Leonardo searched his face for a moment, but gave in without comment, tossing the fabric away carelessly. Desmond sighed in relief, letting his eyes slip shut as Leonardo stepped away to divest himself of clothing as well.
When Leonardo returned, Desmond opened his eyes to meet the older man’s. Leonardo was giving him the predatory smile again, blindfold forgotten, and in his hand he was holding the bottle of skin lotion Desmond had brought in with the toiletries. The way he stared down at Desmond, a mixture of desire, reverence, and lust, dispelled the remaining nervousness. Desmond licked his lips again, enjoying the way it distracted Leonardo completely. He could feel himself hardening slowly once more.
Then Leonardo decided to take matters into his own hand, quite literally, reached down with his free hand to wrap it around Desmond’s cock. The younger man gasped at the sudden contact, his hips jerking up against his will, trying to increase the friction. “Ah, ah, ah!” Leonardo scolded, releasing Desmond and leaning back a bit. “None of that. As I said, I am taking care of you.” He placed the lotion on the floor next to the bed.
“What? Aw, come on, I didn’t mean to!” Desmond whined. “Please don’t stop?” He yelped when Leonardo gave him a gentle swat on his thigh.
“Careful, or I’ll tie your legs after all. And perhaps gag you.” Leonardo studied him thoughtfully. “Actually, you would look quite good fully bound, drooling around a gag. Perhaps I will regardless.”
“No! No, I’ll be good!” Desmond insisted, though he couldn’t stop his cock from twitching hopefully at the visual. Huh, so he had a bondage kink, who knew? Judging by the way Leonardo’s smirk turned downright devilish, he hadn’t missed Desmond’s sudden interest.
“Oh mio caro, I am going to have fun with you,” Leonardo promised, and then set to work. Desmond let out a series of deep moans as Leonardo began to suck and nibble and stroke what felt like every inch of his body, starting from his ears down to his toes and back up again, all the while bypassing the one area Desmond really wanted him. The moans turned to pathetic whimpers as Leonardo teased him into a frenzy, pinching nipples and tugging on his earlobes with his teeth, all the while leaving him untouched.
“Please! Please Leonardo!” he began begging when it felt like he would explode if he wasn’t touched soon. He was a mess, completely turned on, his cock leaking precome that dripped down to his balls.
“Please what?” Leonardo growled into his ear. Desmond didn’t think it was possible, but he somehow felt himself grow even harder at the sound of Leonardo practically purring into his ear. His breath hitched as Leonardo’s hand snaked across his hipbone, still not going to where he really needed it.
Desmond shook his head, unable to make out words through the haze of desire. He was panting openly, gulping down air by the lungful, eyes squeezed shut. “Please!” he repeated, “Oh God.”
“You must tell me what you want if you would like my help, Desmond.”
It was the sound of his name that allowed Desmond to find his words. His eyes snapped open, staring up at Leonardo imploringly, breath still hard and heavy. He struggled to focus, struggled to speak. “Please give me more,” he asked, blushing but refusing to look away. He was being tamed, not broken, and he needed to prove that to the older man.
Leonardo rewarded him with a deep and passionate kiss, tongue dancing along Desmond’s lips and then slipping inside. As they kissed, Leonardo’s hand finally snaked lower, brushing against Desmond’s cock for a split second. Desmond made a small sound into Leonardo’s mouth that swiftly became a curse when Leonardo didn’t stop there. Instead, his fingers began probing down, along Desmond’s balls, and then even further.
Desmond had slept with exactly one man in his life. There had been a brief fling when he had first started out as a bartender between him and one of his regulars, a young guy with too much money and time on his hands. But that had been a long time ago, and Desmond had only bottomed for him maybe twice. So when Leonardo’s fingers began to dip lower, he couldn’t stop himself from jerking away.
“Have you done this before?” Leonardo asked, stilling, but not moving his hand away.
Releasing a shaky breath, Desmond nodded. “A long time ago, though. I’m a little...rusty.”
But instead of laughing or teasing him like Desmond had expected, Leonardo just nodded thoughtfully. “Perhaps we should take this a bit more slowly then. I had thought we would be finished before Ezio returned, but perhaps he can wait.”
“Oh shit,” Desmond cursed, arousal doused at the idea that a pissed-off Assassin might burst in on them at any moment. “I totally forgot, you guys are together...lovers, aren’t you? Isn’t he going to be pissed that you and I...?”
Leonardo chuckled softly. “He understands. We both have needs that sometimes the other cannot meet. He has his women, and I have other men.” As he spoke, he reached down and snatched up the lotion from where he had placed it on the floor.
