Yusuf's own hand moves down to the rip in Nicolo's clothes. The skin is mended and healed. As perfect as it ever is. "You are whole," he repeats before leaning up and kissing the other man once more. Slow and deep. There are so many ways to kiss and Yusuf wants to show him every one.
"You are whole and so am I."
He hums at the scratches to his head and the feeling of Nicolo so close to him. Absently, Yusuf just nuzzles against the skin of his jaw and cheek, breathing his love in and feeling the warmth of his skin. But they can't stay like this forever. They are in the middle of a bloodbath on a popular road. More criminals can be on their way, not to mention lay people who would see their affection and spew hatred for it.
He sighs and stands up, extending his hands to help Nicolo up. "Come. We are close to the next town. We can get a room there for the night and wash. Get you some new clothes." He chances a smile and moves closer.
"Get you out of these, perhaps? Only if you desire it. We have all the time in the world, habibi."
The touch is making Nicolo shiver slightly, breathing out raggedly as he stares at Yusuf's fingers so near to his flesh, healed as it is. It's more than he knows how to deal with when his body is already sending him a massive sign that he wants.
If Yusuf were to slide his hand lower, he would see that. Instantly.
Taking Yusuf's hand, he wills himself to calm down as he pulls himself to his feet, giving him a grateful nod as he brushes his hands over his clothes, though it does nothing. They are still bloodied, ripped, and dirty. "I would very much like to find a room and tidy myself. Or, perhaps, allow you to tidy me," he offers, with a hopeful glint in his eye.
Yusuf smiles both at the offer and at the clear sign of Nicolo's interest. Their clothes can't hide much and it is a comforting thing to see someone harboring desire for you. As soon as Nicolo is on his feet, Yusuf pulls him close and kisses him once more. Something soft and tender that promises things to come.
During the fighting, their horses took off. It's the problem with new mares that haven't bonded with their riders. They will need new ones when they get where they are going which will mean money. Money they have, certainly, but not that he is overly willing to spend.
He eyes the bodies on the ground and starts looking for purses to take. That and his sword still embedded in the man who had tried to take Nicolo from him. He takes it out roughly and uses the man's leg to clean it off before grabbing his purse. It feels heavy. "This is likely enough for a nice room. Private." That might now be a necessity for the two of them. The idea of it makes his blood sing. "We'll need new horses and replenish the supplies they ran off with. But all that can wait."
He walks back to Nicolo and slinks a hand under his shirt to spread against his heart.
"Tell me, priest. Have you had someone...tidy you...before?"
Nicolo blushes. Even with his beard and moustache, it's not enough to hide the furious red of his cheeks when he sees that Yusuf has clearly seen his interest, but at least he's not letting that cloud his offer or rescinding it.
Chin high, he stands by it, and is quickly rewarded with a kiss that has him aching for more. He nearly trips on his toe trying to seek out more, but the proximity of the busy road stops him.
His eyes light up for the coin that Yusuf has liberated, grateful that their attackers have seen fit to provide them with something so kind. Of course, then Yusuf has to go and make him blush again. "I am thirty," he protests (he's older, but he'd died at thirty). "And I was a priest before, no one has tidied me. I would have thought my fumbling kisses told you that," he says ruefully.
"I noticed nothing in your kisses except for how sweet you taste," he says with a grin as he liberates two more purses. As though to prove it, he tucks them both away and uses his freed hands to hold Nicoló's waist as he leans to kiss him again. He's already addicted to this taste.
"Come," he finally sighs. "Without horses it will take an hour to make it. Just before nightfall."
He takes Nicoló's hand in his own and starts the long walk. It's only a few steps before he returns to the previous topic, voice low even though they are alone.
"There are... Many ways a man can be with another man. I don't expect you to know them unless your army is far more lively than our's suspected." He squeezes Nicoló's hand at the tease.
"We don't have to do anything you don't wish to. Holding you tonight and kissing you will be a slice of heaven. More is just beyond my dreams. And I meant what I said before: we have time."
