Sorry for the long wait - life turned out a bit more hectic than I thought. On with the show!
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Anyone who knew Ezio Auditore intimately would have assumed easily that the kiss he gave Leonardo (finally!) was the same kiss he had given to all the other bed-mates he'd had over the years; an open, unashamed show of passion and lust, complete with the usage of his talented tongue. And every single one of them would have been wrong.
Yes, the kiss Ezio gave was passionate. But it was also chaste. It did not push or demand, merely ask; it showed the emotions that had been hidden away the long days during war. Leonardo found it easy to accept the kiss, easy to reach down and twine his fingers with Ezio's, and easier still to relax within the assassin's grasp and let his body respond to the desire. His loins felt like they were on fire, but his heart was just as bad, swelling in his chest until he was sure his ribs would break and his skin split open. Leonardo intended to give both of the organs the due workout they deserved after the many years of waiting, but that would require pulling away from Ezio's delightfully delicious kiss, and he wasn't quite ready to do that yet.
Unfortunately, it seemed they still carried the ability to breath despite the fact that their hearts no longer worked (Leonardo wondered at that) and before long both men were pulling back, breathless. Ezio rested his forehead against the artist's, refusing to pull back any further than absolutely necessary. Leonardo couldn't stop a smile from gracing his features and nuzzled his comrade, rubbing his cheek against Ezio's own and relishing the soft feel. He had always assumed Ezio's beard would be rough and scratchy, and yet somehow it always felt nice to the touch. Then again, with the way the assassin groomed himself, he shouldn't have been surprised. Ezio took care of himself well, and had been compared to a woman at times.
Leonardo sighed when he felt Ezio's lips trace the side of his neck, gentle nips here and there making him squirm slightly. Although both men were hard and desired relief, neither felt particularly urgent about it. They were more interested in exploring each others' bodies and learning what spots produced the best feeling, as well as just generally appreciating what the other had to offer. More gentle worship than hard desire. Leonardo untangled one of his hands from Ezio's, looping it around his shoulders to run callused fingertips over the back of the assassin's neck, feeling Ezio shudder almost violently. Apparently Leonardo had found one of Ezio's weak points - and a well-covered one at that.
Chuckling as a thought suddenly recalled itself into his head, he untangled himself from his new love and pulled back, causing Ezio to startle. "Leonardo?" His expression spoke worry that his feelings had been denied -- that it had all been some horrible dream.
Leonard was quick to reassure. "Calm yourself Ezio, I'm not going anywhere. I was merely thinking we should thank your sister after we're done here, hm? She does deserve it, after all."
The worry disappeared, replaced by a flat expression while his eyes spoke of mischief. "My sister," he said, "needs to be dunked in a lake that sits in either a frozen wasteland or a very cold area."
Leonardo smiled, pretend to tut disapprovingly at his lover. "Ezio, that's hardly any way to reward your sibling for all she's done."
Ezio pouted. "I did not say I would not thank her. I just merely wish to dunk her in a cold lake somewhere first!"
The older man couldn't help it; he threw back his head and laughed, Ezio joining him after a short while. Both knew Ezio wasn't serious - he would probably be getting on bended knee to thank Claudia later on - but it was something required to say between siblings; the banter that always went on between older children present even in times such as these. Besides, Leonardo was sure if they had been the ones giving Claudia advice, she would have said the same thing.
Finally he wiped his eyes, laughter draining away into hiccuping chuckles. "Ah Ezio, you truly are incorrigible! But seriously now, we must thank your sister for being stubborn enough to push us where we needed to go, si?"
"Si," Ezio nodded, smiling, "I already know what I will give her for all her patience and hard work with us."
"Oh?"
"I'm not telling."
"Well that is hardly fair! What if I get her the same thing as you?"
"Return it?"
"Ezio!"
The cheeky assassin grinned impishly, leaning in a bit to bump noses with Leonardo in an Eskimo kiss. "Perhaps a kiss will loosen my tongue."
