Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

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We're about to reach the posting limit on pt.1&2, this is for those who wish to continue/write on prompts on both these parts.

Writers! It is your responsibility to link back to the original prompt.

There are no request in this part of the meme.

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Cannot Unsee. [2/2]

[(Anonymous)]

Ezio traced his thumb carefully along the edge of Leonardo’s jaw. “Later, I will treat them with the finest oil, until the leather looks newly tanned, and I will polish the blades with the most delicate of cloths until each design you etched into them shines. But now?” He raised Leonardo’s chin and pressed a soft, leisurely kiss to his lips. “Now, I will take care of their creator.”

“Then show me you are not all talk,” replied Leonardo, grabbing a fistful of Ezio’s shirt and pulling it away to expose the broad chest beneath.

From the stairwell, Claudia bit her lip and smiled. Only Leonardo could get away with speaking to her brother like that. She found herself watching with lewd fascination as Ezio pulled Leonardo’s breeches off, flung them to the side, and fell upon him. As Ezio dipped his fingers into a vial of oil and brought them to Leonardo’s rump, she heard a sharp intake of breath.

“P-please, Ezio…slowly…I am still sore from the night before.”

Claudia nodded solemnly. So that was why neither maestro had been present at dinner the previous night. Another thought struck her: this was not the first time. How long had they been…like this? Her thoughts were interrupted by a low whine.

“Nngh, Ezio…per favore…harder…yes,” Leonardo hissed, bucking his hips into Ezio’s fingers. “Aagh…”

Ezio leaned close, his words a murmur. “Well, am I all talk, as you presumed?”

Leonardo fixed him with a sly look. “I have yet to see you demonstrate—ah!” The artist’s voice caught as Ezio deftly removed his fingers, and thrust into Leonardo suddenly.

“E-Ezio—ah, harder,” Leonardo gasped, his hand seizing the arm Ezio supported his weight with. “Dio mio, more, Ezio, more!” His pleas came in short, ragged breaths, punctuated only by low, wanton moaning.

Claudia could swear she spied Ezio grinning as he somehow thrust even harder into his lover.

“How much more?”

The artist could only gasp and beg nonsensically, clutching at Ezio’s hip and moving his other hand down to stroke himself. Ezio slapped his hand away, irritably.

“I do not think so, Leonardo. Remember that when I am within you, you cannot touch yourself in any way.”

Leonardo whined low in his throat, but his hand did not stray downward again. “P-please…Ezio…I am so close…”

Claudia wondered how exactly Leonardo was going to attain release, with the way Ezio denied him the satisfaction of stroking himself. She received her answer when Ezio brushed his lips against Leonardo’s ear and began whispering things she could not hear, likely declarations of lust, of desire, to coax him into climax. The artist bit back a broken moan, straining and convulsing in Ezio’s grasp.

Evidently, the erotic whispering was all that was needed to bring Leonardo over the edge, as his hips jerked helplessly against Ezio’s and he came with a short, shuddering cry, his seed spilling brazenly across his abdomen. Several thrusts later, Ezio’s hips stilled, and he groaned, falling forward onto Leonardo’s heaving chest.

As their breaths began to slow, Ezio propped himself up on his elbows, cradling Leonardo’s face in his palms. “I think,” he began, “that we should do this more frequently. It is not often that you are this vocal, Leonardo.”

The artist traced the contour of Ezio’s waist lazily as he smiled. “Well…I cannot let our audience down, after all.”

“Indeed,” Ezio replied, bringing his mouth to meet Leonardo’s again as Claudia hurried away, her face flushed a dark shade of scarlet.

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[A/N: Can’t believe I wrote this thing of pure porn. @^@;;; NO WARM FUZZIES HERE.]

Re: Cannot Unsee. [2/2]

[(Anonymous)]

THIS IS A THING OF PURE AWESOME.