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

Maria glanced between him and the picture, smiling enigmatically.

“It's a lovely portrait. Did you mean to leave it unfinished?” she asked.

Leonardo blushed, both at the question and at himself for staring at his own work like an idiot. He moved into the room to lean his gift against the wall, next to the table where a small pile of presents lay waiting.

“I had intended to go back and add a little more detail,” he explained, “but when I took this teaching job, it got put in a box and I never could find it again. Now I see it must have been mixed in with the finished works I eventually gave my agent to sell.” He glanced at Maria somewhat sheepishly. “I hope you didn't have to pay full price for something half-done.”

“Nonsense,” she replied, dismissing his comment with a wave of her hand. “I think it's beautiful as it is so don't worry about what I paid for it.” She hooked her arm with his and led him out into the hall again.

They found the rest of the family in the spacious den and Leonardo was relieved to see he wasn't the only non-relative there. He was a little surprised to see Headmaster de' Medici, considering Ezio's track record with the school's authority, but judging by the way he was speaking with Giovanni, they apparently knew each other outside of Ezio's visits to the office. Aside from the headmaster and himself, there weren't any others from the school but there were several faces he didn't recognize.

He had told himself not to but almost immediately after entering the room with Maria, his eyes sought out Ezio. The young man was standing with Federico off to the side, his back to the door, but his brother must have said something because shortly after Leonardo spotted him, Ezio spun around. When he saw Leonardo, his face brightened and Leonardo felt the now-familiar squeeze around his heart. Thankfully, he did not come rushing over but Maria apparently noticed the exchange and, with her arm still linked with Leonardo's, they drifted over.

“Hey, uh, Mr. da Vinci,” Ezio said and Leonardo wondered if the others noticed his slight hesitation. Apparently neither one of them was good at subterfuge.

“Happy birthday, Ezio,” Leonardo replied. “A day early, that is.” Ezio looked good, dressed in a short-sleeved, white dress shirt and black slacks, quite different from his usual school attire of a t-shirt and jeans.

Behave yourself, his conscience reminded him.

“Ezio said you were taking him to dinner tomorrow,” Maria spoke up, her tone casual, and Leonardo's heart stopped. He tried not to let any of the sudden panic he felt show in his expression; he was impressed that he saw nothing in Ezio's eyes. Finally, he managed a smile and a chuckle he felt probably looked normal.

“Ah, yes, if that's all right?” Maria's smile was warm and genuine, not a trace of distrust or suspicion in her eyes as she replied.

“Of course. I'm sure Giovanni said this after the graduation ceremony, but we're very grateful Ezio has had a teacher like you to help him stay grounded in his studies. We all know he's had problems 'acting out'.”

“Mother,” Ezio huffed but Maria just chuckled and unwound her arm from Leonardo's, patting her son on the cheek.

“I'm going to make sure your father isn't discussing another of his crazy business proposals with Lorenzo.” She turned to Leonardo. “Please make yourself at home. There are drinks and hors d'oeuvres in the kitchen; Ezio can show you where.”

Leonardo was desperate to ask exactly how Ezio had gone about telling his parents about their date, but with Federico around he had to maintain his appearance as just a teacher.

“How is college going?” he asked the elder brother, who shrugged.

“Good. I've been trying to convince Ezio to join me but he says he's not interested in business school.” Federico chuckled as Ezio frowned, arms crossed in a distinctly defensive posture.

“I just said I haven't decided yet, that's all.” Leonardo made a mental note to try pursuing that topic the following evening over dinner. Ezio's plans for the future—and how it affected them—had been on his mind since that afternoon in the classroom, but he knew they could talk more openly once they were alone.

Re: Ezio's education...I was JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS THIS MORNING. I love how poor Leo is trying to handle this like an adult AND make sure Ezio doesn't screw up his life, but he still really wants it.

I also love how jumpy he is. Poor guy. I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for the next installment(s)!! <333

They managed to make conversation until Ezio finally asked if Leonardo wanted something to drink and led him to the kitchen. Like the other rooms he'd seen, this one was just as spacious with a counter that served as a divider separating the room into the dining and cooking areas. The chairs had been removed but there was a long table with quite a spread of food laid out on fancy serving dishes. Ezio went to stand behind the counter where various bottles of wine, beer, soda and a large bowl of punch sat.

