Yusuf heard the cries and wanted nothing more than to push Nicolo's hand away and just make him experience the bliss that he had. But he couldn't and he knew it. But that didn't mean he couldn't do anything.

He kissed Nicolo gently and hoisted him up to set him on the table. From there he sunk to his knees and kissed up his soft leg. Up to his thigh where the mess remained. Yusuf tore a piece of cloth off of his smock and used it to wipe Nicolo clean. He smirked then as he pulled his lover's hand away from his hardness and oh so carefully turned the rag into a little bow around it.

"There. The marks may fade but now you have a reminder of what you can do to me." He is playful as he does this and absolutely expects Nicolo to laugh or call him insane, but the possessive side of him that he is growing to understand is appeased by the action. He can't claim normally so at least this.