Chasing a bit of brine along the bones of his wrist, Nico sucked it free of his skin before replacing the lid to the crock and setting it and it's precious contents onto the table. He loved olives and was excited to share them with his other half for their evening meal, but anything more than one would be an indulgence. Instead he took up his cup, cradling it in his hands with a contented smile on his lips between sips.
"I did. It did not start that way, but after the worst of the mess was cleaned, it improved. And what of your day, habibi? Did Rafiq come through with your supplies, or is he going to be late again?" Because as well as Nico could read Yusuf in any other way, the priest was ignorant in the ways of the body and the kind of reaction he caused.
Not as ignorant as he once was, of course....but ignorant enough to not question when Yusuf needed a moment to recenter himself to keep from scandalizing him.
He managed. It took a few long moments but he was an expert in this sort of control now. He and his sexual frustrations were old, close friends.
"The only thing Rafiq brings on time is excuses," he said with a sigh. He sat heavy in his chair and pulled the fig jam close with a grin. He dipped his own finger into it and closed his eyes as he licked it off. Heaven. "We made due with the clay we had left and we'll probably get by for the rest of the week with non-pottery work. I'd been meaning to work on my etchings anyway."
He went for some bread and spread jam over the top in a thick layer. He grinned as he broke a piece off and held it out for Nicolo to eat.
He might have calmed down but he still enjoyed flirting.
"I can make you something. A goblet maybe with your name etched into it. Nicolo Al-Kaysani," he teased with a wink.
Yusuf wasn't the only one who was all too familiar to ignore the burn low in his loins. Just because he'd once taken a vow to give his body only to the church didn't mean that he didn't ache when he watched Yusuf suckle his finger in such a way. He didn't blush as easily as he had once, but that particular sight on this particular day?
His cheeks were very red as he bent his head to say a proper prayer before their meal. A prayer that may have included a few extra apologies peppered in amidst the extra thanks. The blush was gone by the time he crossed himself and murmured 'Amen'.
Taking the offered piece of bread, Nicolo's smile was small and just for Yusuf. "If the people would not turn on us in a second, I would make that my name in an instant, habibi. Do not think for a moment that I wouldn't."
After all, hadn't he already vowed himself to this man?
Yusuf noticed the blush. It was a strange thing to see but not new. He replayed what he'd done and figured he wasn't the only one sensitive to tongues on appendages. He smirked a bit, pleased to have gotten under his collar before chastising himself for that. He swore to Nicolo. Vowed. Lead him not into temptation.
He smiled warmly at Nicolo's words and leaned to kiss his sweet lips. "The people would be the least of our problems, angelo. Bigamy is the first." He tapped his nose with a chuckle.
"You are already married to the church. Which...I did always wonder: if the nuns are brides of Christ and you are wedded to the church, why do they not allow you both to wed each other? Seems to me logical enough. Probably no wedding night, but that is not everything." Clearly.
Reaching out, he used the pad of his thumb to dab of drip of jam from the edge of Yusuf's kiss smeared lips. "Well, if that is the sin we should be concerned about, then it is a sin I've been committing since I vowed myself to you just as tightly as I vowed myself to God." He sucked the bit of jam from his thumb, then absently dragged the crock of olives back in his own direction.
"I think if God was going to punish me for that, He would have already done so.
"As for the rest, that is easy. They are the brides of Christ, not the brides of priests. Our devotion was to be on God and his Son, not on each other.
"Try these, I think she added garlic to the brine."
Yusuf was captivated by Nicolo's mouth. Maybe it was something else. Either way, he felt suddenly playful and dangerous being put on par with God. He grinned with teeth before pulling Nicolo's hand toward him sharply. Trying to get him out of his seat and instead onto his lap.
"Then I am to call you husband, husband," he teased. "And we are both in great trouble as that provides the instruction to love, honor, and obey." His hands went to Nicolo's waist.
He yelped when his hand was suddenly taken and pulled, but he went easily enough into Yusuf's lap. He didn't have to, of course. He could have resisted and even fought that playful grip. But why would he? And, more importantly, why would he want to?
He did still blush, though. Blushing, however, didn't stop him from looping his arms loosely around Yusuf's shoulders so that he could lean in and kiss him. As in a proper kiss, too, not the chaste things that he tried to stick to since Matteo had called them out. Licking into Yusuf's mouth to chase the sweetness of the jam level of proper.
