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Clothes Trouble
(Anonymous) 2010-02-26 01:01 am (UTC)(link)They never did truly realize just how complicated their outfits were. Of course, that can lead to problems in the midst of passion.
L-LOL
(Anonymous) 2010-03-08 10:04 am (UTC)(link)Re: Clothes Trouble
(Anonymous) 2010-03-09 12:57 am (UTC)(link)This is what comes to my mind everytime they have sex. I just, I mean... I know that Leonardo had well trained fingers, but come on... The first time they *had* to be in a big *trouble*
So I do want this. It would be hilarious.
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(Anonymous) 2010-03-09 10:20 am (UTC)(link)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Clothes,” Ezio panted, his face buried in Leonardo’s neck. “Off.”
In form of agreement, Leonardo’s hands moved to his waist, fiddling with the array of leather buckles holding his weapons. There was a definite impatience here: neither of them felt clothes were particularly necessary at the moment. Ezio tugged at Leonardo’s shirt, growling with frustration. No matter how many ties he seemed to undo, there was always one more.
“Maledizone,” Leonardo cursed, and Ezio glanced down to see the inventor was completely dumbfounded by the complicated clasp on his belt. Chuckling slightly, Ezio unclasped it (a move that took far more practice than he would ever admit) and allowed Leonardo to continue struggling. Turning back to the task at hand, he frowned. Attempting a new tactic, he tried pulling the shirt over Leonardo’s head. Instead of sliding over easily as he had planned, it got stuck just above eye-level, Leonardo’s arms forced upwards. He could hear Leonardo’s protests, muffled by the heavy fabric of the shirt. Torn between frustration and amusement, Ezio tugged it back down, revealing an incredibly disgruntled Leonardo.
“Idiot,” Leonardo muttered, and of course Ezio felt obliged to apologize with a tender kiss.
“This is ridiculous,” Ezio stated flatly. Raising his left arm, there was a familiar swish of the blade extending. Leonardo stared at it for a second, his eyes wide, before letting out an undignified yelp as it swiped down across his chest.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he shrieked, despite it being perfectly obvious that hadn’t been Ezio’s intent. Instead of responding, Ezio simply waited a beat before gently nudging Leonardo’s shirt. The slight pressure of his finger was enough to send the now shredded garment falling to the floor. Leonardo stared at it for a second before looking back at Ezio. Judging from the look on Leonardo’s face, Ezio was going to regret this tomorrow. Still, right now, he just couldn't bring himself to care.
“You’re paying for that.”
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*runs and hides forever*
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(Anonymous) 2010-03-10 02:10 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2010-03-10 02:35 am (UTC)(link)not that I don't love it already <3
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(Anonymous) 2010-03-10 07:08 am (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2010-03-11 04:12 am (UTC)(link)wardrobe malfunctions [1/2]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-14 10:24 am (UTC)(link)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Leonardo had told Ezio he was going to pay for ruining his clothes, this had not been what the assassin expected. Somehow, the artist had managed to get loops of red cloth knotted around Ezio’s wrist. From there, Leonardo had managed to manouver him over the workbench, and now his arms were secured behind him. Though he had struggled at first, Leonardo had proven rather skilled at silencing him. The complaints had died away, soon to be replaced with ragged moans and desperate whimpers. By now, Ezio couldn’t have said how long he’d been there, completely at Leonardo’s mercy. It could have been hours; it could have been only a few brief minutes. All Ezio knew was that he could never remember being this desperate.
“Merda! Please, Leonardo,” Ezio groaned as the artist ran his finger just once down Ezio’s swollen prick. Chuckling, Leonardo moved his finger in a small circle around the tip before pulling his hand away.
“Didn’t I say that you would pay?” he asked, somehow managing to look innocent even as he leaned forward to gently bite Ezio’s left nipple. Ezio gasped, his back arching. “I intend to extract proper payment. Now, will you be good? Or do we have to do this the hard way?”
Ezio nodded frantically, and Leonardo raised an eyebrow. “That wasn’t an answer,” Leonardo said firmly, his voice low as his finger ran in circles were his mouth had just been.
“Please,” Ezio panted, hanging his head in shame. There was no logical reason for him to be enjoying this so much. There was no reason for a jolt of lust to run through him at the purely hungry look in Leonardo’s eyes. “I’ll be good, please, just touch me.”
Leonardo smirked, and it was only as the artist squeezed his thigh lightly that Ezio realised he may have just made things worse for himself.
“‘Please’,” Leonardo mused, his eyes darkening. “Yes, I rather like that. But perhaps later, si, caro mio? After all, there are so many things I want to do first.”
Leonardo reached to some place behind Ezio, and no matter how hard he craned his neck, Ezio couldn’t see what he was trying to reach. The faint pop told him what it was before the jar even came into view. Dipping just a single finger into the jar, Leonardo recommenced his torture of Ezio’s chest. Ezio’s anticipation grew the further down Leonardo moved, a low moan escaping him as the artist dipped his tongue into his bellybutton. When a finger pressed teasingly against his entrance, Ezio pressed his hips back against it, whining when Leonardo moved it away. Chuckling, Leonardo slid the finger in – and kept it completely still. Ezio whined again. Leonardo was cruel.
“What’s the magic word?” Leonardo teased, and Ezio groaned. This was humiliating. He would not – and then Leonardo crooked his finger, and the next thing he knew he was pleading desperately. And dammit, he shouldn’t be enjoying this so much.
wardrobe malfunctions [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-14 10:25 am (UTC)(link)“What do you want, my beautiful Ezio?” Leonardo said, and his voice was low enough to send a shiver down Ezio’s spine. Ezio watched the artist hungrily as he sat back, his eyes, dark with lust, following his every movement.
“Touch me,” Ezio begged, all thoughts of resistence driven from his mind.
“Here?” Leonardo asked innocently, tracing a finger up and down his scarred chest. Ezio scowled.
“Lower.”
“Oh, mi dispiace, Ezio. How about here?” Leonardo teased, grinning now as he moved the same finger in small circles just under Ezio’s left knee.
“Leonardo,” Ezio whined, and the artist chuckled.
“You’re going to have to be more specific, love.”
“Christ, Leonardo. Fuck me!” the bound assassin demanded. Leonardo raised an eyebrow, and Ezio quickly tacked on, “Please.”
“Ask again. Properly this time.”
Ezio’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. Making his voice as inviting as possible, he tried again. “Please, Leonardo? I want to feel you inside me.” Very deliberately, he cast his eyes down to Leonardo’s cock, and was pleased to see it was rock hard and leaking at the tip. Leonardo made a strangled noise and captured Ezio’s lips in a fiery kiss, slamming into him as he did so. A gasp escaped Ezio’s lips as his head fell back and hit the desk. He knew he was saying something – or maybe he was just moaning – because he could hear his voice, but he didn’t have the slightest idea what he was saying. Judging from Leonardo’s reaction, it was good, as the artist adjusted the angle slightly and Ezio saw white.
“Touch me,” he panted, and this time there was no teasing: Leonardo’s hand went directly to his prick. The joint sensations were overwhelming Ezio. Moaning Leonardo’s name, he completely lost control. Distantly, he heard a low moan that was his only warning before Leonardo came. The couple sagged against the table, barely noticing the stickiness between them. Leonardo’s hands reached up behind him, and suddenly Ezio could move his arms again. Rubbing them, Ezio smirked at the artist.
“Next time, I’m the one tying you up.”
Re: wardrobe malfunctions [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-10 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)