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dr_libra_phd

To the anon comment joking it'll be 20 parts.

Darn you. 18 hits pretty close. LOL

Please note: each part is going to have sex or leading up to sex. Honestly, these parts should be retitled: Sexual Healing or Yusuf's Wondrous Magical C--

...um, okay, on with the fic. LOL

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Part 15D
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(Yusuf)

Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century

“I have not seen you draw in a long time.”

Yusuf’s fingers twitched.

There was an uncomfortable moment when Yusuf realized he was trying to grasp a pen. He cleared his throat and refocused on Nicolo tucked against him warm and reassuringly close.

“Hm,” Yusuf hummed, as he ran a palm down Nicolo’s bare flank, enjoying how the muscles flex under his touch. He was content to watch Nicolo clean their fronts with such efficiency and yet with that pink flush on his ears.

“Oh, but what would I draw right now,” Yusuf murmured, “If not on all this pale skin before me? The things I would draw on you: a treasure map? But I can not decide if the treasure is your pink mouth or your pink cock. “

The flush on Nicolo‘s ears burned brighter. He cleared his throat and continued to primly wipe the dried stains off Yusuf’s stomach.

Yusuf sighed. He watched Nicolo with a smile.

“This is nice,” Yusuf murmured. He tilted a hip, his cock swaying out of the bristly hair of his groin. He hummed as Nicolo cleaned his pelvis with careful strokes.

“I would think a bath is better but not after what happened yesterday. “ Nicolo shot Yusuf a squinting look.

Yusuf smirked. “You did not complain. My tongue was in your ass, not in your mouth.”

And oh, the pink has washed down Nicolo’s neck. The cloth he held with one hand trembled over Yusuf’s navel.

Nicolo glared at Yusuf, but the effect was lost with his pink cheeks. He dropped his eyes and blinked between their bodies.

“It was good,” Yusuf said gently. He took the rag and carefully wiped it over the dark circles on Nicolo’s chest. He avoided the nubs, still sensitive; glorious red points that strained beautifully with a sly tug of Yusuf’s teeth. Oh, the sounds Nicolo made when he came for a second time; Nicolo was stunned one could so Yusuf gleefully showed him how their healing bodies could enjoy a third.

Nicolo nodded mutely, his eyes still between their bodies.

“But I do not expect you to do the same,” Yusuf added as he finished. He tossed the rag behind him.

“Not yet,” Nicolo murmured.

“Not ever.”

Nicolo’s wide eyes met Yusuf’s.

“Hobi,” Yusuf whispered. He cupped Nicolo’s jaw. “What we do for each other...there is no debt. Remember? While I would gladly try to repay you for what you have suffered, it is a price I embraced. It is not a burden to want to make you happy forever.”

Yusuf settled back down, his bent arm under his ear. Nicolo did the same.

“What we do, what I enjoy doing to you,” Yusuf continued, “has no price. I expect nothing in return but the privilege of sharing your pleasure.”

How Nicolo’s cheeks quivered when Yusuf spread them to reveal the dark swirl of muscle, sleek from soap and the stream. Nicolo trembled first with nerves, then with something else as Yusuf laved the thin skin between the cheeks with his tongue.

“It felt...” Nicolo shuddered, his cheeks flushed further. Yusuf could not help but touch the color and see if the stain was as warm.

“Like I was seeking shelter in your skin,” Yusuf guessed. He smiled at Nicolo’s blink. “For me, it felt like I was trying to taste your soul. Oh, the sounds you made reached me as deep and as intimate.”

Nicolo mouthed the last word, trying to correct his pronunciation.

“It was like with your, um, fingers.” Nicolo held up the hand not under his head. “It felt...intimate?” He continued after Yusuf nodded. “But different. It did not go as deep as your fingers—“

“If you would allow me,” Yusuf softly growled, “I would very much like to try. I would very much like to keep you in that stream and eat you out like a starving man and taste your heart pounding as you come.”

Nicolo’s throat worked.

“Oh,” Nicolo half-squeaked.

The sounds Nicolo makes were never the same. Yusuf found himself constantly charmed.

“Does that frighten you?” Yusuf murmured, “I do not mean to speak so...intimate. It unnerves me how much I hunger and thirst for you.”

“It is the same for me,” Nicolo rasped. He smiled, a little crooked from the angle he lay on his side.

“I would not have let you interrupt the morning break fast otherwise.”

Yusuf chuckled. “I opened my eyes to the sight of you naked and cutting bread on the table. So many delicious things to feast on. I thought that was what we were breaking fast on.”

Nicolo rolled his eyes and settled onto his back.

Yusuf remained on his side, his head pillowed by his arm.

“You did not answer my question,” Nicolo said towards their roof. He turned, keen eyes on Yusuf. “I did not forget.”