"I have always obeyed you, my husband. And I always will."
The kiss combined with hearing the words 'My husband' coming from Nicolo's mouth did a strange thing to Yusuf. He felt possessive suddenly. Demanding.
Blasphemously, the First Commandment came into his mind at that moment as he imagined to know what God felt when the Word was given. 'You shall have no other gods before me.' Yes. That is what he felt. Nicolo was his husband and there would be no other before him.
"Your husband," he parroted in a dark voice as he wrapped his arms around Nicolo's waist and tugged him flush. His hands pressed to back and neck, leading the other in for Yusuf to kiss, hard. Hard and deep as he chased that stolen sweetness in the other's mouth. Went after the salt of the olive and whatever else he could plunder.
His eyes were black as he pulled back for air while still nuzzling Nicolo's jaw.
"Your husband. Always. You are mine for always. And I am yours."
He whined into that kiss, fingers curling into thick black curls as he surrendered to it. Opened his mouth and invited it. The lick of heat that had started low in his belly flared larger and he chased that kiss with little pecks of his lips over his husband's face.
"Husband,habibi, hayati, zawj," He punctuated each declaration with a kiss and one long fingered hand sliding back around to rest on Yusuf's broad chest.
"Would you do something for me? Something we have not done in many years? Would you touch yourself for me? Like you used to?"
Yusuf's own fire was stoked with those words. He was just about to kiss Nicolo again and pin him to the damn table when he started speaking and.
Oh.
Oh...
Yusuf leaned back in the seat and swallowed hard. Touch himself. Touch himself like they did before when Nicolo would watch and Yusuf would hiss his name into the air. It had been the best they could have together at the time and he'd accepted it. But stopping it had been accepted as well. He understood that and knew the guilt Nicolo still sometimes wrestled with.
Lead him not into temptation. Fuck.
He rubbed his hands down Nicolo's sides gently, soothing. He thought about pottery and paint and what to buy in the market tomorrow. The next kiss he gave Nicolo was chaste.
"It's fine, amore. I don't need..." He exhaled and shook his head, starting over.
"My vow was to let you keep yours. I am doing a poor job, compromising it for...lust."
He felt Yusuf's reaction to his plea and he whined, burying his face against the other man's neck. He willed Yusuf to not pull away, willed him to keep those gentle hands on him in not so gentle ways. Willed Yusuf's lips to claim his and him as a whole..but he bowed his head in acceptance when Yusuf instead kissed him so softly.
"You are beautifully insufferable, have I told you such recently? Leave my Vows to me, my husband. Let me fulfill my vows to you. I want to see that fire in your eyes once more and know that I was the one who stoked it to such a blaze."
But for as pleading as his words were, the kiss he sealed his words with was just as chaste, if not outright questioning.
"Unless, of course, it is not me that stokes those fires..."
Yusuf couldn't even bear the thought of that. His hands splayed back on Nicolo's front and back, rubbing at his skin through the thin fabric. He pulled him closer on his lap to the point where it was probably indecent. But at least now Nicolo could feel the fires and how stoked they were. He kissed him there, grabbing at his hair and pulling him as close as possible. One hand trailed up his leg.
"Do not think for one moment that I desire anyone but you." He kissed him again and trailed them down his neck, tasting the skin for any differences from location.
"You don't know how badly I want you, Nicolo," he all but whined. "You have no idea how I dream of taking you apart and watching you have your pleasure because of me. You do not stoke my fires, habibi. You are the spark and the kindling and the air that feeds it."
Yusuf's hands were once more on him and Nicolo groaned, pressing himself forward so that their bodies where tight together and Yusuf's cock was pressed hard into the muscle of his inner thigh, straddling the man as he was. A hand slid up his legs and Nicolo shivered under the touch, reaching down to pull the thin cotton from out between them so that it was no longer tangled and no longer offering any kind of resistance.
It also meant that his body was bare from the waist down and straddling Yusuf's thighs like he might drown if he let go. And really...he might.
"Then let me be touched by those flames. Touch yourself, hayati. Let me feel those flames on my skin and know that I can serve you as a husband should."
Yusuf's hands ran up those bare legs and grabbed Nicolo's waist. It had been years since he had allowed himself to be this caught up in lust. Decades since he had lay in bed with his lover and touched himself as the other kissed and watched him. But it was also the first time he was able to rut the way was now. The first time he held Nicolo so close to the way he wished he could, all bare skin and soft words.
