Yusuf straightened and took his face in his hands and Nicolo wrapped his arms around him to keep himself from trembling too hard. The sudden whiplash of emotions coursing through him was intense and a little surreal and his mind was having trouble sorting through everything to figure out exactly what he should be feeling.
In the end, he gave up trying to figure it out in favor of simply returning those kisses and burying his face in Yusuf's neck so that he could at least keep his tears quiet as he lost control of them. Not that Yusuf would judge him on it, of course, but it was a habit born of their time...and of the house that Nicolo had grown up in, not that he'd told Yusuf a whole lot about it.
"I love you, Yusuf al-Kaysani. Even if you are a stupid, stupid man who could possibly think that I could ever leave you. I love God. He knows that and I will always love Him, but you are my husband. You are my life."
He stayed like that for a good long moment before he finally pulled back a little, hurriedly wiping his eyes on his tunic before looking back at the man. He'd spotted something that was a little tragic.
Yusuf looked over at the dough on the floor and barked a laugh. "Forget the dough." He surged forward and kissed Nicolo hard, one arm a brace around his waist and the other buried in his hair. It wasn't a new position for him to have the other in but, this time, it seemed all the more intimate. Their bodies were pressed fully together and there was nothing but clothing between them. Nothing but layers. The insurmountable Vow that had cloaked Nicolo for so long was peeled away.
He truly belonged to him, now.
Yusuf trailed his lips to the salty skin of Nicolo's cheeks. He kissed away any of the remaining tears and brought them back to be destroyed between their mouths and with their tongues as he claimed both anew. The hand on Nicolo's waist went back under his shirt. He scratched his nails down his spine, right to the top of his pants. His hand stayed above the cloth and cupped his ass, giving it a slight squeeze before journeying back up.
His. It was all his. Yusuf was going to drown on the possibilities this opened.
"I should..." He broke off breathless and with pitch-black eyes. "I should go sit. And let you finish. Or else I will have you on that table and we will burn dinner."
He was used to his husband's hands on him. Used to the press of their bodies together as they kissed. So why now did those touches suddenly feel so much more like sparks through his body? Why did they now hold an entire world's worth of unexplored promise?
Had his chastity really denied them this much?
He shivered when Yusuf's hands cupped his ass, breaking their kisses so he could rest his head against his husband's shoulder once more, overwhelmed and breathing hard. The heavy promise in Yusuf's voice made him shiver and instead of pulling away, Nicolo shifted to press himself closer.
"We've done this so many times, my love, and yet there is a fire that runs through my body that I don't know what to do with. I..." He shivered again, a soft whine in the back of his throat as he finally found the willpower to pull himself away. He didn't say another word, just licked his lips and strode over to the fire to shove the stew away from the heat before he turned and left the kitchen entirely in favor of their bedroom.
Yusuf understood that fire. He smiled as he watched Nicolo remove the stew from the heat and then walk out of the room. He waited a moment, collecting himself and his patience for all he wanted to do with this man, and then followed.
Nicolo wouldn't get much further than the bedroom door before Yusuf was grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him into another kiss. No barriers. No need to stop or hold back. This body was his now. Fully his. His husband in every single way. Yusuf kissed to his ear and all but growled against the shell: "After all these years, my love, we have our wedding night."
He went immediately for the clothes. His own shirt ripped at the sleeve with the force of him pulling it off. Yusuf was more careful with Nicolo's but, with those gone, he was pulling the other back in roughly and licking into his mouth with abandon.
"I will take care of you," he promised between one kiss and the next. As he held Nicolo's hips and walked him backward toward their bed. "Trust me, my love. I will make this worth the wait."
The words sent a thrill through him and his hands shook a little as he helped Yusuf undress them. He'd undressed Yusuf before, of course, but the feeling of his husband undressing him? That was new and brilliant and he gasped a little as his body was bared to the evening heat.
"I feel like a fool. I've been naked with you before. I've felt your hands on my skin as you held me to find your pleasure. This isn't new, and yet I feel like I've never been touched by you before. It's overwhelming and I fear my idiocy will make you laugh.."
But even expressing his mind's inability to comprehend the signals his body was giving it didn't stop him from moaning into Yusuf's mouth and melting into those kisses with every ounce of himself.
"There is nothing in this world you could do that would make me laugh at you, husband. I know my first time with you felt overwhelming and I hadn't even been able to have you as I will now." He stroked a hand over his cheek and kissed him softly. "You are not the only one overwhelmed. We are in this together."
