Amen: Cesare/Micheletto NC-17
Micheletto gives a pained grunt as Cesare’s fingers twist cruelly and perfectly inside him, the Cardinal pressing hungry kisses to the skin below his precious assassin’s ear.
“We must keep quiet now my love.” He nips at Micheletto’s ear lobe and spreads his fingers, curling them in a gesture not unlike that one would make to call a dog over to you. He breathes against Micheletto’s skin, “I know you are apt in the ways of silence, show me how so.”
Micheletto stiffens his jaw before murmuring a, “Yes, your eminence.”
Cesare can hear the Holy Fathers words continue outside of the confessional as he pushes Micheletto back against the seat where the people of Rome came to confess their sins, his fingers slipping from inside the other man, whom gives a little noise of protest.
How humourous.
To commit such sins of the flesh in a place with a purpose for the redemption of such sins.
Micheletto stumbles a little, his trousers caught around his shins, as he is forced to sit back on the wooden seat. Cesare is laughing under his breath and shedding the bulk of his Cardinal’s robes. He leans in and whispers, “We are committing a highest of crimes Micheletto. Sodomy in the house of the Lord.” He shakes his head and lets his henchman curl a hand around the back of his neck, bringing him into a blinding kiss.
When Cesare begins to pant into Micheletto’s mouth, he pulls away slightly, but keeps their foreheads together.
Micheletto says barely more than silence itself, “We must be quiet, your eminence. As you stated before.”
Cesare holds his breath and once again hears his father’s voice echoing off the walls of the room outside of their little haven.
He nods and brings their mouths together once more, his hands slipping beneath his robes to pull out his cock, hard and hot in his palm. He watches as Micheletto licks his lips at the sight of his Lord’s erection, and Cesare himself has to bite back a noise of pleasure.
His fingers find Micheletto’s hole again and he fucks the assassin on them for a while longer, eyes glazed as the other man keeps in any noise that might escape usually.
Cesare smiles and thinks how Micheletto will always follow his instructions perfectly.
Loyal Micheletto.
Thrice he pumps his talented fingers in and out of Micheletto, before drawing his weeping cock to the other man’s hole, one hand holding underneath one of Micheletto’s thighs, bringing it up to give him easier access to the man’s centre.
Micheletto swallows and lets his head fall back against the confessional wall as Cesare’s cock-head brushes against his entrance.
The sound of his head hitting the wood reverberates and both men freeze instantly.
Their eyes meet and Micheletto notices the Cardinal’s breathing rate has increased.
His eyes crinkle as he almost gives a smile.
It would seem his lord is aroused by the thought of being caught.
He pushes back against Cesare and the eldest Borgia son shudders, and begins to sheath himself in his servant, until his hips are pressed against the other man’s rear.
Micheletto’s chest heaves as he tries to steady his breathing and vocal chords, the latter of which burst with the desire to cry out at the feeling of fullness, and his master’s cock in him.
Cesare waits only a brief while before allowing himself to fuck Micheletto against the seat.
Micheletto curls and uncurls his fist as his Eminence pounds into him briskly, the urge to moan and cry out Cesare’s name rising in his stomach along with his arousal. He bites at his lip, drawing blood, as Cesare angles his hips just so, and hits a bundle of nerves, sending a sinful spark of pleasure through his sex addled body.
Cesare, who also appears to be having trouble keeping in his noises, reaches down and palms Micheletto’s cock before slipping his hand under the other man’s rucked shirt, to take a hold of it and stroke in time with his frenzied thrusts.
Micheletto’s eyes widen and he huffs out a small breath, eyes sliding shut as he immerses himself in the dual pleasures of being fucked and Cesare’s clever hand working his erection.
The dull sounds of skin hitting skin do not muffle the noise from outside, as the mass draws to a close. The Holy Father begins the bidding prayer and with that Cesare speeds up his thrusts. He leans down to capture Micheletto’s mouth and, as the Pope says to the congregation, growls out an, “Amen.”
Micheletto’s breath catches in his painfully tight throat and he comes into Cesare’s hand, which continues to pump him through it, his release splattering against Micheletto’s breast, and in his slightly bent position, some even reaching his chin and mouth.
Cesare looks once upon this sight and gripping Micheletto’s hip hard enough to bruise, comes inside of his servant.
The Cardinal slides against the other man, drawing close to lick the seed from his assassin’s mouth, whispering a prayer of forgiveness for the act in which he just partook.
Micheletto’s laugh bubbles out of him, and in a sex scratches voice whispers back, “Amen.”