“Punch is fine, thank you,” Leonardo said when Ezio gestured to the drinks. Now that they were alone, Leonardo felt some of his anxiety fade, no longer having to wonder if someone was watching him watch Ezio. “So, you mentioned the dinner?”

Ezio glanced at him almost guiltily, pausing with the punch ladle halfway to the glass, then looked down at what he was doing.

“Yeah. I thought, um, if you were going to pick me up...” He trailed off as he walked over to hand Leonardo the drink.

“It's fine,” Leonardo said with a reassuring smile. He reached out to touch Ezio's arm, his fingers brushing against skin briefly before he forced himself to draw away. “I actually prefer not having to sneak around it.”

“Oh, well...I didn't mention that it was a...a date,” Ezio said, glancing down again, his cheeks pink. Leonardo wanted to kiss him suddenly, to take away that hesitancy and replace it with the eager hunger he'd witnessed before.

“That's fine, too,” he said instead, gripping the glass like it was a lifeline. “Let's see how it goes and then you can decide how to approach them about it.” Ezio nodded and this time when he looked up, he was smiling. Leonardo swallowed, feeling again the urge to kiss him. “We should probably go back to the party.”

“Yeah,” Ezio said but neither of them were willing to make the first move. Finally, with clear reluctance, Ezio turned and led the way back to the den, Leonardo trailing after him.

As they re-entered the room, Maria approached, saying she had someone she wanted to introduce Leonardo to. Apparently she felt the need to ensure Leonardo did not get stuck talking only to his student for the evening. As much as he wouldn't mind that, he still smiled and let himself be led over to a couple he had previously noted as other non-relatives.

The man looked to be about Leonardo's age, perhaps a little older, and carried himself with the stiff air of someone who had spent time in the military. He seemed restless, sometimes resting his hands on his hips and then dropping them to his sides after a moment. The woman at his side was almost dainty in comparison, her head just coming to the man's shoulders and her arms folded modestly in front of her. Surprisingly, she looked considerably younger that the man, like she could be closer to Federico's age. Both looked up with interest as Leonardo was brought over.

“Leonardo, this is Bartolomeo d'Alviano and his wife, Pantasilea. Bartolomeo is an instructor at the military academy just outside of town and Pantasilea is taking courses at Federico's school,” Maria explained. “Leonardo is the head of the art department at the high school.”

Bartolomeo stuck his hand out to shake Leonardo's, his grip nearly as crushing as Mario's had been; Pantasilea's, thankfully, was only politely firm.

Maria left him to check on her other guests, ever the considerate hostess, and Leonardo was pleasantly surprised to find it wasn't difficult to make conversation with this pair. Bartolomeo had a gruff voice and talked a little louder than was necessary, perhaps, but whenever his voice would rise in volume, his wife laid a hand on his arm and he immediately would pause and start again, this time in tones more conducive to speaking indoors.

They discussed the differences between a public school like Leonardo's versus the private academy Bartolomeo worked at—aside from the military focus—and Pantasilea was exceptionally well-versed in both classic and modern art history, challenging Leonardo to reach back to memories of his college years in order to keep up. He hadn't realized an hour had gone by until Maria returned to say they were gathering in the other room so Ezio could open his presents.

Leonardo's pulse quickened as he followed his companions and the worry from before of what Ezio would think had come back. As he watched Ezio examine the gifts—and saw him peering curiously at Leonardo's, so different from the brightly-wrapped boxes—his doubts redoubled. Ezio started with the presents on the table but after opening several and expressing his thanks, he gave in to his curiosity and picked up the oversized rectangle.

Leonardo belatedly realized he had forgotten to put a tag on it but when Ezio glanced up and their eyes met, he offered a small nod. It would be obvious enough who the gift was from once it was unwrapped. Ezio tugged at the bows in the twine and peeled away the brown paper with more care than he'd shown the other presents. When he'd pushed aside enough to reveal the corner of a polished oak frame, Leonardo thought he heard Maria murmur her approval, but he couldn't look to see. He felt transfixed, watching Ezio for some kind of reaction. At first, the young man just stared at the picture, his blank expression making Leonardo's stomach twist uneasily, but then a blush crept slowly up his face and he looked up at his teacher.

“What is it, Ezio?” Maria spoke up after a moment had passed. “Turn it around so we can see.”

