Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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[(Anonymous)]

"What is this?" Rough-handed, Cesare unrolled the blueprint of the armoured carriage. Leonardo felt suddenly protective of his work. He suppressed the urge to try to reclaim the delicate paper from Cesare. What did he care if Cesare tore the blueprints? It would be another excuse for a delay.

"It is another design, Cesare. Like all of my creations, this one requires extensive planning. After I have finished my calculations, I will build a model of it before I oversee its construction."

"I begin to think you are deliberately delaying my machines," said Cesare. "Have you done nothing but draw pictures?"

"I have given instructions to the carpenter you chose, to have the body built for the carriage. I continue to refine the vessels that will hold the gunpowder. As the body of the carriage is wood, it is most important that they are fireproof."

"I grow tired of your boring explanations," Cesare told him. "Clear everything off this workbench."

Leonardo's stomach churned, but he piled his books and papers on the floor.

Cesare took his arm and backed him against the workbench. He leaned near Leonardo's throat to smell him.

"You've bathed, Leonardo."

Oddly, the Borgia prince was as fastidious as Leonardo. It made his attentions slightly less unbearable. Leonardo did not think he could have coped, if Cesare had been unclean.

"Clearly, you did this in invitation." Cesare unlaced Leonardo's shirt, and traced his collarbone with a finger. Leonardo swallowed, dry-mouthed, and looked away.

It had occurred to Leonardo that he could allow himself to become filthy, in order to dissuade Cesare; but his pride would not allow it. It was hard enough to hold on to his sanity in this place. His cleanliness allowed him to keep one part of his identity intact, even as all the others were stripped away from him.

"Come here," Cesare said. He cupped Leonardo's face and kissed him.

The familiar scratch of his beard against another man's excited Leonardo despite himself. Cesare slowly pushed the tip of his tongue in and out of Leonardo's mouth, then ran it over his lower lip. Leonardo moaned.

Although Leonardo had tried to respond as little as possible, Cesare was beginning to discover what he enjoyed. It was another tactic to humiliate him. Not only could he have Leonardo whenever he wanted, he could make him shudder and cry out in ecstasy as well.

"You like this, Leonardo," said Cesare, murmuring into his mouth. "You want to kiss me back, but you are too proud." He pushed a leg between Leonardo's thighs and leaned into him, a hand in his hair. "Do it. Kiss me," he said.

As though the direct order had freed him, Leonardo opened his mouth around Cesare's tongue, moaning deep in his throat at the feel of hair and full hard lips against his mouth. Cesare held his head and kissed him until he was dizzy.

Cesare's thigh rubbed against Leonardo's cock, and Leonardo shifted, embarrassed at how hard he was already. To Cesare's endless amusement, it never took long.

"What is this, hmm?" Cesare cupped the bulge of Leonardo's cock in one hand. He traced the hard, curved length with his thumb. Then he began to undress Leonardo, stripping off his cape, pulling his shirt open, throwing garments to the floor.

A flush of heat ran up Leonardo's throat when he realised he was naked from the waist up. Cesare groped him, calloused hands roaming his chest and back and belly.

Then he seized Leonardo by the back of his neck, pushed his chest to the cool surface of the workbench, and made Leonardo drop his breeches. Leonardo stepped out of them.

"Wider. Your legs. Wider," Cesare said, breathing hard. He did not wait for Leonardo to obey, and instead kicked his feet apart.

There was a pause, as Cesare found a vial of oil and slicked his fingers. He had been planning this all afternoon, Leonardo realised. Sometimes he despaired of his own naivete. He cried out when Cesare pressed an oily finger against his arsehole, rubbing it, circling.

Leonardo's breath came in short gasps. Guilt and shame overwhelmed him.

A slick hand closed around his cock, and Leonardo knew it would not be long, now. Much as Cesare liked to torment him, he did not have the willpower to delay having him for too long.