Yusuf almost lost it at the sound of Nicolo's cry. The sweet sound he had yet to truly experience. His kisses turned aggressive after that and as he felt Nicolo keeping himself from any additional pleasure. Yusuf's teeth dug into lips and neck and shoulder. His blunted nails left marks of desperation on his hips. Crescent moons scattered across the pale skin of his own moon. His sun. The only light that breaks over him and that ever would.

"I want to hear you cry my name," he confessed in his passion. "I dream... I dream of you beneath me. I dream of having you in every way."

His cock jumped as it rubbed into the tight space between hip and thigh. Yusuf pushed his hand down to close it off and thrust into it. His breathing became erratic and shallow as the end approached.

"I love you. Husband. Lover." He kissed Nicolo's mouth messily before it opened in a loud shout and he climaxed hard, letting it mark and claim Nicolo's bare skin. He shuddered with it. Went blind with it. Could barely breathe. But when he could, all Yusuf could do was pull Nicolo into a kiss and whisper out:

"Mine. No other above you."