Leonardo continued to rub against that spot, until Ezio was squirming with little helpless noises, pushing back against his fingers even after he added a third. When he finally withdrew and fumbled for a condom, he had to chuckle at Ezio's dismayed groan, and then he was lining up and slowly pushing in.
God, it was tight, tighter than Leonardo could remember from his last experience, and he inched in as slowly as he could, using little rocking motions until he was finally fully sheathed. Ezio let out the breath he'd been holding in a rush and some of the pressure clenching around Leonardo eased. He bent over to take Ezio's mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, waiting to feel him relax a bit more before beginning to thrust shallowly.
When he felt Ezio had adjusted enough, he withdrew almost completely and then snapped his hips forward, burying himself in one quick thrust. Ezio grunted but didn’t protest so he did it again, lifting one of the young man's legs to adjust the angle. He knew he'd found what he'd been trying for when Ezio suddenly cried out, his whole body tensing as if he’d been shocked. Leonardo smiled and began to set a faster pace, hitting that spot with almost every thrust, so that Ezio was soon shaking and clutching at the desk.
“Leonardo,” he gasped, “please...!”
Leonardo moved his hand to grip the young man's cock, which was hard again, and he began to jerk in counterpoint to his thrusts, his fingers forming a tight ring for Ezio to push into. All too soon his student was shuddering again, practically sobbing Leonardo’s name as his orgasm tore through him and he spilled over Leonardo’s hand. He sagged against the desk then, panting and occasionally whimpering as Leonardo held his hips and strove towards his own finish. It only took a few more thrusts and then he, too, was caught up in the rush of pleasure, pushing deep as he spent himself.
He braced himself with his hands on the desk and tried to ignore the shaking in his legs as he waited for his pulse to calm. He leaned over to press a kiss to Ezio's collarbone, his tongue rasping across sweat-slick skin, and once he felt himself soften, he pulled out and carefully got rid of the condom. He’d have to take that bag of trash with him, unless he wanted a knowing smirk from the janitor the next time he came by. Ezio still hadn’t moved or opened his eyes by the time he’d tucked himself back into his pants so he bent over to put a hand to his cheek.
“Ezio? Are you all right?” The young man lifted his head drowsily, his expression both thoroughly sated and a little smug.
“I think that deserves an A,” he said and Leonardo laughed, shaking his head at Ezio’s lopsided grin.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
They used more wet-wipes to get rid of the pastel smears and then Ezio got dressed, albeit a little slowly, before hiding his “stuff” in his backpack. Once he'd done that, he boldly slipped his arms around Leonardo's waist and tugged him close for a languid kiss.
“How are you getting home?” Leonardo asked when they parted, brushing aside several strands of Ezio's hair that had come free of his ribbon and stuck to his sweat-damp forehead.
“I drove.” When his teacher raised an eyebrow, obviously skeptical, Ezio just shrugged. “I'll manage.” He grinned impishly. “It was worth it.”
“I'm glad,” Leonardo said, feeling a different kind of warmth swell within him. He tried to sound firm as he went on. “Remember what I said about graduation.”
“But--”
“A month will not kill you, Ezio,” Leonardo drawled, unaffected by Ezio’s attempt to look pitiful. He took the young man's chin in hand, leaning close. “If you get desperate, you can always touch yourself and imagine it's me. You know how that feels now.” A hot hunger flared in Ezio's eyes but Leonardo tilted his head down to press a chaste kiss to his forehead and then stepped back. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”
“Yes, Mr. da Vinci,” Ezio said but there was a wicked light in his eyes as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out. Leonardo sighed as he dropped into his chair. It was going to be a long month.
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God, it was tight, tighter than Leonardo could remember from his last experience, and he inched in as slowly as he could, using little rocking motions until he was finally fully sheathed. Ezio let out the breath he'd been holding in a rush and some of the pressure clenching around Leonardo eased. He bent over to take Ezio's mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, waiting to feel him relax a bit more before beginning to thrust shallowly.
When he felt Ezio had adjusted enough, he withdrew almost completely and then snapped his hips forward, burying himself in one quick thrust. Ezio grunted but didn’t protest so he did it again, lifting one of the young man's legs to adjust the angle. He knew he'd found what he'd been trying for when Ezio suddenly cried out, his whole body tensing as if he’d been shocked. Leonardo smiled and began to set a faster pace, hitting that spot with almost every thrust, so that Ezio was soon shaking and clutching at the desk.
“Leonardo,” he gasped, “please...!”
Leonardo moved his hand to grip the young man's cock, which was hard again, and he began to jerk in counterpoint to his thrusts, his fingers forming a tight ring for Ezio to push into. All too soon his student was shuddering again, practically sobbing Leonardo’s name as his orgasm tore through him and he spilled over Leonardo’s hand. He sagged against the desk then, panting and occasionally whimpering as Leonardo held his hips and strove towards his own finish. It only took a few more thrusts and then he, too, was caught up in the rush of pleasure, pushing deep as he spent himself.
He braced himself with his hands on the desk and tried to ignore the shaking in his legs as he waited for his pulse to calm. He leaned over to press a kiss to Ezio's collarbone, his tongue rasping across sweat-slick skin, and once he felt himself soften, he pulled out and carefully got rid of the condom. He’d have to take that bag of trash with him, unless he wanted a knowing smirk from the janitor the next time he came by. Ezio still hadn’t moved or opened his eyes by the time he’d tucked himself back into his pants so he bent over to put a hand to his cheek.
“Ezio? Are you all right?” The young man lifted his head drowsily, his expression both thoroughly sated and a little smug.
“I think that deserves an A,” he said and Leonardo laughed, shaking his head at Ezio’s lopsided grin.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
They used more wet-wipes to get rid of the pastel smears and then Ezio got dressed, albeit a little slowly, before hiding his “stuff” in his backpack. Once he'd done that, he boldly slipped his arms around Leonardo's waist and tugged him close for a languid kiss.
“How are you getting home?” Leonardo asked when they parted, brushing aside several strands of Ezio's hair that had come free of his ribbon and stuck to his sweat-damp forehead.
“I drove.” When his teacher raised an eyebrow, obviously skeptical, Ezio just shrugged. “I'll manage.” He grinned impishly. “It was worth it.”
“I'm glad,” Leonardo said, feeling a different kind of warmth swell within him. He tried to sound firm as he went on. “Remember what I said about graduation.”
“But--”
“A month will not kill you, Ezio,” Leonardo drawled, unaffected by Ezio’s attempt to look pitiful. He took the young man's chin in hand, leaning close. “If you get desperate, you can always touch yourself and imagine it's me. You know how that feels now.” A hot hunger flared in Ezio's eyes but Leonardo tilted his head down to press a chaste kiss to his forehead and then stepped back. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”
“Yes, Mr. da Vinci,” Ezio said but there was a wicked light in his eyes as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out. Leonardo sighed as he dropped into his chair. It was going to be a long month.