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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Part 1
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Discussion
Set Fire [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-04 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)“Ezio, what happened?”
“A minstrel...” He mimes injecting something into his neck because he can’t recall which words to use.
Leonardo swears and reaches over, pushing Ezio’s head to one side so he can see the injection site. The pressure of Leonardo’s skin against his feels like holding a flame to tinder. Ezio groans.
“What color was it?” Leonardo is asking. He might be repeating the question because he grabs Ezio’s chin roughly and checks his pupils. “Ezio, can you hear me?”
Ezio is sweating. Leonardo smells like paint and bergamot and Ezio wants to lick him and fuck him and bite him.
“I said, can you hear me?” Leonardo asks again, pressing two fingers to Ezio’s neck, just under his jaw.
Ezio nods, closing his eyes.
“You should be alright, after you deal with…” Leonardo gestures vaguely toward Ezio’s lower half and Ezio is too relieved to be embarrassed. “You can use the back room. It stays cooler than the rest of the workshop this time of year.”
Ezio remembers seeing sheet-covered bodies in the space, waiting to be cut open and sketched. But when Leonardo pulls back the curtain, there is only a bed, a candle stub in a holder, and a pile of books on the floor.
“I sometimes sleep here in the summer,” Leonardo explains as Ezio kicks off his boots. “It gets so hot in Firenze.” He’s chattering and straightening the stack of books and Ezio watches him bend over.
Lying on the bed, Ezio slides a hand down his pants. When his thumb circles the head of his cock, the combination of relief and need is almost unbearable.
“Stay,” he says quietly.
Leonardo straightens and throws a quick glance over his shoulder as if to confirm his suspicions. He pretends he didn’t hear.
“I’ll just be working on a few things.” The curtain flaps shut behind him.
Ezio hisses in frustration, pulling his shirt over his head and untying his hair and kicking off his pants. Finally, he falls back on the bed and breathes deeply. Everything around him smells like Leonardo. He brings a handful of the sheets to his nose and thrusts instinctively into his hand. He’s making sounds, but the fabric is muffling them and suddenly he’s coming. It’s fast and his hands are wet. As soon as it’s over, it’s building again and he might as well be trying to empty the Arno with a spoon.
“Leonardo?”
“Yes?” The reply is filtered through the curtain but Leonardo is talking to him and it almost sets him off again.
“What are you working on?” Ezio asks conversationally, even as his voice catches.
Leonardo laughs. “Probably something very different than what you are doing.”
Ezio moves his hand faster. “Your voice is like wine,” he says abruptly.
Another laugh and Ezio hears him mumble something about never becoming a poet. But Ezio is past caring and he rolls over to grind his hips into the mattress. He imagines Leonardo moving under the sheets in the night, arching his back as he comes and Ezio is there too, emptying into the fabric.
“Mi dispiace,” he’s saying over and over. It’s the best he’s ever had and it sounds a bit like he’s sobbing, so it’s no surprise when Leonardo throws back the curtain.
“What happened?”
Ezio can feel Leonardo watching him and he’s ready to go again, as deliriously hard as ever.
“I can’t stop,” Ezio says into the pillow. He can’t decide if he should be miserable or ecstatic.
Leonardo walks over.
“Let me see.”
Ezio hesitates before flipping over, cock still heavy. His balls are aching like he’s been sitting in a busy brothel for an hour, waiting for the next free girl.
Leonardo’s eyes are wide.
“I could try something, if you don’t mind. It may help.” His voice is surprisingly light, almost professional.
Ezio wants to say yes clearly, so there’s no confusion or hesitation. Instead he moans and wraps Leonardo’s hand around his cock. His fingers are cold and the contrast makes Ezio throw his head back, panting.
Set Fire [3/4]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-04 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)Leonardo lets out a choked laugh as he pulls his hand away and reaches for something underneath the bed. Ezio moves until he’s at the edge of the mattress, legs sprawled apart because whatever Leonardo’s going to do, he wants it. Whatever is in his veins is making him want things that are violent and filthy and new.
Leonardo unlaces his doublet and rolls up his sleeves.
“This isn’t what it looks like,” he says, a bit sheepish as he pours something from a small bottle into his hand. Olive oil kept under his bed.
“I think this is exactly what it looks like,” Ezio says with a grin. His heartbeat is in his ears.
Leonardo shrugs and Ezio is ready to ask if he cooks much in the room when he feels it- Leonardo closes a hand firmly around Ezio’s cock and before Ezio can catch his breath, he’s giving him a long, slow stroke. The oil makes everything slick and it’s dripping down past his balls. Leonardo follows the drip with his free hand and when he starts to push a finger in, Ezio arches his back and rolls his hips to take him in. Leonardo’s eyes are dark as he looks at Ezio moving on the bed.
“Have you ever done this before?” Leonardo asks. His voice is thick and Ezio is shaking. He doesn’t want to admit that he hasn’t but when Leonardo curls his finger and finds something that makes Ezio cry out, there’s no denying it. Leonardo kisses the inside of Ezio’s thigh, tongue gliding over the skin while he slowly adds a second finger and pumps Ezio’s cock. There’s a slight sting, a stretching that’s almost what Ezio wants but is far enough from it to make it feel like a kind of suffering.