Nicolo's breath is going to be stolen away if he continues like this. He grasps at Yusuf's hand to hold tightly, almost dazed by how much he is taken by him, deeply approving of his liberation of the purses of their attackers. He viciously thinks he would have liked to have done worse, but they're dead now.
Yusuf's hands near his bare skin is an excellent distraction, one that has him sighing with content, even though his taking his hand. Only, then he has to go and bring up experience again.
Nicolo wants. That's not the problem.
"I have no experience. I am a..." He coughs, aware of his flush. "I am untouched," he thinks is the best way to describe it. "You will be the first man or woman to touch me in such a way, but I want to," he insists, his eyes blazing with determination.
It is a privilege to be one's first. Yusuf has been so in the past and has never shied from it. A partner's experience or lack there of meant little in the grand scheme. But this time... This time would be vastly different and far more significant.
"If you want it, you shall have it. Everything I can offer, Nicoló." He squeezes his hand and lifts it to press a kiss to the knuckles. "You will be the last person I shall ever know. In that way, you are like my first as well. My first and last. I choose an eternity at your side and I intend to do so faithfully."
He can't even imagine wanting to touch someone else. Yusuf admires beauty and recognizes it when it comes across him. But Nicoló is something more. How could mere beauty ever compare with him?
As they walk, other travellers join them. Yusuf has to drop Nicoló's hand since a Muslim and a Christian as friends is almost more dangerous in these parts than anyone suspecting more. Still, he walks close enough for their shoulders to brush and smiles at him often.
Nicolo breathes out shakily as his mind fills itself with so many thoughts of what Yusuf might be able to give to him. It's intoxicating and thrilling beyond explanation and he lets out a pleading little sound, hoping that the travellers near them will not hear it.
How could he have ever wanted to kill this man? His words seem capable of bringing him to his knees, in ways that Nicolo had never imagined. God could never give such beautiful words, not compared to this.
"Eternity, and he has not even bedded me," Nicolo says, buoyant with joy and delight. "Was my kiss that good?" Even with the space between them, he feels lighter than he did earlier, but he can also see the stares his clothes are getting. They see the tears, the blood, but no wound.
Perhaps he should have liberated something to wear from their enemies.
"It was breathtaking, habibi." He winks at the other man and otherwise behaves himself as they make it into the town and the stares Nicolo are getting are becoming more of an issue. The first shop they come across that has shirts gets a few coin so the bloody garment can be disposed of. He makes one more stop at an apothecary (though refuses to say for what). From there they can at least walk toward the inn without more attention than normal.
The stolen coin is able to get them a very nice room on the top floor. It is isolated and has a fireplace. The single bed is not a concern for them as they share often, as travelers must. Yusuf asks for water to be brought up for two baths and pays for that as well as wine and food.
He can't even look at Nicolo as he takes to the stairs and thrums with excitement about what is to come. Their extra items haven't come yet, so Yusuf pushes into the room and finally grins over at his friend. "Our friends have put us up in style, Nico. Do you approve?"
Nicolo snorts, because he's absolutely sure that it was far from breathtaking, but who is he to argue with that? He follows along, grateful for the coin to purchase a new shirt, pausing behind a privacy screen to slide into the new one, ruffling a hand through his hair to shake out dirt and blood and he thinks some guts.
He scrapes his nails through his beard, even more immensely grateful for Yusuf requesting baths.
It is, if Nicolo were to pick a word, romantic.
It's more romantic than he thinks he knows what to do with. Setting his sword in the corner, he wanders inside to stare at it in wonder, glancing to Yusuf only to be bowled over by the joy in his smile. His breath startles and he gapes, stupidly. "This beautiful room," he confesses, "but all I can stare at is you."
