Leonardo obliges with a growl as he starts thrusting, smoothly at first and moving faster until the pace is close to brutal. Ezio’s hand is on his cock, matching the speed because Leonardo is bringing him close and the way he’s gripping Ezio’s hips is exactly how Ezio holds women when he can’t get enough, when they’re so wet and tight that he forgets to be kind. Ezio wonders if this feels the same for Leonardo, who is running a hand feverishly over Ezio’s body and watching him jerk off.
Ezio can feel the heat settling again, winding tight, and he knows that this is going to do it. Leonardo’s making quiet sounds that Ezio can hear perfectly, even as his own groans get closer to shouting.
It’s his own name on Leonardo’s lips, barely coherent, that pushes him over the edge. He’s past shaking, but he can fell himself tightening around Leonardo’s cock as he shoots onto his own stomach and chest, unable to breathe, and then Leonardo is coming too, his expression far away and his thrusts keep it going until there’s nothing left.
Ezio tangles a hand in Leonardo’s hair pulls him down for a kiss. Their mouths are hot and lazy and Leonardo sighs happily. Ezio hooks an arm around him and shifts until they’re both lying on the narrow bed.
“I think we were a bit loud,” Leonardo says after a while. “I bet every Night Officer in the city is standing outside my door.”
Ezio waves a hand nonchalantly. “Let them come.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” Leonardo replies quietly and silence follows while Ezio tries to think of a way to apologize but everything he comes up with sounds either insensitive or hypocritical. He touches his neck and it’s still a bit sore.
“I wonder what that was,” he says, changing the subject.
Leonardo laughs. “It’s not supposed to be injected.”
Ezio turns sharply to look at him.
“I didn’t make it,” Leonardo says quickly. “Mixing it with wine makes the effects much less… intense. I’ve heard.”
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Ezio can feel the heat settling again, winding tight, and he knows that this is going to do it. Leonardo’s making quiet sounds that Ezio can hear perfectly, even as his own groans get closer to shouting.
It’s his own name on Leonardo’s lips, barely coherent, that pushes him over the edge. He’s past shaking, but he can fell himself tightening around Leonardo’s cock as he shoots onto his own stomach and chest, unable to breathe, and then Leonardo is coming too, his expression far away and his thrusts keep it going until there’s nothing left.
Ezio tangles a hand in Leonardo’s hair pulls him down for a kiss. Their mouths are hot and lazy and Leonardo sighs happily. Ezio hooks an arm around him and shifts until they’re both lying on the narrow bed.
“I think we were a bit loud,” Leonardo says after a while. “I bet every Night Officer in the city is standing outside my door.”
Ezio waves a hand nonchalantly. “Let them come.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” Leonardo replies quietly and silence follows while Ezio tries to think of a way to apologize but everything he comes up with sounds either insensitive or hypocritical. He touches his neck and it’s still a bit sore.
“I wonder what that was,” he says, changing the subject.
Leonardo laughs. “It’s not supposed to be injected.”
Ezio turns sharply to look at him.
“I didn’t make it,” Leonardo says quickly. “Mixing it with wine makes the effects much less… intense. I’ve heard.”
Ezio grins up at the ceiling.
“I don’t think we’ll need it,” he says.