It took them all of five minutes to undress themselves completely, both becoming too impatient and aroused to give proper attention to what they were doing and lengthening the process. As Leonardo's breeches were pulled from his legs and ankles to trail along the floor they came together again, marvelling in the feel of skin on skin, hissing and groaning as their erections brushed. They stumbled to the bed, entwined, and collapsed onto it, the down mattress covered in sheets and brocade sinking under their combined weight. Leonardo shuddered underneath Ezio as he clambered to straddle him and he felt it run down his inner thighs.
“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice husky and low.
“I'm fine, just...” Ezio trailed kisses down Leonardo's sternum and marvelled at the flat plane of his chest as opposed to the breasts he was so used to, and the dappling of hair that spread itself quite sparsely from the naval to his nipples. “You have what we need?”
“Ulivieri took it upon himself to create some mix of olive oil and goose fat and I had some intestine washed and cut, should you so want to use it.” He hummed against the skin presented to him before trailing his mouth to a nipple and pressing his tongue hotly over it and blowing cool air, watching it harden and listening to Leonardo's quickened breath.
“Intestine?”
“The girls used it as a form of protection.”
“I am no woman.”
“I can feel that.” He looked up at Leonardo and slowly ground down against him, drawing out a long moan and feeling his own conscious blur at the edges with the friction against his aching flesh. “H-However,” he paused and collected his thoughts, waiting for Leonardo's eyes to refocus. “However, It is always good to have a choice. To come prepared.” He raised up to press his lips against his lovers and felt his groan vibrate against his lips. A hand on his collarbone pushed him away.
“The oil?”
Ezio sat up on his heels and reached over to the jar, bringing it into Leonardo's line of sight.
“Do you know what to do?”
Ezio shook his head, eyes trained on the jar.
There was a moment of silence.
“Put it by. Neither you or I are ready.” Ezio's eyes snapped from the jar to Leonardo at the words and his brow furrowed. He opened his mouth to protest, only for Leonardo to reach out a hand and press it to his neglected member, which pulsed at the attention. His jaw closed with a click of teeth. “We have years.” His eyes softened, he hesitated one more moment, then placed the jar back by the bed.
FILL [5.b/5]
“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice husky and low.
“I'm fine, just...” Ezio trailed kisses down Leonardo's sternum and marvelled at the flat plane of his chest as opposed to the breasts he was so used to, and the dappling of hair that spread itself quite sparsely from the naval to his nipples. “You have what we need?”
“Ulivieri took it upon himself to create some mix of olive oil and goose fat and I had some intestine washed and cut, should you so want to use it.” He hummed against the skin presented to him before trailing his mouth to a nipple and pressing his tongue hotly over it and blowing cool air, watching it harden and listening to Leonardo's quickened breath.
“Intestine?”
“The girls used it as a form of protection.”
“I am no woman.”
“I can feel that.” He looked up at Leonardo and slowly ground down against him, drawing out a long moan and feeling his own conscious blur at the edges with the friction against his aching flesh. “H-However,” he paused and collected his thoughts, waiting for Leonardo's eyes to refocus. “However, It is always good to have a choice. To come prepared.” He raised up to press his lips against his lovers and felt his groan vibrate against his lips. A hand on his collarbone pushed him away.
“The oil?”
Ezio sat up on his heels and reached over to the jar, bringing it into Leonardo's line of sight.
“Do you know what to do?”
Ezio shook his head, eyes trained on the jar.
There was a moment of silence.
“Put it by. Neither you or I are ready.” Ezio's eyes snapped from the jar to Leonardo at the words and his brow furrowed. He opened his mouth to protest, only for Leonardo to reach out a hand and press it to his neglected member, which pulsed at the attention. His jaw closed with a click of teeth. “We have years.” His eyes softened, he hesitated one more moment, then placed the jar back by the bed.