Yusuf smiles and has to stand still where he is lest he go across the room and drag Nicolo into his arms. Soon enough, though, there is a knock and water brought into their room along with a soaking tub. It is large. Larger than he would have expected. The wash basins are filled and then the tub. Soap is left on a nearby chair as well before they leave and return with platters of food. Yusuf had paid well so there is cheese, bread, fruit, and a few pieces of meat. Wine is left as well and he thanks them before closing the door and locking it.
They need privacy, now.
Yusuf smiles at Nicolo and walks slowly toward him. His hands go around his waist as he tugs him in for a kiss, finally. It is still divine. "Come," he urges, pulling Nicolo toward the wash basin by his hips. "Let me care for you."
Nicolo is telling himself to behave until he has a chance to truly enjoy Yusuf's company, watching the person at the door leave. His eye is fixed on them, but then the lock before he turns towards Yusuf's hold, angling his hips towards him.
He strolls, slowly, and lets Yusuf pull him over, but once they're there, he backs out of his touch.
"Let me," he insists, a serious look on his face as he undoes the leather belt, letting it drop to the ground with a thud. Next is the newly-purchased shirt, dropped off two fingers, and then, he bends to relieve himself of his pants and brais, once the boots are off.
When he stands again, he is bloodied and naked, but fully healed. Pushing both hands through his hair to brush it off his forehead, he stands there and waits, proud and terrified all at the same time, never having done this for anyone's approval before.
Yusuf smiles. "You deprived me of unwrapping you," he chastises without any real heat. He skims his fingertips along Nicolo's shoulders and down his chest. He stops just above his naked cock and moves them back up, smiling the whole time. "You are carved by God himself," Yusuf breathes. He leans in and presses a kiss to his lips. Soft. And then he can delay no longer.
There is a cloth he can soak in the wash basin. It is soft and glides along Nicolo's skin as Yusuf washes the blood away with gentle touches. Slowly, the skin is clearing of all imperfections. Any marring paint at all. He hums in approval.
"You are beautiful, Nicolo," he whispers close to his ear. "I am a blessed man to be touching you."
He would apologize, only, "You offered me eternity. Next time, I will tie myself up in a bow and offer myself to you as though you were God," Nicolo murmurs, still feeling his heart pulsing in his chest wildly, aware that he is on display in a way that he has never been before. It is intoxicating and amazing.
It is everything he dreamed of, but never thought it would happen. Though, when Yusuf's fingers stop before his cock, he lets out a pained and affronted grunting noise. "You would be far more blessed if you touched me everywhere," he says, aware his words are a touch cutting and petulant.
Still, he has been in such a state for too long now, and he yearns for a release.
Yusuf laughs lightly and presses kisses to the skin as he cleans it. When he gets to Nicolo's neck, he gives it a light bite before remembering that they will just heal. There is no reason to not indulge.
He cradles the other side of Nicolo's neck as he sucks on the site as much as he kisses and nips on it. His lips shift and another mark is made just below it. As he lavishes attention, his hand falls, finally, and takes Nicolo in hand.
"We have forever," he whispers huskily against his skin. "Do you need me to bring you to pleasure quickly? Feel the sensation and then let me take my time pulling you apart a second time? I want you to enjoy this. I desire what you desire, habibi."
Nicolo inhales sharply for the bite to his neck. It heals, but the sting remains, an intoxicating echo of pain when Yusuf has been responsible for slaying him multiple times. This is no more than a love bite, now, and one that has him stirring with desire and a need for more than just this. He lets his head fall to Yusuf's waiting hand, bearing the weight of it, and then finally, relief.
His hips buck forward for the touch. "You will think me mad, I think," he mumbles, "but I don't take myself in hand." It had been a devotion before, but when he'd begun travelling with Yusuf, it had become a matter of respect. He didn't touch himself so as not to insult his ally and friend.
It means that he is achingly, wildly, furiously reactive to the simple touch, and he will not last long. Yusuf's words are heady things, making him almost lightheaded.
"I desire you," he confesses. "Show me what you want to do to me, Yusuf, but know I will not last long, the first time."
