"Oh? You like that, do you?"
His question is barely heard over puppy-whines, pants, and thumps. The man underneath him squirms and slobbers and kicks ad shivers. His fur and ears stand up on ends. He's finding the pleasure unbearable and he doesn't know how much more he can take. His tail thumps against the wooden floor painfully and the nails of his paws claw at the lamb's shoulders. One even goes low to pull at the stump of his tail, causing the painter to bah loudly.
"Mio Dio, Leonardo!" He howls in his ears, "Do not stop!"
Ezio rolls off his stomach and on to his back. He arches forward; sticks his chest way out and lolls his tongue out playfully.
"Rub my stomach, amico?" He asks without shame, "Per favor?"
Leonardo sighs and flicks his small ears in response. He gives a final few pats, scratches, and ruffles atop the wolf's head before rubbing his palms against his abdomen. His hooves move up under his robes and gently scrape against the gentle, bare, flesh.
"Ah! Oh!" Ezio barks, "Higher! Harder! Harde- Oh, oh, yessss…"
The lamb laughs loudly and uses his free hand to pinch his friend's cheek, much to the other's embarrassment.
"Are you really a wolf?" He coos, "Or are you actually a puppy?