Leonardo crossed his arms and looked to the side. "I don't know if I want to kiss you anymore. Such a stubborn steak is unattractive, especially for a man your age."
"You're older than I am! And twice as stubborn!"
"Yes, but I am also artistic. Everyone knows people love such qualities in artists." The blond fought not to laugh at the horrified, jealous look on Ezio's face at the idea of someone else touching what the assassin clearly now thought of as 'his'.
"Even if they're a complete madman?"
"I prefer the term 'genius'. I believe you are the madman in this equation."
"I was young and impressionable when I said that! And I was on borrowed time!"
"Mm, excuses, excuses."
Ezio grumbled, reaching down and shutting his friend up with another mind-drowning kiss. When they pulled apart a little bit of the heat from earlier had returned, making Ezio's eyes a little darker and Leonardo's grip on him a little tighter than it should have been. "You should stop teasing me, genius, before I put the wall behind you to good use," Ezio purred in his ear, biting the lobe and causing Leonardo to shiver.
Leonardo ran his hands down Ezio's back, nails digging into the cloth. "I would not object to that, madman, so long as you made it worth my while," he murmured back, breath hitching when Ezio's leg made itself known between his legs. Ahh, god that felt good. "T-tease!"
"I think not, amore."
The leg started putting more pressure against his groin, and Leonardo moaned, hips starting to thrust back of their own accord. There was a dark growl from in front of him, and suddenly his back was hitting the wall, shirt being rucked up as hands traced his nipples. "Now who's the tease, Leonardo?"
The man wrapped his legs around the others hips, dragging him forward so that they were closer, arousals rubbing against one another through the cloth prisons. "S-still you, Ezio. It's a-always be-been you."
"Is that so?" Talented fingers of one hand began to dive down towards his breeches, pulling at the strings to free his prize while another swatted the hat off his head and ran through the silky strands, down his back and around to cup his ass, lifting the artist into the air and pinning him against the wall. "Well then, allow me to correct that... immediately."
FILL: Our Paradise 16/?
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Anyone who knew Ezio Auditore intimately would have assumed easily that the kiss he gave Leonardo (finally!) was the same kiss he had given to all the other bed-mates he'd had over the years; an open, unashamed show of passion and lust, complete with the usage of his talented tongue. And every single one of them would have been wrong.
Yes, the kiss Ezio gave was passionate. But it was also chaste. It did not push or demand, merely ask; it showed the emotions that had been hidden away the long days during war. Leonardo found it easy to accept the kiss, easy to reach down and twine his fingers with Ezio's, and easier still to relax within the assassin's grasp and let his body respond to the desire. His loins felt like they were on fire, but his heart was just as bad, swelling in his chest until he was sure his ribs would break and his skin split open. Leonardo intended to give both of the organs the due workout they deserved after the many years of waiting, but that would require pulling away from Ezio's delightfully delicious kiss, and he wasn't quite ready to do that yet.
Unfortunately, it seemed they still carried the ability to breath despite the fact that their hearts no longer worked (Leonardo wondered at that) and before long both men were pulling back, breathless. Ezio rested his forehead against the artist's, refusing to pull back any further than absolutely necessary. Leonardo couldn't stop a smile from gracing his features and nuzzled his comrade, rubbing his cheek against Ezio's own and relishing the soft feel. He had always assumed Ezio's beard would be rough and scratchy, and yet somehow it always felt nice to the touch. Then again, with the way the assassin groomed himself, he shouldn't have been surprised. Ezio took care of himself well, and had been compared to a woman at times.
Leonardo sighed when he felt Ezio's lips trace the side of his neck, gentle nips here and there making him squirm slightly. Although both men were hard and desired relief, neither felt particularly urgent about it. They were more interested in exploring each others' bodies and learning what spots produced the best feeling, as well as just generally appreciating what the other had to offer. More gentle worship than hard desire. Leonardo untangled one of his hands from Ezio's, looping it around his shoulders to run callused fingertips over the back of the assassin's neck, feeling Ezio shudder almost violently. Apparently Leonardo had found one of Ezio's weak points - and a well-covered one at that.