Hesitantly, Ezio did so. The picture behind the glass was his year-end project: the scenic view done in pastels. He had made a few subtle changes before submitting it for the final grade, but otherwise it was the same as the afternoon he'd asked Leonardo to help him with it. Once it was revealed, several of the guests, along with his parents, moved closer for a better look.

“This is your work?” Giovanni asked and chuckled when Ezio nodded, his ears and cheeks still pink. “There's nothing to be embarrassed about, son. It's very well done.”

But Leonardo knew the real cause for the flushed expression and he was trying hard not to succumb to the same thoughts. His heart beat rapidly in his chest and he felt his smile widen as Ezio met his eyes again. This had been the right choice, after all. The others would see it as a sweet gesture from a teacher to his student, but for them, the picture held a deeper meaning.

Once everyone had had a chance to examine the painting and shower Ezio with praise—as well as remark to Leonardo what a thoughtful gift it was—Ezio finished opening the rest of his gifts and then they moved to the kitchen for cake and ice cream. As they filed out, Ezio somehow managed to time his exit so he brushed past Leonardo in the doorway. His hand found Leonardo's and he gave a quick squeeze, throwing a grin over his shoulder as he moved on. Leonardo couldn't help the ridiculous smile he felt forming in response.

When the party began to wind down a few hours later, Leonardo said his goodbyes to Bartolomeo and Pantasilea and moved over to where Maria and Giovanni were speaking with Lorenzo.

“Thank you again for inviting me,” he said, once there was a lull in their conversation.

“It was our pleasure,” Giovanni replied. “We’re glad you could make it.”

“The painting you framed for Ezio is lovely,” Maria spoke up. “It's a shame he doesn't have more interest in becoming an artist, but even so, you did an incredible job shaping what skill he has.” Leonardo felt himself blushing again, flustered by the praise.

“Ah, well, thank you.” He held up a hand when it seemed Maria was going to see him to the door. “Please, don't let me interrupt you. I can let myself out.”

“All right. Have a good night, Leonardo.”

“You do the same.”

*frantic F5 mashing*

*joins you in doing same*

He glanced around as he left the room but didn't see Ezio. Trying not to let his disappointment show, he reminded himself they would see each other again the following evening. He would just have to call to confirm what time he should pick him up.

He was almost to the front door, passing by an adjoining hallway, when movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and as he turned to see what it was, someone ran into him. It was obvious who when lips sealed over his own and a tongue delved into his mouth eagerly. Ezio pressed him into the wall, his hands coming up to cup his face and his kiss nearly as desperate as it had been a month ago. Leonardo was too stunned at first to react, his hands hovering uselessly at his shoulders, but then he decided not to argue, not when everyone else was still in the den.

Slipping his arms around Ezio's waist, he kissed back with the hunger he'd been keeping at bay for weeks, devouring the muffled sounds Ezio made as the young man ground against him. It seemed to go on and on and yet it wasn't long enough; surprisingly, Ezio was the one to break their lip-lock. His cheeks were flushed, his lips reddened from their kissing, and Leonardo could feel him trembling, possibly with the effort of holding himself back.

“I love it,” Ezio whispered, and Leonardo knew he meant the painting. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome,” Leonardo murmured, one hand rubbing circles on Ezio's back, his fingers drinking in the feel of him. “Is seven o'clock all right for tomorrow?”

Ezio nodded then leaned forward for one last quick kiss. This time when it ended, he released Leonardo and stepped back, clearly trying to collect himself before he had to return to the den; Leonardo was grateful he could escape to his car. He backed the last few steps to the door and then paused, not surprised to find his own hand shaking a little as he rested it on the door knob.

“Good night, Ezio.”

“Good night.”

...I just read the last three updates over again. Twice. I love love love this story. I can't even tell you.

I'm so delighted to hear that!

I'm working feverishly to get this finished so expect to see more more either tomorrow night or Wednesday!

I'm willing to wait for the main event if it means more like this. Just keep us happy with kisses and I'll follow you anywhere. :D

4

At seven o'clock sharp, Leonardo was again pulling up to the Auditore household with his stomach in knots. He'd had butterflies all day but it had grown worse the closer it came for him to leave his apartment. On the drive over, he alternated lifted one hand off the steering wheel to hold it to the vent, trying to dry his palms. He'd chosen a black suit for the evening—his only suit, really—with a deep blue shirt and matte silver tie. As he'd been getting dressed, he realized he'd never mentioned to Ezio where he was taking him to dinner, but the thought of calling so last-minute had been too daunting to attempt. Especially when after their “goodnight” the previous evening, Leonardo was finding it harder than ever to convince himself to behave, at least through their first date.

