Stubbornly, Leonardo refused to comply, ignoring the way Ezio’s tongue traced across his lips, resisting the urge to gasp when he nipped at the dimple just at the edge of his cheek. Ezio chuckled softly, other hand rising to take his chin in a bruising grip, forcing him to open to the invasion.
Ezio swallowed his muffled whimper, whether of fear or desperation Leonardo could not be sure. He had craved this for so long, had stifled the impulse out of respect. And now here was Ezio, determined to take from him even as he resisted.
Ezio pulled back suddenly, leaving him gasping for air, thin body heaving with the effort of drawing in oxygen to clear the black spots from his vision. “Never like this, Ezio.”
Somehow he found the strength to raise his nerveless fingers to Ezio’s hand, prying feebly. “Your beautiful mouth says one thing, my old friend, but your traitorous body another.”
Leonardo groaned, it was true and it was false. He could feel himself hardening from no more than the intense gaze Ezio fixed on his face and yet he would rather Ezio had come to him whole, free of the perversion of that blasted-
Another kiss, lingering this time. Ezio’s tongue pushed into his mouth, exploring every corner, savoring the taste. When Leonardo tried to push him away once more, Ezio resisted, teeth clacking together roughly, moving ever deeper.
He broke away again and pried at Ezio’s hand a little more forcefully, wincing when Ezio responded by tugging on his hair sternly.
“Do not. I am of no mind for your games.”
“Games?”
Ezio released his hair, hands gliding down his shoulders, over his chest, lower… Leonardo thrashed, falling back onto the wooden floor and Ezio followed closely, his fingers tangled int he ties of Leonardo’s shirt, hips pinning him firmly.
“Ezio.” He couldn’t manage much else, his throat was too tight for words and a wicked heat coursed through his body. Whatever sickness of the mind had taken Ezio it seemed to be slowly possessing him too.
“Shy glances and sweet words, those little touches. I cannot bear it.” Ezio rocked against him and Leonardo’s head fell back; he twisted and writhed, no longer sure if he was resisting or encouraging.
Ezio’s hot breath whispered through the wisp of his hair, mouth pressed to his ear; “This is a face Salai will never see. It is something we will share, just you and I. Or has he already taken you? Did you let him bend you over the desk and fuck you? Did you cry his name in your ecstasy?”
“He is only my assistant, Ezio. I swear it. A companion.”
“He is a boy. A foolish boy not to notice what lay within his grasp. I made that mistake, but no longer. You are mine, Leonardo. Let there be no doubt in your mind of that.”
Leonardo lay pliant as though strong hands pulled the shirt from his body, arching and shuddering when Ezio kissed a path down his chest slowly, rough skin abrasive against his own pale flesh.
“Look at you, eyes clouded with lust. You pant and writhe like a common harlot.”
He could not refute the claim, he was desperate for what Ezio offered, doubtless as he had intended. The man was a master tactician even here.
Ezio dipped lower, tongue tracing patterns on sensitive flesh, dipping into his navel so that he shuddered and twitched. His hands rose to tangle in Ezio’s hair, pushing him away, holding him close. Ezio rose and caught his hands, pinning them at his sides firmly.
“Do not move, Leonardo.” He flinched at the gleam of a knife, its edge only inches away from his body. Ezio would never cut him, not unless that was exactly what he intended.
“What will you do with me?” As though the answer was not obvious, but he had to ask. He had to know, it was as much a part of his nature as Ezio’s need to possess.
“I will make you see clearly, my old friend.”
“What am I meant to see?” His pants were pulled from his hips forcefully, leaving him bared to the hungry gaze of the assassin. The predator regarding his prey, deciding how it would strike.
“Me. Only me, and what I will do for you.”
Leonardo cried out as Ezio took his stiff length into his mouth, tongue lashing the weeping slit at the tip while those weathered hands grasped his base, stroking firmly, fingers darting back to massage his testicles.
The Burden of Wisdom Part 2
Ezio swallowed his muffled whimper, whether of fear or desperation Leonardo could not be sure. He had craved this for so long, had stifled the impulse out of respect. And now here was Ezio, determined to take from him even as he resisted.
Ezio pulled back suddenly, leaving him gasping for air, thin body heaving with the effort of drawing in oxygen to clear the black spots from his vision. “Never like this, Ezio.”
Somehow he found the strength to raise his nerveless fingers to Ezio’s hand, prying feebly. “Your beautiful mouth says one thing, my old friend, but your traitorous body another.”
Leonardo groaned, it was true and it was false. He could feel himself hardening from no more than the intense gaze Ezio fixed on his face and yet he would rather Ezio had come to him whole, free of the perversion of that blasted-
Another kiss, lingering this time. Ezio’s tongue pushed into his mouth, exploring every corner, savoring the taste. When Leonardo tried to push him away once more, Ezio resisted, teeth clacking together roughly, moving ever deeper.
He broke away again and pried at Ezio’s hand a little more forcefully, wincing when Ezio responded by tugging on his hair sternly.
“Do not. I am of no mind for your games.”
“Games?”
Ezio released his hair, hands gliding down his shoulders, over his chest, lower… Leonardo thrashed, falling back onto the wooden floor and Ezio followed closely, his fingers tangled int he ties of Leonardo’s shirt, hips pinning him firmly.
“Ezio.” He couldn’t manage much else, his throat was too tight for words and a wicked heat coursed through his body. Whatever sickness of the mind had taken Ezio it seemed to be slowly possessing him too.
“Shy glances and sweet words, those little touches. I cannot bear it.” Ezio rocked against him and Leonardo’s head fell back; he twisted and writhed, no longer sure if he was resisting or encouraging.
Ezio’s hot breath whispered through the wisp of his hair, mouth pressed to his ear; “This is a face Salai will never see. It is something we will share, just you and I. Or has he already taken you? Did you let him bend you over the desk and fuck you? Did you cry his name in your ecstasy?”
“He is only my assistant, Ezio. I swear it. A companion.”
“He is a boy. A foolish boy not to notice what lay within his grasp. I made that mistake, but no longer. You are mine, Leonardo. Let there be no doubt in your mind of that.”
Leonardo lay pliant as though strong hands pulled the shirt from his body, arching and shuddering when Ezio kissed a path down his chest slowly, rough skin abrasive against his own pale flesh.
“Look at you, eyes clouded with lust. You pant and writhe like a common harlot.”
He could not refute the claim, he was desperate for what Ezio offered, doubtless as he had intended. The man was a master tactician even here.
Ezio dipped lower, tongue tracing patterns on sensitive flesh, dipping into his navel so that he shuddered and twitched. His hands rose to tangle in Ezio’s hair, pushing him away, holding him close. Ezio rose and caught his hands, pinning them at his sides firmly.
“Do not move, Leonardo.” He flinched at the gleam of a knife, its edge only inches away from his body. Ezio would never cut him, not unless that was exactly what he intended.
“What will you do with me?” As though the answer was not obvious, but he had to ask. He had to know, it was as much a part of his nature as Ezio’s need to possess.
“I will make you see clearly, my old friend.”
“What am I meant to see?” His pants were pulled from his hips forcefully, leaving him bared to the hungry gaze of the assassin. The predator regarding his prey, deciding how it would strike.
“Me. Only me, and what I will do for you.”
Leonardo cried out as Ezio took his stiff length into his mouth, tongue lashing the weeping slit at the tip while those weathered hands grasped his base, stroking firmly, fingers darting back to massage his testicles.