Chuckling as a thought suddenly recalled itself into his head, he untangled himself from his new love and pulled back, causing Ezio to startle. "Leonardo?" His expression spoke worry that his feelings had been denied -- that it had all been some horrible dream.
Leonard was quick to reassure. "Calm yourself Ezio, I'm not going anywhere. I was merely thinking we should thank your sister after we're done here, hm? She does deserve it, after all."
The worry disappeared, replaced by a flat expression while his eyes spoke of mischief. "My sister," he said, "needs to be dunked in a lake that sits in either a frozen wasteland or a very cold area."
Leonardo smiled, pretend to tut disapprovingly at his lover. "Ezio, that's hardly any way to reward your sibling for all she's done."
Ezio pouted. "I did not say I would not thank her. I just merely wish to dunk her in a cold lake somewhere first!"
The older man couldn't help it; he threw back his head and laughed, Ezio joining him after a short while. Both knew Ezio wasn't serious - he would probably be getting on bended knee to thank Claudia later on - but it was something required to say between siblings; the banter that always went on between older children present even in times such as these. Besides, Leonardo was sure if they had been the ones giving Claudia advice, she would have said the same thing.
Finally he wiped his eyes, laughter draining away into hiccuping chuckles. "Ah Ezio, you truly are incorrigible! But seriously now, we must thank your sister for being stubborn enough to push us where we needed to go, si?"
"Si," Ezio nodded, smiling, "I already know what I will give her for all her patience and hard work with us."
"Oh?"
"I'm not telling."
"Well that is hardly fair! What if I get her the same thing as you?"
"Return it?"
"Ezio!"
The cheeky assassin grinned impishly, leaning in a bit to bump noses with Leonardo in an Eskimo kiss. "Perhaps a kiss will loosen my tongue."
Leonardo crossed his arms and looked to the side. "I don't know if I want to kiss you anymore. Such a stubborn steak is unattractive, especially for a man your age."
"You're older than I am! And twice as stubborn!"
"Yes, but I am also artistic. Everyone knows people love such qualities in artists." The blond fought not to laugh at the horrified, jealous look on Ezio's face at the idea of someone else touching what the assassin clearly now thought of as 'his'.
"Even if they're a complete madman?"
"I prefer the term 'genius'. I believe you are the madman in this equation."
"I was young and impressionable when I said that! And I was on borrowed time!"
"Mm, excuses, excuses."
Ezio grumbled, reaching down and shutting his friend up with another mind-drowning kiss. When they pulled apart a little bit of the heat from earlier had returned, making Ezio's eyes a little darker and Leonardo's grip on him a little tighter than it should have been. "You should stop teasing me, genius, before I put the wall behind you to good use," Ezio purred in his ear, biting the lobe and causing Leonardo to shiver.
Leonardo ran his hands down Ezio's back, nails digging into the cloth. "I would not object to that, madman, so long as you made it worth my while," he murmured back, breath hitching when Ezio's leg made itself known between his legs. Ahh, god that felt good. "T-tease!"
"I think not, amore."
The leg started putting more pressure against his groin, and Leonardo moaned, hips starting to thrust back of their own accord. There was a dark growl from in front of him, and suddenly his back was hitting the wall, shirt being rucked up as hands traced his nipples. "Now who's the tease, Leonardo?"
The man wrapped his legs around the others hips, dragging him forward so that they were closer, arousals rubbing against one another through the cloth prisons. "S-still you, Ezio. It's a-always be-been you."
"Is that so?" Talented fingers of one hand began to dive down towards his breeches, pulling at the strings to free his prize while another swatted the hat off his head and ran through the silky strands, down his back and around to cup his ass, lifting the artist into the air and pinning him against the wall. "Well then, allow me to correct that... immediately."