He gave up fighting it and reached with one hand to undo his laces so his cock could be freed. As soon as it was he had his hands up that garment and was pawing at all that delicious flesh. Nicolo's own cock was bare here. Yusuf wasn't sure what was and wasn't allowed here so he shifted his hips to rub himself against the other's thigh. Short, careful thrusts that for the first time was another's skin on his own.
He pressed open, messy kisses along Nicolo's neck and lips. "If I could consume you with them...If I could, I would. Have you feel as I do now. Have your inferno and mine create such a blaze that we could scorch the world with it. Let them all see what we are together."
Yusuf rutted against him and Nicolo's eyes went wide as he felt the man's cock against his skin for the first time. His breath caught in his chest and when it finally escaped, it did so as a moan that he half muffled against his lover's shoulder.
He lover. There was no denying that now. He would remain chaste and keep his vows to the church, but his heart soared at the thought that Yusuf would finally find his pleasure in his body. The prospect of it burned in his belly and the cock that was trapped between their bodies that he was carefully ignoring was hard.
"You consume me, my husband. Your body burns for me and I ache to feel it's heat on my skin. To know that you can find your pleasure in me as a husband should, it fills me with such joy that there is no way that this could be sinful. I am yours."
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..."
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.
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:
Yusuf painted his skin with his passion and Nico jerked as if it burned him, crying out again. His cock throbbed under his hand and his skin felt tight and stretched, like he'd been sitting too close to the fire. He shook almost as much as the man he straddled, and that was enough to make him tip forward, pressing his face against the side of Yusuf's neck to muffle a moan.
"Yours. I am yours. I love you."
The marks that Yusuf had made on his body ached in the sweetest of ways and he whined when he felt them start to fade, cursing his immortality for the first time in a long while.
"Damn my body." He didn't even hesitate before the curse left his lips. "I want to feel your marks on my skin, feel the ache of your hands on my hips. I want to leave the house tomorrow with you written into every part of me, secret and safe under my clothes..."
Yusuf heard the cries and wanted nothing more than to push Nicolo's hand away and just make him experience the bliss that he had. But he couldn't and he knew it. But that didn't mean he couldn't do anything.
He kissed Nicolo gently and hoisted him up to set him on the table. From there he sunk to his knees and kissed up his soft leg. Up to his thigh where the mess remained. Yusuf tore a piece of cloth off of his smock and used it to wipe Nicolo clean. He smirked then as he pulled his lover's hand away from his hardness and oh so carefully turned the rag into a little bow around it.
"There. The marks may fade but now you have a reminder of what you can do to me." He is playful as he does this and absolutely expects Nicolo to laugh or call him insane, but the possessive side of him that he is growing to understand is appeased by the action. He can't claim normally so at least this.
His skin was on fire. Every nerve was standing at rapt attention, begging for more. More touch, more friction, more of those silken, honey soaked words against his ear. Anything that Yusuf was willing to give him.
But he certainly didn't expect to suddenly be lifted up onto the table or for his newly announced husband to sink to his knees in front of him. Soft lips touched his legs and Nico's hips jerked up against nothing before he was able to get a hold of his control once more. His breathing came in ragged little breathes as Yusuf cleaned him up....
Then came out in a strangled bark of laughter when that bow was tied around his angry red cock. It twitched at the sensation and Nico let his head drop back in frustration, but he was able to keep himself from rocking up into it.
"Y-you spoil me, zawj. I'll wear it happily."
And he did. Unlike other lovers who wore rings of gold on their hands, Nicolo di Genova wore one of soft cloth around his cock. Not every day, of course, but after every time that he could talk his husband into taking his pleasure from his body he all but demanded it.
Time passed, their lives fell into this new level of normal for them, and things were good. Great even.
It was evening again, the sun's heat finally relaxing it's grip on Malta as Nico moved around their small kitchen, making dinner for the two of them. He hadn't worked that day, so he was home first for once, and there was a quiet ease in him that was new when Yusuf came through the door.
Yusuf was pleased with how things went between them. Of course he would always and perpetually long for more, but he once more got accustomed to what he was able to have. And their new little game that they played with one another just added a whole new level to it. It was good. Very good. Yusuf would never put Nicolo into a situation where he had to feel pressured into giving more of himself, so it was perfect.
