a candle to those imaginings. “Yes?” He asks again, more forceful, like he's not being held down by the neck, like Nicolò doesn't have a knife at his heart.

“I... Yes.” Nicolò says, dropping his weapon, releasing Yusuf's throat. The instant he does, Yusuf rolls them back over and gets Nicolò's pants down, ignoring his little yelp of surprise.

He wants to light the fire again, to risk the attention it might get them from passersby, just to get a better look than the darkness offers. He wants to write a fucking poem. Instead he gets both hands, both fucking hands, around Nicolò's cock and stares at the way the pretty pink head is still completely visible. He must be staring a little too long because Nicolò shifts, impatient, still somehow unsure.

“Yusuf?” He asks, and then says something Yusuf doesn't understand. He makes a noise of agreement anyway, guessing, and shifts down Nicolò's body to get his mouth around him. Nicolò gets pushy quickly, even though Yusuf can't possibly fit all of him into his mouth. It's hot, anyway, how Nicolò tries to hold himself back and keep quiet. Yusuf strokes down away from his lips, spreading his own spit, and tugs at Nicolò's balls with his other hand. They're large too, which honestly explains a lot about him.

Either he is a virgin or it's been a while, because Yusuf barely gets into a groove before Nicolò goes tense, balls drawing up, and chokes out something that could be a warning or a prayer or both, coming long and hard into Yusuf's mouth. Yusuf swallows and releases him, a little disappointed but eager to get his own pants off immediately. It's only after he does that he realizes Nicolò is still breathing hard, right where he left him. His cock is still hard too, red and wet up against his belly. Nicolò sees him staring and goes red all over, making like he wants to cover himself up but can't quite manage it even with two hands and fuck fuck Yusuf needs that in him already this is getting ridiculous.

He says, “Nicolò.” and, only when the big idiot meets his eyes, turns around with deliberate slowness, sinking to his hands and knees.

“Fuck me.” Yusuf says, “Please, please, please. Either fuck me or kill me again Nicolò because I swear-” he stops talking abruptly because Nicolò is moving behind him, putting a hand on his back.

“Yusuf?”

“Fuck. Me.” Yusuf begs, pressing back into Nicolò's enormous cock. It slides against his ass in a way that makes them both groan.

Slowly, Nicolò moves closer on his knees, slowly he presses down against Yusuf's back until he drops to his elbows. Yusuf feels the big wet head of his cock at his entrance and then Nicolò pauses, like he's suddenly realized they forgot a step.

“Yes?” He asks, quiet. It's heartbreaking.

“Yes!” Yusuf says and this time Nicolò seems ready for his impatience because his warm hand on Yusuf's hip stops him from pressing back and taking what he wants. He presses in slowly but it still hurts, burns, must be painfully tight around Nicolò too. Yusuf thinks he might cry if he can't have this right now immediately, can't have all of him. It's a lot to ask for, he knows. Either he completely loses track of time, or their immortal bodies have a way of granting Yusuf's wish, or they truly are made for each other. Whatever the explanation, he finds himself groaning low and victorious at the feeling of Nicolò's balls slapping against him.

Nicolò chuckles, a deep, almost mean sound that Yusuf immediately wants to hear again. He says something Yusuf doesn't make out, thrusts gently, barely pulling an inch back out and sliding back in. “Yes?” He says, “Yusuf?”

“Yes Nicolò.” Yusuf says, not bothering to keep the love from his voice. It's overwhelming, this feeling. He thinks about how much of Nicolò is inside him and feels his his own cock jerk and drip, untouched. His knees and arms scrape against the dirt as Nicolò thrusts, getting more into it, trusting that Yusuf's body will continue to accept him. He's unpracticed, excitable, following a series of quick sharp thrusts with a shaky slow one like he's already fighting off climax. Yusuf loves him for it, loves the way his enormous cock never quite leaves him. It feels endless, it feels like sparks going off in his body every time Nicolò groans his name and presses deeper.

He knows Nicolò won't last much longer when he starts grinding in, and in and in, fucking into him without withdrawing much at all, hitting whatever spot inside Yusuf that makes him feel like he's going to shake apart over and over. He knows and he expects Nicolò to shoot inside of him, he clenches up imagining it. That's not what happens, because, he'll find out later, Nicolò didn't know he was allowed to. Instead, the whole lovely length of him leaves Yusuf in one sudden movement, sliding free with a wet noise and slapping against his ass with another one. Nicolò comes all over his back instead grinding so hard into him that Yusuf's knees give out. Nicolò rubbing his big cock into Yusuf's lower back pushes Yusuf's cock down into the dirt and his own precum where he comes shouting, clenching around nothing, shaking, feeling Nicolò rut against him until he's spent and finally softens.

They collapse, Nicolò mostly on top of him, until their se­nse of self returns. Even then, they can't quite bring themselves to separate, to clean up. Neither one of them wants to break the peace that lust brought. The last thing Yusuf manages to do before he gives in to sleep is to curl up behind Nicolò and hand him his knife back.

In the morning he wakes up in the same position, one hand wrapped possessively around Nicolò's cock.

Re: FILL: Nicky/Joe, top! Nicky, size kink

[setos_puppy]

*makes wicked gremlin noises as they steal this and put it in their hoard*

Re: FILL: Nicky/Joe, top! Nicky, size kink

[(Anonymous)]

YES YES YES, AMAZING, THANK YOU AUTHOR!!!

Also I love the spoon/knife position at the end. WELCOME TO THE NEXT 900 YEARS, YOU DELIGHTFUL IDIOTS!

Re: FILL: Nicky/Joe, top! Nicky, size kink

[(Anonymous)]

Holy shit I love this! I especially love Joe giving him his knife back at the end, but the whole thing is just way too hot.

Re: FILL: Nicky/Joe, top! Nicky, size kink

[(Anonymous)]

Excellent, thanks for sharing!

Re: FILL: Nicky/Joe, top! Nicky, size kink

[(Anonymous)]

In the morning he wakes up in the same position, one hand wrapped possessively around Nicolò's cock.

He's like "this is mine now" and he's right to, clearly that monster cock was made for him. Loved this!