As he stepped out of the car, already trying to think of answers to some of the questions Ezio’s parents might ask—where were they going, why was he so dressed up, when was he bringing Ezio back—the front door to the house opened and Ezio himself came out. He was also wearing a suit and as he came down the driveway, Leonardo saw his shirt was a rich crimson and his tie black. He was so stunned by the sight—how it seemed to age Ezio a year or two—that he didn't even notice the backpack Ezio had over one shoulder until he stopped by the car. The young man shifted nervously under the attention, suddenly reminding Leonardo of that fateful afternoon that had started all of this.

“I told my parents you'd drop me off at a friend's house afterward,” Ezio said. “If, um, if I can't stay with you?” He shuffled his feet again, trying to look nonchalant while fighting to hide which option was his obvious preference. Leonardo swallowed and chastised himself for staring.

“We can talk about it at dinner,” he replied and Ezio nodded. “Go ahead and put your bag in the back.”

It wasn't until they were pulling away from the house that Leonardo remembered to be relieved he didn't have to face his parents again.

Neither spoke on the way over, the tension so palpable, Leonardo nearly opened a window just to see if that would help. He kept his hands firmly on the steering wheel, resisting the urge to reach over and touch Ezio, even if only to take his hand and remind himself this was really happening. Ezio, on the other hand, spent most of the ride looking out his window, drumming his fingers on his knees restlessly. The looming specter of his age was gone, but Leonardo was afraid that if he started with one touch, he’d be unable to stop. Assuming things went that far tonight, he had hoped it would be in the comfort of his bed and not the car.

The restaurant was a cozy little Italian establishment that Leonardo had chosen because it was upscale dining without being too formal. The booths had high backs that gave each table a modicum of privacy and Leonardo had specifically requested one instead of a table when he’d placed the reservation. Once they were seated, the waiter came over to explain the specials and Ezio watched, bemused, as Leonardo asked for their vegetarian recommendations. He was still puzzling over this revelation when the waiter left to give them time to decide.

“You don’t eat any meat?” he asked and Leonardo shook his head. “Really?”

“It’s not that unusual these days,” the teacher said. “You don’t have any friends who are vegetarians?” Now it was Ezio's turn to shake his head but a thoughtful furrow was forming between his brows.

“What about eggs?”

“I will eat eggs.”

“Fish?”

“No.” Leonardo chuckled when Ezio looked even more confused and decided to explain. “I don’t like the idea of causing pain to any animal, so that’s why I choose not to eat meat.” Ezio nodded and looked down at the menu, letting that sink in, but then his head jerked up, his expression stricken.

“Does it bother you that I eat meat?”

It probably wasn’t the best reaction but Leonardo couldn’t help but laugh, though he tried to smother it with his hand. Ezio looked so distraught by the idea, he wondered what the young man would do if he said yes. Instead, he tried to calm himself and look a bit more serious as he leaned forward to pat Ezio's hand.

“No, Ezio, you’re fine,” he said. “I don’t expect you to change your eating habits to suit my choices.” The worry in Ezio's expression lingered a moment more and then faded. Before Leonardo could draw away his hand, Ezio shifted to lace their fingers together, smiling shyly. Leonardo felt his heart hiccup in its rhythm and left their hands together for a few more minutes before giving his fingers a squeeze and pulling free. Shortly after that, the waiter returned to take their orders.

When he was gone again, it left them with some time to themselves while they waited for the food to be ready. Ezio fidgeted with his glass of water, rubbing his thumb down the sides of the glass to smear away the condensation. He glanced up when Leonardo cleared his throat.

“So how does it feel, now that you’ve graduated?”

“About the same,” Ezio said with a shrug, “with a few exceptions.” A smirk tugged at the young man’s lips and Leonardo had no doubt what he meant by that.

“What are your plans for college?” Ezio's expression closed down and his gaze returned to the glass and he shrugged again. Leonardo wondered if his parents were pushing for him to go in one direction when he wanted to do something else. “I imagine there’s probably some pressure to work towards taking over the family business?” Leonardo’s suspicions were confirmed when a faint scowl stole across Ezio's face, but when no reply seemed forthcoming, the teacher sighed. “Ezio, I am not trying to pry but I would like to know. Perhaps I can help you decide on a major?”