“Sounds like you guys have a very open relationship,” Desmond commented quietly.
“Considering our lives, it seemed best. Besides, we know that despite whomever we share our beds with, it is each other that we truly love. That is enough for us.”
Desmond didn’t have time to think about that, because his mind went blank when Leonardo squirted a bit of the body lotion onto Desmond’s stomach and began trailing his fingers through it. “Hmmmn,” Leonardo hummed thoughtfully. “I believe this will do for our purposes. But first,” he grinned, coating his hand in the lotion, and then reaching down to wrap it firmly around Desmond’s cock, working it back to fullness.
Desmond let out a soft sigh as Leonardo finally set to work, his eyes slipping closed and his head thrown back. Leonardo worked his cock like a master, wringing soft noises out of Desmond’s mouth with every jerk of his fist, the lotion smoothing his motions. Desmond barely noticed when the other hand began rubbing at the lotion on his stomach, coating Leonardo’s other hand as well. He did, however, notice when that hand snuck down again between his legs.
He fought the urge to tense as the tip of a finger began pressing up into him. It was easier now with the lotion on Leonardo’s fingers and the distraction of the hand jerking him off. Leonardo kept his pace slow and even, just enough to keep Desmond relaxed and moaning, but not enough to get him off too soon. That would be later.
Desmond winced as a second finger breached him, but Leonardo didn’t rush him, making sure he was nice and relaxed before he went further. He recoated his fingers in the lotion often, so that by the time Desmond was well and truly stretched he felt like he was dripping with it. He’d never felt this stretched open before, and he marveled briefly at the feel of it.
By now he was practically squirming, dying for more stimulation, which Leonardo was denying him. He stared up through hooded eyes at the artist, trying to urge him on without speaking, but Leonardo seemed content to just watch him for a moment.
“Bello,” Leonardo murmured, lotion-slicked fingers once again trailing lightly over Desmond’s thighs. The hand on his cock fell away, reaching to pick up the lotion bottle once more. Leonardo quickly slicked himself up, never looking away from Desmond’s body, and then he pulled Desmond’s hips up to angle himself.
Desmond forced himself to relax as Leonardo started to slip into him, but he had been lubed so well and stretched so fully that there was barely any pain at all. In one smooth motion, Leonardo buried himself fully, stopping only when his balls pressed against Desmond’s ass. Desmond gasped at the stretch, the feeling of fullness he barely remembered. It wasn’t quite pleasure, but it felt good all the same.
Leonardo froze there for a moment, braced over Desmond’s body and watching his face carefully. “Are you alright?” he asked. The only sign of how much he must have been restraining himself was the slightest hitch in his voice.
Unable to breathe, let alone speak, Desmond could only nod. Leonardo paused for a second more, then seemed to decide that Desmond was honest. He began to move, bracing himself with one hand on Desmond’s hip and the other pressed into the mattress beside Desmond’s head. He pulled out slowly, almost to the point of falling out, and then shoved back in hard enough to make Desmond jerk back across the bed. Desmond made a punched-out noise, finally able to breathe again, and pulled Leonardo even closer by wrapping his legs around the artist’s hips, tugging on his restraints to give himself something to hang on to.
Leonardo seemed determined to drive him insane with the pace he set. He would start out slow and strong, thrusting hard enough that Desmond jerked under him with every stroke, and then speed up so quickly it made the bed shake, only to slow down again. No matter how much Desmond begged for him to just move faster, go deeper, Leonardo kept to his own pace. The only noises he made were soft grunts, his brow furrowed in concentration and his fingers digging into Desmond’s hips hard enough to leave marks. Desmond thrashed furiously, moving his hips to try and meet Leonardo’s thrusts, but the strong grip on his hips kept him from moving any more than Leonardo wanted him to. Between the restraints and Leonardo’s strength, he was completely pinned.
“Please,” Desmond gasped, pulling weakly on his bindings. “Leonardo, please. It’s not enough, I need more.”
Leonardo must have decided to take pity on Desmond, because he shifted. Grabbing Desmond’s ankles, he leant forward and pulled Desmond’s legs up until his knees were resting on Leonardo’s shoulders. The new angle brought Desmond’s hips up even higher, and Leonardo’s chest down to press against his. He began moving again, and this time he sank in so deep Desmond could feel it practically in his throat. His cock was trapped between them, rubbing against Leonardo’s stomach with every thrust. Desmond began crying out in earnest, finally getting what he needed.
“Ah, perfetto,” Leonardo gasped against Desmond’s ear, and then he bowed his head and began sucking on Desmond’s neck, moaning softly. Heat pooled in Desmond’s belly at the sound, coiling and building so quickly he barely had time to shout. His body arched up against Leonardo’s, and he came, splattering all over both of their chests.
