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DesEzio2
Whatever Desmond had expected when he and Ezio had fallen into bed like this, it was not a bright little flash of light that made his reflexively shut an eye. Bright, more than he had expected. Damnit. With a growl, he rolled his hips hard, almost punishing. Though it didn’t seem to do more than make Ezio groan, body tightening down on Desmond. Which just drew another hard thrust, and he clenched his fingers down hard on Ezio’s knees.
Sure, this was fucked up. He was fucking the man who was his own great-great-some more levels of great grandfather. Didn’t care. Given that he saw dead people running around and could see past skin to the hearts of people, fucking family that had previously been dead was nothing. Especially as it was incredibly hot sex.
But, damnit, next time this happened, he was going to make sure that Ezio didn’t have that stupid phone anymore. Just because he was doing it did not mean he needed there to be photographic evidence.
Of course, the fact that Ezio was coordinated enough to take that picture meant that Desmond was obviously not keeping him distracted enough. Pressing up on Ezio’s knees, forcing his hips to roll up some, Desmond began to move harder and faster.
Time to distract Ezio in a way they would both enjoy.
Leo’s Experiment 1
A fingertip brushed along his lower lip, and Ezio sucked in a sharp breath, lips parting. Leonardo had said this was an experiment, a test to see how Ezio reacted to things when he couldn’t see.
Apparently the reaction was he was turned on even more by the simplest of touches. A brush of fingers up his spine, the warmth of a hand resting on his shoulder. Both sent goose bumps prickling along his skin, and he couldn’t help but shiver a bit. Then the touch along his lips, and he couldn’t help but open his mouth. There was heat radiating against his back, and that told him where Leonardo was, but his attention was on the finger that brushed back and forth lightly along his lip. Another shiver, and Ezio licked the teasing digit, tasting salt and the lightest hint of chalk. Not the best taste, but very much Leonardo.
“Good boy,” purred Leonardo into his ear, breath warm and Ezio almost whimpered.
This little test was going to be the end of him. But, oh, what a way to go.
*sniff
"I. Smell. A ladies perfume."
“Oh?”
Leonardo would have rolled his eyes. He was not blind, and he did have plenty of people to chat with over the course of the day. Many of those people also knew who Ezio was. And what he was doing. Not to mention Leonardo had known Maria, and she had gone on about her son’s intense focus when it came to certain things of his life. So he was not surprised that the younger man came to his workshop smelling of a woman’s perfume. Though he was more curious if Ezio would deny it or not.
Fingers working at the man’s overly complicated belt, Leonardo brushed a kiss against his jaw, then his throat. “Mmm, yes. You have been spending time with the courtesans again.” No accusation, and he nipped lightly at the spot where the scent was the strongest. There was a shiver through the body he was undressing, and then Ezio shifted, almost as if he was uncomfortable.
“You aren’t mad?”
Leonardo leaned back and looked at Ezio. He forgot how young he was at times. Then he smiled, and kissed him. “I doubt you’d change your ways because you were with me, Ezio. Come, let’s get you out of these robes so that you can...relax.”
There was a small grin, and Ezio laughed softly, hands moving to help Leonardo with undoing all the buckles and belts that held the material on.
Even if Leonardo was a bit jealous of the many ladies that Ezio seemed to draw in, he could not truly be unhappy with the man. It was simply Ezio’s way. It was how he was before Leonardo ever met him, and he was sure it would continue. No point in being upset over something he could not control, and simply enjoy what he had.
And Ezio was worth enjoying. A curl of a smile, and Leonardo made a note to make sure that Ezio would remember this visit for a while. What better way to combat those pretty ladies and their alluring perfume than a physical reminder every time that Ezio moved?
MalAlt
It was that smug look that made Altair want to smack the man. Once he had gotten up the energy to even start thinking of moving. “....I said stop.”
