Faithfully: Ezio/Leo oneshot
Title: Faithfully
Pairing: Ezio/Leo obvi.
Summary: Leonardo finds out that Ezio has not been faithful. He works to remedy that.
Warnings: Boy/Boy. Groping, molesting and other various yummy things.
For: xiaoellen
“Leonardo!” A gasp of the artists name seemed like it was the only thing between them as Ezio squirmed, his instincts and sharply honed reflexes coiled back carefully. Leonardo’s body was pressed so closely to his, fingers griping his wrists with strength that he had never thought the other possessed. “What are you doing?”
The grip only tightened slightly at the words and a purr rumbled from Leonardo’s throat but no explanation was given. The only thing the assassin did received was a hungry stare and strong fingers expertly ripping up his tunic, teeth and tongue suddenly attacking his neck without any warning.
Ezio’s next attempt at words were drown in the low moan that enveloped him, Leonardo’s tongue licking a deviously sensual path from his shoulder to the hollow of his throat. Teeth grazed the sensitive skin just above his pulse and for a moment, the want of an explanation for all of this completely slipped from his mind.
Ezio found himself rolling his hips forward toward his lovers now but instead of being met with the delicious friction of the other hardness against his all that was there was a knee pushed in-between his thighs and an uncomfortable pressure against his now aching arousal.
Leonardo’s teeth sunk into his neck as well now and his brown eyes opened wide in surprise.
“Leonardo, stop. What is this about?” His breath caught as the artist’s free hand scratched down his back, pressing his palm against the base of the assassin’s spine to pull him closer.
The painter languidly pulled away, blue eyes meeting the assassins finally. “Why should I stop?
Is it honestly that unpleasant?” He nipped at Ezio’s jaw, tone disturbingly hollow. “Is that why you go to others to get what you need?”
Ezio stiffened and opened his mouth to try and explain. “I did not think-“ But stopped himself when Leonardo’s fingers moved up and threaded themselves in his dark chest hair, tugging hard.
“Did not think that just because they are women that I would not care?” He spat with venom, not being able to stop himself. Perhaps it was a selfish way to feel, after all, Ezio was not used to having someone that cared what he did or who he did it with and as much as Leonardo’s heart ached he knew that jealousy was not an emotion he wanted to harbor for too long. Hopefully, the assassin would learn from this.
There was a long, tension filled silence between them, Ezio not being able to formulate a proper explanation before Leonardo kissed him again, hard; needy tongue pushing in and ravaging that warm cavern until the younger man whimpered and heaved for air, the artist seemingly having stolen all of it from his lungs.
“Mi dispiace,” The assassin panted breathlessly, brain honestly trying to find something to tell Leonardo that would make even the smallest bit of sense. The blond did not acknowledge the apology however, too busy kissing a wet path down the assassin’s jaw and tugging at the ties to his breeches with the hand he was not using to pin Ezio’s wrists together, easily slipping it down the front and squeezing his cock hard enough to elicit a very unbecoming noise from the man.
“If you enjoy acting as such, perhaps you should show me just how much of a slut you really are.”
The assassin had no words for that, no words but plenty of sounds and Leonardo enjoyed each one as they crawled from the back of his lover’s throat changing pitch and tone at the slightest curl of his fingers or the press of his thumb against the already leaking slit. Ezio’s noises were like music to him, delicious groans and gasps that he could elicit however and whenever he chose.
“That’s it,” Leonardo found himself purring in a tone that he didn’t exactly recognize as his own. “Tell me what you want.”
Ezio however was not capable of speaking, at least what he would have considered coherent words enough to tell Leonardo what he wanted, what he craved as his hands itched to break from the hold the artist had him in. He had no doubt he could turn these tables quite easily but something inside of him was preventing him from doing it. Maybe it was the terrible ache between his legs, or the fact that Leonardo’s words and those nimble and oh so skilled fingers were making something in his gut burn fiercely enough that it took more than it should have to not just slump to the floor.
“No words caro?” Leonardo teased, giving Ezio’s straining prick another squeeze before bringing his sticky thumb up to his mouth and licking it free of the pre cum.
“Bastardo,” Ezio panted in reply, finding his voice even though his eyes were focused on that pink tongue and how it almost artfully lapped up the sticky fluid. “You are being a merciless tease.”
“I am afraid that is the point.” The blond had no intention of letting Ezio reach his climax.
