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

PWP, lovies.

What's the difference between this prompt and the billion others before it?

I'll tell you.

In this one, Leonardo has trained Ezio so that he can jizz just from giving head.

I'd love it if anon's fill shows the first time Ezio manages to cum just from having Leonardo's cock fucking his throat.

Humping Leo's boot is delicious, but something the artist considers 'cheating' and must punish.

I am writing this, because it's the hottest thing since sex I've ever heard.

OP is already fapping in anticipation

random!anon is thrilled because this will undoubtedly be amazing

Clearly, they both had an attraction towards each other, ever since Ezio had carried those boxes. Leonardo, being older and much more knowing with such situations, liked to take advantage of this. Ezio knew, of course, and maybe he would have cared if it was anyone else.

“Undress. I want to see you naked.”

Their relationship had always been nothing but love towards each other, though neither male ever said it. Leonardo thought, if he ever said anything, he would become obsessed with something he could never really have completely. Ezio still loved Caterina. It was always their silent agreement to do what they wanted in privacy. Neither cared as neither wanted a relationship known to anyone else. Keep it simple, quiet, and everyone would be fine. It had everything to do with loving each other and nothing to do with anyone else.

“Beautiful. Now, kneel.”

Leonardo always led and Ezio simply followed. Everything just went so much smoother that way. Over the years, Leonardo had trained Ezio. It sounded humiliating, like a master would train a dog, but, again, if it was anyone else but Leonardo, Ezio would have surely killed them by now.

Ezio knelt. His eyes were glassy and dark. Shadows flickered across his face as the candles flickered in the light breeze that passed through the workshop. A hand combed through his hair, let down from the red string normally holding it up. The hand massaged his scalp, petting him softly. The pressure of it felt good, making Ezio lean back into the touch. As soon as he started to really enjoy it, the hand was removed. Ezio’s eyes turned up, looking into the smiling face of his lover, arms stretched out over the back of the chair he sat in, a glass of red wine lazily sat between his fingers.

“Open my pants.” Leonardo said, his voice holding a soft sort of demanding kindness to the words, one of which Ezio could never deny. So he didn’t.

He shifted closer to Leonardo, who parted his legs to let him settle between them. Normally deadly fingers came up ruffling his shirt up to reveal a lean stomach. His touch was gentle, delicate, just how Leonardo liked him to do. His hands came down, untying the strings that held the blonde’s pants closed and pulled, dragging the fabric down enough to reveal pale hips and the artist’s length sprung forth. From above, Leonardo sighed.

“Excellent. Now, just like I taught you…”

Ezio nodded, saying nothing more before he leaned in to nuzzle against Leonardo’s thigh, taking in an almost shaky breath. Already he was getting hard by just the fact of being so close to Leonardo’s cock. He could smell the man’s scent, of pencil lead and vanilla beans mixed with the musk of sex. It was intoxicating. His eyes were totally blown out, the copper-yellow almost stolen fully by the black of his pupil. He looked up at Leonardo, who only nodded and took a sip of his wine.

Calloused hands came up, wrapping around the base of the half-hard cock before him, stroking it a few times, trying to get it fully erect. The hand returned to his head, fingers tangling into his hair, digging into his scalp a little with blunt fingernails. The artist let out a few breathy moans, muttering things like “more pressure” or “a little faster” to coach Ezio on what to do. In truth, the assassin didn’t need the encouragement. Really, he’d been doing this for years now. He knew what Leonardo wanted and how he wanted it, but there was something about being told what to do that made Ezio squirm. It made him pant and groan, turning his face in towards Leonardo’s thigh, trying to find the desperate expression on his face.

His ear picked up on a ‘tch’ sound right before the hand in his hair stopped being gentle pulled roughly, forcing his head back at an odd angle. Ezio hissed, but couldn’t deny the way his dick switched at the brutal strain.

“Now, now, Ezio. Don’t hide. I want to see your face when you take me in your mouth.” The grip in his hair loosened. The hand pushed his forward, the hard cock rubbing against his cheek. “Now, please, continue.”

