"I will be there," Yusuf confirms, reaching out to stroke up Nicolo's hip to his ribs. "At your side. Always." Where else would he be?
He snorts, giving Nicolo an amused look at the suggestion, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I think I've had enough rocks to last me for an eternity," Yusuf agrees, tilting his head to the side. "We could still use our bodies, though," he teases, waggling his eyebrows. He grins but his tone gets more serious after a second, more genuine. "You can talk to me, Nicolo. I'm always listening."
Nicolo raises his brow, aware of the misstep he's made with language. Ears red at the tips, he clears his throat as he works to correct himself. "Well. Yes. Of course. That is, our bodies could be used that way, not in violence."
It takes a moment to settle, but finally, he is there.
"I need for you to tell me when I'm getting on your nerves, so we can understand how to live that way, instead of you beating me over the head. I think that will be a big step forward, no?"
Yusuf grins, bright and pleased, at Nicolo's embarrassment. He's not making fun of him though, he's just delighted to be able to have this effect on Nicolo with just a few words. "It might turn up to be a lot more productive," he agrees, his eyebrows arched. "It'll feel nicer, too." As they've just experienced.
He hums, reaching out to touch Nicolo's cheek. "I don't want to hit you over the head with a rock anymore," he admits, quietly. He feels bad, to a certain extent, for the last time he did. He smiles again, a little sly. "I can complain whenever you're being annoying, instead," he offers, playfully. Be careful what you wish for, Nicolo.
If what they've just done is any hint, then it will feel very nice, he knows that. His cheeks flush just a little to think of all there is to learn and do, and how much he wants it. That desire is something he will have to come to terms with, simply with how much it seems it could consume him.
Nicolo's eyes fall shut to the touch, exhaling with fondness and appreciation. "I was, maybe, being frustrating," he concedes, opening his eyes just so he can wink. "You could do other things to punish me, I think. Maybe deny me something I want very much," he murmurs, and slides his palm down to graze Yusuf's length.
Yusuf strokes his thumb across Nicolo's flushed cheek tenderly, smiling when he feels him lean into the touch. It still amazes him to see how tender he can finally be, and how readily Nicolo accepts it.
"On purpose?" he teases, grinning at the wink. "How rude." Yusuf knew that, he thinks. It seemed to him that Nicolo was trying to get under his skin at times, and having too easy a time of it. It's nice to see that he was right, to a certain extent. "And I was nothing but patient with you, too." That's very much a lie, and Yusuf's wry tone shows he's aware of it.
He shivers at the touch, shifting to stroke his thumb over Nicolo's lower lip instead. "I could," he allows, his voice low. "But I would be denying myself too, wouldn't I?"
Nicolo's breath catches at the touch of Yusuf's thumb, so soft and warm and perfect, and his smile is tremulous as he wonders how he can be lucky enough to deserve such things. "It would be denying both of us the pleasure. I suppose we will need to find new ways," he murmurs, his voice rough with wanting and longing and emotion.
"Tonight, will you stay with me? Sleep curled around me? It is all I have wanted for months, without being able to tell you."
"We can find new ways," Yusuf agrees, readily. He's sure of it. Not every interaction they have needs to be an argument or a fight. It will be a novel development in their relationship, certainly, but Yusuf is confident they will manage. Especially now that he can just kiss Nicolo instead of punching him.
"Have you?" he asks, openly surprised both that Nicolo did and that he's willing to admit it. "Nicolo, I will stay with you every night," he says with great feeling, cupping Nicolo's face to give him a soft, lingering kiss. "I will hold you every night," he vows, his eyes dark and tender. "Even if we do argue. This I can promise."
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He snorts, giving Nicolo an amused look at the suggestion, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I think I've had enough rocks to last me for an eternity," Yusuf agrees, tilting his head to the side. "We could still use our bodies, though," he teases, waggling his eyebrows. He grins but his tone gets more serious after a second, more genuine. "You can talk to me, Nicolo. I'm always listening."
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It takes a moment to settle, but finally, he is there.
"I need for you to tell me when I'm getting on your nerves, so we can understand how to live that way, instead of you beating me over the head. I think that will be a big step forward, no?"
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He hums, reaching out to touch Nicolo's cheek. "I don't want to hit you over the head with a rock anymore," he admits, quietly. He feels bad, to a certain extent, for the last time he did. He smiles again, a little sly. "I can complain whenever you're being annoying, instead," he offers, playfully. Be careful what you wish for, Nicolo.
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Nicolo's eyes fall shut to the touch, exhaling with fondness and appreciation. "I was, maybe, being frustrating," he concedes, opening his eyes just so he can wink. "You could do other things to punish me, I think. Maybe deny me something I want very much," he murmurs, and slides his palm down to graze Yusuf's length.
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"On purpose?" he teases, grinning at the wink. "How rude." Yusuf knew that, he thinks. It seemed to him that Nicolo was trying to get under his skin at times, and having too easy a time of it. It's nice to see that he was right, to a certain extent. "And I was nothing but patient with you, too." That's very much a lie, and Yusuf's wry tone shows he's aware of it.
He shivers at the touch, shifting to stroke his thumb over Nicolo's lower lip instead. "I could," he allows, his voice low. "But I would be denying myself too, wouldn't I?"
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"Tonight, will you stay with me? Sleep curled around me? It is all I have wanted for months, without being able to tell you."
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"Have you?" he asks, openly surprised both that Nicolo did and that he's willing to admit it. "Nicolo, I will stay with you every night," he says with great feeling, cupping Nicolo's face to give him a soft, lingering kiss. "I will hold you every night," he vows, his eyes dark and tender. "Even if we do argue. This I can promise."