And time went on.
Yusuf, pleased and content after a warm summer day, came home with a smile on his face and a small, cloth-wrapped gift. He didn't answer his husband at first. He just walked up so he could slide his arms around Nicolo's waist.
"Are other people coming into our home, mà io? Should I be staying home and keeping guard?"
He chuckled, glancing once towards the outside world to make sure they were safely alone before leaned back into his husband's arms. He turned his head to press a line of kisses along his jaw, smiling at the course beard that tickled his lips.
"Do you not trust me to defend our home? Do you think that time without my sword in my hand has made me gentle? A mouse to be hunted, perhaps?"
He sank his teeth into the meat of Yusuf's neck, not hard enough to really hurt but enough to get a decent mouthful and give a playful little shake.
Yusuf laughed at his lover's antics and squeezed tighter around his middle. "A mouse to be hunted? I would never insult my husband like that. I know better." He returned the bite with one of his own to the base of Nicolo's jaw. Just a gentle nip. Like two cats playing with one another.
Still, there was something he had to do every day after coming home from work. Yusuf loosened his grip and turned Nicolo toward him so he could pull him into a kiss. Often, this remained the best part of his entire day.
"And how was your day, my fierce, dangerous mouse?"
Two very large, very powerful cats. With claws that could rend flesh from bone and jaws that could crush bone.
Nicolo laughed as he was turned around, reaching up to loop his arms around the other man's broad shoulders so he could return that kiss with the amount of attention that it deserved. When it ended, he was in no hurry to turn back around just yet.
"Relaxing. A day at home is a wonderful break. And your's, my brave, valiant protector?"
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Date: 2020-08-13 06:27 am (UTC)"I did. It did not start that way, but after the worst of the mess was cleaned, it improved. And what of your day, habibi? Did Rafiq come through with your supplies, or is he going to be late again?" Because as well as Nico could read Yusuf in any other way, the priest was ignorant in the ways of the body and the kind of reaction he caused.
Not as ignorant as he once was, of course....but ignorant enough to not question when Yusuf needed a moment to recenter himself to keep from scandalizing him.
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Date: 2020-08-13 02:01 pm (UTC)"The only thing Rafiq brings on time is excuses," he said with a sigh. He sat heavy in his chair and pulled the fig jam close with a grin. He dipped his own finger into it and closed his eyes as he licked it off. Heaven. "We made due with the clay we had left and we'll probably get by for the rest of the week with non-pottery work. I'd been meaning to work on my etchings anyway."
He went for some bread and spread jam over the top in a thick layer. He grinned as he broke a piece off and held it out for Nicolo to eat.
He might have calmed down but he still enjoyed flirting.
"I can make you something. A goblet maybe with your name etched into it. Nicolo Al-Kaysani," he teased with a wink.
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Date: 2020-08-13 04:08 pm (UTC)His cheeks were very red as he bent his head to say a proper prayer before their meal. A prayer that may have included a few extra apologies peppered in amidst the extra thanks. The blush was gone by the time he crossed himself and murmured 'Amen'.
Taking the offered piece of bread, Nicolo's smile was small and just for Yusuf. "If the people would not turn on us in a second, I would make that my name in an instant, habibi. Do not think for a moment that I wouldn't."
After all, hadn't he already vowed himself to this man?
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Date: 2020-08-13 04:36 pm (UTC)He smiled warmly at Nicolo's words and leaned to kiss his sweet lips. "The people would be the least of our problems, angelo. Bigamy is the first." He tapped his nose with a chuckle.
"You are already married to the church. Which...I did always wonder: if the nuns are brides of Christ and you are wedded to the church, why do they not allow you both to wed each other? Seems to me logical enough. Probably no wedding night, but that is not everything." Clearly.
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Date: 2020-08-13 05:07 pm (UTC)Reaching out, he used the pad of his thumb to dab of drip of jam from the edge of Yusuf's kiss smeared lips. "Well, if that is the sin we should be concerned about, then it is a sin I've been committing since I vowed myself to you just as tightly as I vowed myself to God." He sucked the bit of jam from his thumb, then absently dragged the crock of olives back in his own direction.
"I think if God was going to punish me for that, He would have already done so.
"As for the rest, that is easy. They are the brides of Christ, not the brides of priests. Our devotion was to be on God and his Son, not on each other.