“I didn’t hear it.” Even as the man spoke, Altair knew Malik was laughing inside. Altair also knew he probably made an interesting sight, sprawled out and panting, all from Malik and the way he had been touching. Even with one hand, the other man had been able to reduce Altair into a pile of limp limbs and trembling muscles. It really wasn’t fair, and he was going to have to get the man back for that. Later, after he managed to catch his breath.
Then there would be vengeance. As long as Malik didn’t do that thing with his fingers again.
Wounded, aroused
It was the smell of blood. Whenever Malik smelled it, he flashed to two very different feelings.
One was pain. The smell of blood and agony and burning flesh as they took off his arm and burned the stump closed to try to prevent him from dying to blood-loss and the sicking blood-poisoning that could occur with an injury like this.
For the longest time, that had been the strongest association with blood. Then Altair had started coming to him specifically to have his injuries bandaged. If the idiot was anywhere in town and injured, he would hunt down Malik’s location and wait. More than once, Malik knew, he had done it simply so he would be close enough to pounce as soon as he stopped being dizzy.
Not that Malik minded that. He had been an active Assassin himself once, and knew the fact that bloodlust turned to lusts of other kinds after the kill was completed. Nor had he be hesitant to indulge when Altair appeared, bruised and bleeding. Other than making sure the man was not going to bleed to death on him, sometimes, Malik did not even bandage the man before sliding his hands roughly over skin and feeling the hot slick feel of blood. That sensation always made him groan low in his throat, a groan that was usually echoed by Altair. Though who knew if that was in reaction to pain or pleasure.
Malik did not ask. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to know.
Instead, he focused on the slick of wet blood, the stickiness of blood starting to go old and tacky, and the heat of bruises that liberally decorated Altair’s skin in a patchwork of dark splotches.
The smell of blood reminded him of old pain and loss. It probably always would. But now it also reminded him of pleasures that were all too rare at times, and a reminder that he was alive and able to indulge in little things. Like making Altair whimper in a variety of ways.
Just because he forgave the man didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little payback from time to time.
DesEzio2
Whatever Desmond had expected when he and Ezio had fallen into bed like this, it was not a bright little flash of light that made his reflexively shut an eye. Bright, more than he had expected. Damnit. With a growl, he rolled his hips hard, almost punishing. Though it didn’t seem to do more than make Ezio groan, body tightening down on Desmond. Which just drew another hard thrust, and he clenched his fingers down hard on Ezio’s knees.
Sure, this was fucked up. He was fucking the man who was his own great-great-some more levels of great grandfather. Didn’t care. Given that he saw dead people running around and could see past skin to the hearts of people, fucking family that had previously been dead was nothing. Especially as it was incredibly hot sex.
But, damnit, next time this happened, he was going to make sure that Ezio didn’t have that stupid phone anymore. Just because he was doing it did not mean he needed there to be photographic evidence.
Of course, the fact that Ezio was coordinated enough to take that picture meant that Desmond was obviously not keeping him distracted enough. Pressing up on Ezio’s knees, forcing his hips to roll up some, Desmond began to move harder and faster.
Time to distract Ezio in a way they would both enjoy.
Leo’s Experiment 1
A fingertip brushed along his lower lip, and Ezio sucked in a sharp breath, lips parting. Leonardo had said this was an experiment, a test to see how Ezio reacted to things when he couldn’t see.
Apparently the reaction was he was turned on even more by the simplest of touches. A brush of fingers up his spine, the warmth of a hand resting on his shoulder. Both sent goose bumps prickling along his skin, and he couldn’t help but shiver a bit. Then the touch along his lips, and he couldn’t help but open his mouth. There was heat radiating against his back, and that told him where Leonardo was, but his attention was on the finger that brushed back and forth lightly along his lip. Another shiver, and Ezio licked the teasing digit, tasting salt and the lightest hint of chalk. Not the best taste, but very much Leonardo.
“Good boy,” purred Leonardo into his ear, breath warm and Ezio almost whimpered.