“I just don't know,” Ezio muttered, sitting back in his seat and abandoning the glass. His eyes were a whirlwind of emotions: frustration, irritation, confusion. “Father is grooming Federico to eventually work for the bank and he keeps saying I should do the same but…” He looked away again but Leonardo waited patiently until he was ready to continue. “It’s boring! It’s not what I want to do and I’ve tried telling him that…”

“Do you have any idea of what you might want to do?” Leonardo half-expected another careless shrug but Ezio instead just looked at him before eventually glancing down.

“I want to stay here,” he said quietly, and although the with you went unspoken, Leonardo still heard it. He’d been worried Ezio might say that.

“Ezio, you can’t put off college just because we slept together,” he sighed. “I don’t want that and you shouldn’t either.” Ezio was still staring at the table, his hands in his lap, and Leonardo was reminded again of their age difference. Perhaps a different tactic was necessary. “The college Federico is going to is not that far from my apartment. There’s no reason we couldn’t continue seeing each other even if you went there.” Ezio’s head whipped up so fast, Leonardo was amazed he didn’t hurt himself. Hope was beginning to dawn on his face.

“Could I stay with you?”

Leonardo hesitated, trying to figure out how best to word his reply.

“College is a very important step in life,” he began, and winced at how awkward and “fatherly” his words sounded. “You can meet some very interesting people there, and living in a dorm gives you a chance to be free from your parent's rules for once.” He held up a hand when Ezio opened his mouth, no doubt to argue that he could do the same living with Leonardo. “Plus, I think some colleges require their freshman to stay on campus so they can better keep an eye on them and make sure they’re not having any problems.” Ezio frowned, clearly not happy, so Leonardo pulled out his trump card. “And what would your parents say? They might be willing to accept us having a relationship but I doubt they’d look as kindly on it if you suddenly announced you were moving in with me.”

Apparently that thought hadn't crossed Ezio's mind because he just stared at Leonardo for a full minute, stunned, before ducking his head again. Leonardo twisted his napkin in his lap, hating the silence and himself for having to bring up all the troublesome “adult” issues. He was beginning to wonder if the rest of the night would be like this when Ezio finally looked up.

“How about my second year?” he asked slowly, testing the waters, and Leonardo tilted his head to the side as he thought about this.

“Yes,” he said finally, “we could try that.” He decided to worry about the “living together” talk when the time came. For now, it was worth the brilliant smile that broke out on Ezio’s face just to agree to try. With that out of the way, the gloom that had threatened to spoil the evening was forgotten. Ezio opened up a little about the few majors he'd been considering and soon enough, the food had arrived. A more comfortable silence fell between them as they indulged in their meals.

Leonardo caught Ezio peering curiously at his plate, eying the purple-gray lump that was his eggplant parmesan, and finally offered to let him try it. Without giving any thought to the gesture, he cut a piece off and held it out with his own fork. Ezio glanced between the morsel and Leonardo and as suddenly as if a switch had been thrown, there was a charge in the air between them.

Leonardo felt his mouth go dry as Ezio leaned forward, lips parting at first to accept the bite and then tightening as they slid down the tines of the fork, taking the bit of eggplant with them. Ezio hadn't done it with lascivious intent but the effect remained the same, and Leonardo realized he was once again staring at Ezio's mouth only when the young man licked his lips and grinned. The teacher blushed and immediately looked down at his plate, struggling unsuccessfully to clear his mind of thoughts of those lips wrapped around something else. He was grateful the napkin in his lap helped to hide the effects of that mental image.

When the waiter returned to ask about dessert, Leonardo instead requested the check. Ezio was practically buzzing with anticipation, fidgeting in his seat as his teacher signed the appropriate slips of paper and then jumping up once it was clear they were done. Leonardo felt a matching eagerness humming through him as they walked out to the car. He paused by the passenger door, intending to open it for Ezio, but the young man turned and tilted his head up, golden-brown eyes hopeful, and it was so easy to cross the distance and seal their lips together.

