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What a nice invention...wait...OH MY! Part 2

[(Anonymous)]

ome hidden switch had been turned inside the, usually, shy Leonardo. Ezio now sat in front of the device, legs spread, its hand encircling his girth. The monotonous movement unsettled the assassin's body rhythms and brought precum to the tip of his penis.
Leonardo had stripped Ezio with enthusiasm, planted him in a new seat and guided him with the workings of the invention. The inventor could never have imagined his luck. Ezio, in his home, naked, and making the most delicious of sounds. Because of him.
“Dio mio Leonardo, this is an entirely new sensation for me.” This brought a gleeful smile to Leonardo's lips, he wanted to add to his friend's pleasure.
For a little longer, Leonardo watched Ezio pant and squirm. The fabricated hand continued to stroke—up, down, up, down. If the assassin showed any sign of climax he slowed the rhythm of his machine. Delicious.
“Leonardo! Bastardo! Do not toy with me!”
“My apologies mi amico, but the festivities have only just begun.”
Approaching his dearest friend once again, Leonardo began to stroke all the right places. Playfully trailing his fingers down the body of the other rewarded Leonardo with a gasp from Ezio. Unable to resist, Leonardo, untied Ezio's hair and tugged the other into the kiss he had craved for so long. Tongues curled, saliva trailed from lips. The inventor shuddered with longing; he had guessed Ezio would have skill, of course, but this was better than his imagination could have provided. He could have touched those scarred lips for an eternity and felt himself sinking to his knees beside the chair. Ezio nipped Leonardo's chin; the inventor moaned.
“Leonardo, more...” Ezio's dick had hardened further, screaming for further attention in swollen anger. The machine provided ecstasy and torture when controlled by Leonardo. Succumbing to the assassin's pleas, Leonardo allowed his wandering hands to toy with Ezio's scrotum. Rubbing his balls with the occasional, light squeeze. Ezio had become more urgent in his actions, hips moving with the machine, tongue slipping from Leonardo's mouth, panting.
“Leon-leonadro!”
Leonardo allowed the device to quicken its pace. He greedily watched Ezio clutch him, close to release. The inventor gave the assassin's lower half one, final squeeze and relished in look on Ezio's face as he, shuddered, came, and groaned. Leonardo wished he had time to fetch a sketchbook and capture the image of his friend, splattered in his own cum, on page. Ezio had closed his eyes, resting after the ordeal. The artist gently prodded the substance on his friends abdomen smirking. This had become the best of evenings. Moving to free Ezio from the device, he hear his friend murmur his name.
“Leonardo...grazie, il mio carissima...” The inventor blushed. Had Ezio just revealed a hint of the feelings Leonardo had always hoped to receive? Oh dear, this was so very bad, but, also incredibly good.
“Ezio, get up, you should clean yourself up. Stay here tonight, va bene?” pausing to gather his courage, “Stay with me, il mio amore.”
“Mmmm, of course, Leonardo.”
Before sleep that night, Ezio planted a heart melting, yet chaste kiss upon Leonardo's lips.
“Buonanotte, il mio inventore.”