He kept his fists tight on both Leonardo's hair and his cock while he rode out the remainder of his climax. Leonardo's eyes were closed, his mouth half-open and panting, the deep flush on his face an amazing contrast to the white streaks that sullied his face. Ezio lazily pumped his softening shaft while keeping the tip above that open mouth, spilling the remaining drops of his come on pink lips and a red tongue.
He stroked and tapped the tip across those glistening, shapely lips -- nothing more would come out. With a deep, satisfied sigh, his grip on Leonardo's head eased, but didn't completely let go. He took a step back, his eyes taking in the older man's state. Blue eyes hesitantly tried blink, but couldn't open fully from underneath the sticky emissions, while his throat worked to swallow what his tongue could lick off from his teeth and lips. His hands jerked upward, moving to wipe his face--
"Wait, wait," Ezio said in a rush, while he knelt in front of his lover, "let me look at you."
"Ezio, I cannot see--" But Ezio batted away Leonardo's hands and then placed both palms on either side of the older man's face, memorizing the sight. He knew, with little doubt, that Leonardo would one day ruin him for other women. For him, reality rarely lived up to his sexual fantasies, but he would walk away tonight completely sated and with a new, fresh memory to keep him occupied during the nights when he needed release, and a body to warm his bed was too much of a risk.
"Mi dispiace," he murmured, as he reluctantly let Leonardo pull back.
The artist wiped his face with the sleeve of his tunic. He laughed at Ezio's apology, the sound easing some of the assassin's guilt. "You do not sound very sorry."
Ezio gave him a playful smirk. "No, I suppose not. You have no idea how amazing you looked just then." He scooted closer to the older man, his hand stroking up a pale thigh and cupping his still-excited, bared flesh. "Now," he breathed against the smiling mouth, "what shall we do with this, hm?"
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He stroked and tapped the tip across those glistening, shapely lips -- nothing more would come out. With a deep, satisfied sigh, his grip on Leonardo's head eased, but didn't completely let go. He took a step back, his eyes taking in the older man's state. Blue eyes hesitantly tried blink, but couldn't open fully from underneath the sticky emissions, while his throat worked to swallow what his tongue could lick off from his teeth and lips. His hands jerked upward, moving to wipe his face--
"Wait, wait," Ezio said in a rush, while he knelt in front of his lover, "let me look at you."
"Ezio, I cannot see--" But Ezio batted away Leonardo's hands and then placed both palms on either side of the older man's face, memorizing the sight. He knew, with little doubt, that Leonardo would one day ruin him for other women. For him, reality rarely lived up to his sexual fantasies, but he would walk away tonight completely sated and with a new, fresh memory to keep him occupied during the nights when he needed release, and a body to warm his bed was too much of a risk.
"Mi dispiace," he murmured, as he reluctantly let Leonardo pull back.
The artist wiped his face with the sleeve of his tunic. He laughed at Ezio's apology, the sound easing some of the assassin's guilt. "You do not sound very sorry."
Ezio gave him a playful smirk. "No, I suppose not. You have no idea how amazing you looked just then." He scooted closer to the older man, his hand stroking up a pale thigh and cupping his still-excited, bared flesh. "Now," he breathed against the smiling mouth, "what shall we do with this, hm?"
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