He moaned as Yusuf's hands tightened on his hips, the touch spending sparks over his skin in a way that made his toes curl. The movement of their bodies was a dance, Nicolo responding to Yusuf by rocking forward to meet those thrusts. The friction on his cock made him cry out and for a split second he considered throwing his Vows to the wind and just letting himself be had in any way that Yusuf wanted him.

In the end, he ended up shoving his hand down between them to cup it over his own cock, denying it the sweet friction of his husband's stomach. He wanted Yusuf...but what was a vow if it was never tested? He could be this for the man straining against him and he could also keep his vow. Give God a sacrifice of his love for Him, suffer such flames and yet deny himself in His name.

The hand that wasn't keeping himself chaste threaded into thick, dark curls and Nicolo kissed his husband hard, licking his mouth open to make him swallow the whines and whimpers that were dragged from his throat with every hitch of their hips.