Neither of them would last long. Yusuf kisses his mouth hard and wraps his arms around Nicolo's waist to bring him forward and to the soaking tub. "Get in, habibi," he coos as he takes the warm water and fills it. He has a plan of attack now and it is going to all center around Nicolo learning what his body can make him feel.
"Have you ever had your pleasure?" It is an important question. The first time for him that hadn't been half dream had almost felt like a punch to the gut. All intensity and novelty that could make someone cry out without meaning to. Yusuf needs to be prepared for whatever comes his way.
Nicolo walks with ease towards the tub, giving no resistance. He's desperate for this, but he's trying not to act it, which results in him attempting to play it cool while his body is giving off very distinctive signals otherwise.
It's a very funny dichotomy, if Nicolo were in the mood for laughter.
"I was a young man, once," he replies, almost offended. "I knew how to find pleasure before I found myself in the church." In recent days, though, there has been little of it, and never from someone else. "I often thought of others," he admits. "Usually handsome men with thick beards," he confesses, "and strong thighs, with steady calloused fingertips."
Yusuf smiles. "Sounds as though you have a very specific fantasy. I am fortunate to match the description." He winked at his lover and finished getting the water into the tub before going for rag and soap. He lathered up Nicolo's back and swung it around to his chest. Slow movements down his torso. Strokes and teases. His lips suckled marks against his neck.
"It has been awhile for you," he recognizes. "And never has someone else done this for you. I am not going to squander such a moment."
His hand goes under the water and grips Nicolo steady. He holds it for a second just to get him on board again before very slowly stroking. Building up again from where they'd been.
"I never thought of men. But if I had, they would have been you. Fierce and strong. Carved by God. Beautiful inside and out."
"I admit that I had very specific desires, even before I met you," Nicolo confesses, which makes it very suspect why he'd been so eager to kill Yusuf so quickly, as if trying to silence that part of himself. He's not doing that as much now, though, his eyes fixed on Yusuf.
He wants to see no harm come to this man, not a shred.
His breathing begins to deepen and steady, slow as he pushes it out. "Santa Maria," he gasps, blaspheming terrible for the hold Yusuf gets on him, staring at Yusuf in disbelief, not sure he believes him. "I cannot be the first," he says, shaking his head.
"First and only." He was sure of it. He kissed Nicolo's temple and then back to his neck. His hand moved nice and steady. Nice and strong. No need to rush but also no need to draw it out when he was already so wound up. He exhaled against Nicolo's ear and nipped at the lobe.
"We are going to discover everything about each other tonight," he promised in a low voice. "I am going to learn every spot that gives you pleasure. Every way that I can touch you and lead you to bliss." Yusuf turned his head to kiss him gently. His hand sped up just a little.
"I will be your first and your only as well. You will never want for anything with me, Nicolo. I swear."
It is still so strange to have Yusuf's hands on him in such a gentle way. He's used to them strangling him, pinning him down, wounding him, but never this gentle or soft. Never this tender, and never this tempting and teasing.
He is minutes away from yanking Yusuf into the tub with him, but he doesn't dare move for the pleasure he's giving him. Nicolo's mouth is parted, soft moans escaping as he gasps, rocking his hips into Yusuf's hand. "I do want," he manages, gaping at Yusuf. "I want you in this water with me. I want to feed you cheese and wine. I want to kiss you. I want to come all over you."
Yusuf paused a moment because that wasn't exactly in the plan. But at the same time, why couldn't it be? How could he deny Nicolo a single thing that he wanted? His job now and forever would be to care for the man he loved and to answer each and every one of his desires. That could start now.
He pulled back, kissing Nicolo's cheek in apology for the lack of contact. He was quick though, stripping off his own clothing and carefully inching himself into the warm water. From there he smiled as he pulled Nicolo toward him and turned so his back could be pressed to Yusuf's chest. The best position to keep stroking him from.
