asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

More recently, Leonardo had caught Ezio watching him when he should have been focusing on the still life on his table or a passage in his textbook. The open yearning in those golden-brown eyes always made Leonardo's mouth go dry, and if he were giving a lecture when their gazes met, his train of thought would instantly be derailed. Once caught, Ezio would look away and appear to be intensely interested in something else, while Leonardo tried to continue as if nothing had happened. They were like satellites in the cosmos but instead of orbiting a sun, they circled around this illicit attraction as if it were a black hole, being pulled ever closer to it.

It didn’t help that Ezio was so attractive, either. The now-famous Auditore charm has been passed on by his father and his older brother Federico had been quite the heartbreaker during his four years. Combine that with a body that would put most modeling students to shame...

Leonardo cleared his throat as he straightened from his desk, trying to push those thoughts to the back of his mind. He smiled brightly at Ezio and clasped his hands together, hoping nothing showed in his expression.

“Now, your final project. It was pastels, correct? I am more than happy to offer my critique but I hope you weren’t planning on having me finish it.” As he spoke, he unlocked the cabinet where he stored his students’ unfinished works and checked the backs until he found “E. Auditore”. He pulled the scenic painting out carefully before setting it on the easel by his desk. He glanced at Ezio, wondering if his teasing remark had fallen flat, but the young man flashed a quick smile, although he seemed to have an air of nervousness about him. Leonardo mulled this over as he moved to his supply cabinet.

“It doesn’t look like you brought your pastels. Were you using the hard or soft ones?”

“Hard.”

The word came out with a slightly hoarse quality that sent a jolt straight down Leonardo’s spine. He felt a familiar warmth take hold of him and was grateful he had his back to Ezio, so he could close his eyes and take a deep breath. When he let it out, he grabbed two well-worn boxes from the shelf and came back to the desk. A glance at Ezio confirmed what he was beginning to suspect. The young man looked slightly anxious, clearly wondering how his answer had been received. Leonardo resurrected his smile and decided to ignore the remark, for both their sakes.

“It looks like a mix of both, actually, judging by the brightness of some of these colors,” he pointed out and wasn't surprised when Ezio looked momentarily guilty. “Let's look at it together, shall we?”

In hindsight, he realized this was a mistake. The air between them seemed to take on an electric charge as the young man came around the desk to stand beside him. With Ezio this close, Leonardo could see his hair was damp, most likely from showering after practice, and a few drops of water still clung to the nape of his neck. He smelled of generic shampoo and expensive cologne and Leonardo could not for the life of him remember if he'd worn that scent before. Ezio swallowed nervously when their eyes met and Leonardo felt another sizzle across his nerves. He was painfully aware that they were alone in the room, but he forced himself to look instead at the work of art before them.

“So, what did you need help on?” God help him, now he sounded hoarse, the desire coiling so tightly within him it was hard to think. It was a lot easier to stay in control when he had a classroom of other students watching him, their stares reminding him of exactly why he couldn’t give in to those desires.

“My technique.”

Leonardo turned, an exasperated comment ready to remind Ezio his technique was just fine, when the young man leaned forward and kissed him. It was startling and brief, a strange combination for a first kiss, and Ezio looked uncertain as he pulled away. Leonardo was still trying to gather his wits and explain why this was a bad idea when Ezio kissed him again. This time, he leaned in so their bodies touched and Leonardo felt his cock stir as something hard brushed his hip. Ezio's mouth moved against his, trying to coax out a response, and Leonardo felt himself relenting, his lips parting to let in a tentative tongue.

Just a taste, he thought faintly, just a taste and then I'll stop... But Ezio apparently took this as a success because he crowded his teacher back against the desk, now kissing with the clumsy desperation of youth. Leonardo cupped a hand behind Ezio's head, his little finger brushing against the droplets he'd seen before, and he slowly won over control with lips and teeth and tongue, bringing the kiss to a more languid tempo.

When he eventually remembered to stop and pull away, he realized just how breathless they were and how achingly hard he was. Ezio dropped his head to Leonardo’s shoulder, pushing his hips against his teacher with a muffled moan, even as Leonardo grasped for his common sense.

“Ezio,” he said and waited until the young man looked up. His golden eyes were dark with desire and his cheeks were flushed in a way that made Leonardo want to brush his thumbs across them to see if the color would smear like paint.

Focus, focus! he thought at himself sternly.

“Ezio, we shouldn't do this. I could lose my job,” he tried to explain gently but Ezio gripped his arms, as if afraid he would be pushed away.

“I'll be eighteen next month,” he replied quickly. “And I'll be graduating--”

“Then perhaps we should wait,” Leonardo suggested but his breath caught as Ezio rocked against him tentatively. He was aware of his student watching for his reaction, but the friction against his trapped erection seemed to short out his brain for a few seconds and when it passed, Ezio was pressing light kisses along his jaw and down his neck, murmuring words in between.