Yusuf grimaced. “Ah, yes.” He shrugged one shoulder. “There is no need for drawing here. No one wishes to barter fish for a gilded manuscript of children’s tales.”

A shadow flickered across Nicolo’s face. He turned back towards the roof.

“In a city, there would be much demand for your art.” Nicolo swallowed. He did not turn back to Yusuf. “We could find you another pen—“

“I have one,” Yusuf said sharply. Too sharp because Nicolo glanced over and away just as quickly.

“Not one for fine lines,” Nicolo said quietly. “Not one that could create a scroll like the one in your sack.” Nicolo held up both hands towards the roof. “Stars, I think?”

“Constellations,” Yusuf corrected. He smiled to himself, watching Nicolo’s lips move, silently repeating the word to commit it to memory.

Nicolo lowered his hands. He folded them in front of his chest, looking solemn despite his lack of dress.

“It is because of Cairo,” Nicolo said after a moment. It was heartbreaking that Nicolo did not see a need to form it as a question. “Because of me.”

“I would be a petty man to deny it when you were brave enough to tell me about Dirar last week.” Yusuf reached out and skimmed a hand over Nicolo’s closest shoulder. He still felt too thin. It hurt to see. He would gladly not answer if he thought it would help.

“Brave?” Nicolo scoffed. “Is this what we call my hysteria?”

“You were not hysterical.”

“It felt like I was.” Nicolo turned back to Yusuf, “But you pulled me back from falling into madness.”

Yusuf rubbed Nicolo’s shoulder.

“Yes, I will admit,” Yusuf sighed, “I have a lack of desire to draw after Cairo. I can not stop thinking of how blind I was to all you have done while I lost myself to fanciful pursuits. There are days I want to cut off my foolish hands or my eyes for they have failed you.”

“I did not think your art was fanciful,” Nicolo returned. He gazed up as if it was the morning sky and not their sagging roof. “I can not accomplish what you can. It felt like the only way I can contribute was to support the beautiful things you do.”

Yusuf blinked.

Nicolo’s fingers tapped on his chest.

“When you are lost in your art, you look...” Nicolo squirmed. He rolled back on his side to gaze back at Yusuf. He smiled hesitantly.

“You looked like the Yusuf you are meant to be.”

Yusuf reached over and touched Nicolo’s lower lip.

“The Yusuf I meant to be is the one by your side,” Yusuf whispered. “But I understand what you are trying to say. Thank you, Nicolo. The beautiful things you think I do are done with you in my heart. You are an endless well of inspiration for me, hobi. Never forget that.”

Nicolo smiled faintly. His lips parted in invitation. Yusuf’s fingers pressed at the lower lip, darting in to trace Nicolo’s teeth before slipping free.

“I wish I could do what you do,.” Nicolo murmured.

Yusuf liked the idea, Nicolo settled comfortably against him as Yusuf showed him how to coax lines into shapes.

“I would be happy to teach you,” Yusuf offered. “We still have paper and making charcoal to sketch is simple.”

Nicolo shook his head. “No, I meant...” He touched his mouth with a hand.

“Ah,” Yusuf murmured. He smiled to himself.

Nicolo grimaced. “I like what...how you make me feel with...” He squirmed. “When you touch me with your fingers...”

Yusuf shifted closer. He leaned in and traced Nicolo’s mouth with a finger.

“I could teach you that as well,” Yusuf murmured, “or you can teach me what gives you the pleasure the most.”

Nicolo blinked. “Me?”

Yusuf’s nose bumped Nicolo’s lower lip.

“You and I,” Yusuf whispered. He kissed Nicolo’s chin. “What makes you writhe with pleasure may be different for me. No one can teach this except each other. Your body is a map I enjoy exploring, but guidance would also be welcomed.”

Nicolo pressed his lips to Yusuf’s beard, a kiss Yusuf felt not only on his face, but also rushing down hot to his groin.

“I would like a map to you,” Nicolo murmured. Emboldened by Yusuf’s growing interest pressed against his hip, his hand wandered lower.

Yusuf groaned. He lifted a knee to give Nicolo better access. He watched heavy-lidded at Nicolo as Nicolo touched his hip and cock with reverence. That touch has not changed since the first time. Yusuf was humbled.

“My heart,” Yusuf murmured. He canted his hips, his cock half erect and seeking. He ached, more when Nicolo’s hand cupped the cock head, memorizing the shape.

“This...good?” Nicolo ventured. He mimicked what Yusuf did this morning, feeling the cock swelling within the curl of his warm hand. “Or do you wish for more?”

Yusuf knew what Nicolo was hinting at. And the thought of that hot clench around his cock made it sprang up in Nicolo's smooth hand. But he searched Nicolo’s eyes and found the tension still lingering within the ever-changing seas in his eyes. Today, they held gray storms, murky and apprehensive.

“I have a better idea,” Yusuf murmured. He reached for Nicolo as he rolled on to his back at the same time.

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