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NEW LOCATION of FILL: Needs of the Other 16C/18
Date: 2020-11-02 10:21 pm (UTC)Me 0 RL 43654 Wah.
Anyway, today both parts is Yusuf. Because he has feels. And yes, thinking sequel.
No, still 18 parts. LOL.
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Part 16C
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(Yusuf)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
“I am certain that beast is out to kill me.”
Yusuf caught Nicolo rolling his eyes. He was torn from climbing over Nicolo’s prone body on their bed or continue his torture. He decided the latter would reap more rewards for the both of them.
The faint nutty scent of the oil rose as it dribbled slowly down Nicolo’s crack and pooled into a golden droplet on the thin skin under his cock.
“I am sure...” Nicolo said in as steady as a voice he could with Yusuf gently massaging the spot, smearing slick oil around the stretched skin that cradled his balls.
“It is f-flirting with y—Yusuf,” Nicolo hiccuped, back arching, his buttocks canting up in plea.
“Mm,” Yusuf opted to say instead, distracted by how Nicolo’s back flexed and his buttocks quivered as the oil made its slow descent down from the puckered entrance to the fold created by the sacs and his body.
“I thought—“ Nicolo suppressed what sounded like a squeak. How charming. “You were going to show me something you learned in—Yusuf!”
Yusuf bit back the smirk when Nicolo turned his head to glare at him past his shoulder.
“Sorry,” Yusuf said innocently. He pulled away oil-slicked fingers from where he was smoothing oil around the dark rim to Nicolo’s body. “You were saying?”
Nicolo raised his head and shoulders off his folded arms. He twitched as the position arched his lower back. His cheeks pressed the oil around his hole to go into places that made Yusuf flush all over.
“Oh, to envy that drop of oil,” Yusuf murmured. He lowered his head and dropped a kiss on Nicolo’s right cheek. It clenched on contact and when Yusuf nuzzled the dimples on top of the buttocks, rubbing his beard along the elegant curve of spine, Nicolo whined.
“Are...are you showing me,” Nicolo groaned, “Or preparing me to be tonight’s mea—“
Nicolo yelped when Yusuf’s tongue skimmed the top of his cleft and traveled up.
“You are delectable,” Yusuf rumbled as he brushed aside the hair. He laved Nicolo’s nape. He swung a leg over and straddled Nicolo’s legs.
“And I would enjoy eating you out again, hobi. Right now, I am famished.”
Yusuf set aside the small vial of olive oil on their table. He traded chores with the baker last week for more rosemary bread and was also gifted a bottle of olive oil. For dipping, the baker’s son explained. It was something he learned from his travels.
The bread was delicious. Yusuf felt something in his heart unravel when Nicolo ate the first piece and then stole the small bit left in Yusuf’s bowl.
The oil? Yusuf had thought back to his youth. He remembered a trader’s handsome young son, a shed no one ever used and oil the youth skimmed off a jar from his father’s wares.
Yusuf did not remember the young man’s face, but he remembered how the oil felt on his skin and how it made certain touches slip in easier and more tantalizing. They explored, fascinated what a man could do with another man with blunt fingers and dry lips.
“We broke fast before,” Nicolo breathlessly reminded Yusuf as he rocked back against Yusuf’s growing erection. Oil down his cheeks, Yusuf’s saliva slick on his back, Nicolo rutted up into Yusuf with a swaying motion that mimicked the gentle bob of his body in the water.
“Mm, but I am still hungry,” Yusuf murmured. He climbed up higher on Nicolo’s body, tasting and savoring the skin stretched along the broad shoulders and neck.
Nicolo exhaled shakily, his head lowering to offer his nape.
Yusuf rubbed his cock along Nicolo’s spine as he slipped an arm around Nicolo’s middle. He felt Nicolo’s stomach flexed under his arm, his back curving to guide Yusuf with a silent plea.
Yusuf hummed as his cock found Nicolo’s cheeks. He swayed along the snug space, his cock spreading the oil around Nicolo’s hole down the entire length of his crack.
Nicolo lifted his upper body up on his hands, his ass embracing Yusuf’s erection. The clutch around his cock thrummed hot into Yusuf’s belly. He found himself moving faster, his cock brushing over the entrance with bolder strokes.
The oil kept Nicolo unbelievably slick. It encouraged the two to glide against each other with increasing abandon.
“Yu...yu...” Nicolo panted. His buttocks clenched, stilling Yusuf’s cock as it brushed over his hole again.
Yusuf groaned. He dropped his heated face on Nicolo’s hair. He murmured into the strands as he felt Nicolo shifting to get on his knees.
