He felt himself being shifted, felt the straw tick of their bed dip under his weight. Yusuf was above him, holding him and petting him and Nicolo used those soft touches to come down from the heights his pleasure had thrown him. He shivered slightly, the action having nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with the sensations still rolling through his body. After a moment, he managed a weak laugh as he patted Yusuf's face with a clumsy hand.

"Stop, you poet. You're only saying these things because you are married to me." But he was smiling, looking up at his husband with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. "It is I who is the one blessed..."