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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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This anon would looooove to see either La Volpe/Leonardo/Ezio with Leo's ass on the recieving end of two cocks simultaneously, or replacing him with a moaning, writhing Machiavelli. :D

My first born if there's some orgasm denial/dirty talking/passing out from coming so hard.

Pweeaaase?

Seconds this sooooo much! ^^

FFFFF seconding so hard. Preferably with Machiavelli since there's already so much Leo around here.

Thirding the request for moar Machiavelli pls.

This ^ please!!!

My firstborn children for this.

Most likely filling this...

La Volpe raked his eyes over the sight before him, a flame of lust licking at his already heated arousal that stood, leaking and reddened, from his body. An expanse of skin was left exposed to his ravenous eyes, thickened with muscle and smoothly dipping into a long valley at the centre, peppered with a smattering of shallow and everyday scars that congregated mainly over rounded peaks. Shoulders.

A finger of his extended, touched the tip of the valley with feather light reverence, feeling the heat that radiated, the thin film of sweat that slid, the pounding of a heart and the deep, gasping lungfuls of air that caused a rise and fall. A deep groan vibrated from his fingertip, up his arm and to his neck, issuing a similar sound from himself. He trailed his touch down, eyes following and itching with anticipation as the heat grew, the skin became slicker and smoother, more sensitive. Finally he touched against raw flesh stretched wide and red around a cock. He moaned in chorus to Machiavelli and Ezio at the sight and touch, tracing the sensitized skins at the point which they joined and watching as Ezio shifted into a shallow thrust, barely containing a gasp, and Machiavelli shivered, whimpered oh so vulnerably and arched his back.

“'V-Volpe...Ezio, please.” His voice was breathy and frail, only containing a hint of his usual baritone, barely heard above the other two men's pants and stifled groans. The thief retracted his finger and dipped his hand into the jar of oil that had been used to prepare Machiavelli for Ezio's entrance. He rubbed his fingers together experimentally and felt the way that the oil rode up to coat the slight webbing between his fingers. There was a deep groan from in front of him, and upon looking back to the entwined bodies he found tongues searching over skin and delving deeply into hungry mouths, slick and commanding. He ran his slick fingers over Ezio's tight balls and up the thick, exposed length of his cock to ease and wriggle one digit in between muscle and organ. Machiavelli writhed and twisted on Ezio's hard member, moaning loudly and throatily, muscles tightening over La Volpe's finger. He wondered how he had not yet lost it already as his arousal leaked precome further from the slit and throbbed, begging to be touched.

He waited for Machiavelli to relax, coaxed on by Ezio whose legs had begun to shake with the effort it took to not thrust upwards and just move. The assassin's hands slid over Machiavelli's ribcage and down to grasp at his arsecheeks and spread them wide. Teeth sought out something to sink into and found Ezio's collarbone, biting down. Machiavelli savoured the hiss he coaxed from the assassin beneath him as another finger joined that already inside him beside Ezio's member and worked it's way around the girth, stretching the muscle even further to a point he still did not believe possible.

“Cazzo, you look so good like this, amico mio, stretched over a cock and my fingers. Completely helpless. Open.” La Volpe muttered as he brow drew into a concentrated and frustrated frown, fingers scissoring, stretching and making room for a third. Machiavelli moaned deeply against Ezio's flesh, mouthing it sloppily, mind on the intense arousal that built and gnawed at his sanity. He wasn't even sure how he had gotten into this position any more. However, as a third finger worked its way past the ring of muscle to nuzzle in beside Ezio's cock, stretching him even further, he wasn't sure he cared.

La Volpe moaned luxuriously, pulling the ring of muscle away from Ezio's member – still hardened and waiting oh so patiently – and watching as a gap formed, cock pulsating in apprehension of being surrounded by hot, tight, slick heat.

“Describe how it looks.” Ezio's voice shook, his toes curling and uncurling. The fingers sliding against his cock were torturous, though the knowledge that soon the thief's own rigid and hot sex would be taking their place was even more so. Never-the-less, he couldn't just lie there any longer, feeling the drag of the leather strap tied around Machiavelli's cock and the tease and squeeze of digits and muscle. He needed something to preoccupy him, to stop him from losing all focus and thrusting into abandon. He had long ago learned that, in sex, patience is a virtue.

La Volpe swallowed thickly and Machiavelli whimpered, nodding furiously his agreement against Ezio's well defined pectorals.

“Dio,” the thief whispered and then cleared his throat. “He's so tight. But loosening up. His skin is all flushed, shiny with oil. Cazzo, and your cock. All red and slick, penetrating him. It's is one of the most arousing sights I have had the pleasure to see.” He spread all of his fingers delved inside of the philosopher sandwiched between the two assassins and his eyes fluttered closed at the keen that tumbled from Machiavelli's lips. His hips thrusted into nothingness of their own accord, seeking out friction.“I have to...I can't-”

“Do it, fuck, please. Just, Dio, I want it in me.” Machiavelli whimpered and ground against the hard cock already inside of him and the fingers, stimulating his sensitised prostate and shuddering, crying out. Ezio's hips twitched rhythmically, his brow twisted in desperation, chest heaving.