Their breaths mixed as Leonardo chased Ezio’s tongue with his own and the young man’s arms came up to twine about his neck. He groaned and the sound seemed to vibrate across Leonardo’s nerves and straight down to his cock, encouraging him to press Ezio up against the side of the car so that he could feel the hard length of Ezio’s arousal against his hip. Then he remembered they were still in the parking lot of the restaurant, in plain view of anyone who happened to look outside, and he broke their kiss, though he couldn’t convince himself to step back completely. Ezio slid his hands down Leonardo’s chest to finger the lapels of his suit coat and he looked nervous once again.

“So…can I stay the night at your place?” he whispered. Leonardo didn’t trust his voice to respond so he just nodded, feeling a swell of giddy happiness when Ezio smiled. Onlookers be damned, he leaned forward to kiss him again, slow and sweet despite the staccato beat of his racing heart. When Ezio shifted against him with an impatient noise, desperate for friction against his trapped erection, that’s when Leonardo finally pulled away.

“Okay.” His voice came out hoarse so cleared his throat and tried again. “Okay.” He wasn’t even sure if he was speaking to Ezio or himself, but the word gave him something to focus on, to remind himself to step back. He managed to get the key in the passenger side door and unlock it, then hurried around to his side as Ezio got in.

When I saw this fic updated, a jolt went through me and my heart pounded. I just thought you should know. It's so good.

I must agree, I almost dropped the spoon holding my breakfast in pure exaltation when seeing this updated.

Writer!anon was not expecting this to be such a hit but I'm so glad you all are enjoying it!

So awesome.

Was the silver tie a nod to Leo's silver mask?

Ooooh, anon, I like how you think! I didn't do that intentionally but let's pretend that I did. :D

Dearest writer,

MY HEART WEEPS EVERY TIME I READ TO THE END OF YOUR UPDATES, AND REALISE THAT THERE ISN'T ANOTHER!
Gah!
But... thank you for writing this, and I love you. And when you update again, my heart will be alight with glee once more.

Dearest anon,
Do not weep! It has to end eventually and I don't want you to be crushed when it does.

ps - more tonight!

He almost fell to temptation again after starting the car because he made the mistake of glancing over at Ezio, who was illuminated by the dashboard lights. He was watching Leonardo with obvious hunger, his hands clutching the edges of his seat as if he, too, was fighting not to lunge across the gearshift and kiss him again. Leonardo swallowed hard and faced forward, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, at least until they were out of the parking lot. Then he reached out to rest a hand on Ezio’s thigh, lightly at first, and then kneading at the muscles more firmly when Ezio let out a breathy moan. It was torture for both of them, as Ezio tried to relax under what should have been a soothing touch, and Leonardo fought the urge to slide his hand any lower.

After the interminable drive home and the agony of the slowest elevator ride ever, they were finally in the safe confines of Leonardo’s apartment, away from prying eyes, with the door clicking shut behind them. Leonardo threw the bolt and turned to see Ezio looking around curiously. Although it was technically a studio apartment, with just one room and a bathroom, it was of decent size. The front door opened into a tiny kitchen and beyond that was a small living room, though aside from the couch and tv, most of the space was taken up by boxes of mounted canvas and more than one easel. They left their shoes on the mat and Leonardo took Ezio’s hand and led him further into the apartment, revealing an alcove to the left that hadn’t been visible from the doorway; this was where the bed was hiding. Around the corner, on the other side of the wall from the kitchen, was the bathroom.

Leonardo watched Ezio take all this in, practically overwhelmed by the fact that he finally had the young man here, in his home, all to himself. Ezio dropped his backpack on the floor and crossed to the bed, tugging Leonardo after him by their clasped hands. Once there, he let go to start shrugging out of his coat but he paused when Leonardo cupped his face and took his mouth in another languid kiss.

“Let me,” Leonardo murmured. “I’ve been waiting for the chance to see all of you and we have all night, after all. No need to rush.” Ezio blushed but nodded, letting his hands fall to his sides. Leonardo slid his own hands under the suit jacket to push it off Ezio’s shoulders, tossing it on the armchair at the foot of the bed that was already home to several of shirts. Next he moved on to the tie, nipping at Ezio’s lips as he unwound the knot and sent it sailing after the jacket. As his fingers dropped to the shirt’s buttons, he trailed kisses down Ezio’s throat and as each button came free, he pressed his lips to the skin beneath. Ezio shivered as the chaste kisses crept lower, eventually helping shrug off his shirt before putting his hands on Leonardo’s shoulders as if to steady himself.