“Keep your legs closed, hobi,” Yusuf whispered. He rubbed Nicolo’s stomach, lower and lower into the taut muscle stretched around the base of Nicolo’s cock. He remembered how Nicolo’s fingers dug into his groin, massaging and wringing out the strongest bolt of heat Yusuf ever experienced. He pressed his fingers there, ignoring the erection tapping Nicolo’s stomach.
Nicolo moaned, shuddering as he fought not to part his legs. He trembled, trying to keep his legs closed as Yusuf asked.
Yusuf kneaded the firm flesh there, a hot swell of satisfaction when Nicolo whined. Yusuf knead deeper, shushing Nicolo when he sobbed.
“Wait,” Yusuf murmured. “Do not go without me. Wait.”
“Yusuf,” Nicolo stammered. “What...”
Yusuf was careful not to put all his weight on Nicolo as he lined himself over the other's body. He guided his cock to Nicolo’s thighs. The oil streaked down to his inner thighs. Sweat beaded on his pale skin.
Yusuf hissed as his cock probed and slowly slipped in-between the narrow space Nicolo’s thighs created.
“Yusuf, what are—“ Nicolo stilled as Yusuf’s cock continued, brushed under his sacs and jutted out under Nicolo’s cock, between his legs.
Yusuf’s lips traced Nicolo’s nape. He pushed hair away, his other arm hugging Nicolo around his middle.
“Keep them closed,” Yusuf murmured, “Tighter, tigh—yes, like that...”
Yusuf started slow, his cock pushing through strong thighs until cool air teased his cock on the other side. The oil made everything smoother, but Nicolo’s strong grip around Yusuf’s cock made it better than he imagined.
Yusuf stroked carefully, making sure he teased the taint, gliding down to that sensitive skin before pushing through.
Nicolo was still, held close to Yusuf, holding himself up on his hands, kept stable on his knees by Yusuf’s wider stance bracketing his thighs.
The house was quiet save for the hushed exhales, the cut off “Oh, oh,” they both made. Their bodies lightly slapped together, wet sounds of slicked skin and limbs filling the air every time they glided into each other.
Yusuf’s cock was feeling the greatest pleasure and the greatest torment. The grip of Nicolo’s thighs squeezed beads of fluid out of his cock with each push. As the tip of his cock emerged, Nicolo’s own erection bounced over the tip. Yusuf’s arm around Nicolo was growing damp, gems of Nicolo's seed sprayed the hairs of his arm.
Nicolo’s breathing went harder as they continued, his body rocking back challenging each of Yusuf’s strokes. Nicolo’s buttocks flexed along with his thighs as if trying to capture Yusuf’s cock prisoner.
Oh, and how Yusuf would surrender if Nicolo asks. He would gladly hold out his hands for binds and tumble into Nicolo’s body. He would beg for Nicolo to sink and conquer Yusuf from within.
“Yes,” Yusuf rumbled as he rutted. “Yes, gladly.” He pulled Nicolo closer, the heat and writhe of Nicolo’s body igniting sparks of pleasure everywhere their bodies touched.
Nicolo’s elbows shook. Yusuf hugged Nicolo, almost lifting his hobi to his lap. He felt himself thrusting faster, his erection pushed to weep onto Nicolo’s front as it emerged out of the snug space.
Nicolo panted, marking each stroke with a huff of air. He sagged back against Yusuf, nearly collapsing into Yusuf’s lap. He clutched Yusuf’s arm around his middle. His other hand brushed over the head of Yusuf’s cock every time it slid out to poke out between his thighs.
Yusuf’s back ached keeping them both upright, thrusting between Nicolo’s legs while trying not to fall onto his back. Nicolo’s fingers kept teasing his cock, like a hunter trying to coax out his prey. Nicolo pressed and pinched what he could of Yusuf’s erection. It was a game; a glorious, back breaking quarry of pleasure. Nicolo kept trying to touch, Yusuf was torn from letting it happen and to continue pistoning.
The oil warmed on their skins. Yusuf was starting to tire. He was desperate to succumb to the billowing sensation on his lower back and splatter Nicolo’s front with his release. But Nicolo was not there yet.
Yusuf growled against Nicolo’s nape and pushed Nicolo back on his hands and knees. Yusuf thrust harder. His lower back started to burn with the strain. He searched, found Nicolo’s cock and took it as his.
Nicolo moaned, a low rolling sound that seemed to be pulled from his core. He panted as he eagerly thrust into Yusuf’s fist. He kept squeezing his legs, tighter and tighter, sending spots up Yusuf’s vision. It felt like his cock would burst.
