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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Squirm for me, Assassin [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-18 02:00 am (UTC)(link)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.
Re: Squirm for me, Assassin [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-18 02:14 am (UTC)(link)UNF. Please continue? Please?
Re: Squirm for me, Assassin [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-18 04:08 am (UTC)(link)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!
Re: Squirm for me, Assassin [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-19 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)Hnnnggghhghhgh words cannot describe my happiness and.. and... /cries
Thank you so much for another wonderful fill! Please continue!! TuT
Re: Squirm for me, Assassin [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-21 05:21 am (UTC)(link)---
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.
PART FOUR ABOVE!
(Anonymous) 2011-02-21 05:22 am (UTC)(link)Re: Squirm for me, Assassin [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-22 10:57 am (UTC)(link)Re: Squirm for me, Assassin [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-22 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)Eeeeeeee love this writer-anon!<3
Re: Squirm for me, Assassin [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-24 02:57 am (UTC)(link)