Later, when Ezio reflected on his swift reaction to this statement, he would feel both smug and ashamed.
“I suppose you were bound to find out sooner or later,” he said with a shrug.
But mostly smug.
Dazed with exertion and hero-worship, Ciro Cavallari did not object when Ezio backed him against the nearest wall, cupped his face and kissed him. He let Ezio push his tongue into his mouth, gasping as the Assassin slid long fingers through his sweat-tangled hair.
Working a knee between his legs, Ezio felt the younger man's cock hard against his thigh, and smiled into his mouth.
“What's this,” he whispered, brushing the thief's erection through his breeches with light fingers and making him moan, a mix of pleasure and anxiety in the noise. Ezio pushed his own erection against Ciro's so that their cocks touched through their clothes. Ciro rested hands still shaking from the efforts of their race on Ezio's hips and fought to steady himself, breathing rapidly.
Ezio did not slow down; instead he pulled Ciro's shirt free of his breeches and trailed his fingers down his flat belly, through the trail of damp dark hair under his navel. He moved his mouth to Ciro's throat, kissing and sucking and biting, his mouth quick and hungry. He nuzzled into the younger man's neck, murmuring with pleasure as he tasted salt.
Ciro caught his breath as Ezio unbuckled the younger man's belt, opened his breeches and slipped a hand inside, feeling for his cock. He took it in his hand, stroking it with skilled firm fingers, and felt it harden even more. Then he flipped Ciro around to press him face-first against the wall and dragged his breeches down to bare his ass.
Drawing his own cock out of his breeches Ezio pressed his hard length along the cleft of Ciro's buttocks.
“No man has done this to you before,” he murmured into the young thief's ear. With one hand, he stroked Ciro's cock; with the other, he pinned the younger man firmly against the wall by his upper arm. “Hm?”
“-No – never,” Ciro gasped. His fingers gripped the bricks as he struggled to steady himself.
Ezio rubbed his cock between warm, firm cheeks and kissed Ciro's ear, slipping his tongue into the hole and making him shiver.
“Then I shouldn't,” he said. He thumbed the head of Ciro's cock and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck.
“Ah – God -” Ciro thrust into his hand, then back against his cock. “You cannot stop now!”
Ezio laughed against his throat. “I suspect you are right,” he said, and slicked two fingers with his mouth.
Ciro cried out when the first wet fingertip pressed into him, and Ezio forced himself to pause just long enough to let him adjust to the strange sensation. Then he eased the finger inside, deeper and deeper, feeling Ciro's thin body tense under him. He drew out, eliciting a confused moan from Ciro, before penetrating again with both slippery fingers, pushing them them in firmly to the knuckles. Ciro gave a low, pained groan. Ezio kissed his throat, murmuring in sympathy, firm fingers sliding against each other to stretch the younger man.
Fill: Assassin and Thief [5/6]
“I suppose you were bound to find out sooner or later,” he said with a shrug.
But mostly smug.
Dazed with exertion and hero-worship, Ciro Cavallari did not object when Ezio backed him against the nearest wall, cupped his face and kissed him. He let Ezio push his tongue into his mouth, gasping as the Assassin slid long fingers through his sweat-tangled hair.
Working a knee between his legs, Ezio felt the younger man's cock hard against his thigh, and smiled into his mouth.
“What's this,” he whispered, brushing the thief's erection through his breeches with light fingers and making him moan, a mix of pleasure and anxiety in the noise. Ezio pushed his own erection against Ciro's so that their cocks touched through their clothes. Ciro rested hands still shaking from the efforts of their race on Ezio's hips and fought to steady himself, breathing rapidly.
Ezio did not slow down; instead he pulled Ciro's shirt free of his breeches and trailed his fingers down his flat belly, through the trail of damp dark hair under his navel. He moved his mouth to Ciro's throat, kissing and sucking and biting, his mouth quick and hungry. He nuzzled into the younger man's neck, murmuring with pleasure as he tasted salt.
Ciro caught his breath as Ezio unbuckled the younger man's belt, opened his breeches and slipped a hand inside, feeling for his cock. He took it in his hand, stroking it with skilled firm fingers, and felt it harden even more. Then he flipped Ciro around to press him face-first against the wall and dragged his breeches down to bare his ass.
Drawing his own cock out of his breeches Ezio pressed his hard length along the cleft of Ciro's buttocks.
“No man has done this to you before,” he murmured into the young thief's ear. With one hand, he stroked Ciro's cock; with the other, he pinned the younger man firmly against the wall by his upper arm. “Hm?”
“-No – never,” Ciro gasped. His fingers gripped the bricks as he struggled to steady himself.
Ezio rubbed his cock between warm, firm cheeks and kissed Ciro's ear, slipping his tongue into the hole and making him shiver.
“Then I shouldn't,” he said. He thumbed the head of Ciro's cock and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck.
“Ah – God -” Ciro thrust into his hand, then back against his cock. “You cannot stop now!”
Ezio laughed against his throat. “I suspect you are right,” he said, and slicked two fingers with his mouth.
Ciro cried out when the first wet fingertip pressed into him, and Ezio forced himself to pause just long enough to let him adjust to the strange sensation. Then he eased the finger inside, deeper and deeper, feeling Ciro's thin body tense under him. He drew out, eliciting a confused moan from Ciro, before penetrating again with both slippery fingers, pushing them them in firmly to the knuckles. Ciro gave a low, pained groan. Ezio kissed his throat, murmuring in sympathy, firm fingers sliding against each other to stretch the younger man.