“More,” Ezio demands, reaching down and forcing Leonardo’s hand in deeper, up to his knuckles.
Leonardo gives him a doubtful look at first but seems to come to a decision when Ezio meets his eyes. He works his hand faster, nearly withdrawing his fingers before pushing them in again, fast and hard. Ezio meets each stroke, hips snapping up to fuck Leonardo’s hand and he’s coming. He can’t control the way his body is moving, shivering and contracting until it slows and Leonardo pulls his fingers out.
“Better?” He sounds happy and Ezio hates that it’s only helped a little. His cock is getting hard again. Leonardo, of course, notices.
Ezio sits up and cups Leonardo through his pants. Leonardo’s mouth looks wet and his shirt is hanging open.
“Show me the rest, Leonardo.”
“Ezio, I don’t know if that is such a good idea…” He trails off, shaking his head and letting Ezio’s inexperience and drug-induced impatience fill the pause without actually bringing them up.
Ezio works his hand over the bulge in Leonardo’s pants. He’s not going to beg, but he needs this desperately and judging by the way Leonardo is grinding himself into Ezio’s hand, he does too.
In an instant, Leonardo is pulling off the linen shirt and Ezio is drinking it in. Leonardo is broad shouldered and there are muscles Ezio hadn’t been expecting. He unties his pants and he’s moving so fast that Ezio half wonders if he was injected too.
Leonardo leaves a trail of quick, hungry kisses up Ezio’s chest until he’s breathing hard against his neck, skin on skin. Ezio reaches between them to grip their cocks together in his hand. He didn’t know what he was expecting and he feels a bit like a teenager fumbling in the dark, but it’s hard and wet and Leonardo’s breath catches and he rests his forehead on Ezio’s shoulder while he thrusts.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Leonardo is smiling but Ezio can’t help but think that there’s a bit of suspicion in it as well.
“I’m just a fast learner,” Ezio says smugly.
Leonardo sits back. “Then I will teach you.”
He positions himself, holding Ezio’s legs apart and digging his fingers into his thighs. Leonardo’s cock is pressing and Ezio pushes back and the oil lets him slide in. It feels wrong and too big and Ezio shudders because it’s so good that he can’t keep his body still. Leonardo closes his eyes and bites back a moan.
“Let me hear you,” Ezio says.
Set Fire [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-04 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)Ezio can feel the heat settling again, winding tight, and he knows that this is going to do it. Leonardo’s making quiet sounds that Ezio can hear perfectly, even as his own groans get closer to shouting.
It’s his own name on Leonardo’s lips, barely coherent, that pushes him over the edge. He’s past shaking, but he can fell himself tightening around Leonardo’s cock as he shoots onto his own stomach and chest, unable to breathe, and then Leonardo is coming too, his expression far away and his thrusts keep it going until there’s nothing left.
Ezio tangles a hand in Leonardo’s hair pulls him down for a kiss. Their mouths are hot and lazy and Leonardo sighs happily. Ezio hooks an arm around him and shifts until they’re both lying on the narrow bed.
“I think we were a bit loud,” Leonardo says after a while. “I bet every Night Officer in the city is standing outside my door.”
Ezio waves a hand nonchalantly. “Let them come.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” Leonardo replies quietly and silence follows while Ezio tries to think of a way to apologize but everything he comes up with sounds either insensitive or hypocritical. He touches his neck and it’s still a bit sore.
“I wonder what that was,” he says, changing the subject.
Leonardo laughs. “It’s not supposed to be injected.”
Ezio turns sharply to look at him.
“I didn’t make it,” Leonardo says quickly. “Mixing it with wine makes the effects much less… intense. I’ve heard.”
Ezio grins up at the ceiling.
“I don’t think we’ll need it,” he says.
Re: Set Fire [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-04 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)*bites lip and disappears into bunk*
Re: Set Fire [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-04 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Set Fire [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-04 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Set Fire [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-05 12:24 am (UTC)(link)Re: Set Fire [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-05 04:58 am (UTC)(link)And then the last line made me "d'awwww". <3 You rule, writer!anon.
Re: Set Fire [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-05 05:33 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-05 05:39 am (UTC)(link)omg, writeranon. i am dead, DEAD! ...dead with joy though. :)
oh this was so wonderful and sexy and unf, and i am thrilled. your writing is excellent and i love how at first Leonardo was like, "GO AHEAD" and ezio was all "BUT STAY" and leo's like "BITCHPLZ" and walks out
*cough*
OP is incoherent and retarded at the moment but omg, writer anon. I lurrrve you and your writing.
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-05 06:17 am (UTC)(link)Pleased OP= mission accomplished.
Re: Set Fire [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2011-04-29 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)anyway, just popping by to say that this is the fucking hottest thing I've yet to come across in this meme. seriously. goddamn.
Re: Set Fire [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2011-05-05 02:28 am (UTC)(link)