"Aah, do you enjoy that, Leonardo?" Leonardo said in a deeply rich voice. "Then, perhaps, I shall give you more, since I am simply the best."
Leaning up slightly on his stool, Leonardo started to kiss and tease his way up to Ezio's neck. All the while, his actions were harsh and vastly different from his normal hesitancy. By the time he actually reached Ezio's throat, the man was groaning softly.
"Oh, ho, Ezio, the rumors do not do you justice," Ezio panted softly, still, somehow, keeping his voice light.
Leonardo smirked over his skin. "Of course not! The real thing is always better." He stood up off the stool. Only when he did, he tripped over his own two feet. Ezio, thoroughly distracted, couldn't catch them and they only ended up crashing to the floor.
When they hit the ground, Ezio grunted and wrapped his hands around Leonardo's arms.
"Fuck Leonardo," he hissed to himself, a little annoyed that he had botched the motions.
"Oh, Ezio, you're being ever so rough," Ezio sighed in a particularly girly way.
That made Leonardo pause. With wide eyes, he looked up to Ezio's face. For a long moment the two men stared at each other. Then, quite suddenly, they both burst into laughter. It wasn't the gentle, amused laughter, it was full on stomach-bursting, rambunctious rumble that echoed through the room.
"Dio, Leonardo! You should have heard yourself," Ezio cried, holding a hand to his forehead again. He sucked in a breath but was quickly cut off by only more laughter.
"M-me?! I'm not the one who sounded like a 12 year old girl," Leonardo panted.
The two men calmed. As soon as their breathing returned, Ezio wrapped his arms around Leonardo's shoulders and pulled him close.
"Leonardo," he sighed. "There is no one I want more than you; no matter what the rumors say." He locked his golden gaze with the other male's. "Do you believe me?"
Leonardo was silent for a moment, then that smirk returned. "Leonardo should know that he has quite the lover on his hands. After all, I, Ezio Auditore, only gets the best and gives the best in return."
Ezio laughed, holding the man close. "You're right, Ezio. How could I, Leonardo da Vinci, the genius, forget such a thing."
For long minutes afterward the two men simply laughed and basked the warmth of each other's presence. Even if Leonardo was rarely angry, there was still one man who knew how to pull his strings in all the wrong directions. And yet, despite that, there was no one else that he loved more. No matter how terribly he tried to imitate them.
Re: Mocking Bird [3/3]
Leaning up slightly on his stool, Leonardo started to kiss and tease his way up to Ezio's neck. All the while, his actions were harsh and vastly different from his normal hesitancy. By the time he actually reached Ezio's throat, the man was groaning softly.
"Oh, ho, Ezio, the rumors do not do you justice," Ezio panted softly, still, somehow, keeping his voice light.
Leonardo smirked over his skin. "Of course not! The real thing is always better." He stood up off the stool. Only when he did, he tripped over his own two feet. Ezio, thoroughly distracted, couldn't catch them and they only ended up crashing to the floor.
When they hit the ground, Ezio grunted and wrapped his hands around Leonardo's arms.
"Fuck Leonardo," he hissed to himself, a little annoyed that he had botched the motions.
"Oh, Ezio, you're being ever so rough," Ezio sighed in a particularly girly way.
That made Leonardo pause. With wide eyes, he looked up to Ezio's face. For a long moment the two men stared at each other. Then, quite suddenly, they both burst into laughter. It wasn't the gentle, amused laughter, it was full on stomach-bursting, rambunctious rumble that echoed through the room.
"Dio, Leonardo! You should have heard yourself," Ezio cried, holding a hand to his forehead again. He sucked in a breath but was quickly cut off by only more laughter.
"M-me?! I'm not the one who sounded like a 12 year old girl," Leonardo panted.
The two men calmed. As soon as their breathing returned, Ezio wrapped his arms around Leonardo's shoulders and pulled him close.
"Leonardo," he sighed. "There is no one I want more than you; no matter what the rumors say." He locked his golden gaze with the other male's. "Do you believe me?"
Leonardo was silent for a moment, then that smirk returned. "Leonardo should know that he has quite the lover on his hands. After all, I, Ezio Auditore, only gets the best and gives the best in return."
Ezio laughed, holding the man close. "You're right, Ezio. How could I, Leonardo da Vinci, the genius, forget such a thing."
For long minutes afterward the two men simply laughed and basked the warmth of each other's presence. Even if Leonardo was rarely angry, there was still one man who knew how to pull his strings in all the wrong directions. And yet, despite that, there was no one else that he loved more. No matter how terribly he tried to imitate them.