“I don't want to wait anymore. Please, everyone else has left for the day. It’s just us. No one will know.” He brought their mouths together again and Leonardo felt some of his hunger surge past the wall he’d been trying to maintain for months. He turned them around so that he was pressing Ezio into the desk and a sharp snap of his hips made Ezio moan, a sound that ignited Leonardo's lust, crumbling the wall of control he'd been braced against. He rocked against the young man again, suddenly wanting to be rid of their clothes, to be thrusting up and into him, feeling that incredibly tight heat clenched around him as he drove in again and again...

“Nngh...ah! Mr....da Vinci,” Ezio panted, clutching him desperately and that shocked Leonardo out of his daze. He was dry-humping his not-yet-of-age student against his desk in the middle of the afternoon on school grounds. He was half-surprised he hadn't brought things to a premature end in his frenzy but they were both still hard. Leonardo let out a shaky breath as he forced himself to relax the grip he had on his student's hips.

“Ezio...” He trailed off, staring at lips that were reddened and slightly parted, just begging to be taken again. He glanced at the door, remembering it would have locked again, then back at Ezio, who was waiting tensely for him to continue. He knew he had lost the fight with his conscience. “After today, we can't do...this until after you graduate. Understand?” Ezio nodded eagerly and leaned in but Leonardo put a finger to his lips. “And please, call me Leonardo.”

As if that will somehow make it better, he thought as he allowed Ezio to move in for another kiss, this one a little calmer than before. It seemed Ezio was a quick learner as he sucked lightly on Leonardo's tongue when it delved past his lips. Leonardo briefly wondered what it would be like to have that mouth on him, running his fingers through dark tresses as he lazily pushed in and out of slick warmth. He broke the kiss to take another steadying breath and Ezio buried his face against his neck again.

“I brought, um, 'stuff',” he said, his voice muffled. Leonardo frowned in confusion.

“What?”

Ezio made a small huffing sound and pushed his teacher back a step so he could turn and reach for his bag. Leonardo just stared in dumb silence until the young man straightened and held out what he'd referred to as “stuff”: a bottle of lube and a box of condoms. Ezio's cheeks were bright red as he handed the items over and Leonardo decided it would be better not to ask how he'd known. Instead, he set them to the side and cupped Ezio's face, losing himself in another long, slow kiss as he thought of how to proceed.

A splash of color at the corner of his eye reminded him of the forgotten pastels. He thought of the equally-ignored painting and suddenly felt a wicked idea take root in his mind. He smiled as he released Ezio and patted the desk.

“Hop up and lay back. Yes, on your elbows, like that,” he instructed, maneuvering the young man until he was lying half-propped up, his legs hanging over the front of the desk, spread so that his teacher stood between them. This made the bulge in Ezio's jeans even more apparent and Leonardo indulged him by giving a squeeze as he bent over for a reassuring kiss. He had to put a hand on Ezio's chest to prevent him from following when he straightened.

“You wanted help with your technique, didn't you?” he asked and chuckled at the now-embarrassed flush that warmed his student's face. Perhaps the project had just been an excuse to get his teacher alone but Leonardo saw a delightful opportunity to tease the young man spread out before him.

He slid his hand down Ezio's chest, watching how those golden-brown eyes fixed on it in anticipation of where it was headed, but when he reached Ezio's waist he stopped. Instead of continuing further, as Ezio no doubt wanted, Leonardo slid both hands under Ezio's t-shirt and pushed the fabric up, revealing tanned skin and lean muscles. There was a small patch of dark hair on his chest and a thinner trail that disappeared below the waistband of his jeans, but still plenty of space for what Leonardo intended.

“You seem to have the basics down,” he continued, reaching for a pastel stick at random and pleased to see he'd picked red. It was a broken piece with the wrapper missing and one side completely flat. Ezio's eyes followed as he brought the stick over to press against his stomach, above his navel. With brisk strokes, Leonardo began to make a circle about the size of his fist, smiling when Ezio twitched as if it tickled. When he was finished, he met his student's gaze.

“Look at the painting.” Ezio stared at him as if he'd lost his mind but when Leonardo raised an eyebrow and waited patiently, Ezio looked over at his project. Leonardo set the stick he'd been using back in the box and selected brown this time. As he leaned over again, he let his right hand rest lightly against the outline of Ezio's erection and felt him shiver in response. He was pleased when his student kept his eyes on the painting. “Now, what do you remember about feathering?”

“Short, light strokes. Gives vibrancy to a picture,” Ezio answered quickly and his eyes darted to Leonardo's as if seeking approval for his answer. Instead, his teacher just waited until he looked again at the painting. A moment later he groaned, though not in pleasure, and his head fell back. “Don't blend.”