"I will give you anything you want, my love," he swore. "I will take the moon from the sky for you. Anything. Anything at all."
Nicolo's smile began to widen with every piece of clothing that came off. Every fabric that hit the ground instead of on Yusuf made him shiver with excitement, but then he crawled into the water with him, robbing him of that perfect view.
Luckily, he made up for it instantly by pressing up against him, which had his heart stop in his chest.
"Then pinch me," he coaxes. "I still don't believe that this is not some elaborate dream that I am having."
"I will never again cause you pain," he promised. "Not even a pinch. But I can prove it is all real in other ways, darling."
He kissed along Nicolo's neck, nipping at the skin as he went. Small pin-pricks of pain and pleasure mixing. Of a counterpoint to the strokes of his hand as he squeezed and continued to pump the other's cock. He sped it up just a little. Teased his fingertips over the tip. All the small, little touches that could drive a man wild with pleasure.
"You are so beautiful. So perfect. I wish I could hold you here for the rest of my life."
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"You are whole and so am I."
He hums at the scratches to his head and the feeling of Nicolo so close to him. Absently, Yusuf just nuzzles against the skin of his jaw and cheek, breathing his love in and feeling the warmth of his skin. But they can't stay like this forever. They are in the middle of a bloodbath on a popular road. More criminals can be on their way, not to mention lay people who would see their affection and spew hatred for it.
He sighs and stands up, extending his hands to help Nicolo up. "Come. We are close to the next town. We can get a room there for the night and wash. Get you some new clothes." He chances a smile and moves closer.
"Get you out of these, perhaps? Only if you desire it. We have all the time in the world, habibi."
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If Yusuf were to slide his hand lower, he would see that. Instantly.
Taking Yusuf's hand, he wills himself to calm down as he pulls himself to his feet, giving him a grateful nod as he brushes his hands over his clothes, though it does nothing. They are still bloodied, ripped, and dirty. "I would very much like to find a room and tidy myself. Or, perhaps, allow you to tidy me," he offers, with a hopeful glint in his eye.
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During the fighting, their horses took off. It's the problem with new mares that haven't bonded with their riders. They will need new ones when they get where they are going which will mean money. Money they have, certainly, but not that he is overly willing to spend.
He eyes the bodies on the ground and starts looking for purses to take. That and his sword still embedded in the man who had tried to take Nicolo from him. He takes it out roughly and uses the man's leg to clean it off before grabbing his purse. It feels heavy. "This is likely enough for a nice room. Private." That might now be a necessity for the two of them. The idea of it makes his blood sing. "We'll need new horses and replenish the supplies they ran off with. But all that can wait."
He walks back to Nicolo and slinks a hand under his shirt to spread against his heart.
"Tell me, priest. Have you had someone...tidy you...before?"
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Chin high, he stands by it, and is quickly rewarded with a kiss that has him aching for more. He nearly trips on his toe trying to seek out more, but the proximity of the busy road stops him.
His eyes light up for the coin that Yusuf has liberated, grateful that their attackers have seen fit to provide them with something so kind. Of course, then Yusuf has to go and make him blush again. "I am thirty," he protests (he's older, but he'd died at thirty). "And I was a priest before, no one has tidied me. I would have thought my fumbling kisses told you that," he says ruefully.
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"Come," he finally sighs. "Without horses it will take an hour to make it. Just before nightfall."
He takes Nicoló's hand in his own and starts the long walk. It's only a few steps before he returns to the previous topic, voice low even though they are alone.
"There are... Many ways a man can be with another man. I don't expect you to know them unless your army is far more lively than our's suspected." He squeezes Nicoló's hand at the tease.
"We don't have to do anything you don't wish to. Holding you tonight and kissing you will be a slice of heaven. More is just beyond my dreams. And I meant what I said before: we have time."
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Yusuf's hands near his bare skin is an excellent distraction, one that has him sighing with content, even though his taking his hand. Only, then he has to go and bring up experience again.
