"Accidenti" Ezio cursed and flailed as the comb caught in another snag. The tangle of hair was so bad that the comb ripped right of his hands and no tugging could free it. His fingers even got caught for a moment and feared he would have to seek help with his arms akimbo around his head.
"I can't do this by myself," he finally admitted to himself. With everything that went on with being an assassin, things such as personal grooming sometimes was forgotten. But how the hell had his hair matted in a single day? Earlier today it had been fine, but tonight when he had removed his hood the whole thing had turned into a tangled mat (or a rat's nest, as his mother always used to say when he was a child).
Now the thing to decide was who to ask for help... Certainly not his mother, he was too old for such a thing! And Claudia would laugh at him! That would leave Leonardo, and he would help~ If he'd help him translate codex pages and craft weaponry then surely the genius would be able to get his hair untangled!
"What have you been doing Ezio!?" Was Leonardo's first exclaimation when Ezio turned around to show him the problem. "Did a cat make for her kittens in your hood and yours your hair for bedding?"
Ezio pursed his lips. Leonardo continued to laugh. "It's not funny! It was fine this morning but tonight it was like this! Will you help me? Or am I just amusement?"
The genius laughed for a few more moments. "Of course! Since I cna see your own attempt...failed miserably." The assassin hissed as a sudden tug ripped at his scalp.
"Ow! Damn it Leo!"
"Oh hush, for such a deadly assassin I've never seen a bigger baby." He directed Ezio to a spot on the floor infront of a chair. "You'll have to sit there so I can reach your hair without tiring my arms." After he had seated himself, Leonardo sat himself int he chair with his legs just on either side of Ezio's shoulders.
"Remember the last time I was between your legs---GAH!"
"Sorry." An apology that wasn't serious at all. And yet his words sounded flushed. He definetely remembered! "I must concentrate on your hair Ezio."
It seemed to take forever. Leonardo had to gather and grip the hair at the base o f his skull so he wouldn't yank off his scalp as he worked out the knots. He started at the bottom and worked towards the top, a bit more work but worth it in the end. He had to use oil at some points to get the knows out and, unfortunately, scissors had to be used three times against knots that refused to cooperate. By the time all was out and Leonardo had switched to a soft brush, Ezio's head ached.
"Here, massassing will help and then the brushign will start to feel wonderful."
"You can massage a heeeeeaaaa~~~ On Leeeeeoooooo~~~"
Leonardo blinked in surprise at the abrupt purr that slipped out of Ezio is rapture. He continued lightly to massage, wondering what had triggered such a reaction.
"Leonardo, amore~ I never new your hands there could feel so wonderful, don't stop~" Ezio lolled his head back with a moan. "Aaaa~ If you keep doing that I'll massage your feet whenever you want."
"I'll model for you~ Any costume or naked. You can arrange me and tie me up!"
"Over there, yes, riiiiight there~ You can order me around, I'd do whatever you say. I'd ride you but you could keep on painting"
"Oh, I'd do buy a swath of smooth oriental silk and rub if over your blessed cock until you came." At that one Ezio rolled his head back, rubbing it right against Leonardo's tented pants.
By the end of the night, both assassin and genius were happy at the accidental discovery of Ezio's sensitive scalp.
Fill: Unfortunately not a well groomed Assassin
"I can't do this by myself," he finally admitted to himself. With everything that went on with being an assassin, things such as personal grooming sometimes was forgotten. But how the hell had his hair matted in a single day? Earlier today it had been fine, but tonight when he had removed his hood the whole thing had turned into a tangled mat (or a rat's nest, as his mother always used to say when he was a child).
Now the thing to decide was who to ask for help... Certainly not his mother, he was too old for such a thing! And Claudia would laugh at him! That would leave Leonardo, and he would help~ If he'd help him translate codex pages and craft weaponry then surely the genius would be able to get his hair untangled!
"What have you been doing Ezio!?" Was Leonardo's first exclaimation when Ezio turned around to show him the problem. "Did a cat make for her kittens in your hood and yours your hair for bedding?"
Ezio pursed his lips. Leonardo continued to laugh. "It's not funny! It was fine this morning but tonight it was like this! Will you help me? Or am I just amusement?"
The genius laughed for a few more moments. "Of course! Since I cna see your own attempt...failed miserably." The assassin hissed as a sudden tug ripped at his scalp.
"Ow! Damn it Leo!"
"Oh hush, for such a deadly assassin I've never seen a bigger baby." He directed Ezio to a spot on the floor infront of a chair. "You'll have to sit there so I can reach your hair without tiring my arms." After he had seated himself, Leonardo sat himself int he chair with his legs just on either side of Ezio's shoulders.
"Remember the last time I was between your legs---GAH!"
"Sorry." An apology that wasn't serious at all. And yet his words sounded flushed. He definetely remembered! "I must concentrate on your hair Ezio."
It seemed to take forever. Leonardo had to gather and grip the hair at the base o f his skull so he wouldn't yank off his scalp as he worked out the knots. He started at the bottom and worked towards the top, a bit more work but worth it in the end. He had to use oil at some points to get the knows out and, unfortunately, scissors had to be used three times against knots that refused to cooperate. By the time all was out and Leonardo had switched to a soft brush, Ezio's head ached.
"Here, massassing will help and then the brushign will start to feel wonderful."
"You can massage a heeeeeaaaa~~~ On Leeeeeoooooo~~~"
Leonardo blinked in surprise at the abrupt purr that slipped out of Ezio is rapture. He continued lightly to massage, wondering what had triggered such a reaction.
"Leonardo, amore~ I never new your hands there could feel so wonderful, don't stop~" Ezio lolled his head back with a moan. "Aaaa~ If you keep doing that I'll massage your feet whenever you want."
"I'll model for you~ Any costume or naked. You can arrange me and tie me up!"
"Over there, yes, riiiiight there~ You can order me around, I'd do whatever you say. I'd ride you but you could keep on painting"
"Oh, I'd do buy a swath of smooth oriental silk and rub if over your blessed cock until you came." At that one Ezio rolled his head back, rubbing it right against Leonardo's tented pants.
By the end of the night, both assassin and genius were happy at the accidental discovery of Ezio's sensitive scalp.