“Yusuf,” Nicolo whimpered. He was a caught creature in Yusuf’s grasp, beating against a cage of his fingers, mewling to be released.
Nicolo was close now. Yusuf could feel Nicolo’s heart hammering into his own chest. Nicolo’s cock was hot, a hard length that threatened to break Yusuf’s grip.
They rutted, they choked around each other’s name and when Yusuf could not bear it any longer and came, Nicolo shouted as he gladly followed.
It felt like the world went silent around him until Yusuf realized his ears buzzed with the rush of blood. It felt like he was gorged, parts of him gutted. He was spent, yet Nicolo continued to weakly flex his thighs, milking Yusuf’s cock.
Below them, their releases made soft plopping sounds as their cocks wept over the bed. It would be a mess for later. Yusuf could not even find the strength to ease his cock out from Nicolo’s legs.
Nicolo quietly panted, on his hands and knees purely by stubbornness.
Yusuf kissed Nicolo between damp shoulders. He drowsily ground into the thin skin between Nicolo’s taint and the base of his cock.
Nicolo groaned. His head hung low.
“I think we need another bath,” Nicolo grumbled. He turned to look back at Yusuf. Perspiration has plastered his long locks into his brow.
Yusuf chuckled airlessly. He kissed Nicolo’s shoulders, one on each blade as he tried to walk on his knees and pull out.
“I would be more than happy to bathe with you but perhaps a nap first?”
“There were things I needed to do this afternoon,” Nicolo wheezed. “But I do not think I can even open my eyelids.”
“Mm,” Yusuf hummed as he sat down, gasping to recover. He glanced over to Nicolo. He froze.
Nicolo stood swaying on his hands and knees. His thighs were rubbed red, raw, but the color was already fading.
But it was the slouched back, the low hanging head that skewered Yusuf’s heart.
"You will watch him as we invade this Frank, pillage his body, ransack his flesh and soul until all that is left is only fit for fucking," Dirar snarled, Nicolo half-naked and huddled on the floor in defeat.
"I wonder why you did not have him, Yusuf." Dirar pulled out his finger. It wass tipped in blood. Nicolo's head was almost to the floor.
"He will tear beautifully."
Dirar’s words physically hurt Yusuf’s ears. But it was Nicolo, defeated on his hands and knees, his eyes dead as he stared at Badhl’s engorged cock, that hurt Yusuf more.
It turned out to be a ruse. Nicolo broke free, joined Yusuf to fight. But that brief moment, that awful dark moment, something had wailed inside Yusuf. Something was cut, bled and mourned not for itself but for the one they failed.
“Yusuf?”
Yusuf blinked and discovered Nicolo was in front of him, a hand holding back his own hair, blue gray eyes gazing back at Yusuf with open concern.
“You have exhausted me,” Yusuf lied. He brushed back a clammy strand behind Nicolo’s ear. “Do not ask me for my name. I can not remember it right now.”
Nicolo’s gaze flickered a cool blue, a mist of gray and green taking over as he studied Yusuf. He nodded slowly and surprised Yusuf by pulling Yusuf to his chest.
Yusuf groaned but did not pull away. He grumbled before he settled an ear over Nicolo’s heart as Nicolo so often seemed to favor. He tucked in, his shoulder under Nicolo, his hip pressed against Nicolo. Their legs stretched out, finding places for their ankles to tuck into each other.
He fits, Yusuf realized, as perfectly as Nicolo does against him.
“We were shaped for each other,” Yusuf murmured. He followed where Nicolo’s hands nudged, into the corner their bed made with the walls, away from the small window, away from the open doorway and thankfully, away from the wet spot.
Yusuf slipped an arm around Nicolo. Nicolo was slippery with sweat, with oil, with their releases. He also smelled vaguely of almonds, of the last sliver of soap they shared in the bath last night.
“You and I,” Nicolo whispered. He stroked Yusuf’s beard with a thumb. He wove his fingers with Yusuf’s other hand. Their clasped hands sat between their thighs pressed together. This close, Yusuf could not see a seam where Nicolo ends and Yusuf begins.
“You and I,” Yusuf repeated. He blinked furiously, trying to wipe the image of that Nicolo out of his mind. His heart thumped against his chest, howling for something Yusuf did not dare to heed.
Yusuf pulled their hands to his mouth.
“Hobi,” Yusuf breathed against their fingers. “My heart. My dearest heart.”
Nicolo rested his head against Yusuf, his heart beating serene and, Yusuf sincerely hoped, content.
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More later! Yusuf has feels!