ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay?
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“You let him tie you up.”
Yusuf looks at him. “That wasn’t a question.”
Nicolo’s fist closes around the ribbon. “Why did you let him tie you up,” he clarifies.
“Because I like it,” Yusuf says simply. “It makes me feel good. It’s not something that I always want, but I haven’t been able to in some time, and if I go too long without it I get restless.”
Nicolo nods, before pausing. “He could have hurt you, though.”
Yusuf grins, “Sometimes that’s the point.”
“No, Yusuf,” Nicolo interrupts, dropping the ribbon on the bed. “He could have hurt you. What if he found out you cannot die whilst he- and he used that information against you?”
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A few years after becoming friends, Yusuf goes out seeking to scratch a particular itch, but finds the process impossibly complicated by immortality and constant travelling. Nicolo, ever-kind and attune to his friend's needs, offers to help. Porn and pining ensues.
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"Nicky keeps his hunger quelled (felled) at the knees of fig leaves and unburdened light. Eased by time and love, it doesn’t ache the way it used to. Slowly now, it unpeels in him like a drowsy afternoon, rumbling underneath the earth of his body.
Joe’s hair and name is shorter these days; Nicky wraps the sounded softness of it around his mouth and fingers just the same. He’s currently got a hand tugging at those curls at the base of his neck. His teeth bite into Joe’s necklace dangling in the hot air between them, silver tongued and trying not to make too much sound."
A 'felled by you, held by you' epilogue.
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the rest of you, the best of you (honey belongs to me) by paigian
Fandoms: The Old Guard (Movie 2020)
24 Oct 2022
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Sleep-warm and drowsy, Joe hums quietly to himself, like he’s considering his own arousal. It sits un-urgent and low in his gut. A faint suggestion of want, really; but it’s been long enough since he felt it that Joe’s heart is thin and beats rabbit-quick.
Are you with me now? You feel very far away.
(Marrakesh was a lifetime ago. The steady movement of Nicky’s ribs against the inside of Joe’s thighs; the memories they drew out of each other’s mouths between hushed conversation. Now replaced by the hungry rot of time catching up to Andy and the open wound of Booker’s betrayal, still unhealed along her side.)
His left leg draws up, knee bending to give himself some room. A shiver sends goosebumps over his ribs.
Joe breathes.
After London, reeling from Andy's mortality and Booker's betrayal, Joe asks Nicky to take him away for a while. A sequel to 'felled by you, held by you'
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