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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Impervious Fragility 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Writer Anon here. I'll try to keep it as a linear story, but it might end up a little bit like a collection of snippets. A tiny bit connected to the fill I did on pg 39 that turned into Ezio/Giovanni.
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Ezio tired to repress another shiver that ran through him. Why was it getting harder to keep warm? Pride wouldn’t allow him to get more blankets (he had them plus furs already) or lit a brazier to provide more heat. So concentrated on trying to force himself to sleep that he almost missed the quiet swish of clothing hitting the floor. A smile spread across his face and he kept pretending to be asleep even as he felt the blanket being lifted away from his feet. The form made a slow journey, stopping every few inches to kiss his bare flesh, leaving the last on his manhood.

“I know you’re still awake, Ezio~” A young voice came muffled from under the blankets. A few moments later, a familiar face popped out from underneath. His dark curls, finally long enough to be pulled back into a tail, was loose tonight. Smiling, he crossed his arms on the older man’s chest before leaning in to kiss him. “Sorry I’m late, the mission took a little longer than expected.”

“But I trust it was successful?” Ezio’s smile was slow and lazy as he slipped an arm over the young assassin’s bare back.

“Of course, Maestro.” Giovanni’s voice took on a matter of fact tone, like a student quickly answering a teacher’s obvious question. Ezio narrowed his eyes and pinched his butt in punishment. “Is that disrespect in your words, novice?”

Giovanni still couldn’t hide his grinning even at being called a novice. “If it was, what would be my punishment, Il Mentore?”
Ezio drummed his fingers along his back as he thought. “I would…send you back to your actual bed in your room amongst the others~”

“Ezio! No, I don’t want to.” Giovanni’s arms wrapped around his neck, as if that would prevent the elder from removing him. “I snuck in because I wanted to be with you! Per favore, let me stay.”

“I will allow you, but you have to stay…right here…all night~” There wasn’t any way here was allowing Giovanni to leave his bed. There were many things that led to his wanting him there, but top amongst them was the fact that Giovanni’s warmth was delicious. It seeped of him along with his scent and soaked into his skin.

“Grazie~” With one last kiss Giovanni snuggled close. A contented breath left him as he closed his eyes, feeling Ezio’s fingers curl in his hair before he slipped into sleep.

Ezio would rather stay in the bed where it was so warm and comfortable. But his internal clock, hardwired after so many years of need to rise at the same time, got him up a few hours after dawn. They had changed positions during the night: Ezio on his side with Giovanni tucked against his chest, limbs interwoven.

Yet, as Ezio was beginning to piece together after these times they woke up together, Giovanni was a deep sleeper and wasn’t one to be woken before his time. He had a feeling he was still going through that stage of sleeping until late morning no matter what happened. As much as he was loathe to do it, Giovanni needed to get back to his room without being seen. “Giovanni, mio piccolo uno, it’s time to get up.”

The young man groaned in agitation and tried to roll away. “I’m not little…” He mumbled, fighting a sleepy grin.

“Hmm. So you object to being called mine, but don’t object to getting up?” Ezio crawled so that he was crouching over him. He leaned closer as if for a kiss but inside placed his bearded chin against his cheek. And rubbed. Giovanni shrieked, kicking his legs to throw Ezio’s weight off him. It didn’t work.

“Ezio! Ezio! Not the beard!”

“Are you awake and will get out of bed?”

“Yes, I’m awake!” Giovanni finally caught his breath when Ezio stopped tickling him. Taking the master assassin’s face in his hands he turned he so he could lay soft kisses on his lips. “But I won’t be getting out of bed…not yet anyways.”