There was something rather unsettling and yet arousing about the feel of an answering hardness heavy on his thigh as Ezio pressed Leonardo to the wood of his door and softly pried open his mouth with lips and tongue, allowing sighs and soft, low, rumbling moans to tumble out into what little air there was between them. It was grounding, a sharp realisation that what he was doing was, in the eyes of society, abnormal; wrong, and yet at the same time it thrilled him. The knowledge that what he felt was shared, reciprocated and existent sent sparks to his head, clouding his mind and pushed excitement to his groin to pool as heat and arousal. He allowed a groan to slip from his lips in reply to a particularly enthusiastic sound from Leonardo.
A hand reached up to grab at the tail of hair tied in ribbon at the back of Ezio's head and pulled his head back. With an intake of breath he faced the ceiling, lips abandoned and kiss-swollen as Leonardo moved to lather his neck with attention. He swallowed audibly as a searing suck and graze of teeth marked him with a quickly reddening bruise. Lips brushed over his ear and with a wash of hot breath his hair was released, his mouth immediately going to seek out that which marked him, only for fingers, calloused and thick, to press against him, stopping his path. He opened his eyes and stared at his lover.
“I have heard that from the lands recently discovered in the west by the Spanish a disease has come. It manifests and spreads from the genitals.” Leonardo whispered and Ezio frowned at the rather macabre subject.
“You are bringing this up now?” He mumbled against the fingers.
“You have not contracted it, have you?”
Ezio shook his head, dragged his lips up the fingers that seemed so intent on keeping him away from kissing Leonardo to within an inch of his life, and took them into his mouth, earning a deep groan.
“Ringrazia Dio, I had worried that you may have due to...”
Ezio reached up a hand and drew the fingers from his mouth, “Due to my history?”
“Sí,”
Ezio let go of Leonardo's hand and ran his index finger from the top of his Adam's apple, over the lace of his collar to pat against the thick fabric of his tunic. “Tell me, Leonardo, how do I get you out of these clothes?”
The artist's hands went into action, moving to untie the complicated knot holding a belt about his waist as some sort of strangled noise issued itself from his throat and Ezio gave a deep noise of appreciation as it fell to the floor and hands went to unclasp the cape around his neck. He stepped back, his own hands falling to his breeches to loosen the lace.
FILL [5.a/5]
A hand reached up to grab at the tail of hair tied in ribbon at the back of Ezio's head and pulled his head back. With an intake of breath he faced the ceiling, lips abandoned and kiss-swollen as Leonardo moved to lather his neck with attention. He swallowed audibly as a searing suck and graze of teeth marked him with a quickly reddening bruise. Lips brushed over his ear and with a wash of hot breath his hair was released, his mouth immediately going to seek out that which marked him, only for fingers, calloused and thick, to press against him, stopping his path. He opened his eyes and stared at his lover.
“I have heard that from the lands recently discovered in the west by the Spanish a disease has come. It manifests and spreads from the genitals.” Leonardo whispered and Ezio frowned at the rather macabre subject.
“You are bringing this up now?” He mumbled against the fingers.
“You have not contracted it, have you?”
Ezio shook his head, dragged his lips up the fingers that seemed so intent on keeping him away from kissing Leonardo to within an inch of his life, and took them into his mouth, earning a deep groan.
“Ringrazia Dio, I had worried that you may have due to...”
Ezio reached up a hand and drew the fingers from his mouth, “Due to my history?”
“Sí,”
Ezio let go of Leonardo's hand and ran his index finger from the top of his Adam's apple, over the lace of his collar to pat against the thick fabric of his tunic. “Tell me, Leonardo, how do I get you out of these clothes?”
The artist's hands went into action, moving to untie the complicated knot holding a belt about his waist as some sort of strangled noise issued itself from his throat and Ezio gave a deep noise of appreciation as it fell to the floor and hands went to unclasp the cape around his neck. He stepped back, his own hands falling to his breeches to loosen the lace.