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theoldguardkinkmeme) wrote2021-01-03 12:49 pm
Prompt Post #18
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FILL: 6/6 Nicolo is forced into sex work (Nicolo/others non con) Yusuf/Nicolo
(Anonymous) 2021-02-20 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)Nicolo takes the opportunity to scrub himself clean of the remaining traces of oil and perfume, tugging his shirt over his head and wading out in his braies.
Yusuf cannot help but stare as the light bounces off the tiny, bejewelled hoops on Nicolo’s chest. He wills himself to look away but fares little better when he sees the wet cloth clinging to Nicolo’s lower half, perfectly outlining the rounded buttocks and surprisingly solid thighs.
Yusuf makes a show of sniffing himself. He can smell smoke and there are still itchy patches of blood from the fight, so he feels justified in taking off his own shirt to join Nicolo in the river. He is pleased to note the way Nicolo’s gaze drags itself slowly over his bare chest before Nicolo turns away, visibly flustered.
“Are you going to remove them?”
Nicolo glances over his shoulder at Yusuf.
“What?”
Yusuf points to his own chest.
“Your jewellery. Do you not wish to remove them?”
He cannot believe that Nicolo would want any reminders of that place.
Nicolo looks away before speaking, and his response is carried off by the river.
“Sorry, what?” Yusuf asks.
Nicolo turns around to face Yusuf and waves a hand angrily at his chest.
“I said, I do not know how.”
Yusuf steps closer to look.
“Do they not simply unfasten?”
Nicolo’s shrug is equal parts embarrassment and annoyance.
“I don’t know. I cannot seem to work out how.”
“So, you have tried?”
Nicolo must have made the attempt when he was talking to Safya.
“Yes, I tried,” Nicolo snaps.
He stomps angrily out of the river, closely followed by a contrite Yusuf.
“I am sorry, my love, it was not my intention to draw attention to your misfortune. Especially as I had a hand in its making.”
Nicolo has seated himself on the bank; he stares up at Yusuf, squinting against the sunlight. One corner of his mouth curls up.
“It is still strange to hear you call me that.”
Yusuf sits down beside Nicolo and reaches for his hand; when Nicolo accepts it, he interlocks their fingers.
“My love?”
Nicolo nods.
“It is strange,” Yusuf agrees. “But you are my love.” He lifts Nicolo’s hand to his face and presses it to his cheek. “My life. The other half of my soul. It shames me that it took being separated from you for me to understand this. Nicolo-”
His voice breaks before he can launch into another apology.
Nicolo seems to sense this, and he places his free hand against Yusuf’s lips.
“No, Yusuf. Of the two of us, it is I who should carry the burden of shame. But we made a vow, yes? To start anew?”
He runs a gentle hand through Yusuf’s curls.
“We go forward from here. Together. Forgive me if I borrow your words but I would have you know that you are also my life, the other half of my soul. You have been for a long time, I think.”
Yusuf huffs out a shaky breath and kisses the hand still resting against his face; he leans forward and Nicolo meets him halfway.
When they sit back, both a little breathless and shy, Yusuf hears himself offering to help remove the hoops from Nicolo’s chest.
It is possible, he thinks a moment later, that he hasn’t thought this through, as he now has his hands on Nicolo’s naked chest, on his peaked nipples, while Nicolo lies stretched out on the riverbank.
But he has made the offer and he will see this through.
The hoops are small, the fastenings tight and fiddly, and as Nicolo’s chest rises and falls, Yusuf finds himself touching sun warmed skin no matter how desperately he tries to only touch the cool metal.
Nicolo hisses when he finally gets one hoop open, peering down at his chest as Yusuf carefully slides it free. A drop of blood wells up, ruby red against Nicolo’s pale olive skin.
Yusuf takes up a corner of his discarded shirt and dabs at it without thinking. The wound has already healed, and no further blood appears, but he is aware of Nicolo is staring at him with wide eyes.
“Shall I do the other one?” he asks.
“Please.”
Willing his hands to remain steady, Yusuf works on the fastening on the second loop. It proves to be even more stubborn than the first. When he tugs a little harder on it, Nicolo pulls a face he cannot decipher.
“Sorry.”
“No,” says Nicolo, his voice sounds strained, “it is fine.”
Yusuf sits up to wipe the perspiration from his eyes; it is then that he notices the tenting of Nicolo’s braies.
“Madre di Dio,” Nicolo mutters, throwing an arm up over his face. Although, this does very little to disguise the blush that’s creeping down his throat.
Yusuf isn’t sure how to respond. On the one hand he wants to reassure Nicolo that it’s perfectly fine. However, that means drawing attention to the situation, and he is hardly unaffected himself.
In the interests of fairness, he decides that he should let Nicolo know.
Nicolo lowers his arm slowly, but he doesn’t say anything as he takes in Yusuf’s aroused state.
“I am sorry,” says Yusuf. “I did not mean to, but you make these noises, and you move, and you keep breathing.”
“I keep breathing?” Nicolo repeats, slowly.
“It is very distracting,” says Yusuf, crossly. He is well aware of how ridiculous he sounds, thank you.
“Then I am sorry for breathing and distracting you,” says Nicolo.
Yusuf narrows his gaze.
“Are you mocking me?”
Nicolo’s mouth quirks.
“No?”
“You are,” says Yusuf. He clutches at his chest in fake dismay. “I try to help, and this is how you repay me.”
Nicolo makes that endearing snorting sound again as laughter escapes him.
Yusuf growls and pounces, but their play fighting shifts to something else when he finds himself half on top of Nicolo. He is about to apologise and scramble clear when Nicolo moves; the gentle rocking motion cannot be mistaken for anything else.
Yusuf groans and responds in kind, eliciting a gasp from Nicolo. After that it becomes a blur of kissing and thrusting until Nicolo cries out and heat pulses between them.
Yusuf isn’t far behind, rutting feverishly against Nicolo until he too comes with a grunt.
They lay entwined together on the riverbank, sticky and sweaty.
“I think,” says Nicolo. “We will have to go back into the river to wash again.”
Yusuf kisses him.
“I think you are right.”
He gets to his feet and extends a hand to Nicolo, and they walk together back into the river to wash.
Re: FILL: 6/6 Nicolo is forced into sex work (Nicolo/others non con) Yusuf/Nicolo
(Anonymous) 2021-02-20 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)You should put this on AO3!
Re: FILL: 6/6 Nicolo is forced into sex work (Nicolo/others non con) Yusuf/Nicolo
(Anonymous) 2021-02-21 07:59 am (UTC)(link)https://archiveofourown.org/works/29093517/chapters/71417127