"E-Ezio? Oh come in!" Leo looked up from a work in progress painting. It was of a misty grove, clustered in red roses, Ezio's favorite flowers. Possibly, it was for him.
"Mio fratello, I needed to see you." Ezio was obviously upset. Leo and Ezio had known each other for almost ten years now. He was 27.
Less than an hour ago, Ezio had assassinated his friend, Vittoria. She was Karliah's sister. Guilt filled the assassin to the head, and he began to scorn. Tears filed his eyes, and he began to cry.
"Oh dear god, vieni qui." Leo put his arms out. Ezio whimpered and ran for the artist. Leo grunted as Ezio leaped into him. Leo removed his hood and kissed the top of his head gently. Ezio bawled for a minute before grasping at the leather of Leo's tight pants. Ezio took in a deep, shaky sigh and tugged on Leo's silk vest. They'de always had a spark, and Ezio always desired to make it a raging fire. Tonight may be his night.
"Ezio?" Leo noticed something tickling his crotch. He looked down, and Ezio was removing his leather pants. With a tiny, worhtless yelp, Leo tugged on Ezio's hair. He was only surprised, accepting the offer with a tiny kiss on the neck. Ezio returned the kiss, but on the Artist's dry, bare lips.
A few jolts and tugs later, Leo was off of his seat moaning and whimpering. Ezio only chukled, kissing Leo on the neck, and pulling on Leo's throbbing pink member. Precum leaked out into the crease of Ezio's hand.
"Ezio, fretta e mi fanno saltare in aria già!" Leo cried out, gripping Ezio's head and pulling it downward. Ezio was ready as he rested his lips around the head of Leo's hot member. Leo leaned his head back, moaning. Ezio sucked on him, and then released, making an unfamiliar popping. Leo had never felt anything of the such.
"Ezio, sono così vicino!" Leo whined, gripping at Ezio's dark hair. Ezio pulled back, using his hands again. Leo squirmed and wiggled his hips around. His toes twisted and curled. He was close. Ezio stroked a few hard times until he was sure Leo was ready, and then he made one measly little, helpless whimper and rubbed his cock against Leo's.
"Oh mio dio cazzo, Ezio!" Leo's voice shuddered. He arched his back and his toes curled under. Leo's final moan shattered into a million breathtaking pieces of ivory. Little sprinkles of semen dribbled out like a fountain. Leo squirted a longer time than usual, and the length was higher as well. Even a few globs of white hit Ezio's hot chest.
However long it took, the seed dripped out in little pumps. Leo finally stopped, and laid back into the sheets. Ezio was satisfied and leaned overtop of him, kissing his bare chest. Leonardo's crystal eyes were cloaked in lust, and Ezio could see it clear as day. "Buona notte, il mio artista."
Morning came and the guilt was gone. Ezio awoke in Leo's bed, the sunlight shimmering over him. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his sore eyes. He could hear humming coming from the enterance hall. It was Leo.
"Buongiorno, Ezio." Leo smiled, turning around from his full canvas. "Leo, how are you feeling?" Ezio pulled on his hood. "I am most happy. Here, a present." Leo handed Ezio the painting of the rose grove. Ezio nodded and kissed the artist one last time before leaving.