“This is a learning experience and you need to be taught a lesson.”
Pairing: Ezio/Leo obvi.
Summary: Leonardo finds out that Ezio has not been faithful. He works to remedy that.
Warnings: Boy/Boy. Groping, molesting and other various yummy things.
For: xiaoellen
“Leonardo!” A gasp of the artists name seemed like it was the only thing between them as Ezio squirmed, his instincts and sharply honed reflexes coiled back carefully. Leonardo’s body was pressed so closely to his, fingers griping his wrists with strength that he had never thought the other possessed. “What are you doing?”
The grip only tightened slightly at the words and a purr rumbled from Leonardo’s throat but no explanation was given. The only thing the assassin did received was a hungry stare and strong fingers expertly ripping up his tunic, teeth and tongue suddenly attacking his neck without any warning.
Ezio’s next attempt at words were drown in the low moan that enveloped him, Leonardo’s tongue licking a deviously sensual path from his shoulder to the hollow of his throat. Teeth grazed the sensitive skin just above his pulse and for a moment, the want of an explanation for all of this completely slipped from his mind.
Ezio found himself rolling his hips forward toward his lovers now but instead of being met with the delicious friction of the other hardness against his all that was there was a knee pushed in-between his thighs and an uncomfortable pressure against his now aching arousal.
Leonardo’s teeth sunk into his neck as well now and his brown eyes opened wide in surprise.
“Leonardo, stop. What is this about?” His breath caught as the artist’s free hand scratched down his back, pressing his palm against the base of the assassin’s spine to pull him closer.
The painter languidly pulled away, blue eyes meeting the assassins finally. “Why should I stop?
Is it honestly that unpleasant?” He nipped at Ezio’s jaw, tone disturbingly hollow. “Is that why you go to others to get what you need?”
Ezio stiffened and opened his mouth to try and explain. “I did not think-“ But stopped himself when Leonardo’s fingers moved up and threaded themselves in his dark chest hair, tugging hard.
“Did not think that just because they are women that I would not care?” He spat with venom, not being able to stop himself. Perhaps it was a selfish way to feel, after all, Ezio was not used to having someone that cared what he did or who he did it with and as much as Leonardo’s heart ached he knew that jealousy was not an emotion he wanted to harbor for too long. Hopefully, the assassin would learn from this.
There was a long, tension filled silence between them, Ezio not being able to formulate a proper explanation before Leonardo kissed him again, hard; needy tongue pushing in and ravaging that warm cavern until the younger man whimpered and heaved for air, the artist seemingly having stolen all of it from his lungs.
“Mi dispiace,” The assassin panted breathlessly, brain honestly trying to find something to tell Leonardo that would make even the smallest bit of sense. The blond did not acknowledge the apology however, too busy kissing a wet path down the assassin’s jaw and tugging at the ties to his breeches with the hand he was not using to pin Ezio’s wrists together, easily slipping it down the front and squeezing his cock hard enough to elicit a very unbecoming noise from the man.
“If you enjoy acting as such, perhaps you should show me just how much of a slut you really are.”
The assassin had no words for that, no words but plenty of sounds and Leonardo enjoyed each one as they crawled from the back of his lover’s throat changing pitch and tone at the slightest curl of his fingers or the press of his thumb against the already leaking slit. Ezio’s noises were like music to him, delicious groans and gasps that he could elicit however and whenever he chose.
“That’s it,” Leonardo found himself purring in a tone that he didn’t exactly recognize as his own. “Tell me what you want.”
Ezio however was not capable of speaking, at least what he would have considered coherent words enough to tell Leonardo what he wanted, what he craved as his hands itched to break from the hold the artist had him in. He had no doubt he could turn these tables quite easily but something inside of him was preventing him from doing it. Maybe it was the terrible ache between his legs, or the fact that Leonardo’s words and those nimble and oh so skilled fingers were making something in his gut burn fiercely enough that it took more than it should have to not just slump to the floor.
“No words caro?” Leonardo teased, giving Ezio’s straining prick another squeeze before bringing his sticky thumb up to his mouth and licking it free of the pre cum.
“Bastardo,” Ezio panted in reply, finding his voice even though his eyes were focused on that pink tongue and how it almost artfully lapped up the sticky fluid. “You are being a merciless tease.”
“I am afraid that is the point.” The blond had no intention of letting Ezio reach his climax.
“This is a learning experience and you need to be taught a lesson.”