He flopped down, panting and basking in the afterglow, barely noticing how Leonardo had paused for his orgasm. When he started up again, Desmond moaned softly, body still sensitized, but made no other attempt to stop him. It still felt so good. Leonardo was being impossibly gentle, rubbing a hand across Desmond’s hip as he rocked into his body, still moaning against his throat. When he finally came, it was with a soft sigh and a fluttering of his eyes.
Leonardo moved back slowly, pulling out and letting Desmond’s legs fall back to the bed with a groan. They disentangled slowly, almost too spent to move. Desmond didn’t even object when Leonardo moved away from the bed without untying him first. Leonardo returned shortly after with yet another piece of the tattered curtains that he used to clean them both up. Only then did he undo Desmond’s bonds.
Desmond stared down at the dark ring of bruises around his wrists. He hadn’t even realized he’d been pulling so hard on them. Further inspection revealed that he also had finger-shaped bruises on his hips, and he was pretty sure there was a decent hickey on his throat as well.
“I hope I wasn’t too rough with you,” Leonardo commented from across the room where he was gathering up his discarded clothes.
“Not at all,” Desmond reassured him. “I actually...really needed that,” he admitted, realizing the truth of his statement as soon as he said it. He hadn’t felt so relaxed, so relieved since...maybe since before Abstergo. He had needed it more than he could have ever known. “Thank you,” he said softly.
“Think nothing of it,” Leonardo told him. “I was happy to help. Now, I believe we may need to change the sheets.”
Glancing down at the damp bed, Desmond was forced to agree. They dressed half-heartedly, Desmond not even bothering with his shoes or hoodie, and then walked together back to the supply closet. They talked of simple things, mindful of the fact that they were from different times, not mentioning what had happened in the room earlier even once.
Once they had remade the bed, Desmond found himself staring longingly at it. He didn’t really feel like going back down to face the others, nor did he want to walk all the way back to his own room. He glanced at Leonardo, then, figuring he wouldn’t mind, just flopped down onto the mattress face-first.
Leonardo laughed at him, but made no other comment. Instead he brought the quilt up over Desmond’s body, tucking him in, and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
“Sweet dreams, mio caro,” Leonardo murmured, and then he left the room. But by then Desmond was already asleep.
Fill: Steal All My Air [2/3]
When Leonardo returned, Desmond opened his eyes to meet the older man’s. Leonardo was giving him the predatory smile again, blindfold forgotten, and in his hand he was holding the bottle of skin lotion Desmond had brought in with the toiletries. The way he stared down at Desmond, a mixture of desire, reverence, and lust, dispelled the remaining nervousness. Desmond licked his lips again, enjoying the way it distracted Leonardo completely. He could feel himself hardening slowly once more.
Then Leonardo decided to take matters into his own hand, quite literally, reached down with his free hand to wrap it around Desmond’s cock. The younger man gasped at the sudden contact, his hips jerking up against his will, trying to increase the friction. “Ah, ah, ah!” Leonardo scolded, releasing Desmond and leaning back a bit. “None of that. As I said, I am taking care of you.” He placed the lotion on the floor next to the bed.
“What? Aw, come on, I didn’t mean to!” Desmond whined. “Please don’t stop?” He yelped when Leonardo gave him a gentle swat on his thigh.
“Careful, or I’ll tie your legs after all. And perhaps gag you.” Leonardo studied him thoughtfully. “Actually, you would look quite good fully bound, drooling around a gag. Perhaps I will regardless.”
“No! No, I’ll be good!” Desmond insisted, though he couldn’t stop his cock from twitching hopefully at the visual. Huh, so he had a bondage kink, who knew? Judging by the way Leonardo’s smirk turned downright devilish, he hadn’t missed Desmond’s sudden interest.
“Oh mio caro, I am going to have fun with you,” Leonardo promised, and then set to work. Desmond let out a series of deep moans as Leonardo began to suck and nibble and stroke what felt like every inch of his body, starting from his ears down to his toes and back up again, all the while bypassing the one area Desmond really wanted him. The moans turned to pathetic whimpers as Leonardo teased him into a frenzy, pinching nipples and tugging on his earlobes with his teeth, all the while leaving him untouched.
“Please! Please Leonardo!” he began begging when it felt like he would explode if he wasn’t touched soon. He was a mess, completely turned on, his cock leaking precome that dripped down to his balls.