Nicolo wants. That's not the problem.
"I have no experience. I am a..." He coughs, aware of his flush. "I am untouched," he thinks is the best way to describe it. "You will be the first man or woman to touch me in such a way, but I want to," he insists, his eyes blazing with determination.
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"If you want it, you shall have it. Everything I can offer, Nicoló." He squeezes his hand and lifts it to press a kiss to the knuckles. "You will be the last person I shall ever know. In that way, you are like my first as well. My first and last. I choose an eternity at your side and I intend to do so faithfully."
He can't even imagine wanting to touch someone else. Yusuf admires beauty and recognizes it when it comes across him. But Nicoló is something more. How could mere beauty ever compare with him?
As they walk, other travellers join them. Yusuf has to drop Nicoló's hand since a Muslim and a Christian as friends is almost more dangerous in these parts than anyone suspecting more. Still, he walks close enough for their shoulders to brush and smiles at him often.
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How could he have ever wanted to kill this man? His words seem capable of bringing him to his knees, in ways that Nicolo had never imagined. God could never give such beautiful words, not compared to this.
"Eternity, and he has not even bedded me," Nicolo says, buoyant with joy and delight. "Was my kiss that good?" Even with the space between them, he feels lighter than he did earlier, but he can also see the stares his clothes are getting. They see the tears, the blood, but no wound.
Perhaps he should have liberated something to wear from their enemies.
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The stolen coin is able to get them a very nice room on the top floor. It is isolated and has a fireplace. The single bed is not a concern for them as they share often, as travelers must. Yusuf asks for water to be brought up for two baths and pays for that as well as wine and food.
He can't even look at Nicolo as he takes to the stairs and thrums with excitement about what is to come. Their extra items haven't come yet, so Yusuf pushes into the room and finally grins over at his friend. "Our friends have put us up in style, Nico. Do you approve?"
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He scrapes his nails through his beard, even more immensely grateful for Yusuf requesting baths.
It is, if Nicolo were to pick a word, romantic.
It's more romantic than he thinks he knows what to do with. Setting his sword in the corner, he wanders inside to stare at it in wonder, glancing to Yusuf only to be bowled over by the joy in his smile. His breath startles and he gapes, stupidly. "This beautiful room," he confesses, "but all I can stare at is you."
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They need privacy, now.
Yusuf smiles at Nicolo and walks slowly toward him. His hands go around his waist as he tugs him in for a kiss, finally. It is still divine. "Come," he urges, pulling Nicolo toward the wash basin by his hips. "Let me care for you."
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He strolls, slowly, and lets Yusuf pull him over, but once they're there, he backs out of his touch.
"Let me," he insists, a serious look on his face as he undoes the leather belt, letting it drop to the ground with a thud. Next is the newly-purchased shirt, dropped off two fingers, and then, he bends to relieve himself of his pants and brais, once the boots are off.
When he stands again, he is bloodied and naked, but fully healed. Pushing both hands through his hair to brush it off his forehead, he stands there and waits, proud and terrified all at the same time, never having done this for anyone's approval before.
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There is a cloth he can soak in the wash basin. It is soft and glides along Nicolo's skin as Yusuf washes the blood away with gentle touches. Slowly, the skin is clearing of all imperfections. Any marring paint at all. He hums in approval.
"You are beautiful, Nicolo," he whispers close to his ear. "I am a blessed man to be touching you."
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He would apologize, only, "You offered me eternity. Next time, I will tie myself up in a bow and offer myself to you as though you were God," Nicolo murmurs, still feeling his heart pulsing in his chest wildly, aware that he is on display in a way that he has never been before. It is intoxicating and amazing.
It is everything he dreamed of, but never thought it would happen. Though, when Yusuf's fingers stop before his cock, he lets out a pained and affronted grunting noise. "You would be far more blessed if you touched me everywhere," he says, aware his words are a touch cutting and petulant.
Still, he has been in such a state for too long now, and he yearns for a release.
