His skin was on fire. Every nerve was standing at rapt attention, begging for more. More touch, more friction, more of those silken, honey soaked words against his ear. Anything that Yusuf was willing to give him.
But he certainly didn't expect to suddenly be lifted up onto the table or for his newly announced husband to sink to his knees in front of him. Soft lips touched his legs and Nico's hips jerked up against nothing before he was able to get a hold of his control once more. His breathing came in ragged little breathes as Yusuf cleaned him up....
Then came out in a strangled bark of laughter when that bow was tied around his angry red cock. It twitched at the sensation and Nico let his head drop back in frustration, but he was able to keep himself from rocking up into it.
"Y-you spoil me, zawj. I'll wear it happily."
And he did. Unlike other lovers who wore rings of gold on their hands, Nicolo di Genova wore one of soft cloth around his cock. Not every day, of course, but after every time that he could talk his husband into taking his pleasure from his body he all but demanded it.
Time passed, their lives fell into this new level of normal for them, and things were good. Great even.
It was evening again, the sun's heat finally relaxing it's grip on Malta as Nico moved around their small kitchen, making dinner for the two of them. He hadn't worked that day, so he was home first for once, and there was a quiet ease in him that was new when Yusuf came through the door.
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But he certainly didn't expect to suddenly be lifted up onto the table or for his newly announced husband to sink to his knees in front of him. Soft lips touched his legs and Nico's hips jerked up against nothing before he was able to get a hold of his control once more. His breathing came in ragged little breathes as Yusuf cleaned him up....
Then came out in a strangled bark of laughter when that bow was tied around his angry red cock. It twitched at the sensation and Nico let his head drop back in frustration, but he was able to keep himself from rocking up into it.
"Y-you spoil me, zawj. I'll wear it happily."
And he did. Unlike other lovers who wore rings of gold on their hands, Nicolo di Genova wore one of soft cloth around his cock. Not every day, of course, but after every time that he could talk his husband into taking his pleasure from his body he all but demanded it.
Time passed, their lives fell into this new level of normal for them, and things were good. Great even.
It was evening again, the sun's heat finally relaxing it's grip on Malta as Nico moved around their small kitchen, making dinner for the two of them. He hadn't worked that day, so he was home first for once, and there was a quiet ease in him that was new when Yusuf came through the door.
"Is that you?"