“Good,” Leonardo murmured and gave a massaging squeeze with his right hand, even as he made short strokes with the edge of the pastel stick. Ezio seemed to melt under the attention, though his stomach twitched again at the touch of the pastel.

Leonardo continued, “If that is the effect you’re going for, let the eye mix the colors together rather than blending them on paper. What is that called?” He squeezed again briefly.

“Optic—“ Ezio licked his lips as his voice faltered and tried again. “Optical mixing.”

“Hm...so you have been paying attention to more than just your teacher’s ass?” Leonardo teased, exchanging brown for a yellow-gold to give his apple a bit of shine then adding a dark green shadow. He smeared the edges to give it a softer, hazy effect and then looked again at Ezio. “Perhaps we should go over the history of pastels?” Ezio blanched and Leonardo couldn't help a soft laugh in response; art history was Ezio's worst area. “Maybe another time.”

He slid his hands up Ezio's chest, amused at the streaks of color he left in his wake, and rubbed his thumbs against the young man's nipples until they had firmed into small buds he could pinch. Ezio squirmed beneath him, a whine escaping his lips as Leonardo watched hungrily. He wanted to spend hours wringing every last little sound from him, but he was aware that the desk probably wasn’t very comfortable; also, he wasn’t sure Ezio would last that long. So instead he cleaned off his fingers with a wet-wipe from his drawer and began undoing Ezio’s jeans, his own cock twitching as the young man whimpered.

It took some wiggling but they got Ezio's shoes off and the jeans quickly followed. Leonardo took hold of Ezio's cock firmly, smearing the pre-cum that leaked out with his thumb and spreading some down the shaft before giving another twisting pull. He released him only long enough to squeeze some lube onto his fingers and then he grasped Ezio with his left hand as his other hand trailed past his balls. Ezio had pushed himself up for a better look and need was so stark in his eyes, replacing any uncertainty. Holding that golden-brown gaze, Leonardo bent to give his cockhead a slow, deliberate lick and Ezio cried out, his hips jerking.

“L-leonardo,” he panted, stumbling over the unfamiliarity of calling his teacher by name. Leonardo felt a thrill shiver across his nerves in response and suddenly wanted to hear his name again and louder. Impulsively, he ducked his head and slid his lips over Ezio's cock, taking it nearly to the root.

This time his name was a choked shout and Ezio's hand moved to press against the back of his teacher's head, relaxing when Leonardo eased off a little. His other hand gripped the edge of the desk like a drowning man holds onto driftwood and his whole body was trembling. He hardly seemed to notice when Leonardo circled his opening with one slick finger and slowly started to push in. At the same time, Leonardo began to bob his head, each time swirling his tongue as his lips nearly came off before sinking down again. He wasn't that surprised when, after taking Ezio as deep as he could and swallowing around him, the young man gasped and came. Leonardo swallowed again, using his hand to milk Ezio through the aftershocks until he was spent.

As he straightened, a sinful smile curled his lips at the sight of Ezio in a boneless sprawl across his desk. The apple was still mostly intact on his stomach with smudges of pastel fingerprints around it, and his chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. Leonardo still had a finger in him and he moved it experimentally, watching Ezio's face as his wits returned and he adjusted to the feeling. A few more thrusts in and out and Leonardo added a second finger, scissoring them gently and waiting for some sign of pain.

“If at any time you want to stop, you can say so,” he murmured, moving his left hand back to Ezio's chest to brush against a nipple again.

“Leonardo,” Ezio said, still breathless, “you have hardly done—ah!” He jerked as Leonardo's searching fingers finally found his prostate. His teacher had to smother a laugh at the startled look on his face; apparently he hadn't know about that.

Leonardo continued to rub against that spot, until Ezio was squirming with little helpless noises, pushing back against his fingers even after he added a third. When he finally withdrew and fumbled for a condom, he had to chuckle at Ezio's dismayed groan, and then he was lining up and slowly pushing in.

God, it was tight, tighter than Leonardo could remember from his last experience, and he inched in as slowly as he could, using little rocking motions until he was finally fully sheathed. Ezio let out the breath he'd been holding in a rush and some of the pressure clenching around Leonardo eased. He bent over to take Ezio's mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, waiting to feel him relax a bit more before beginning to thrust shallowly.

When he felt Ezio had adjusted enough, he withdrew almost completely and then snapped his hips forward, burying himself in one quick thrust. Ezio grunted but didn’t protest so he did it again, lifting one of the young man's legs to adjust the angle. He knew he'd found what he'd been trying for when Ezio suddenly cried out, his whole body tensing as if he’d been shocked. Leonardo smiled and began to set a faster pace, hitting that spot with almost every thrust, so that Ezio was soon shaking and clutching at the desk.

“Leonardo,” he gasped, “please...!”