“Please what?” Leonardo growled into his ear. Desmond didn’t think it was possible, but he somehow felt himself grow even harder at the sound of Leonardo practically purring into his ear. His breath hitched as Leonardo’s hand snaked across his hipbone, still not going to where he really needed it.
Desmond shook his head, unable to make out words through the haze of desire. He was panting openly, gulping down air by the lungful, eyes squeezed shut. “Please!” he repeated, “Oh God.”
“You must tell me what you want if you would like my help, Desmond.”
It was the sound of his name that allowed Desmond to find his words. His eyes snapped open, staring up at Leonardo imploringly, breath still hard and heavy. He struggled to focus, struggled to speak. “Please give me more,” he asked, blushing but refusing to look away. He was being tamed, not broken, and he needed to prove that to the older man.
Leonardo rewarded him with a deep and passionate kiss, tongue dancing along Desmond’s lips and then slipping inside. As they kissed, Leonardo’s hand finally snaked lower, brushing against Desmond’s cock for a split second. Desmond made a small sound into Leonardo’s mouth that swiftly became a curse when Leonardo didn’t stop there. Instead, his fingers began probing down, along Desmond’s balls, and then even further.
Desmond had slept with exactly one man in his life. There had been a brief fling when he had first started out as a bartender between him and one of his regulars, a young guy with too much money and time on his hands. But that had been a long time ago, and Desmond had only bottomed for him maybe twice. So when Leonardo’s fingers began to dip lower, he couldn’t stop himself from jerking away.
“Have you done this before?” Leonardo asked, stilling, but not moving his hand away.
Releasing a shaky breath, Desmond nodded. “A long time ago, though. I’m a little...rusty.”
But instead of laughing or teasing him like Desmond had expected, Leonardo just nodded thoughtfully. “Perhaps we should take this a bit more slowly then. I had thought we would be finished before Ezio returned, but perhaps he can wait.”
“Oh shit,” Desmond cursed, arousal doused at the idea that a pissed-off Assassin might burst in on them at any moment. “I totally forgot, you guys are together...lovers, aren’t you? Isn’t he going to be pissed that you and I...?”
Leonardo chuckled softly. “He understands. We both have needs that sometimes the other cannot meet. He has his women, and I have other men.” As he spoke, he reached down and snatched up the lotion from where he had placed it on the floor.
“Sounds like you guys have a very open relationship,” Desmond commented quietly.
“Considering our lives, it seemed best. Besides, we know that despite whomever we share our beds with, it is each other that we truly love. That is enough for us.”
Desmond didn’t have time to think about that, because his mind went blank when Leonardo squirted a bit of the body lotion onto Desmond’s stomach and began trailing his fingers through it. “Hmmmn,” Leonardo hummed thoughtfully. “I believe this will do for our purposes. But first,” he grinned, coating his hand in the lotion, and then reaching down to wrap it firmly around Desmond’s cock, working it back to fullness.
Desmond let out a soft sigh as Leonardo finally set to work, his eyes slipping closed and his head thrown back. Leonardo worked his cock like a master, wringing soft noises out of Desmond’s mouth with every jerk of his fist, the lotion smoothing his motions. Desmond barely noticed when the other hand began rubbing at the lotion on his stomach, coating Leonardo’s other hand as well. He did, however, notice when that hand snuck down again between his legs.
He fought the urge to tense as the tip of a finger began pressing up into him. It was easier now with the lotion on Leonardo’s fingers and the distraction of the hand jerking him off. Leonardo kept his pace slow and even, just enough to keep Desmond relaxed and moaning, but not enough to get him off too soon. That would be later.
Desmond winced as a second finger breached him, but Leonardo didn’t rush him, making sure he was nice and relaxed before he went further. He recoated his fingers in the lotion often, so that by the time Desmond was well and truly stretched he felt like he was dripping with it. He’d never felt this stretched open before, and he marveled briefly at the feel of it.
By now he was practically squirming, dying for more stimulation, which Leonardo was denying him. He stared up through hooded eyes at the artist, trying to urge him on without speaking, but Leonardo seemed content to just watch him for a moment.
“Bello,” Leonardo murmured, lotion-slicked fingers once again trailing lightly over Desmond’s thighs. The hand on his cock fell away, reaching to pick up the lotion bottle once more. Leonardo quickly slicked himself up, never looking away from Desmond’s body, and then he pulled Desmond’s hips up to angle himself.
Desmond forced himself to relax as Leonardo started to slip into him, but he had been lubed so well and stretched so fully that there was barely any pain at all. In one smooth motion, Leonardo buried himself fully, stopping only when his balls pressed against Desmond’s ass. Desmond gasped at the stretch, the feeling of fullness he barely remembered. It wasn’t quite pleasure, but it felt good all the same.