"Try these, I think she added garlic to the brine."
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Date: 2020-08-13 05:25 pm (UTC)"Then I am to call you husband, husband," he teased. "And we are both in great trouble as that provides the instruction to love, honor, and obey." His hands went to Nicolo's waist.
"Who obeys first?"
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Date: 2020-08-13 06:06 pm (UTC)He did still blush, though. Blushing, however, didn't stop him from looping his arms loosely around Yusuf's shoulders so that he could lean in and kiss him. As in a proper kiss, too, not the chaste things that he tried to stick to since Matteo had called them out. Licking into Yusuf's mouth to chase the sweetness of the jam level of proper.
"I have always obeyed you, my husband. And I always will."
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Date: 2020-08-13 06:49 pm (UTC)Blasphemously, the First Commandment came into his mind at that moment as he imagined to know what God felt when the Word was given. 'You shall have no other gods before me.' Yes. That is what he felt. Nicolo was his husband and there would be no other before him.
"Your husband," he parroted in a dark voice as he wrapped his arms around Nicolo's waist and tugged him flush. His hands pressed to back and neck, leading the other in for Yusuf to kiss, hard. Hard and deep as he chased that stolen sweetness in the other's mouth. Went after the salt of the olive and whatever else he could plunder.
His eyes were black as he pulled back for air while still nuzzling Nicolo's jaw.
"Your husband. Always. You are mine for always. And I am yours."
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Date: 2020-08-13 07:29 pm (UTC)"Husband,habibi, hayati, zawj," He punctuated each declaration with a kiss and one long fingered hand sliding back around to rest on Yusuf's broad chest.
"Would you do something for me? Something we have not done in many years? Would you touch yourself for me? Like you used to?"
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Date: 2020-08-13 07:49 pm (UTC)Oh.
Oh...
Yusuf leaned back in the seat and swallowed hard. Touch himself. Touch himself like they did before when Nicolo would watch and Yusuf would hiss his name into the air. It had been the best they could have together at the time and he'd accepted it. But stopping it had been accepted as well. He understood that and knew the guilt Nicolo still sometimes wrestled with.
Lead him not into temptation. Fuck.
He rubbed his hands down Nicolo's sides gently, soothing. He thought about pottery and paint and what to buy in the market tomorrow. The next kiss he gave Nicolo was chaste.
"It's fine, amore. I don't need..." He exhaled and shook his head, starting over.
"My vow was to let you keep yours. I am doing a poor job, compromising it for...lust."
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Date: 2020-08-13 08:04 pm (UTC)"You are beautifully insufferable, have I told you such recently? Leave my Vows to me, my husband. Let me fulfill my vows to you. I want to see that fire in your eyes once more and know that I was the one who stoked it to such a blaze."
But for as pleading as his words were, the kiss he sealed his words with was just as chaste, if not outright questioning.
"Unless, of course, it is not me that stokes those fires..."
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Date: 2020-08-13 10:04 pm (UTC)Yusuf couldn't even bear the thought of that. His hands splayed back on Nicolo's front and back, rubbing at his skin through the thin fabric. He pulled him closer on his lap to the point where it was probably indecent. But at least now Nicolo could feel the fires and how stoked they were. He kissed him there, grabbing at his hair and pulling him as close as possible. One hand trailed up his leg.
"Do not think for one moment that I desire anyone but you." He kissed him again and trailed them down his neck, tasting the skin for any differences from location.
"You don't know how badly I want you, Nicolo," he all but whined. "You have no idea how I dream of taking you apart and watching you have your pleasure because of me. You do not stoke my fires, habibi. You are the spark and the kindling and the air that feeds it."
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Date: 2020-08-13 10:19 pm (UTC)It also meant that his body was bare from the waist down and straddling Yusuf's thighs like he might drown if he let go. And really...he might.
"Then let me be touched by those flames. Touch yourself, hayati. Let me feel those flames on my skin and know that I can serve you as a husband should."
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Date: 2020-08-13 10:30 pm (UTC)He gave up fighting it and reached with one hand to undo his laces so his cock could be freed. As soon as it was he had his hands up that garment and was pawing at all that delicious flesh. Nicolo's own cock was bare here. Yusuf wasn't sure what was and wasn't allowed here so he shifted his hips to rub himself against the other's thigh. Short, careful thrusts that for the first time was another's skin on his own.