Leonardo moved his hand to grip the young man's cock, which was hard again, and he began to jerk in counterpoint to his thrusts, his fingers forming a tight ring for Ezio to push into. All too soon his student was shuddering again, practically sobbing Leonardo’s name as his orgasm tore through him and he spilled over Leonardo’s hand. He sagged against the desk then, panting and occasionally whimpering as Leonardo held his hips and strove towards his own finish. It only took a few more thrusts and then he, too, was caught up in the rush of pleasure, pushing deep as he spent himself.

He braced himself with his hands on the desk and tried to ignore the shaking in his legs as he waited for his pulse to calm. He leaned over to press a kiss to Ezio's collarbone, his tongue rasping across sweat-slick skin, and once he felt himself soften, he pulled out and carefully got rid of the condom. He’d have to take that bag of trash with him, unless he wanted a knowing smirk from the janitor the next time he came by. Ezio still hadn’t moved or opened his eyes by the time he’d tucked himself back into his pants so he bent over to put a hand to his cheek.

“Ezio? Are you all right?” The young man lifted his head drowsily, his expression both thoroughly sated and a little smug.

“I think that deserves an A,” he said and Leonardo laughed, shaking his head at Ezio’s lopsided grin.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

They used more wet-wipes to get rid of the pastel smears and then Ezio got dressed, albeit a little slowly, before hiding his “stuff” in his backpack. Once he'd done that, he boldly slipped his arms around Leonardo's waist and tugged him close for a languid kiss.

“How are you getting home?” Leonardo asked when they parted, brushing aside several strands of Ezio's hair that had come free of his ribbon and stuck to his sweat-damp forehead.

“I drove.” When his teacher raised an eyebrow, obviously skeptical, Ezio just shrugged. “I'll manage.” He grinned impishly. “It was worth it.”

“I'm glad,” Leonardo said, feeling a different kind of warmth swell within him. He tried to sound firm as he went on. “Remember what I said about graduation.”

“But--”

“A month will not kill you, Ezio,” Leonardo drawled, unaffected by Ezio’s attempt to look pitiful. He took the young man's chin in hand, leaning close. “If you get desperate, you can always touch yourself and imagine it's me. You know how that feels now.” A hot hunger flared in Ezio's eyes but Leonardo tilted his head down to press a chaste kiss to his forehead and then stepped back. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

“Yes, Mr. da Vinci,” Ezio said but there was a wicked light in his eyes as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out. Leonardo sighed as he dropped into his chair. It was going to be a long month.

Anon, this was delicious. I wasn't much of an Ezio slasher, but damn if I'm not converted now.

Yum.

Ooo, I consider that high praise indeed! :D Glad you liked it!

A PLUS PLUS PLUS PLUS PLUS!!!!

So hot. Oh my gosh. I approve.

So glad you approve! I quite like picturing them like this. :3

~~it is, it totally is. Imagine me continuing around the room crying, 'plus! plus! plus!' XD~~

This meme is so good for discovering kinks I didn't know I had. ;)

~~XD Anon, you are made of awesome.~~

Haha, it's done the same for me as well!

Pastel-smearing anon here.

I cannot BELIEVE how hot this is.

The UST in the beginning is so intense that my hands were sweating. And then, rather than ruining the tension, the kiss actually made it better. This is seriously masterful porn, Anon. And in character! Holy fuck.

I'm definitely saving this.

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! :D I was fretting over this one since it was my first top!Leonardo fic.

Oh man anon, I think I like school AU's ten times more now.

Do you think you'll do a sequel? XD

I'm a sucker for most AU prompts but this one in particular really grabbed me. After writing this fill (and reading the others), I'm completely hooked on the idea of the AC crew in high school. I wish it were a tv show. XD

Haha, I'm not sure about a sequel, though I'm flattered that you ask. I guess it would depend on whether I get hit by more inspiration. Was anon looking for more of these two in general or specifically more sexytimes?

This not-the-same-anon-you're-replying-to!Anon thinks it would be awesome to see them after Ezio graduates, when they get their first legal time together. XD

Also, I'm not really anon. I commented over on your LJ earlier about how much I loved this fic. <3 ;)

Hehe, hello not-so-anon! You will probably be pleased to know that idea of yours has been gnawing at me all day. No promises on how soon I can turn out the fic but I have started to write it. Once my brain got going, I didn't really have a choice. XD

This makes me incredibly happy. I'm glad to see we think so much alike. XD

This prompt/idea has apparently awoken the AU monster in me. I'm hoping it won't get nearly as long as the other AU I did, but hopefully you (and other anons) won't mind a bit of exposition before the main course? I will try to start posting what I have tomorrow night.

THE UST!! *brainsplosion*

unf. amazing.

Haha, glad you liked it! :D

so hot!

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