A wave of arousal so poignant La Volpe almost lost control travelled straight and painfully to his aching cock and he took it in his grasp to lather it in viscous oil, digits leaving the heated and loosened cavern to do the job, shallow thrusts into his own hand giving his excitement away. As he shuffled close on the bed, sheets dragging under his knees, and pressed Machiavelli to lie flat on top of Ezio, the philosopher's hand reached out behind him and groped for his hard length, encircling it with strong, sword and quill calloused fingers and bringing the rosy head to bump against Ezio's gently rocking cock. La Volpe gasped at the friction, jaw hanging open as with small yet unhesitating twitches of his hips he pressed past the loosened muscle and inside, sliding against the stilling organ still occupying the tight channel. Three moans cut through the air that smelt of sex, oil and sweat.

Machiavelli bit his nails into the cushions underneath Ezio's head, clenching his teeth at the burn of a second cock stretching him open further. His sex, pressed between their slicked stomachs, withered at the burn, and he felt Ezio's deep, gravelly moan vibrate against his chest and lips. He swilled his tongue over the teeth mark bruises dotted over the older assassin's collarbone.

There was a moment of complete stillness when La Volpe's testis lay against Ezio's, fully sheathed in tight heat, all three men panting, whimpering, groaning. Then Machiavelli twitched and pressed back onto the heavy dicks penetrating him, making some strangled sound as they pushed closer to his prostate, and the air escaped from both Ezio's and La Volpe's lungs.

La Volpe's hips ground forwards as Ezio shifted his grip to the philosopher's hips, pulling him up so that he may move. A small thrust, the hitching of breath, a soft cry. The pace was awkward at first, but as La Volpe forced his eyes open from the moment they shut at the enveloping heat, they recovered, settling into an off-kilter rhythm.

In, out. Slip, slide. Pant, groan. Shiver. Writhe. Ezio's head was clouded over, only just being able to remember how to breathe as the thrust of his hips and the pursuit of his orgasm attempted to override his instinct to live. He snapped up and felt the long glide of La Volpe's similarly sized dick do the same before pulling out and delving back in again, panting, groaning, feeling the drip of precome on his stomach. Distantly he was aware that between the unintelligible sounds that fell from his mouth he was mumbling and moaning vulgar obscenities such as, 'Cazzo', 'Merda', and, 'I bet you like that, don't you you filthy puttana? Stretched over our cocks, feeling them fill you up.'

All Machiavelli could do was grind against the thick cocks that thrusted into him, each brushing against his prostate in an almost non-stop barrage, and feel it. Feel the hot breath on his neck, the stick of sweaty skin and hear the slap of snapping hips, the whimpers and groans and obscenities that coaxed him closer and closer to the peak of arousal, the wet schlick of oiled sexes as they drove into him.

“Ezio...Merda, 'Volpe. More, fuck.” He chocked out and almost sobbed in relief when La Volpe's hand circled his waist to grasp his aching arousal and tug in time with his own thrusts for no where near long enough before trailing down to untie the knot holding the leather strap tight. Somewhere between the build of pleasure and heat in his groin and the fumbling of his still slick fingers the tie came undone and within two zealous thrusts Machiavelli was coming. Spilling his juices over Ezio's stomach, moaning long and loud and twisting like a flame between the older bodies, losing his breath.

Ezio groaned loudly as Machiavelli clenched, ground and spilled over him, blindly reached beyond the younger man to grope for La Volpe's head and pull him into a desperate kiss as he neared completion. Biting on the thief's lip and crying out a muffled mixture of their names, Ezio's hips stuttered and the speeded, seed spurting into Machiavelli and coating his insides and La Volpe's still pumping cock. Heat spread through him from tip to toe followed by relief so pleasurable he groaned out with the last of his breath before gasping more in, going limp beneath the weight of two grown men.

Speeding up with excitement, La Volpe pounded into Machiavelli's prone form with abandon until he, too, found himself crashing into the waves of orgasm, emptying himself as he bit down hard on Machiavelli's shoulder, breaking skin. Another scar to join the others. Three grinding thrusts later he collapsed against his sticky back, panting.

Within a minute he felt himself being pushed to the side, spent cock slipping from Machiavelli's abused hole as he rolled onto his back. Machiavelli was pushed to Ezio's other side and lay awkwardly on his arm, face pressed to the sheets as they caught their breath.

“Is he even...breathing?” La Volpe finally gained the breath to ask between pants, staring at Machiavelli's slack jaw. With great effort Ezio heaved himself closer to the man and placed a wetted finger before his mouth.

“...Yeah, he just-”

“Fainted?” La Volpe asked and smirked, pressing his quickly cooling cheek to Ezio's shoulder.

“We must have worn him out.” Ezio breathed and then pushed Machiavelli's body into a more comfortable position.

“If the idiota did not want it he should not have asked.” La Volpe muttered tiredly. He pressed a messy kiss to the corner of Ezio's mouth and then settled down, sleep claiming him within minutes.

Hot!!

and JAYSUS. THAT WAS AMAZINGLY INSANELY HOT TO THE POINT IT SHOULD NOT BE LEGAL.

Firstborn bearing cookies in the mail RIGHT NOW. <333333333333

I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH FIRSTBORNS OR COOKIES. THANK YOU, OP, FOR GIVING SUCH A DELICIOUS PROMPT!

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