This little test was going to be the end of him. But, oh, what a way to go.
*sniff
"I. Smell. A ladies perfume."
“Oh?”
Leonardo would have rolled his eyes. He was not blind, and he did have plenty of people to chat with over the course of the day. Many of those people also knew who Ezio was. And what he was doing. Not to mention Leonardo had known Maria, and she had gone on about her son’s intense focus when it came to certain things of his life. So he was not surprised that the younger man came to his workshop smelling of a woman’s perfume. Though he was more curious if Ezio would deny it or not.
Fingers working at the man’s overly complicated belt, Leonardo brushed a kiss against his jaw, then his throat. “Mmm, yes. You have been spending time with the courtesans again.” No accusation, and he nipped lightly at the spot where the scent was the strongest. There was a shiver through the body he was undressing, and then Ezio shifted, almost as if he was uncomfortable.
“You aren’t mad?”
Leonardo leaned back and looked at Ezio. He forgot how young he was at times. Then he smiled, and kissed him. “I doubt you’d change your ways because you were with me, Ezio. Come, let’s get you out of these robes so that you can...relax.”
There was a small grin, and Ezio laughed softly, hands moving to help Leonardo with undoing all the buckles and belts that held the material on.
Even if Leonardo was a bit jealous of the many ladies that Ezio seemed to draw in, he could not truly be unhappy with the man. It was simply Ezio’s way. It was how he was before Leonardo ever met him, and he was sure it would continue. No point in being upset over something he could not control, and simply enjoy what he had.
And Ezio was worth enjoying. A curl of a smile, and Leonardo made a note to make sure that Ezio would remember this visit for a while. What better way to combat those pretty ladies and their alluring perfume than a physical reminder every time that Ezio moved?
MalAlt
It was that smug look that made Altair want to smack the man. Once he had gotten up the energy to even start thinking of moving. “....I said stop.”
“I didn’t hear it.” Even as the man spoke, Altair knew Malik was laughing inside. Altair also knew he probably made an interesting sight, sprawled out and panting, all from Malik and the way he had been touching. Even with one hand, the other man had been able to reduce Altair into a pile of limp limbs and trembling muscles. It really wasn’t fair, and he was going to have to get the man back for that. Later, after he managed to catch his breath.
Then there would be vengeance. As long as Malik didn’t do that thing with his fingers again.
Wounded, aroused
It was the smell of blood. Whenever Malik smelled it, he flashed to two very different feelings.
One was pain. The smell of blood and agony and burning flesh as they took off his arm and burned the stump closed to try to prevent him from dying to blood-loss and the sicking blood-poisoning that could occur with an injury like this.
For the longest time, that had been the strongest association with blood. Then Altair had started coming to him specifically to have his injuries bandaged. If the idiot was anywhere in town and injured, he would hunt down Malik’s location and wait. More than once, Malik knew, he had done it simply so he would be close enough to pounce as soon as he stopped being dizzy.
Not that Malik minded that. He had been an active Assassin himself once, and knew the fact that bloodlust turned to lusts of other kinds after the kill was completed. Nor had he be hesitant to indulge when Altair appeared, bruised and bleeding. Other than making sure the man was not going to bleed to death on him, sometimes, Malik did not even bandage the man before sliding his hands roughly over skin and feeling the hot slick feel of blood. That sensation always made him groan low in his throat, a groan that was usually echoed by Altair. Though who knew if that was in reaction to pain or pleasure.
Malik did not ask. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to know.
Instead, he focused on the slick of wet blood, the stickiness of blood starting to go old and tacky, and the heat of bruises that liberally decorated Altair’s skin in a patchwork of dark splotches.
The smell of blood reminded him of old pain and loss. It probably always would. But now it also reminded him of pleasures that were all too rare at times, and a reminder that he was alive and able to indulge in little things. Like making Altair whimper in a variety of ways.
Just because he forgave the man didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little payback from time to time.
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