His blue eyes travelled the length of Ezio’s frame without his consent, taking in the broad chest. Next they drank in the sight of defined abdominals that should have been a sin on a man Ezio’s age, and the way dark chest hair narrowed into a seductive trail leading down, down, down... until it disappeared under a line of brown cloth.
That cloth makes up his pants, his mind supplied. Ah, yes, Ezio’s pants.
His brain began whirring back to life as he realized he was staring at Ezio’s pants, his dearest friend’s pants! Embarrassed he hurriedly looked up and felt heat shoot straight into his groin.
Golden eyes, half-lidded and intense as any predator’s, were still gazing down at Leonardo. He’d seen the way Leonardo had been looking at him!
Desire rolled through Leonardo at having those eyes focused so intently on him, and he hurriedly looked back to Nando, trying to ignore the thrumming in his chest.
“Boys,” Ezio drawled from behind him, the husky tenor making Leonardo bite his lip. “Go inside. Now.”
“Che, why?” Vanze asked, scoffing at the request.
Ezio turned eagle-like eyes onto the apprentices, making them quickly stand at attention.
“Do it. Don’t ask why.”
The boys exchanged worried glances. Nando jumped up before shuffling to join his companions. Leonardo tried to smile reassuringly at the young assassinos although his own heart felt like it would burst out of his chest.
“Don’t worry, boys. I think I know what Ezio has to say. Go inside; it will be alright.”
“…are you sure?” Dasten muttered quietly, looking at Ezio’s intense gaze before having to look back to the dirt.
“Si si, “ Leonardo chuckled, feeling a little calmer as the boys nervous expressions. He knew Ezio would not hurt him and a sense of protectiveness overtook him when he saw the boys’ expressions.
The words left Leonardo’s lips before he could think twice --
“Head inside, boys. Your Mamma and Papà just need to discuss some things in private for uno momento.”
Ezio’s intense gaze wavered at the exact moment Leonardo’s own blue one went wide at what he’d just uttered.
“Papà?” Ezio repeated in confusion.
The eyes of his four young students went wide with terror.
Leonardo swallowed a growing lump in his throat, and admitted in a panic, “Si, if I am their Madre it is only fitting that you are their Padre, no? You founded this Fratellanza di Assassinos, so you are its founding father and are therefore theirs as well.”
“You -- espere un seguno, they call you ‘Madre’?!” Ezio said.
The four apprentices had never run so fast out of the courtyard.
Leonardo chuckled at their retreating forms before turning back to the Auditore man and nodding honestly.
“They call me Mamma actually. It was upon my request. ‘Madre’ is too formal for my liking and I actually –”
Hot, scarred lips suddenly sealed Leonardo’s’ own and effectively shut down whatever he had been about to say. A slick tongue, well versed in pleasure, danced with Leonardo’s own, tasting every crevice of his mouth and teasing the other to play. Leonardo gasped when the kiss was broken and the same lips and tongue settled on his neck, licking and suckling with a fierce passion. A sharp bite to his neck made Leonardo throw his head back, moaning.
Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 10
That cloth makes up his pants, his mind supplied. Ah, yes, Ezio’s pants.
His brain began whirring back to life as he realized he was staring at Ezio’s pants, his dearest friend’s pants! Embarrassed he hurriedly looked up and felt heat shoot straight into his groin.
Golden eyes, half-lidded and intense as any predator’s, were still gazing down at Leonardo. He’d seen the way Leonardo had been looking at him!
Desire rolled through Leonardo at having those eyes focused so intently on him, and he hurriedly looked back to Nando, trying to ignore the thrumming in his chest.
“Boys,” Ezio drawled from behind him, the husky tenor making Leonardo bite his lip. “Go inside. Now.”
“Che, why?” Vanze asked, scoffing at the request.
Ezio turned eagle-like eyes onto the apprentices, making them quickly stand at attention.
“Do it. Don’t ask why.”
The boys exchanged worried glances. Nando jumped up before shuffling to join his companions. Leonardo tried to smile reassuringly at the young assassinos although his own heart felt like it would burst out of his chest.
“Don’t worry, boys. I think I know what Ezio has to say. Go inside; it will be alright.”
“…are you sure?” Dasten muttered quietly, looking at Ezio’s intense gaze before having to look back to the dirt.
“Si si, “ Leonardo chuckled, feeling a little calmer as the boys nervous expressions. He knew Ezio would not hurt him and a sense of protectiveness overtook him when he saw the boys’ expressions.
The words left Leonardo’s lips before he could think twice --
“Head inside, boys. Your Mamma and Papà just need to discuss some things in private for uno momento.”
Ezio’s intense gaze wavered at the exact moment Leonardo’s own blue one went wide at what he’d just uttered.
“Papà?” Ezio repeated in confusion.
The eyes of his four young students went wide with terror.
Leonardo swallowed a growing lump in his throat, and admitted in a panic, “Si, if I am their Madre it is only fitting that you are their Padre, no? You founded this Fratellanza di Assassinos, so you are its founding father and are therefore theirs as well.”
“You -- espere un seguno, they call you ‘Madre’?!” Ezio said.
The four apprentices had never run so fast out of the courtyard.
Leonardo chuckled at their retreating forms before turning back to the Auditore man and nodding honestly.
“They call me Mamma actually. It was upon my request. ‘Madre’ is too formal for my liking and I actually –”
Hot, scarred lips suddenly sealed Leonardo’s’ own and effectively shut down whatever he had been about to say. A slick tongue, well versed in pleasure, danced with Leonardo’s own, tasting every crevice of his mouth and teasing the other to play. Leonardo gasped when the kiss was broken and the same lips and tongue settled on his neck, licking and suckling with a fierce passion. A sharp bite to his neck made Leonardo throw his head back, moaning.
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