Leonardo turned, an exasperated comment ready to remind Ezio his technique was just fine, when the young man leaned forward and kissed him. It was startling and brief, a strange combination for a first kiss, and Ezio looked uncertain as he pulled away. Leonardo was still trying to gather his wits and explain why this was a bad idea when Ezio kissed him again. This time, he leaned in so their bodies touched and Leonardo felt his cock stir as something hard brushed his hip. Ezio's mouth moved against his, trying to coax out a response, and Leonardo felt himself relenting, his lips parting to let in a tentative tongue.
Just a taste, he thought faintly, just a taste and then I'll stop... But Ezio apparently took this as a success because he crowded his teacher back against the desk, now kissing with the clumsy desperation of youth. Leonardo cupped a hand behind Ezio's head, his little finger brushing against the droplets he'd seen before, and he slowly won over control with lips and teeth and tongue, bringing the kiss to a more languid tempo.
When he eventually remembered to stop and pull away, he realized just how breathless they were and how achingly hard he was. Ezio dropped his head to Leonardo’s shoulder, pushing his hips against his teacher with a muffled moan, even as Leonardo grasped for his common sense.
“Ezio,” he said and waited until the young man looked up. His golden eyes were dark with desire and his cheeks were flushed in a way that made Leonardo want to brush his thumbs across them to see if the color would smear like paint.
Focus, focus! he thought at himself sternly.
“Ezio, we shouldn't do this. I could lose my job,” he tried to explain gently but Ezio gripped his arms, as if afraid he would be pushed away.
“I'll be eighteen next month,” he replied quickly. “And I'll be graduating--”
“Then perhaps we should wait,” Leonardo suggested but his breath caught as Ezio rocked against him tentatively. He was aware of his student watching for his reaction, but the friction against his trapped erection seemed to short out his brain for a few seconds and when it passed, Ezio was pressing light kisses along his jaw and down his neck, murmuring words in between.
“I don't want to wait anymore. Please, everyone else has left for the day. It’s just us. No one will know.” He brought their mouths together again and Leonardo felt some of his hunger surge past the wall he’d been trying to maintain for months. He turned them around so that he was pressing Ezio into the desk and a sharp snap of his hips made Ezio moan, a sound that ignited Leonardo's lust, crumbling the wall of control he'd been braced against. He rocked against the young man again, suddenly wanting to be rid of their clothes, to be thrusting up and into him, feeling that incredibly tight heat clenched around him as he drove in again and again...
“Nngh...ah! Mr....da Vinci,” Ezio panted, clutching him desperately and that shocked Leonardo out of his daze. He was dry-humping his not-yet-of-age student against his desk in the middle of the afternoon on school grounds. He was half-surprised he hadn't brought things to a premature end in his frenzy but they were both still hard. Leonardo let out a shaky breath as he forced himself to relax the grip he had on his student's hips.
“Ezio...” He trailed off, staring at lips that were reddened and slightly parted, just begging to be taken again. He glanced at the door, remembering it would have locked again, then back at Ezio, who was waiting tensely for him to continue. He knew he had lost the fight with his conscience. “After today, we can't do...this until after you graduate. Understand?” Ezio nodded eagerly and leaned in but Leonardo put a finger to his lips. “And please, call me Leonardo.”
Fill - After-school Lessons 3/?
Just a taste, he thought faintly, just a taste and then I'll stop... But Ezio apparently took this as a success because he crowded his teacher back against the desk, now kissing with the clumsy desperation of youth. Leonardo cupped a hand behind Ezio's head, his little finger brushing against the droplets he'd seen before, and he slowly won over control with lips and teeth and tongue, bringing the kiss to a more languid tempo.
When he eventually remembered to stop and pull away, he realized just how breathless they were and how achingly hard he was. Ezio dropped his head to Leonardo’s shoulder, pushing his hips against his teacher with a muffled moan, even as Leonardo grasped for his common sense.
“Ezio,” he said and waited until the young man looked up. His golden eyes were dark with desire and his cheeks were flushed in a way that made Leonardo want to brush his thumbs across them to see if the color would smear like paint.
Focus, focus! he thought at himself sternly.
“Ezio, we shouldn't do this. I could lose my job,” he tried to explain gently but Ezio gripped his arms, as if afraid he would be pushed away.
“I'll be eighteen next month,” he replied quickly. “And I'll be graduating--”
“Then perhaps we should wait,” Leonardo suggested but his breath caught as Ezio rocked against him tentatively. He was aware of his student watching for his reaction, but the friction against his trapped erection seemed to short out his brain for a few seconds and when it passed, Ezio was pressing light kisses along his jaw and down his neck, murmuring words in between.
“I don't want to wait anymore. Please, everyone else has left for the day. It’s just us. No one will know.” He brought their mouths together again and Leonardo felt some of his hunger surge past the wall he’d been trying to maintain for months. He turned them around so that he was pressing Ezio into the desk and a sharp snap of his hips made Ezio moan, a sound that ignited Leonardo's lust, crumbling the wall of control he'd been braced against. He rocked against the young man again, suddenly wanting to be rid of their clothes, to be thrusting up and into him, feeling that incredibly tight heat clenched around him as he drove in again and again...
“Nngh...ah! Mr....da Vinci,” Ezio panted, clutching him desperately and that shocked Leonardo out of his daze. He was dry-humping his not-yet-of-age student against his desk in the middle of the afternoon on school grounds. He was half-surprised he hadn't brought things to a premature end in his frenzy but they were both still hard. Leonardo let out a shaky breath as he forced himself to relax the grip he had on his student's hips.
“Ezio...” He trailed off, staring at lips that were reddened and slightly parted, just begging to be taken again. He glanced at the door, remembering it would have locked again, then back at Ezio, who was waiting tensely for him to continue. He knew he had lost the fight with his conscience. “After today, we can't do...this until after you graduate. Understand?” Ezio nodded eagerly and leaned in but Leonardo put a finger to his lips. “And please, call me Leonardo.”