Yusuf painted his skin with his passion and Nico jerked as if it burned him, crying out again. His cock throbbed under his hand and his skin felt tight and stretched, like he'd been sitting too close to the fire. He shook almost as much as the man he straddled, and that was enough to make him tip forward, pressing his face against the side of Yusuf's neck to muffle a moan.

"Yours. I am yours. I love you."

The marks that Yusuf had made on his body ached in the sweetest of ways and he whined when he felt them start to fade, cursing his immortality for the first time in a long while.

"Damn my body." He didn't even hesitate before the curse left his lips. "I want to feel your marks on my skin, feel the ache of your hands on my hips. I want to leave the house tomorrow with you written into every part of me, secret and safe under my clothes..."