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: 2020-08-21 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..."