It almost shocks him when Ezio twists his fingers perfectly and hits his prostate. He gasps and shudders, gripping the wooden crates so tightly he fears he'll get splinters. Ezio does it again, again, and Leonardo's suddenly afraid he won't last.
"You are so beautiful like this, Leonardo," Ezio tells him, pulling his fingers out suddenly, causing the artist to shudder. "Bent over, all mine for the taking." He circles Leonardo's hole softly, feather-light.
"Tease," Leonardo manages through strangled gasps, pushing himself back against the younger man's fingers, needy. Ezio laughs and pulls his hand away from Leonardo, who huffs. "Ezio, w-will you -- I can't... Please."
"Are you sure?" He asks. Leonardo wants to turn around and slap him for asking that, but instead just growls when he feels Ezio's cock against his entrance.
"Yes," Leonardo hisses in frustration, pushing back harder against the assassin's hips. Ezio rubs himself against the artist for a few moments before finally pushing in, so devastatingly slowly. Leonardo can't stop shaking from the beautiful pressure and oh, god, Ezio is inside of him. They both moan when Ezio is buried to the hilt. He stands still as a statue and Leonardo squirms against him in frustration.
"Ezio," he whines, panting.
"I am sorry--"
"Fuck me already! I am not a porcelain doll, idiota," Leonardo hisses at him, glaring over his shoulder at the assassin, frustration overcoming his brain. Ezio's eyes darken dangerously.
"Va bene," he says shortly.
Ezio pulls almost all the way out and Leonardo immediately panics. He opens his mouth to apologize but is interrupted by a deep thrust and a cry spills from his lips. Ezio repeats his movements and Leonardo practically screams. He feels one arm wrap around his midsection and the other across his chest, a hand grabbing him by the chin as he's pulled upright.
He gasps and tosses his head back as Ezio wriggles his hips from side to side before thrusting shallowly once, twice, three times. It takes a moment, but Ezio falls into a rhythm, fucking Leonardo steadily, clutching onto his body. With each snap of the assassin's hips, Leonardo mewls.
"Oh, oh, Ezio, yes," he hisses after a particularly deep thrust. "More," he pants desperately.
Ezio immediately obliges and begins fucking him harder, faster, more and Leonardo's brain is fuzzy. The arm that was around his torso is braced against the crates and when Leonardo clumsily reaches down to stroke himself, Ezio slaps his hand away and grips the artist's cock tightly. Leonardo's body feels unbearably heavy. He throws his head back on Ezio's shoulder, panting and gasping, lightheaded from pleasure. Teeth scrape across his neck, followed by wet, messy kisses.
"Fuck," Ezio moans against the nape of his neck. "Leonardo."
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"You are so beautiful like this, Leonardo," Ezio tells him, pulling his fingers out suddenly, causing the artist to shudder. "Bent over, all mine for the taking." He circles Leonardo's hole softly, feather-light.
"Tease," Leonardo manages through strangled gasps, pushing himself back against the younger man's fingers, needy. Ezio laughs and pulls his hand away from Leonardo, who huffs. "Ezio, w-will you -- I can't... Please."
"Are you sure?" He asks. Leonardo wants to turn around and slap him for asking that, but instead just growls when he feels Ezio's cock against his entrance.
"Yes," Leonardo hisses in frustration, pushing back harder against the assassin's hips. Ezio rubs himself against the artist for a few moments before finally pushing in, so devastatingly slowly. Leonardo can't stop shaking from the beautiful pressure and oh, god, Ezio is inside of him. They both moan when Ezio is buried to the hilt. He stands still as a statue and Leonardo squirms against him in frustration.
"Ezio," he whines, panting.
"I am sorry--"
"Fuck me already! I am not a porcelain doll, idiota," Leonardo hisses at him, glaring over his shoulder at the assassin, frustration overcoming his brain. Ezio's eyes darken dangerously.
"Va bene," he says shortly.
Ezio pulls almost all the way out and Leonardo immediately panics. He opens his mouth to apologize but is interrupted by a deep thrust and a cry spills from his lips. Ezio repeats his movements and Leonardo practically screams. He feels one arm wrap around his midsection and the other across his chest, a hand grabbing him by the chin as he's pulled upright.
He gasps and tosses his head back as Ezio wriggles his hips from side to side before thrusting shallowly once, twice, three times. It takes a moment, but Ezio falls into a rhythm, fucking Leonardo steadily, clutching onto his body. With each snap of the assassin's hips, Leonardo mewls.
"Oh, oh, Ezio, yes," he hisses after a particularly deep thrust. "More," he pants desperately.
Ezio immediately obliges and begins fucking him harder, faster, more and Leonardo's brain is fuzzy. The arm that was around his torso is braced against the crates and when Leonardo clumsily reaches down to stroke himself, Ezio slaps his hand away and grips the artist's cock tightly. Leonardo's body feels unbearably heavy. He throws his head back on Ezio's shoulder, panting and gasping, lightheaded from pleasure. Teeth scrape across his neck, followed by wet, messy kisses.
"Fuck," Ezio moans against the nape of his neck. "Leonardo."