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Ezio didn’t nod his agreement. He didn’t say a word, because speaking wouldn’t do anything. It was useless to spend his breath in such a fashion, as he did not need to vocalize the fact that, yes, in about two seconds he would listen to Leonardo and stare up at him with blown-the-fuck-up golden eyes and blow him. It was just going to happen, whether Ezio said anything or not.

That was one of the rules in their relationship. Because everyday Ezio took charge and led others into battles and everyday Leonardo took orders and simply bowed to everyone above him. Playing such roles grew tired and so in the world of their own that didn’t exist to anyone else, they switched. Ezio listened and obey and Leonardo set down the law and told people how to die. It was how they could live the way they do and laugh about it in the end—even if it was a lie.

Hands trembled as they rearranged themselves, gripping the artist’s hips softly. The trembling had everything to do with the cold dancing across his naked body and nothing to do with the man smiling from above him. Their eyes connected right when Ezio brought his tongue out to finally lick the swollen cock from base to tip and back down again. Leonardo smiled wider and took another sip of wine.

The taste was dark and almost unpleasant, but never unwelcomed. After so many times of doing it, Ezio had come to enjoy everything about the action of giving Leonardo head. Somehow, the man made it that much more enjoyable. It might have been something in the smell, shoving thickly in his nose, intoxicating him slowly, or maybe it was the heavy taste of dick on his tongue. Of course, that was all wrong, because those were all common yet, as Ezio continued to lick his path up, over, under, and swirl above at the tip, he never lost eye contact.

Even with the attention to his cock and the two glasses of wine pumping through his blood, Leonardo was calm, cool, and collected. Blue eyes were bright and almost dangerous in the candle light. It was the look of total control and Ezio loved it.

The assassin groaned, finally taking the head into his mouth, having to look away from those blue eyes as his dick twitched and tanned hips thrust forward into the air. In response, Leonardo gave out a half-heard groan of his own and shoved his hips forward, forcing most of his cock down Ezio’s throat. It took the younger man by surprise, choking him at it brushed the back of his throat, making him gag, so Leonardo did it again and again until the choking stopped and he let Ezio pull back, panting.

“Maybe you are not ready.” He heard the voice come from above, soft and mocking. “Maybe we should just end here tonight…” Movement, and Leonardo was getting up.

“No!” Ezio’s voice was deep and panicked. His hands pressed against Leonardo’s hips, pushing him back down in the chair. “Please, please. I can do this. I…I want to…” He needed that musk, the taste, and those eyes. Oh god, he needed this.

It appeared the reaction pleasing to the artist as the former smile cast across his face once more and his body relaxed into the chair. “Alright then.” He nodded, hooking one of his legs around Ezio’s neck, dragging him towards his still ever-present erection. “Try again.”

So Ezio did, with gusto. He took the cock back into his mouth and, just to prove at he could or maybe to prove Leonardo wrong, he sank all the way down until the head hit the back of his throat and the blond curls of hair tickled his nose. The leg around his neck tightened, the artist throwing his head back to let out a half cry. “Oh—fuck, Ezio! Just—just like that!”

Those noises were sounds of encouragement as Ezio continued, pulling back only to sink back down again, over and over, not choking once on the thick cock in his mouth. His tongue rubbed against the underside, the weight heavy and dark on his tongue, drooling all over the flesh. His eyes gazed up, see only the jaw line of Leonardo as his head was still thrown back over the chair, his still covered chest panting heavily, groaning admitted into the air one after the other as the dim lights cast long shadows across that beautiful face. Around the cock in his mouth, Ezio moaned, thrusting his hips forward, trying to find something—anything—solid to grind against.

