Husband. Husband. They had been for all this time in so many ways but the word had never come. Yusuf had never felt like a husband to Nicolo. A partner, certainly. A love, of course. But this was more. This was being a lover in the only way they could. Finding pleasure in each other and their bodies.
Nicolo was right. There was no way this could be sinful. This was one of the purest and most beautiful moments of his life.
"Husband," he growled with a thrust of his hips upward. It was instinct. After so long he was amazed he still had some. His hands went to Nicolo's hips and pinned them down hard so he couldn't move. It allowed Yusuf to thrust again. Roll his own hips. Get the friction he wanted against Nicolo's leg and the juncture where it met his hip. After all this time it was heaven. The tip already smeared pre-come on Nicolo's skin.
This wouldn't last long.
"I love you," he said before a hard kiss. "I love you more each day. My angelo. Amore. Marito..."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
flatlanders
no subject
Date: 2020-08-14 04:14 am (UTC)Nicolo was right. There was no way this could be sinful. This was one of the purest and most beautiful moments of his life.
"Husband," he growled with a thrust of his hips upward. It was instinct. After so long he was amazed he still had some. His hands went to Nicolo's hips and pinned them down hard so he couldn't move. It allowed Yusuf to thrust again. Roll his own hips. Get the friction he wanted against Nicolo's leg and the juncture where it met his hip. After all this time it was heaven. The tip already smeared pre-come on Nicolo's skin.
This wouldn't last long.
"I love you," he said before a hard kiss. "I love you more each day. My angelo. Amore. Marito..."