It was only after the fact, when his sight grew unfocused and his mind grew hazy, that Leonardo truly realized how rough La Volpe was with his thrusts (not to mention how thick he actually was, sliding in and out of his throat). He looked up at the Fox with glassy eyes, pleading for air with a half-heard groan, trying to get the other man to pay attention.
Another three thrusts came before any relief was met. His eyes came closed and only then did the hands leave his hair and he felt his body being lifted.
“Merda! Leonardo, are you alright?” The voice was distant, but it was coming back now that air was burning its way into his lungs. His head lolled back as he gasped, panting for air and still, he smiled.
Getting to his feet, head finally clearly, Leonardo gripped La Volpe’s shoulders, pulling their bodies together. “F-fine. J-just f-fine. But—AH!” Hips ground into Gilberto’s thigh, hissing as the fabric of his pants rubbed against his ignored erection. The assassin looked down, raising a brow.
“After all that, you are still hard?”
There came no reply in words, only another gasp as Leonardo pressed harder.
La Volpe grinned. “Slut.” There was no more recovery, no more waiting, as La Volpe gripped the front of Leonardo’s shirt, throwing him down face-first onto the work table. He only had enough sense to use his arms to brace his self before the weight of the Fox came down on his back, forcing his arms to give on threat of snapping.
“You like it rough, don’t you, Maestro?” The words came hot in his ear, feeling the breathe sent shivers across his flesh. “Being treated like a common whore…” These words were emphasized by a harsh slap to Leonardo’s covered ass, making him yelp from the dull pain.
“No, signore.” Leonardo gasped out, curling blunt nails against the wood below. “I simply enjoy the feeling of—of humanity…of humility.” Another smack, hard, and Leonardo moaned. “The feeling that I am, after all, simply human…” That hand he couldn’t see then practically ripped his pants down, all the way to his knees, before running nails across the flesh of Leonardo’s lower back, leaving angry red lines in their wake. Another gasp, another moan, and Leonardo thrust his hips forward, grinding his dick onto the rough table below him.
“Slut.”
There was no time to answer this time as two fingers, dry, were shoved all the way into him. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, mouth hung open in a silent cry; back arched to the point of almost snapping.
“L-La V-V-Volpe!” His voice cracked from the pain. A smirk pressed against his ear as those fingers snapped back and rammed right back in their place once more. “Oh, god!” Leonardo thrashed, his inner walls clenching around those fingers, trying to push him out and drag him further in at the same time.
A pause came in the brutal assault on his hole, to which Leonardo was left shaking and panting on the table top. Strong hands gripped his shoulders, flipping him over so the wood now bit into his back, even through the thin shirt.
“Am I too rough?” La Volpe was smirking down at him. Even without the hood on, his eyes were dark, powerful, and menacing. “Too much?” The voice was almost mocking. A hand reached out, pressing his palm up against the underside of Leonardo’s cock. It was still hard, leaking precome all over his stomach. “You’re normal partner doesn’t do this, does he?” Leonardo froze. “Never this rough…this hard…” That hand was rubbing up and down his dick, making Leonardo throw back his head and groan. La Volpe knew, he knew of Ezio. Leonardo should stop, should feel dirty, filthy, and shove the other assassin away. But he couldn’t. He could only squeeze his eyes closed. The hand paused.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Leonardo thought about this. He thought of Ezio, for a moment, some distance away, days worth of travel. Then he opened his eyes and saw the man standing over him, saw that huge cock swollen and still glistening in the candle light from Leonardo’s own mouth. His jaw throbbed and ached.
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Another three thrusts came before any relief was met. His eyes came closed and only then did the hands leave his hair and he felt his body being lifted.
“Merda! Leonardo, are you alright?” The voice was distant, but it was coming back now that air was burning its way into his lungs. His head lolled back as he gasped, panting for air and still, he smiled.
Getting to his feet, head finally clearly, Leonardo gripped La Volpe’s shoulders, pulling their bodies together. “F-fine. J-just f-fine. But—AH!” Hips ground into Gilberto’s thigh, hissing as the fabric of his pants rubbed against his ignored erection. The assassin looked down, raising a brow.
“After all that, you are still hard?”
There came no reply in words, only another gasp as Leonardo pressed harder.
La Volpe grinned. “Slut.” There was no more recovery, no more waiting, as La Volpe gripped the front of Leonardo’s shirt, throwing him down face-first onto the work table. He only had enough sense to use his arms to brace his self before the weight of the Fox came down on his back, forcing his arms to give on threat of snapping.
“You like it rough, don’t you, Maestro?” The words came hot in his ear, feeling the breathe sent shivers across his flesh. “Being treated like a common whore…” These words were emphasized by a harsh slap to Leonardo’s covered ass, making him yelp from the dull pain.
“No, signore.” Leonardo gasped out, curling blunt nails against the wood below. “I simply enjoy the feeling of—of humanity…of humility.” Another smack, hard, and Leonardo moaned. “The feeling that I am, after all, simply human…” That hand he couldn’t see then practically ripped his pants down, all the way to his knees, before running nails across the flesh of Leonardo’s lower back, leaving angry red lines in their wake. Another gasp, another moan, and Leonardo thrust his hips forward, grinding his dick onto the rough table below him.
“Slut.”
There was no time to answer this time as two fingers, dry, were shoved all the way into him. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, mouth hung open in a silent cry; back arched to the point of almost snapping.
“L-La V-V-Volpe!” His voice cracked from the pain. A smirk pressed against his ear as those fingers snapped back and rammed right back in their place once more. “Oh, god!” Leonardo thrashed, his inner walls clenching around those fingers, trying to push him out and drag him further in at the same time.
A pause came in the brutal assault on his hole, to which Leonardo was left shaking and panting on the table top. Strong hands gripped his shoulders, flipping him over so the wood now bit into his back, even through the thin shirt.
“Am I too rough?” La Volpe was smirking down at him. Even without the hood on, his eyes were dark, powerful, and menacing. “Too much?” The voice was almost mocking. A hand reached out, pressing his palm up against the underside of Leonardo’s cock. It was still hard, leaking precome all over his stomach. “You’re normal partner doesn’t do this, does he?” Leonardo froze. “Never this rough…this hard…” That hand was rubbing up and down his dick, making Leonardo throw back his head and groan. La Volpe knew, he knew of Ezio. Leonardo should stop, should feel dirty, filthy, and shove the other assassin away. But he couldn’t. He could only squeeze his eyes closed. The hand paused.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Leonardo thought about this. He thought of Ezio, for a moment, some distance away, days worth of travel. Then he opened his eyes and saw the man standing over him, saw that huge cock swollen and still glistening in the candle light from Leonardo’s own mouth. His jaw throbbed and ached.
Leonardo shuttered. “I shall not protest.”