He smiled and pulled Nicolo flush again, holding him tight and warming him back up with the kisses and the searching touches. Slowly, he started working the other's pants down. Slow, steady movements to free him from that layer and to bare him. As his hand trailed around to get the cloth down and over Nicolo's growing hardness. As it passed there, Yusuf allowed him an indulgence he'd never had before.
He slipped his hand under the top and held Nicolo's cock in his hand. Heavy and turgid. He gave it a firm squeeze and released it before doing it again. A sluggish heartbeat rhythm. And then he went back to getting the pants off.
"Tell me what you desire, tonight. I will five you anything. Everything. We will go as far as you wish and no more."
He'd been naked in front of Yusuf before. He'd even been naked while his husband had his hands on him. But he'd never, in the almost 60 years of being with this man, had his hands on his cock before. It was enough to turn his knees to water and his blood to fire and he whimpered with every single small squeeze.
He kicked his pants off with far less patience than he'd ever had and as soon as he was steady on his feet again, his hands went to Yusuf's so that he could help strip the man in between kisses.
"You. I want you. I want everything you want to show me. We have nothing but time now, zawj."
Yusuf would rip the clothes off and burn them if it meant getting to Nicolo faster. He grinned at the familiar endearment and, once bared, pulled Nicolo to him and let their naked flesh meet all the way down. Their erections touched and that was a heavenly feeling. Anything right now would be a heavenly feeling, honestly; he had his husband and would actually have him. For the first time.
"You are so beautiful," he purred as he went to the bed and sat upon it. A good position to bring Nicolo into his arms and onto his lap. Pull him in for another kiss and nip against his lips with excited hunger. "Il mio marito bellissimo."
His hands trailed the naked expanse of his lover and tickled against his hips and rear. There was so much they could do. He just had to decide on the first one. And to assure himself of one last thing:
"You are sure, yes? I do not want you with regrets in the morning. I do not want to push this too far and have you upset. You mean everything to me. I can't hurt you."
The press of their bodies so tight together made him gasp, a short, happy sound. None of the self restraint that had been there before. No pulling his hips back so that he could cup himself and keep his body from achieving the release it so desperately wanted.
He followed Yusuf to their bed, settling over his lap with one knee to either side of him. Straddling him. Their cocks could touch with just the barest of movements and the sight made his pulse quicken and completely distracted him from the fingers that danced over his skin. He yelped out a startled laugh, his eyes jumping up from their laps to Yusuf's face, a disbelieving smile on his lips.
"You are the most beautiful man I've ever seen, Yusuf. Next to you, I am a pale reflection." He dipped his head to steal more of those sweet kisses, looping his arms around Yusuf's shoulders as he shifted forward those last few inches so that their cocks could touch in the space between them.
He shivered with his whole body and muffled a moan into his husband's shoulder.
"A moon may reflect the sun, but that doesn't make it any less beautiful, la mia luna. " He shifted his hips up at Nicolo's clear, non-verbal suggestion. Their cocks rubbed against one another, heavy and hard with their lust. Yusuf cupped Nicolo's ass and dragged him in even closer. Enough that he could shift and grind them both together in slow, drawn-out rolls of his hips.
He wanted to hear more of those moans.
Distantly, his mind went to supplies. They didn't make love so Yusuf never worried about any sort of slick. In the house they didn't have much. Lantern oil would be foul. Water, from experience, was not a good lubricant over time. He needed some sort of oil. Like maybe... Oh! Olive oil! They had that! All the way in the kitchen, but still...
He pulled out of the kiss and looked at Nicolo with love and focus.
"I will make you mine. I promise. We will do so all night. But for your first time, do you wish to have your release now, before we try for more?" His hand went between them and gripped both of their cocks together to give it a slow rub, up and down. "I love you here, in my arms. I can bring you pleasure first like this. Before I raid our kitchen and..." He let the free hand on Nicolo's ass drift a little, just petting to give his husband a clearer idea.
Yusuf wanted to hear his moans, and the shifting of their bodies together granted him that wish. Normally so quiet, Nicolo was a whimpering mess against his husband's shoulder, clinging to him like he might fall apart if he let go.
If Yusuf let go of him.
He shook his head, not wanting the pleasure to end, not ready for the night to be done with something so simple...and yet, his body was saying something else entirely. He was already shaking, his cock a dark, angry red and slick with pre-cum. Each upwards stroke from Yusuf's hand drew out more and Nico's hips jerked at the sensation, a cry on his lips.
