Leonardo lets out a choked laugh as he pulls his hand away and reaches for something underneath the bed. Ezio moves until he’s at the edge of the mattress, legs sprawled apart because whatever Leonardo’s going to do, he wants it. Whatever is in his veins is making him want things that are violent and filthy and new.
Leonardo unlaces his doublet and rolls up his sleeves.
“This isn’t what it looks like,” he says, a bit sheepish as he pours something from a small bottle into his hand. Olive oil kept under his bed.
“I think this is exactly what it looks like,” Ezio says with a grin. His heartbeat is in his ears.
Leonardo shrugs and Ezio is ready to ask if he cooks much in the room when he feels it- Leonardo closes a hand firmly around Ezio’s cock and before Ezio can catch his breath, he’s giving him a long, slow stroke. The oil makes everything slick and it’s dripping down past his balls. Leonardo follows the drip with his free hand and when he starts to push a finger in, Ezio arches his back and rolls his hips to take him in. Leonardo’s eyes are dark as he looks at Ezio moving on the bed.
“Have you ever done this before?” Leonardo asks. His voice is thick and Ezio is shaking. He doesn’t want to admit that he hasn’t but when Leonardo curls his finger and finds something that makes Ezio cry out, there’s no denying it. Leonardo kisses the inside of Ezio’s thigh, tongue gliding over the skin while he slowly adds a second finger and pumps Ezio’s cock. There’s a slight sting, a stretching that’s almost what Ezio wants but is far enough from it to make it feel like a kind of suffering.
“More,” Ezio demands, reaching down and forcing Leonardo’s hand in deeper, up to his knuckles.
Leonardo gives him a doubtful look at first but seems to come to a decision when Ezio meets his eyes. He works his hand faster, nearly withdrawing his fingers before pushing them in again, fast and hard. Ezio meets each stroke, hips snapping up to fuck Leonardo’s hand and he’s coming. He can’t control the way his body is moving, shivering and contracting until it slows and Leonardo pulls his fingers out.
“Better?” He sounds happy and Ezio hates that it’s only helped a little. His cock is getting hard again. Leonardo, of course, notices.
Ezio sits up and cups Leonardo through his pants. Leonardo’s mouth looks wet and his shirt is hanging open.
“Show me the rest, Leonardo.”
“Ezio, I don’t know if that is such a good idea…” He trails off, shaking his head and letting Ezio’s inexperience and drug-induced impatience fill the pause without actually bringing them up.
Ezio works his hand over the bulge in Leonardo’s pants. He’s not going to beg, but he needs this desperately and judging by the way Leonardo is grinding himself into Ezio’s hand, he does too.
In an instant, Leonardo is pulling off the linen shirt and Ezio is drinking it in. Leonardo is broad shouldered and there are muscles Ezio hadn’t been expecting. He unties his pants and he’s moving so fast that Ezio half wonders if he was injected too.
Leonardo leaves a trail of quick, hungry kisses up Ezio’s chest until he’s breathing hard against his neck, skin on skin. Ezio reaches between them to grip their cocks together in his hand. He didn’t know what he was expecting and he feels a bit like a teenager fumbling in the dark, but it’s hard and wet and Leonardo’s breath catches and he rests his forehead on Ezio’s shoulder while he thrusts.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Leonardo is smiling but Ezio can’t help but think that there’s a bit of suspicion in it as well.
“I’m just a fast learner,” Ezio says smugly.
Leonardo sits back. “Then I will teach you.”
He positions himself, holding Ezio’s legs apart and digging his fingers into his thighs. Leonardo’s cock is pressing and Ezio pushes back and the oil lets him slide in. It feels wrong and too big and Ezio shudders because it’s so good that he can’t keep his body still. Leonardo closes his eyes and bites back a moan.
Set Fire [3/4]
Leonardo lets out a choked laugh as he pulls his hand away and reaches for something underneath the bed. Ezio moves until he’s at the edge of the mattress, legs sprawled apart because whatever Leonardo’s going to do, he wants it. Whatever is in his veins is making him want things that are violent and filthy and new.
Leonardo unlaces his doublet and rolls up his sleeves.
“This isn’t what it looks like,” he says, a bit sheepish as he pours something from a small bottle into his hand. Olive oil kept under his bed.
“I think this is exactly what it looks like,” Ezio says with a grin. His heartbeat is in his ears.
Leonardo shrugs and Ezio is ready to ask if he cooks much in the room when he feels it- Leonardo closes a hand firmly around Ezio’s cock and before Ezio can catch his breath, he’s giving him a long, slow stroke. The oil makes everything slick and it’s dripping down past his balls. Leonardo follows the drip with his free hand and when he starts to push a finger in, Ezio arches his back and rolls his hips to take him in. Leonardo’s eyes are dark as he looks at Ezio moving on the bed.
“Have you ever done this before?” Leonardo asks. His voice is thick and Ezio is shaking. He doesn’t want to admit that he hasn’t but when Leonardo curls his finger and finds something that makes Ezio cry out, there’s no denying it. Leonardo kisses the inside of Ezio’s thigh, tongue gliding over the skin while he slowly adds a second finger and pumps Ezio’s cock. There’s a slight sting, a stretching that’s almost what Ezio wants but is far enough from it to make it feel like a kind of suffering.
“More,” Ezio demands, reaching down and forcing Leonardo’s hand in deeper, up to his knuckles.
Leonardo gives him a doubtful look at first but seems to come to a decision when Ezio meets his eyes. He works his hand faster, nearly withdrawing his fingers before pushing them in again, fast and hard. Ezio meets each stroke, hips snapping up to fuck Leonardo’s hand and he’s coming. He can’t control the way his body is moving, shivering and contracting until it slows and Leonardo pulls his fingers out.
“Better?” He sounds happy and Ezio hates that it’s only helped a little. His cock is getting hard again. Leonardo, of course, notices.
Ezio sits up and cups Leonardo through his pants. Leonardo’s mouth looks wet and his shirt is hanging open.
“Show me the rest, Leonardo.”
“Ezio, I don’t know if that is such a good idea…” He trails off, shaking his head and letting Ezio’s inexperience and drug-induced impatience fill the pause without actually bringing them up.
Ezio works his hand over the bulge in Leonardo’s pants. He’s not going to beg, but he needs this desperately and judging by the way Leonardo is grinding himself into Ezio’s hand, he does too.
In an instant, Leonardo is pulling off the linen shirt and Ezio is drinking it in. Leonardo is broad shouldered and there are muscles Ezio hadn’t been expecting. He unties his pants and he’s moving so fast that Ezio half wonders if he was injected too.
Leonardo leaves a trail of quick, hungry kisses up Ezio’s chest until he’s breathing hard against his neck, skin on skin. Ezio reaches between them to grip their cocks together in his hand. He didn’t know what he was expecting and he feels a bit like a teenager fumbling in the dark, but it’s hard and wet and Leonardo’s breath catches and he rests his forehead on Ezio’s shoulder while he thrusts.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Leonardo is smiling but Ezio can’t help but think that there’s a bit of suspicion in it as well.
“I’m just a fast learner,” Ezio says smugly.
Leonardo sits back. “Then I will teach you.”
He positions himself, holding Ezio’s legs apart and digging his fingers into his thighs. Leonardo’s cock is pressing and Ezio pushes back and the oil lets him slide in. It feels wrong and too big and Ezio shudders because it’s so good that he can’t keep his body still. Leonardo closes his eyes and bites back a moan.
“Let me hear you,” Ezio says.