It took a couple tries before Ezio found a rhythm that worked for him but once he did, Leonardo thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He had probably received a more skilled blowjob before in his life but just the fact that it was Ezio had him clenching the bedsheets and struggling not to lose control. When he started to feel a familiar tingling spreading through him, he sat up quickly and put his hands on Ezio’s shoulders, coaxing him to sit back. He couldn’t help shuddering as his cock came free from that blissful heat, but he distracted himself by curling a hand behind Ezio’s head and pulling him forward for a sloppy, wet kiss.
“Perfect,” he murmured against his lips. “It was perfect.” The worried look faded from Ezio's face. “Come here.” He scooted back on the bed, kicking his pants off and coaxing Ezio to climb onto the bed with him. He rolled them over until he was on top and then ground their hips together, shivering as their cocks slid together, slick with pre-cum. He dipped his head to lick Ezio’s collarbone, then let his mouth drift to one nipple, circling it with his tongue. He smiled against tanned skin as Ezio bucked against him, gripping his arms hard enough to bruise.
“Leonardo, stop teasing!” the young man growled and, in a surprisingly bold move, leaned up to bite Leonardo's ear, though not very hard. As he fell back against the bed, his teacher chased his mouth with a growl, and they spent the next few minutes warring with tongues until Leonardo finally backed off.
“Okay, okay,” he said breathlessly. He shifted to lean over the side of the bed, reaching for the drawer in the bedside table. As he fought to get it open, he felt a hand ghost over his hip before settling more confidently at the small of his back and he glanced back at Ezio. He almost abandoned his struggle at the utterly fuckable sight the young man presented, his hair mussed, his eyes dark and eager. Instead, Leonardo finally yanked the drawer open and grabbed the lube and condom.
“Turn over for me,” he instructed, dropping the condom onto the sheet and popping the cap on the bottle. The eagerness in Ezio’s expression warred briefly with nervousness but he nodded and rolled onto his stomach, bracing himself on his forearms and lifting his hips without being told.
Leonardo bent over to press a kiss to the small of Ezio’s back, just above his tailbone, then began to mouth a slow line down towards the curve of his ass. He pressed one lube-slick finger at the top of the cleft there, rubbing back and forth teasingly until Ezio groaned and moved his hips impatiently. Chuckling, Leonardo slipped his finger down further to brush against his entrance. Despite his silent askance, Ezio jerked in surprise at the cool touch there, so Leonardo licked a brief stripe across one ass cheek then blew across the damp skin. Ezio shivered and Leonardo began to ease one finger in.
He alternated using his tongue and teeth and fondling his balls to provide distracting sensations as he worked his way slowly up to three fingers. He gave Ezio's neglected cock a couple firm strokes but knew he couldn’t let his hand linger or Ezio would be done all too soon. At three fingers, the young man was already panting a steady stream of “please, please, please” and pushing back into the touch, especially when Leonardo brushed his prostate.
“Did you do this to yourself and think of me?” the teacher asked, his voice raw with lust.
“Yes! Yes,” Ezio gasped as fingers again stabbed that spot within him. He squirmed when they withdrew. “But...it wasn’t the same. Wasn’t…enough.” The look he shot over his shoulder jolted through Leonardo like a bolt of lightning. He scrambled to get the foil packet open and the condom on before aligning himself and beginning the enter.
He was surprised to feel Ezio pushing back against him, his hands fisted in the sheets, his back bowed and tense. It was gloriously tight and agonizingly slow, but at last Leonardo's balls came to rest against Ezio's ass and then they paused, both breathing hard. Leonardo bent over Ezio, one arm curling around his waist as he pressed his lips to Ezio’s shoulder.
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“Perfect,” he murmured against his lips. “It was perfect.” The worried look faded from Ezio's face. “Come here.” He scooted back on the bed, kicking his pants off and coaxing Ezio to climb onto the bed with him. He rolled them over until he was on top and then ground their hips together, shivering as their cocks slid together, slick with pre-cum. He dipped his head to lick Ezio’s collarbone, then let his mouth drift to one nipple, circling it with his tongue. He smiled against tanned skin as Ezio bucked against him, gripping his arms hard enough to bruise.
“Leonardo, stop teasing!” the young man growled and, in a surprisingly bold move, leaned up to bite Leonardo's ear, though not very hard. As he fell back against the bed, his teacher chased his mouth with a growl, and they spent the next few minutes warring with tongues until Leonardo finally backed off.
“Okay, okay,” he said breathlessly. He shifted to lean over the side of the bed, reaching for the drawer in the bedside table. As he fought to get it open, he felt a hand ghost over his hip before settling more confidently at the small of his back and he glanced back at Ezio. He almost abandoned his struggle at the utterly fuckable sight the young man presented, his hair mussed, his eyes dark and eager. Instead, Leonardo finally yanked the drawer open and grabbed the lube and condom.
“Turn over for me,” he instructed, dropping the condom onto the sheet and popping the cap on the bottle. The eagerness in Ezio’s expression warred briefly with nervousness but he nodded and rolled onto his stomach, bracing himself on his forearms and lifting his hips without being told.
Leonardo bent over to press a kiss to the small of Ezio’s back, just above his tailbone, then began to mouth a slow line down towards the curve of his ass. He pressed one lube-slick finger at the top of the cleft there, rubbing back and forth teasingly until Ezio groaned and moved his hips impatiently. Chuckling, Leonardo slipped his finger down further to brush against his entrance. Despite his silent askance, Ezio jerked in surprise at the cool touch there, so Leonardo licked a brief stripe across one ass cheek then blew across the damp skin. Ezio shivered and Leonardo began to ease one finger in.
He alternated using his tongue and teeth and fondling his balls to provide distracting sensations as he worked his way slowly up to three fingers. He gave Ezio's neglected cock a couple firm strokes but knew he couldn’t let his hand linger or Ezio would be done all too soon. At three fingers, the young man was already panting a steady stream of “please, please, please” and pushing back into the touch, especially when Leonardo brushed his prostate.
“Did you do this to yourself and think of me?” the teacher asked, his voice raw with lust.
“Yes! Yes,” Ezio gasped as fingers again stabbed that spot within him. He squirmed when they withdrew. “But...it wasn’t the same. Wasn’t…enough.” The look he shot over his shoulder jolted through Leonardo like a bolt of lightning. He scrambled to get the foil packet open and the condom on before aligning himself and beginning the enter.
He was surprised to feel Ezio pushing back against him, his hands fisted in the sheets, his back bowed and tense. It was gloriously tight and agonizingly slow, but at last Leonardo's balls came to rest against Ezio's ass and then they paused, both breathing hard. Leonardo bent over Ezio, one arm curling around his waist as he pressed his lips to Ezio’s shoulder.