Yusuf's hands were once more on him and Nicolo groaned, pressing himself forward so that their bodies where tight together and Yusuf's cock was pressed hard into the muscle of his inner thigh, straddling the man as he was. A hand slid up his legs and Nicolo shivered under the touch, reaching down to pull the thin cotton from out between them so that it was no longer tangled and no longer offering any kind of resistance.

It also meant that his body was bare from the waist down and straddling Yusuf's thighs like he might drown if he let go. And really...he might.

"Then let me be touched by those flames. Touch yourself, hayati. Let me feel those flames on my skin and know that I can serve you as a husband should."