"Yusuf..."
His husband's hand roamed over his ass and the assumption there, the promise...it was enough to make him rock between Yusuf's hand.
Yusuf made the call for both of them. Nicolo would never last more than a minute if he didn't have some sort of relief soon. That didn't mean an end to their evening but it would at least take the edge off for his husband. Get that first wave of desperate pleasure over with so they had the rest of the night to build it back up and enjoy it for far longer.
"I have you," he promised, holding Nicolo close and speeding his hand up just a little. He nuzzled at his jaw to tilt his head and press kisses to the skin. "It's okay. You can let go. I have you."
He was smiling and looking at his husband as though he still hung the sun and moon in the sky every day. Like he had never seen anything more glorious in his whole life. Indeed he hadn't.
"This is just the start, maio. Just the beginning. Let yourself enjoy it."
Nicolo di Genova was a patient man. He was willful and self-restrained. He fought his body every step of the way and forced it to do as he wanted, not what his base desires screamed at him to do. He'd spent the better part of 60 years denying himself the love of his life.
He was also a man who'd never once allowed himself to touch himself like this. He'd had an orgasm before, of course, but it was always the result of a too racy dream and happened before he'd been awake enough to stop himself. His willpower was a force in and of itself....but in this, he was no better than a boy just beginning to learn what that part of his body was for.
Yusuf's hand sped up and Nicolo let out a ragged moan as he felt a strange hollowness start in his belly and spread downwards. His nerves stood on end and everything trembled and he came with a genuinely startled sob, his body rocking with the force of it, his breathing just short, hard pants against his husband's neck. All the strength drained from him, leaving him supple and pliant in Yusuf's lap, trembling with aftershocks and whispering Yusuf's name over and over again with the same reverent tone that he'd previously only used for his God.
Yusuf had never seen this look on his husband's face. He was gorgeous in his passion. All tension and gasps until it drained away in a rush. To avoid oversensitivity, Yusuf stopped touching him as soon as he spilled and just held him through his bliss. He pressed kisses all along Nicolo's cheek and brow, allowing him a moment of recovery. Kissing his lips after hearing his name spoken so softly and sweetly from them.
"There...that's it." He rolled them a bit so Nicolo could be on his back, under Yusuf this time. He arranged them there for a short rest as Yusuf continued kissing along every inch of flesh he could get to. Just letting Nicolo come to terms with what he'd just done. What it meant for him and for the both of them.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured between kisses. "You're so beautiful. So incredible. My husband is beyond comparison. I am so blessed to have you."
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..."
He laughed at the pats to his face. Like Nicolo was so out of his body that he couldn't even control his hand enough to do it properly. At his words he only laughed harder and shook his head. Of course Nicolo would think something like that.
"I am saying those things because they are true. And they are part of the reason why I married you. But only part, my love. The list could go on for days and days. A never-ending poem that covered every inch of your body and then the endless font of love and beauty inside..."
Yeah. He was a poet. But only when inspired. Sadly, Nicolo inspired him just by breathing. He smiled warm and kissed his husband's lips slowly.
His blush was back, which was annoying, but it just blended in with how flushed he was anyway, which made it slightly less annoying. The hand that was patting at Yusuf's face felt it's way down so that he could press his still trembling fingers against them.
"Your words are too beautiful to waste them on me right now, my husband. My mind is too full of the feel of you to hear them."
His hand dropped as Yusuf kissed him and he whimpered softly into it. He let his eyes close as they parted, content and relaxed and all but boneless.
"The only way I could be better is to feel you finding your pleasure in my body..."
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Date: 2020-08-15 05:05 am (UTC)In the end, he gave up trying to figure it out in favor of simply returning those kisses and burying his face in Yusuf's neck so that he could at least keep his tears quiet as he lost control of them. Not that Yusuf would judge him on it, of course, but it was a habit born of their time...and of the house that Nicolo had grown up in, not that he'd told Yusuf a whole lot about it.
"I love you, Yusuf al-Kaysani. Even if you are a stupid, stupid man who could possibly think that I could ever leave you. I love God. He knows that and I will always love Him, but you are my husband. You are my life."
He stayed like that for a good long moment before he finally pulled back a little, hurriedly wiping his eyes on his tunic before looking back at the man. He'd spotted something that was a little tragic.
"I dropped the dough."
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Date: 2020-08-15 04:32 pm (UTC)He truly belonged to him, now.