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He cradles the other side of Nicolo's neck as he sucks on the site as much as he kisses and nips on it. His lips shift and another mark is made just below it. As he lavishes attention, his hand falls, finally, and takes Nicolo in hand.
"We have forever," he whispers huskily against his skin. "Do you need me to bring you to pleasure quickly? Feel the sensation and then let me take my time pulling you apart a second time? I want you to enjoy this. I desire what you desire, habibi."
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His hips buck forward for the touch. "You will think me mad, I think," he mumbles, "but I don't take myself in hand." It had been a devotion before, but when he'd begun travelling with Yusuf, it had become a matter of respect. He didn't touch himself so as not to insult his ally and friend.
It means that he is achingly, wildly, furiously reactive to the simple touch, and he will not last long. Yusuf's words are heady things, making him almost lightheaded.
"I desire you," he confesses. "Show me what you want to do to me, Yusuf, but know I will not last long, the first time."
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"Have you ever had your pleasure?" It is an important question. The first time for him that hadn't been half dream had almost felt like a punch to the gut. All intensity and novelty that could make someone cry out without meaning to. Yusuf needs to be prepared for whatever comes his way.
"Awake, I mean. Dreams are always different."
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It's a very funny dichotomy, if Nicolo were in the mood for laughter.
"I was a young man, once," he replies, almost offended. "I knew how to find pleasure before I found myself in the church." In recent days, though, there has been little of it, and never from someone else. "I often thought of others," he admits. "Usually handsome men with thick beards," he confesses, "and strong thighs, with steady calloused fingertips."
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"It has been awhile for you," he recognizes. "And never has someone else done this for you. I am not going to squander such a moment."
His hand goes under the water and grips Nicolo steady. He holds it for a second just to get him on board again before very slowly stroking. Building up again from where they'd been.
"I never thought of men. But if I had, they would have been you. Fierce and strong. Carved by God. Beautiful inside and out."
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He wants to see no harm come to this man, not a shred.
His breathing begins to deepen and steady, slow as he pushes it out. "Santa Maria," he gasps, blaspheming terrible for the hold Yusuf gets on him, staring at Yusuf in disbelief, not sure he believes him. "I cannot be the first," he says, shaking his head.
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"We are going to discover everything about each other tonight," he promised in a low voice. "I am going to learn every spot that gives you pleasure. Every way that I can touch you and lead you to bliss." Yusuf turned his head to kiss him gently. His hand sped up just a little.
"I will be your first and your only as well. You will never want for anything with me, Nicolo. I swear."
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He is minutes away from yanking Yusuf into the tub with him, but he doesn't dare move for the pleasure he's giving him. Nicolo's mouth is parted, soft moans escaping as he gasps, rocking his hips into Yusuf's hand. "I do want," he manages, gaping at Yusuf. "I want you in this water with me. I want to feed you cheese and wine. I want to kiss you. I want to come all over you."
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He pulled back, kissing Nicolo's cheek in apology for the lack of contact. He was quick though, stripping off his own clothing and carefully inching himself into the warm water. From there he smiled as he pulled Nicolo toward him and turned so his back could be pressed to Yusuf's chest. The best position to keep stroking him from.
"I will give you anything you want, my love," he swore. "I will take the moon from the sky for you. Anything. Anything at all."
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Luckily, he made up for it instantly by pressing up against him, which had his heart stop in his chest.
"Then pinch me," he coaxes. "I still don't believe that this is not some elaborate dream that I am having."
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He kissed along Nicolo's neck, nipping at the skin as he went. Small pin-pricks of pain and pleasure mixing. Of a counterpoint to the strokes of his hand as he squeezed and continued to pump the other's cock. He sped it up just a little. Teased his fingertips over the tip. All the small, little touches that could drive a man wild with pleasure.
"You are so beautiful. So perfect. I wish I could hold you here for the rest of my life."
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Sorry! Work was awful!
Totally understand!