“Nobody will see us here,” Ezio sucked at the patch of skin under Leonardo’s left ear until the artist hissed and twisted eagerly into his teeth, his arms curled tight around Ezio’s shoulders.
“I… I… aah! Harder, Ezio, per favore…”
“You need to be able to walk home, do you not?” Ezio chuckled at Leonardo’s frustrated whimper. “So we will take this slow, and when we are home, if you still need to be pounded into a wall, a bed, then… ah… I will gladly oblige you, beloved.”
[ “Slow? They’re going to take this slow?”
“Logically it makes sense, Miles.”
“No it does not! We’re talking about capital punishment for sodomy here!”
“History indicates that neither of them got caught. Don’t worry, Des. Mm. I think I’m going to save this part.”
“Rebecca.”
“Leonardo is the hottest piece of ass that I’ve ever seen, Des. Don’t judge me.”
“He’s gay. And he’s dead.”
“So?”
“… I hate you all. I can hear you laughing, Lucy. Can anyone tell me how long this sequence has left?”
“Looks like at least an hour. Sit tight, Des.”
“Fuuuck.”
“You don’t say. We have to sit here and listen to you bitch and whine for an hour. Think about us here, Miles. Besides, you’re clearly enjoying it.”
“Stop making him feel self-conscious, Shaun. Desmond, I’m sorry. Rebecca and I will try and work on isolating sequences so this won’t happen again.”
“Aww, Lucy-”
“Well, you have to admit that this is pretty much a waste of time, Rebecca.”
“Yeah, like I’m the only one blushing here.”
] It was a pleasant eternity of slow thrusts and sloppy kisses before Leonardo stiffened and ground down against him with a wrenching moan. “E-Ezio…”
“Mi dispiace, beloved. Endure it a little longer.” Ezio pressed one of Leonardo’s thighs carefully up against the artist, spreading him further, and thrust hard, snapping his hips into the hot, wet heat of Leonardo’s body until his lover was clawing weakly at his shoulders with hoarse cries like wounded moans. When Ezio reached completion it was with his teeth buried in Leonardo’s throat.
Leonardo was stumbling even as they dressed and cleaned up the best they could, the artist gingerly pressing his fingers against the marked skin, too high for a collar to hide. “I think you… you do this to me on purpose.”
Ezio smirked, drawing one of Leonardo’s arms around his shoulders to support him as they walked down the alley. “You believe so?”
“Do you know how inconvenient it is to have to apply theatre makeup every morning to hide it?” Leonardo smiled against Ezio’s ear, kissing his cheek, then he grimaced as he took another unsteady step. “Really, Ezio, this is quite uncomfortable. And awkward.”
“What is?”
“Walking when… when I am like this.” Leonardo stiffened briefly.
“When you are so wet with my issue?” Ezio purred, patting Leonardo’s rump, grinning as the artist flinched. “Hmm.”
“I know that sound,” Leonardo grumbled. “I am tired. When we reach our home, I am going to sleep.”
“Very well.” Ezio, however, merely nipped Leonardo, just above the reddening mark he had left earlier.
“… perhaps taking a lover so much younger than myself has its disadvantages.” Leonardo twisted a little in Ezio’s arms, and they shared a tender kiss in the dark.
[ “Hey. Hey, hey, the sequence isn’t ending. You said an hour. It’s been an hour, right?”
“I said at least an hour, Des. Looks like we get to follow them home.”
“Don’t sound so goddamn perky! Fast forward button! Concentrate!”
“Put a sock in it, Miles. I swear, listening to you whine through the entire thing has the erotic effect of imagining Margaret Thatcher in her knickers.”
The Animus is for Porn [2/2]
“Nobody will see us here,” Ezio sucked at the patch of skin under Leonardo’s left ear until the artist hissed and twisted eagerly into his teeth, his arms curled tight around Ezio’s shoulders.
“I… I… aah! Harder, Ezio, per favore…”
“You need to be able to walk home, do you not?” Ezio chuckled at Leonardo’s frustrated whimper. “So we will take this slow, and when we are home, if you still need to be pounded into a wall, a bed, then… ah… I will gladly oblige you, beloved.”
[
“Slow? They’re going to take this slow?”
“Logically it makes sense, Miles.”
“No it does not! We’re talking about capital punishment for sodomy here!”
“History indicates that neither of them got caught. Don’t worry, Des. Mm. I think I’m going to save this part.”
“Rebecca.”
“Leonardo is the hottest piece of ass that I’ve ever seen, Des. Don’t judge me.”
“He’s gay. And he’s dead.”
“So?”
“… I hate you all. I can hear you laughing, Lucy. Can anyone tell me how long this sequence has left?”
“Looks like at least an hour. Sit tight, Des.”
“Fuuuck.”
“You don’t say. We have to sit here and listen to you bitch and whine for an hour. Think about us here, Miles. Besides, you’re clearly enjoying it.”
“Stop making him feel self-conscious, Shaun. Desmond, I’m sorry. Rebecca and I will try and work on isolating sequences so this won’t happen again.”
“Aww, Lucy-”
“Well, you have to admit that this is pretty much a waste of time, Rebecca.”
“Yeah, like I’m the only one blushing here.”
]
It was a pleasant eternity of slow thrusts and sloppy kisses before Leonardo stiffened and ground down against him with a wrenching moan. “E-Ezio…”
“Mi dispiace, beloved. Endure it a little longer.” Ezio pressed one of Leonardo’s thighs carefully up against the artist, spreading him further, and thrust hard, snapping his hips into the hot, wet heat of Leonardo’s body until his lover was clawing weakly at his shoulders with hoarse cries like wounded moans. When Ezio reached completion it was with his teeth buried in Leonardo’s throat.
Leonardo was stumbling even as they dressed and cleaned up the best they could, the artist gingerly pressing his fingers against the marked skin, too high for a collar to hide. “I think you… you do this to me on purpose.”
Ezio smirked, drawing one of Leonardo’s arms around his shoulders to support him as they walked down the alley. “You believe so?”
“Do you know how inconvenient it is to have to apply theatre makeup every morning to hide it?” Leonardo smiled against Ezio’s ear, kissing his cheek, then he grimaced as he took another unsteady step. “Really, Ezio, this is quite uncomfortable. And awkward.”
“What is?”
“Walking when… when I am like this.” Leonardo stiffened briefly.
“When you are so wet with my issue?” Ezio purred, patting Leonardo’s rump, grinning as the artist flinched. “Hmm.”
“I know that sound,” Leonardo grumbled. “I am tired. When we reach our home, I am going to sleep.”
“Very well.” Ezio, however, merely nipped Leonardo, just above the reddening mark he had left earlier.
“… perhaps taking a lover so much younger than myself has its disadvantages.” Leonardo twisted a little in Ezio’s arms, and they shared a tender kiss in the dark.
[
“Hey. Hey, hey, the sequence isn’t ending. You said an hour. It’s been an hour, right?”
“I said at least an hour, Des. Looks like we get to follow them home.”
“Don’t sound so goddamn perky! Fast forward button! Concentrate!”
“Put a sock in it, Miles. I swear, listening to you whine through the entire thing has the erotic effect of imagining Margaret Thatcher in her knickers.”
“I really hate you all.”
]
-fin, lol-