Yusuf trailed his lips to the salty skin of Nicolo's cheeks. He kissed away any of the remaining tears and brought them back to be destroyed between their mouths and with their tongues as he claimed both anew. The hand on Nicolo's waist went back under his shirt. He scratched his nails down his spine, right to the top of his pants. His hand stayed above the cloth and cupped his ass, giving it a slight squeeze before journeying back up.
His. It was all his. Yusuf was going to drown on the possibilities this opened.
"I should..." He broke off breathless and with pitch-black eyes. "I should go sit. And let you finish. Or else I will have you on that table and we will burn dinner."
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Date: 2020-08-15 05:54 pm (UTC)Had his chastity really denied them this much?
He shivered when Yusuf's hands cupped his ass, breaking their kisses so he could rest his head against his husband's shoulder once more, overwhelmed and breathing hard. The heavy promise in Yusuf's voice made him shiver and instead of pulling away, Nicolo shifted to press himself closer.
"We've done this so many times, my love, and yet there is a fire that runs through my body that I don't know what to do with. I..." He shivered again, a soft whine in the back of his throat as he finally found the willpower to pull himself away. He didn't say another word, just licked his lips and strode over to the fire to shove the stew away from the heat before he turned and left the kitchen entirely in favor of their bedroom.
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Date: 2020-08-15 06:51 pm (UTC)Nicolo wouldn't get much further than the bedroom door before Yusuf was grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him into another kiss. No barriers. No need to stop or hold back. This body was his now. Fully his. His husband in every single way. Yusuf kissed to his ear and all but growled against the shell: "After all these years, my love, we have our wedding night."
He went immediately for the clothes. His own shirt ripped at the sleeve with the force of him pulling it off. Yusuf was more careful with Nicolo's but, with those gone, he was pulling the other back in roughly and licking into his mouth with abandon.
"I will take care of you," he promised between one kiss and the next. As he held Nicolo's hips and walked him backward toward their bed. "Trust me, my love. I will make this worth the wait."
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Date: 2020-08-15 09:13 pm (UTC)The words sent a thrill through him and his hands shook a little as he helped Yusuf undress them. He'd undressed Yusuf before, of course, but the feeling of his husband undressing him? That was new and brilliant and he gasped a little as his body was bared to the evening heat.
"I feel like a fool. I've been naked with you before. I've felt your hands on my skin as you held me to find your pleasure. This isn't new, and yet I feel like I've never been touched by you before. It's overwhelming and I fear my idiocy will make you laugh.."
But even expressing his mind's inability to comprehend the signals his body was giving it didn't stop him from moaning into Yusuf's mouth and melting into those kisses with every ounce of himself.
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Date: 2020-08-15 10:19 pm (UTC)He smiled and pulled Nicolo flush again, holding him tight and warming him back up with the kisses and the searching touches. Slowly, he started working the other's pants down. Slow, steady movements to free him from that layer and to bare him. As his hand trailed around to get the cloth down and over Nicolo's growing hardness. As it passed there, Yusuf allowed him an indulgence he'd never had before.
He slipped his hand under the top and held Nicolo's cock in his hand. Heavy and turgid. He gave it a firm squeeze and released it before doing it again. A sluggish heartbeat rhythm. And then he went back to getting the pants off.
"Tell me what you desire, tonight. I will five you anything. Everything. We will go as far as you wish and no more."
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Date: 2020-08-19 03:33 pm (UTC)He kicked his pants off with far less patience than he'd ever had and as soon as he was steady on his feet again, his hands went to Yusuf's so that he could help strip the man in between kisses.
"You. I want you. I want everything you want to show me. We have nothing but time now, zawj."
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Date: 2020-08-19 09:31 pm (UTC)"You are so beautiful," he purred as he went to the bed and sat upon it. A good position to bring Nicolo into his arms and onto his lap. Pull him in for another kiss and nip against his lips with excited hunger. "Il mio marito bellissimo."
His hands trailed the naked expanse of his lover and tickled against his hips and rear. There was so much they could do. He just had to decide on the first one. And to assure himself of one last thing:
"You are sure, yes? I do not want you with regrets in the morning. I do not want to push this too far and have you upset. You mean everything to me. I can't hurt you."