He pressed open, messy kisses along Nicolo's neck and lips. "If I could consume you with them...If I could, I would. Have you feel as I do now. Have your inferno and mine create such a blaze that we could scorch the world with it. Let them all see what we are together."
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Date: 2020-08-14 04:00 am (UTC)He lover. There was no denying that now. He would remain chaste and keep his vows to the church, but his heart soared at the thought that Yusuf would finally find his pleasure in his body. The prospect of it burned in his belly and the cock that was trapped between their bodies that he was carefully ignoring was hard.
"You consume me, my husband. Your body burns for me and I ache to feel it's heat on my skin. To know that you can find your pleasure in me as a husband should, it fills me with such joy that there is no way that this could be sinful. I am yours."
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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..."
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Date: 2020-08-14 04:30 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-08-14 01:42 pm (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2020-08-14 03:51 pm (UTC)"Yours. I am yours. I love you."
The marks that Yusuf had made on his body ached in the sweetest of ways and he whined when he felt them start to fade, cursing his immortality for the first time in a long while.
"Damn my body." He didn't even hesitate before the curse left his lips. "I want to feel your marks on my skin, feel the ache of your hands on my hips. I want to leave the house tomorrow with you written into every part of me, secret and safe under my clothes..."
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Date: 2020-08-14 04:53 pm (UTC)He kissed Nicolo gently and hoisted him up to set him on the table. From there he sunk to his knees and kissed up his soft leg. Up to his thigh where the mess remained. Yusuf tore a piece of cloth off of his smock and used it to wipe Nicolo clean. He smirked then as he pulled his lover's hand away from his hardness and oh so carefully turned the rag into a little bow around it.
"There. The marks may fade but now you have a reminder of what you can do to me." He is playful as he does this and absolutely expects Nicolo to laugh or call him insane, but the possessive side of him that he is growing to understand is appeased by the action. He can't claim normally so at least this.
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Date: 2020-08-14 10:59 pm (UTC)But he certainly didn't expect to suddenly be lifted up onto the table or for his newly announced husband to sink to his knees in front of him. Soft lips touched his legs and Nico's hips jerked up against nothing before he was able to get a hold of his control once more. His breathing came in ragged little breathes as Yusuf cleaned him up....
Then came out in a strangled bark of laughter when that bow was tied around his angry red cock. It twitched at the sensation and Nico let his head drop back in frustration, but he was able to keep himself from rocking up into it.
"Y-you spoil me, zawj. I'll wear it happily."
And he did. Unlike other lovers who wore rings of gold on their hands, Nicolo di Genova wore one of soft cloth around his cock. Not every day, of course, but after every time that he could talk his husband into taking his pleasure from his body he all but demanded it.
Time passed, their lives fell into this new level of normal for them, and things were good. Great even.
It was evening again, the sun's heat finally relaxing it's grip on Malta as Nico moved around their small kitchen, making dinner for the two of them. He hadn't worked that day, so he was home first for once, and there was a quiet ease in him that was new when Yusuf came through the door.
"Is that you?"
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Date: 2020-08-14 11:41 pm (UTC)And time went on.
Yusuf, pleased and content after a warm summer day, came home with a smile on his face and a small, cloth-wrapped gift. He didn't answer his husband at first. He just walked up so he could slide his arms around Nicolo's waist.
"Are other people coming into our home, mà io? Should I be staying home and keeping guard?"
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Date: 2020-08-15 12:04 am (UTC)"Do you not trust me to defend our home? Do you think that time without my sword in my hand has made me gentle? A mouse to be hunted, perhaps?"
He sank his teeth into the meat of Yusuf's neck, not hard enough to really hurt but enough to get a decent mouthful and give a playful little shake.
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Date: 2020-08-15 01:10 am (UTC)Still, there was something he had to do every day after coming home from work. Yusuf loosened his grip and turned Nicolo toward him so he could pull him into a kiss. Often, this remained the best part of his entire day.
"And how was your day, my fierce, dangerous mouse?"
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Date: 2020-08-15 01:36 am (UTC)Nicolo laughed as he was turned around, reaching up to loop his arms around the other man's broad shoulders so he could return that kiss with the amount of attention that it deserved. When it ended, he was in no hurry to turn back around just yet.
"Relaxing. A day at home is a wonderful break. And your's, my brave, valiant protector?"
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