The kiss they shared was languid, lazy. Tongues meeting and twisting together in a slow dance, skin burning and singing at each touch, Ezio's excitement mounting at each stroke the hand on his hard length gave. His arms trembled slightly at the effort of keeping his figure above Leonardo on his elbows, and as the kiss gave way to open mouthed nips and pecks, Ezio found himself being eased onto one side.
He ran a hand over Leonardo's side, revelling at the warmth, the shiver that followed, and rested it on his hip. His mouth broke from the kiss to swirl his tongue over the join of shoulder to neck. With a hitched breath Leonardo bucked forwards, his hand stuttering in it's rhythm. He brought his hand between Leonardo's legs to run tentative fingers over turgid flesh. Leonardo let out a breathy moan and Ezio couldn't help but pull back to watch as his hand encircled Leonardo's arousal and pulled. His eyes unfocussed, his breathing became ragged and his member throbbed in Leonardo's hand, the owner consequently whimpering.
He pulled back to look at Leonardo's face, finding his eyes softly closed, his face flushed with arousal and he rubbed his thumb delicately over the head of his cock, watching as his eyes screwed up harder and his teeth bit his lip. The hand abandoned his length and ran up and over his side to press at his back. In one swift move Leonardo rolled them over so that Ezio was one again lying on top of him and hooked his leg over Ezio's hip, melding together. Ezio's hand abandoned Leonardo and he ground down, keening at the rush of heat flaring in his gut. Beneath him Leonardo moaned, obscene, long and loud. He thrusts in retaliation, panting open mouthed against Leonardo's neck and the slide as Leonardo thrusts back to meet him is just gorgeous.
His world becomes one of hot, slick skin and wet sounds, moans and shouts that are just positively vulgar and do nothing the dull the fierce and tight coil of arousal that envelopes his cock as it thrusts against Leonardo's own, precome coating them both. They rut together on the bed, in his ear Leonardo babbles something he can't make out, his name, chocked on a hitched breath, standing out amongst the incomprehensible noise. He becomes aware, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he is speaking to; things like, 'Dio,', 'Cazzo, don't stop. Don't ever stop,' and, 'Leonardo, please,', but he's too far gone to think about it.
Their thrusts became more frenzied, their breath choked, their pitch higher, their shouts and groans louder. Inside of them both raw passion and arousal built and licked at their very beings, pushing them closer to a precipice. Somewhere through the aroused haze of his mind Leonardo managed to pull himself together long enough to moan obscenely, “Fuck, Ezio,” and thrust up against his lover almost simultaneously, and the next thing Ezio knew was that he was coming and he was shouting something, anything, grinding against Leonardo in sharp bursts of movement as he spilt his seed over their stomachs and he's coming-
FILL [5.c/5]
He ran a hand over Leonardo's side, revelling at the warmth, the shiver that followed, and rested it on his hip. His mouth broke from the kiss to swirl his tongue over the join of shoulder to neck. With a hitched breath Leonardo bucked forwards, his hand stuttering in it's rhythm. He brought his hand between Leonardo's legs to run tentative fingers over turgid flesh. Leonardo let out a breathy moan and Ezio couldn't help but pull back to watch as his hand encircled Leonardo's arousal and pulled. His eyes unfocussed, his breathing became ragged and his member throbbed in Leonardo's hand, the owner consequently whimpering.
He pulled back to look at Leonardo's face, finding his eyes softly closed, his face flushed with arousal and he rubbed his thumb delicately over the head of his cock, watching as his eyes screwed up harder and his teeth bit his lip. The hand abandoned his length and ran up and over his side to press at his back. In one swift move Leonardo rolled them over so that Ezio was one again lying on top of him and hooked his leg over Ezio's hip, melding together. Ezio's hand abandoned Leonardo and he ground down, keening at the rush of heat flaring in his gut. Beneath him Leonardo moaned, obscene, long and loud. He thrusts in retaliation, panting open mouthed against Leonardo's neck and the slide as Leonardo thrusts back to meet him is just gorgeous.
His world becomes one of hot, slick skin and wet sounds, moans and shouts that are just positively vulgar and do nothing the dull the fierce and tight coil of arousal that envelopes his cock as it thrusts against Leonardo's own, precome coating them both. They rut together on the bed, in his ear Leonardo babbles something he can't make out, his name, chocked on a hitched breath, standing out amongst the incomprehensible noise. He becomes aware, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he is speaking to; things like, 'Dio,', 'Cazzo, don't stop. Don't ever stop,' and, 'Leonardo, please,', but he's too far gone to think about it.
Their thrusts became more frenzied, their breath choked, their pitch higher, their shouts and groans louder. Inside of them both raw passion and arousal built and licked at their very beings, pushing them closer to a precipice. Somewhere through the aroused haze of his mind Leonardo managed to pull himself together long enough to moan obscenely, “Fuck, Ezio,” and thrust up against his lover almost simultaneously, and the next thing Ezio knew was that he was coming and he was shouting something, anything, grinding against Leonardo in sharp bursts of movement as he spilt his seed over their stomachs and he's coming-