"So, any other clever quips you'd like to get out, my dear?"
If he was capable of speech, Ezio would be begging. As it is, the garbled mess that comes out of his throat at the smooth voice above him will have to do. The man above him chuckles, pushing Ezio down into the bed a little more, encouraging him to arch his hips up into the man's ruthless hold. "Such a beautiful man we become, but we start off so very mouthy, no? I'm beginning to wonder how La Volpe or Leonardo did not throw me down over the nearest bit of furniture and raw us into oblivion." He thrusts hard, and Ezio mewls, his hands scrabbling at the blankets beneath him even as his mouth opens, tears beading his eyes.
He shouldn't feel like this, but Gods almighty, the man proclaiming to be him from a distant future knows how to use that cock of his, and for the first time Ezio is more than glad to be on the receiving end of another man's desire. Nevermind that the bastard has edged him mercilessly since this started, and Ezio has lost time - he knows the sun was just beginning to rise when this started, and now it's almost midday. It's been hours, and his body is flagging.
"Please," he begs, thrashing. "Please, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry--"
"Shhh," the black-hooded Ezio murmurs, a hand coming around to gently close over his throat. Ezio shivers and sobs, wanting it even as his body tells him it's too much, that he will die like this, impaled on his own cock, used so well he will never get the shape out of him. "Oh my darling, you're not sorry. You are sorry that there is now someone bigger and stronger fucking you like you deserve. But you aren't sorry for being mouthy, are you boy? No, we are never sorry when we think we're being clever." The grin beneath the hood is all teeth. "I must make sure the punishment sticks."
"Please," Ezio whispers, even as his older self pulls him up, and a soft beard scrapes against his neck. His tears are kissed away, and he's helpless to do anything but take what is given.
"In time," his older self promises, and suddenly the tempo changes, because harsher, faster, and his grip tightens. "You will learn to think before you speak."
The resulting orgasm whites the world out, and brings Ezio over the edge screaming - but it is a fine death he suffers at the hands of another.
FILL: Mouthy Boy
If he was capable of speech, Ezio would be begging. As it is, the garbled mess that comes out of his throat at the smooth voice above him will have to do. The man above him chuckles, pushing Ezio down into the bed a little more, encouraging him to arch his hips up into the man's ruthless hold. "Such a beautiful man we become, but we start off so very mouthy, no? I'm beginning to wonder how La Volpe or Leonardo did not throw me down over the nearest bit of furniture and raw us into oblivion." He thrusts hard, and Ezio mewls, his hands scrabbling at the blankets beneath him even as his mouth opens, tears beading his eyes.
He shouldn't feel like this, but Gods almighty, the man proclaiming to be him from a distant future knows how to use that cock of his, and for the first time Ezio is more than glad to be on the receiving end of another man's desire. Nevermind that the bastard has edged him mercilessly since this started, and Ezio has lost time - he knows the sun was just beginning to rise when this started, and now it's almost midday. It's been hours, and his body is flagging.
"Please," he begs, thrashing. "Please, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry--"
"Shhh," the black-hooded Ezio murmurs, a hand coming around to gently close over his throat. Ezio shivers and sobs, wanting it even as his body tells him it's too much, that he will die like this, impaled on his own cock, used so well he will never get the shape out of him. "Oh my darling, you're not sorry. You are sorry that there is now someone bigger and stronger fucking you like you deserve. But you aren't sorry for being mouthy, are you boy? No, we are never sorry when we think we're being clever." The grin beneath the hood is all teeth. "I must make sure the punishment sticks."
"Please," Ezio whispers, even as his older self pulls him up, and a soft beard scrapes against his neck. His tears are kissed away, and he's helpless to do anything but take what is given.
"In time," his older self promises, and suddenly the tempo changes, because harsher, faster, and his grip tightens. "You will learn to think before you speak."
The resulting orgasm whites the world out, and brings Ezio over the edge screaming - but it is a fine death he suffers at the hands of another.