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."
"Not even if I were to beg?" he asks, his voice low, but his intent clear that he would offer Yusuf a thousand pleas to get what he wanted. And then, as if to play unfairly, Yusuf called him darling and Nicolo's entire brain shut down.
His body rocks into Yusuf's touch, echoing darling in his head, again and again. Darling, he'd said. Darling.
Every touch, every kiss, it is heaven-sent, and Yusuf is his angel. "And what is stopping you?" Nicolo breathlessly challenges, given that he has already given his life to Yusuf.
"I would deny you nothing," he swore against Nicolo's neck and against his lips. He meant it, too. If Nicolo wanted anything in Yusuf's power to give, he would get it. If he had a way of satisfying every single desire of his heart, he would live happily serving that purpose and no other.
Nicolo was his world. His mission. His sun in the sky that gave him life.
Yusuf moved his hand faster and kissed along his neck. "Nothing stops me. I will hold you in these arms until my last day. From this point on, I am yours and you are mine. I will take care of you until the world ends, my love. And even then, longer."
Nicky is already whining and panting desperately, unable to stop himself. It has been such a long time since he has even experiences such pleasures, being a man of the cloth and completely vowed to chastity. Not to mention, he has Yusuf touching him, a man who he has long pined for, and he finds himself utterly at his mercies and whims, breathing out his name raggedly.
"Y-Yusuf," he pleads, and rocks his hips frantically into his touch, needing him more than words can say. Even his noises are filled with a new desperation, and he is breathless and desperate. "Make me," he pleads. "Make me come, seal the promise."
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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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His body rocks into Yusuf's touch, echoing darling in his head, again and again. Darling, he'd said. Darling.
Every touch, every kiss, it is heaven-sent, and Yusuf is his angel. "And what is stopping you?" Nicolo breathlessly challenges, given that he has already given his life to Yusuf.
Sorry! Work was awful!
Nicolo was his world. His mission. His sun in the sky that gave him life.
Yusuf moved his hand faster and kissed along his neck. "Nothing stops me. I will hold you in these arms until my last day. From this point on, I am yours and you are mine. I will take care of you until the world ends, my love. And even then, longer."
Totally understand!
"Y-Yusuf," he pleads, and rocks his hips frantically into his touch, needing him more than words can say. Even his noises are filled with a new desperation, and he is breathless and desperate. "Make me," he pleads. "Make me come, seal the promise."