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Date: 2020-08-20 05:19 am (UTC)He followed Yusuf to their bed, settling over his lap with one knee to either side of him. Straddling him. Their cocks could touch with just the barest of movements and the sight made his pulse quicken and completely distracted him from the fingers that danced over his skin. He yelped out a startled laugh, his eyes jumping up from their laps to Yusuf's face, a disbelieving smile on his lips.
"You are the most beautiful man I've ever seen, Yusuf. Next to you, I am a pale reflection." He dipped his head to steal more of those sweet kisses, looping his arms around Yusuf's shoulders as he shifted forward those last few inches so that their cocks could touch in the space between them.
He shivered with his whole body and muffled a moan into his husband's shoulder.
"Please, Yusuf. I want to be yours..."
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Date: 2020-08-20 05:28 pm (UTC)He wanted to hear more of those moans.
Distantly, his mind went to supplies. They didn't make love so Yusuf never worried about any sort of slick. In the house they didn't have much. Lantern oil would be foul. Water, from experience, was not a good lubricant over time. He needed some sort of oil. Like maybe... Oh! Olive oil! They had that! All the way in the kitchen, but still...
He pulled out of the kiss and looked at Nicolo with love and focus.
"I will make you mine. I promise. We will do so all night. But for your first time, do you wish to have your release now, before we try for more?" His hand went between them and gripped both of their cocks together to give it a slow rub, up and down. "I love you here, in my arms. I can bring you pleasure first like this. Before I raid our kitchen and..." He let the free hand on Nicolo's ass drift a little, just petting to give his husband a clearer idea.
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Date: 2020-08-20 06:37 pm (UTC)If Yusuf let go of him.
He shook his head, not wanting the pleasure to end, not ready for the night to be done with something so simple...and yet, his body was saying something else entirely. He was already shaking, his cock a dark, angry red and slick with pre-cum. Each upwards stroke from Yusuf's hand drew out more and Nico's hips jerked at the sensation, a cry on his lips.
"Yusuf..."
His husband's hand roamed over his ass and the assumption there, the promise...it was enough to make him rock between Yusuf's hand.
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Date: 2020-08-21 02:08 am (UTC)"I have you," he promised, holding Nicolo close and speeding his hand up just a little. He nuzzled at his jaw to tilt his head and press kisses to the skin. "It's okay. You can let go. I have you."
He was smiling and looking at his husband as though he still hung the sun and moon in the sky every day. Like he had never seen anything more glorious in his whole life. Indeed he hadn't.
"This is just the start, maio. Just the beginning. Let yourself enjoy it."
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Date: 2020-08-22 05:06 am (UTC)He was also a man who'd never once allowed himself to touch himself like this. He'd had an orgasm before, of course, but it was always the result of a too racy dream and happened before he'd been awake enough to stop himself. His willpower was a force in and of itself....but in this, he was no better than a boy just beginning to learn what that part of his body was for.
Yusuf's hand sped up and Nicolo let out a ragged moan as he felt a strange hollowness start in his belly and spread downwards. His nerves stood on end and everything trembled and he came with a genuinely startled sob, his body rocking with the force of it, his breathing just short, hard pants against his husband's neck. All the strength drained from him, leaving him supple and pliant in Yusuf's lap, trembling with aftershocks and whispering Yusuf's name over and over again with the same reverent tone that he'd previously only used for his God.
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Date: 2020-08-23 09:49 pm (UTC)"There...that's it." He rolled them a bit so Nicolo could be on his back, under Yusuf this time. He arranged them there for a short rest as Yusuf continued kissing along every inch of flesh he could get to. Just letting Nicolo come to terms with what he'd just done. What it meant for him and for the both of them.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured between kisses. "You're so beautiful. So incredible. My husband is beyond comparison. I am so blessed to have you."
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Date: 2020-08-24 02:35 am (UTC)"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..."
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Date: 2020-08-29 10:35 pm (UTC)"I am saying those things because they are true. And they are part of the reason why I married you. But only part, my love. The list could go on for days and days. A never-ending poem that covered every inch of your body and then the endless font of love and beauty inside..."
Yeah. He was a poet. But only when inspired. Sadly, Nicolo inspired him just by breathing. He smiled warm and kissed his husband's lips slowly.
"You are alright?"
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Date: 2020-08-29 11:31 pm (UTC)"Your words are too beautiful to waste them on me right now, my husband. My mind is too full of the feel of you to hear them."
His hand dropped as Yusuf kissed him and he whimpered softly into it. He let his eyes close as they parted, content and relaxed and all but boneless.
"The only way I could be better is to feel you finding your pleasure in my body..."