Carnevale
Ezio/Leonardo
His mask was sliding off his face and Ezio clenched his jaw tightly to try and keep the damned thing on. Leonardo was gasping as he pulled himself up off Ezio's cock and then he slammed back down.
"Mio dio, Ezio," He breathed. Ezio's leather gloves bite into Leonardo's hips as he drove his own upward. Leonardo pressed open mouthed kisses to the assassin's neck as they met in frantic rhythm.
Ezio doesn't even realize he's breathing Leonardo's name with each frantic thrust until a firework lights up the sky across the rooftop they occupy.
Leonardo peels off the golden mask on Ezio's face and tosses it across the roof garden before attacking his lips, dueling tongues argue, eating Ezio's moan of release into the artist's tight arse. Leonardo cries out when he comes shortly after.
They are breathing heavily together and Ezio gently withdraws and shivers at Leonardo's groan of loss.
"Go," Leonardo breathes, pressing light kisses to his jawline. Another firework erupts, casting strange shadows across the lovers. "The party will start without you. You do not want to be late," He trails the kisses to the assassin's mouth and they linger, before Leonardo pulls away and presses the golden mask in its proper place.
Ezio grabs Leonardo's hand and presses it to where his mouth would be under the mask. "Ti amo," And he leaves with another burst of fireworks, and Leonardo believes it just may be his heart bursting with passion in the sky.