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The leg hooked around his neck grew tighter, pulling him forward, the cock getting driven deeper into his mouth, and with it Ezio’s air slowly disappeared from his lungs. The pressure was delicious, with the heel of Leonardo’s foot digging into his shoulder. The wanton sounds from above grew louder, heavier, as the artist began to thrust his hips forward into that warm, waiting mouth. All the while his eyes stayed open, down cast at Ezio. The perfect image before him, of the almighty assassin naked on his knees, his dick disappearing in and out of his mouth, dark and wet.

Ezio attempted to keep up the ministrations of his tongue, move it along the thick vein running along the bottom of the cock, attempting to move it anywhere, up, down, but the quick, shallow, thrusts made it harder every time. So, he gave up trying to think about it, because it was slowly growing more and more difficult with the lack of oxygen to his brain. And so, he simply hallowed out his cheeks and sucked.

The sharp gasp from above made his own dick twitch and, once more, his hips came forward to hit the air and nothing more. An irritated groan echoed deep in his throat, gaining another approved moan from Leonardo, who had not heard the desperation in it. Thin, nimble fingers threaded through his hair, massaging his scalp gently and at random times scrapping blunt nails hard against his skin. Again, another groan gurgled up from Ezio’s throat, and he thrust forward, but this time he angled differently.

His dick made contact with Leonardo’s still-covered leg; the worn leather of the boots was cold against his cock. It brought a shock through his body that was nothing except pleasant. And, for a moment, Ezio got a little worried, because the one rule in his was he could not touch himself. Leonardo had taught him this with a very strict hand. It was this activity that was testing such lessons, but…maybe, just maybe…he wouldn’t notice?

The hand was still threaded in his hair, pulling and tugging every now and then when Ezio did something Leonardo enjoyed and approved of. There was no reaction of disapproval or that he noticed the first grind. Ezio tested the waters, dark eyes looking up into that perfect face and only received a smile. The artist drank deeply from his glass.

Again, his hips came forward, right there, and he felt the solid contact of boot against his hard dig. A moan, this time, escaped his throat, and he grind against Leonardo’s leg, humping him like a common dog, desperate for any sort of contact. The leather was smeared with pre-come, glistening in the dim light. Every once in a while his dick would scrap against a metal buckle, sending some form of twisted pain and pleasure. It was raw, cold, and unmoving. He did it again, and cried out around the artist in his mouth, this time a little too loudly.

The nurturing movements of fingers in his hair stopped and, when he looked up to meet those blue eyes, now sharp and piercing, Ezio’s heart also seemed to freeze. He was just trying to get off, knowing the other would not touch him at all, but this was breaking the rules. The hand in his hair tightened it’s grip, yanking him back until Leonardo’s cock came free from his mouth with a ‘pop’ and a loud gasp from Ezio’s now empty mouth.

Silently, Leonardo looked down at his boot, smeared with Ezio’s pre-come, and the assassin’s own dark, weeping cock. For the first time that night, a frown formed on his lips.

“Oh, Ezio, I am so disappointed in you…” He muttered gently, shaking his head with a sigh. “Now, you know the rules…” The hand in his hair pet him until it came to the long red thread that tied his hair back, loose, but still present. Those fingers took in, pulled softly, until it came free.

Below, Ezio whimpered, lowering his head as if pleading for some form of mercy he knew he wouldn’t get.

“Rise.” The command came and the assassin obeyed, standing in front of the artist, his cock standing against his stomach. “And here I thought you knew better then this…” Leonardo said, taking the red thread and tied it tightly around the base of Ezio’s cock. He pulled it hard, earning a half-gasp, before tapping Ezio’s thigh. “Now, you may continue.” And sat back in his chair again, legs spread wide.

Ohmylord, I was just thinking about this fic no more than 2 hours ago and wondering if anon would return to write more.

UNF. Please continue? Please?

HOT

HFSHFHRYEYWGF

SO HOT

Using Ezio's own hair-ribbon as a cockring - HOTHOTHOTHOT

Leonard's disapproval - eye-scorchingly hot!

The asphyxiation from so much cock - hfchsdgfbhrggfhyrdh YOUR BABIES; LET ME BEAR THEM (ill equip dude!OP is, I'd find a fucking way)

SUCH JOY, SUCH FAP, SUCH HOT. I compel thee, anon, keep going!