With the shirt gone, Leonardo sat on the bed and pulled Ezio forward to stand between his legs, leaning close and breathing deep. He could smell the cologne he’d put on—the same from their first time together—and a faint, clean scent that was probably body wash. Ezio’s arousal was straining against the front of his pants but Leonardo was keeping his hands above the belt for now.

Gripping Ezio’s hips, he pressed another gentle kiss to his stomach and then traced a circle around his navel with the tip of his tongue, bracing Ezio when he bucked in reaction. He did the same to a spot just above his waistband and then repeated this torture for a few minutes, littering Ezio's skin with nonsensical shapes and scrapes of teeth. Ezio twitched with each brush of his tongue and before long he was shaking all over.

“Leonardo, please,” he panted and Leonardo felt his own cock jump in response to the absolute need in that voice.

“Sorry,” he breathed, leaving one last apologetic kiss before looking up into dilated, golden-brown eyes. “I just love the sounds you make.” Ezio glared indignantly but the teasing was quickly forgotten when Leonardo moved his hands to Ezio’s belt.

With deft fingers, he soon had Ezio's pants and boxers pushed past his hips to his ankles and he helped Ezio step out of them. His cock stuck out proudly now that it was free and Leonardo gripped the base with one hand, scattering light kisses down the length and smiling as Ezio moaned in response. Figuring he had teased him enough, he swirled his tongue around the head once before leaning forward and taking him into his mouth. Ezio gasped something that sounded like “yes” and then his hands clenched fistfuls of Leonardo’s jacket when his teacher began to suck.

Keeping one hand on Ezio’s hip, Leonardo shifted his other hand to massage Ezio's balls as he bobbed his head slowly, keeping his lips tight and his tongue sliding along the underside of his cock. Ezio seemed torn between wanting to thrust his hips to get deeper and taking Leonardo’s hand on his hip as a sign to stay still. He ended up slightly bent over, leaning more heavily on his teacher and whimpering after a particularly deep thrust.

Leonardo reluctantly drew away when he felt Ezio begin to tremble, his balls tightening in his grasp. He pressed a final kiss to the head and grinned when Ezio twitched. His own erection was aching and he wanted nothing more than to throw Ezio down on the bed and ravish him, despite his words about taking his time. Before they did anything else, though, he needed to get out of his clothes. He took Ezio’s hands off his shoulders, intending to have him sit on the bed, but Ezio suddenly bent down to capture his lips hungrily.

“I-I want… I want to…” Ezio started to say and then trailed off, his face red and his eyes downcast.

“We will, don’t worry,” Leonardo replied reassuringly, even as he pulled at the knot in his tie and tried to shrug off his coat. “I just want to get undressed first.” His smile faltered when Ezio shook his head and kissed him again fiercely. This time, the young man’s hands dropped to Leonardo’s lap, pressing a hand timidly to the bulge there, then with more force when Leonardo’s hips jerked into the touch. Ezio broke away a moment later to kneel between Leonardo’s spread legs, looking up as he reached for his belt. “Oh.” The realization of what Ezio had been trying to say finally sunk in but he could only stare in dumbfounded muteness. Seeing the uncertainty in Ezio’s expression, Leonardo struggled to make his brain work.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to,” he said quietly, reaching out to brush his thumb across the young man's cheek.

“I want to,” Ezio replied and then blushed again, almost embarrassed; he seemed to be waiting for Leonardo’s answer.

“Okay.”

Leonardo saw a flash of a shy smile before Ezio ducked his head and turned his attention to the pant zipper. Leonardo managed to get his coat off and the tie tossed to the side and then moved on to his shirt, but his fingers fumbled with the buttons when Ezio finally slipped a hand inside his boxers to curl tentative fingers around his cock. Halfway down the shirt the instructor gave up because Ezio had pulled him free and was stroking with a firmer grip as he became more sure of himself. Leonardo groaned and leaned back on his elbows, eyes fixed on the sight of Ezio kneeling between his knees, leaning forward to give his erection an experimental lick. He bit his lip to stifle a chuckle at Ezio’s first reaction—a grimace—then moaned outright when Ezio steadied his cock with one hand and slid his lips around the head.

T_T All of this just makes me so damn happy...
Like, ball in my throat erotically happy.
You're just too amazing.

I'm very glad to hear it! Thanks for reading! :D

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