Leonardo froze there for a moment, braced over Desmond’s body and watching his face carefully. “Are you alright?” he asked. The only sign of how much he must have been restraining himself was the slightest hitch in his voice.
Unable to breathe, let alone speak, Desmond could only nod. Leonardo paused for a second more, then seemed to decide that Desmond was honest. He began to move, bracing himself with one hand on Desmond’s hip and the other pressed into the mattress beside Desmond’s head. He pulled out slowly, almost to the point of falling out, and then shoved back in hard enough to make Desmond jerk back across the bed. Desmond made a punched-out noise, finally able to breathe again, and pulled Leonardo even closer by wrapping his legs around the artist’s hips, tugging on his restraints to give himself something to hang on to.
Leonardo seemed determined to drive him insane with the pace he set. He would start out slow and strong, thrusting hard enough that Desmond jerked under him with every stroke, and then speed up so quickly it made the bed shake, only to slow down again. No matter how much Desmond begged for him to just move faster, go deeper, Leonardo kept to his own pace. The only noises he made were soft grunts, his brow furrowed in concentration and his fingers digging into Desmond’s hips hard enough to leave marks. Desmond thrashed furiously, moving his hips to try and meet Leonardo’s thrusts, but the strong grip on his hips kept him from moving any more than Leonardo wanted him to. Between the restraints and Leonardo’s strength, he was completely pinned.
“Please,” Desmond gasped, pulling weakly on his bindings. “Leonardo, please. It’s not enough, I need more.”
Leonardo must have decided to take pity on Desmond, because he shifted. Grabbing Desmond’s ankles, he leant forward and pulled Desmond’s legs up until his knees were resting on Leonardo’s shoulders. The new angle brought Desmond’s hips up even higher, and Leonardo’s chest down to press against his. He began moving again, and this time he sank in so deep Desmond could feel it practically in his throat. His cock was trapped between them, rubbing against Leonardo’s stomach with every thrust. Desmond began crying out in earnest, finally getting what he needed.
“Ah, perfetto,” Leonardo gasped against Desmond’s ear, and then he bowed his head and began sucking on Desmond’s neck, moaning softly. Heat pooled in Desmond’s belly at the sound, coiling and building so quickly he barely had time to shout. His body arched up against Leonardo’s, and he came, splattering all over both of their chests.
He flopped down, panting and basking in the afterglow, barely noticing how Leonardo had paused for his orgasm. When he started up again, Desmond moaned softly, body still sensitized, but made no other attempt to stop him. It still felt so good. Leonardo was being impossibly gentle, rubbing a hand across Desmond’s hip as he rocked into his body, still moaning against his throat. When he finally came, it was with a soft sigh and a fluttering of his eyes.
Leonardo moved back slowly, pulling out and letting Desmond’s legs fall back to the bed with a groan. They disentangled slowly, almost too spent to move. Desmond didn’t even object when Leonardo moved away from the bed without untying him first. Leonardo returned shortly after with yet another piece of the tattered curtains that he used to clean them both up. Only then did he undo Desmond’s bonds.
Desmond stared down at the dark ring of bruises around his wrists. He hadn’t even realized he’d been pulling so hard on them. Further inspection revealed that he also had finger-shaped bruises on his hips, and he was pretty sure there was a decent hickey on his throat as well.
“I hope I wasn’t too rough with you,” Leonardo commented from across the room where he was gathering up his discarded clothes.
“Not at all,” Desmond reassured him. “I actually...really needed that,” he admitted, realizing the truth of his statement as soon as he said it. He hadn’t felt so relaxed, so relieved since...maybe since before Abstergo. He had needed it more than he could have ever known. “Thank you,” he said softly.
“Think nothing of it,” Leonardo told him. “I was happy to help. Now, I believe we may need to change the sheets.”
Glancing down at the damp bed, Desmond was forced to agree. They dressed half-heartedly, Desmond not even bothering with his shoes or hoodie, and then walked together back to the supply closet. They talked of simple things, mindful of the fact that they were from different times, not mentioning what had happened in the room earlier even once.
Once they had remade the bed, Desmond found himself staring longingly at it. He didn’t really feel like going back down to face the others, nor did he want to walk all the way back to his own room. He glanced at Leonardo, then, figuring he wouldn’t mind, just flopped down onto the mattress face-first.
Leonardo laughed at him, but made no other comment. Instead he brought the quilt up over Desmond’s body, tucking him in, and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
“Sweet dreams, mio caro,” Leonardo murmured, and then he left the room. But by then Desmond was already asleep.