Anon thought this fill had died and was very upset... until today.
Hnnnggghhghhgh words cannot describe my happiness and.. and... /cries
Thank you so much for another wonderful fill! Please continue!! TuT

A/N: Glad everyone is enjoying this! X3

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At first, Ezio did not comply. He still stood before the artist, awkwardly, trying to not show his discomfort by squirming around, because he was uncomfortable. His hair tie added an unwanted pressure to his now weeping cock, a dull pain throbbing every time his heart pounded. He wanted desperately to untie the thing and come, but that would be against the rules and not the point of all their lessons. Even so, as he looked down at Leonardo, most of his clothing still on and his legs opened wide to welcome him back down between them, Ezio still thought to disobey and touch himself. To squeeze, pinch, rub, anything to stop the torturous ache that seemed to crawl all over his body now. It was Leonardo’s eyes, as he noticed the hesitation in Ezio’s own, that forced him back down.

“Much better.” Leonardo commented, patting his head gently as the assassin fell to his knees and almost instantly ran his tongue over the head of his cock. “If I find you trying to finish again, you will find a much more severe punishment in store then a simple red string.” If it was anyone but Leonardo, Ezio might have taken that last comment as a threatened snarl. But it wasn’t. Just a light reminder, emphasized by the artist kicking the assassin’s legs apart further, making it more difficult for him to angle a thrust properly, and to clearly show off the hard dick bobbing between his legs.

Leonardo heard Ezio hiss and chuckled, downing the last of the wine in his glass and reached down to grab the almost empty bottle sitting next to him on the floor. He poured the last of the dark wine into his glass, taking another long drink, before looking back down at Ezio, who was still lapping at the head of his cock, catching the beads of pre-come on his tongue.

“Are you thirst?” The question was almost random. It didn’t really need a reply, but Ezio still looked up with a very innocent look, eyes wide and open as he lapped at the cock, panting softly. His eyes gave the answer (desperate, wanting, lust-filled) so Leonardo, being the gentleman that he was, gave him what he planned to.

The liquid was cold as it poor down his stomach, sensing shivers dancing up his spine. It pooled in the grooves of his body, spilling down, leaving a trail of went red-violet in its wake. Ezio coughed as it hit his tongue, the strong odor of alcohol filling his nose, the taste mixing with the essence of the man above him. Though, it was no particularly unpleasant. After the initial shock, he went back to licking, this time following the trail of wine left behind, trying to catch the drops before they fell to the floor.

“Better?” The word was emphasized with an almost too caring tone and cock of the head.

With one final lick, all the way up to suck the wine that caught in the artist’s belly button, he nodded.

Leonardo smiled, tangling his fingers once more in Ezio’s hair. “Good, now, get back down.” He pushed the assassin’s back down, practically shoving his cock down his throat again. This time, Ezio was ready and took it all, relaxing his throat until the head jabbed at the back of it and swallowed, the taste of musk and red wine heavy on his tongue.

Leonardo moaned at the enthusiasm of the activity, arching his back off the chair and moaned loud, almost dropping the glass with the sheer pleasure that shook his body.

“That’s a good boy.” Leonardo purred, pushing strands of hair from Ezio’s face so he could clearly see those clouded amber-brown eyes. “Just—like—that!” With every word, he thrust his hips up into that waiting mouth where Ezio swallowed every one of them.

His own thighs were shaking with the effort to hold back, because the words that spilled from Leonardo’s mouth as he slowly lost control were going to drive him mad. It was beautiful. How his mouth fell open, lips parted and panting. How his head fell back over the edge of the chair, rolling, muttering (Yes, yes, yes!) and, god, what that did to him. Desperate, his dick ached, throbbed painfully between his legs, if only he could get that string undone. If not, he might soon go mad with the effort of holding back.

Sorry, totally forgot to change the title, but it's there!

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