It was over a week before Vieri would hear anything from Federico. He had not shown his face near the young Pazzi in days, which was odd for Federico, who went out of his way to find the older male and make his days as annoying as possible. He felt he needed to remedy this. He was waiting in one of the many empty old rooms that were scattered across the city, abandoned and perfect for hiding from prying eyes. He knew Vieri would come this way on his patrols - he'd been expecting it. Tossing a bag of money to a nearby courtesan, he waited.
"Mmmn, hello boys." The girl crooned, sliding up next to one of Vieri's personal guards, drawing their attention. She swayed her hips provocatively, cooing sweet suggestions in their ears. Federico took the distraction as he needed.
When he spotted the Pazzi, he snuck up behind him, grabbing him by the back of his collar, a hand pressing over his mouth before he pulled him into the empty office room and closed the door behind them. He let go after a moment, grinning at his 'enemy'. "Buon giorno, Messer Pazzi."
Vieri had been about to shoo the courtesan away when he was grabbed, yell muffled by the hand over his mouth. Everything seemed to move in slow motion after that, heart pounding in his chest, and the only thought that popped in his mind - he was going to die. Fear was quickly replaced by rage upon seeing that all too familiar grin, and he shoved the Auditore's hand away.
"What's wrong with you, idiota?" Silencing himself, the Pazzi could hear his men outside, questioning his sudden disappearance. Those men were useless, he'd have to look into hiring /competent/ guards.
Here he thought Federico had heeded his earlier warnings, so much for that. Irate, he adjusted his hat and clothing, avoiding eye contact with the other as much as possible. He'd not give in like the last time - no, the bastard would have to try a hell of a lot harder to make him weak in the knees.
Federico grinned a little. He pulled Vieri close by his hips, pressing them flush together. "I wanted to see you." He said simply, lips brushing his ear as he spoke, his voice husky. "Alone. Somewhere where no one will bother us." He murmured, his lips curving upwards again.
"You know, Vieri, I always liked you." the younger man murmured, serious for a moment, though still playful. "And after I kissed you...I wasn't sure what you wanted. We're alone now. Won't you tell me?" He questioned, cupping the side of his face.
He had purposefully chosen this place, this abandoned room, to confront his rival. Vieri may deny it, but he intended to find out what the younger man really felt. Teasing aside, he was curious.
What was with this man and touching him? Though, that begged the question, why did Vieri enjoy it? The slightest touch had his skin prickling, and that only made him bumble around for words. When the Auditore smiled, he frowned, and turned his face away.
"You wanted to see me, how /sweet/ of you," spoke the Pazzi, sarcasm dripping from every word. Like hell he was going to confess any deep and meaningful feelings - er, not that he had any to start with! He just wanted to be free of this, to get out of this room, and, maybe, leave behind a defeated Federico.
It didn't matter how genuine the younger man was, or how gentle his hand felt against his cheek, he wouldn't cave. He reached to grab his wrist, intending to yank it away and be cruel, and instead he hesitated. Eyes squeezing shut, he opened his mouth to say something, then promptly shut it again.
Vieri shook his head - what was he doing? This was insanity, it was just a momentary slip into madness, nothing would come of it. Collected, the shorter man sighed," Let me go, idiota, I have no time for games. You're wasting your breath, and mine."
His smile vanished briefly and his expression grew a little more serious. He cupped the sides of Vieri's face again, letting him grasp his wrist and staring him down intently. "I told you, Vieri...this isn't a game." He murmured, stroking his face.
A deep sigh left him, and he shook his head slowly, long hair falling messily around his face. His smile was back now, though it was slight, softer than his usual cocky grin. "You were always so dense, Vieri. Did you really think I was just teasing you for the hell of it? If this were merely a game, I would have ended it long ago and moved on." Federico leaned in slightly, his breath warming Vieri's face. He wanted him. He had entertained the idea before, but their kiss had cemented the desire in his mind.
"Tell me now, Vieri. There's no one watching now. Who are you still pretending for?"
Stop talking, that what the Pazzi wanted to yell, more so as his temper rose. It was making his decision to end this ridiculous idea, to desire a relationship with his enemy, harder. His expression was defiant and his eyes never left the face of the Auditore before him.
With both hands grasping at his tunic, Vieri made the impression he was going to, somehow, harm the other man, only to crush their lips together in an artless kiss. It wasn't at all like the kiss Federico had given, but it certainly wasn't a hateful thing. Words would fail him, the Pazzi knew this, and prayed that his actions alone would be enough to shut the younger man up. So much for holding out! The hold on the fabric was released, one hand snaking its way into that mess of brown hair to give a single tug.
"A sane man would have moved on," he muttered, face flushed from his daring.
He was waiting as patiently as he could manage - he was having trouble /being/ patient at this point, with Vieri so close, yet seemingly unattainable. He was hoping he wouldn't have to give up when those fingers curled in his tunic.
Surprised, he let Vieri kiss him, eyes widening for a moment before he returned it, his lips curving into a smile against the kiss. His tongue teased out to rub against the Pazzi's, his hands gently resting on his hips. He almost purred at the tug in his hair when Vieri pulled back, his face flushing slightly. He was so pleased he was grinning now.
"You continue to surprise me, Vieri..." he murmured, closing his eyes. "I think it was worth the wait." He chuckled quietly, turning his head slightly to kiss the arm of the hand in his hair. "Be mine." He hummed against his sleeve, brown eyes trained on the shorter man.
Vieri rolled his eyes heavenward and blushed all the harder, pulling nervously at Federico's hair. He knew that grin, he knew it well. "Don't let it go to your head, Auditore." His voice lacked its usual sting, in fact, you could say it was almost trembling. It /was/ and the shorter man hated it, reprimanded himself for being so easily winded by a kiss, his own daring or otherwise.
Brought from his thoughts at the kiss, he just stared, dumbfounded. Be his, hm? It sounded simple enough, but nothing ever was.
"If I say I will, then what?"
"Mm, I would never." Federico purred - of course the silent praise had swelled his ego, made him grin. He ran his fingers lightly back and forth over his neck, playing with his hair lightly and cupping his face.
At the question, his grin widened further. He pulled Vieri close against him, pressing their lips together lightly. He kissed him very softly, over and over, silent for the time being. When he finally chose to speak, he was almost smirking.
"Is it really so complicated? You would be my lover."
Dio, his head was swimming with each kiss, and if he couldn't breathe before he /really/ couldn't seem to remember how to now. Though he'd never verbally admit it, he was enjoying the attention, as well as the affection.
A smirk he didn't bother to hide crept across his face, daring enough to let his tongue trace the contour of the others bottom lip," You oversimplify such serious matters, Auditore. I'm not daft, just rightfully cautious." He gave pause and moved the hand that was in his hair, letting it trail lower, fingertips gliding over the back of his neck. "I know your reputation."
"I would grace no bed but yours, caro mio." He assured him, kissing the side of his mouth lightly. "Shall I prove it to you?" Federico offered, his hand sliding down Vieri's shoulders, his sides, then coming to rest on his hips. He pulled them together, their hips pressed hard against one another.
"If you want it in depth, then you'll have it. I like you, Vieri De'Pazzi. I've liked you for a long time. I've wanted you for a long time. I /tried/ to flirt, but you don't seem to take me seriously. Will you do so now?"
His breath hitched at the contact, unable to bring his eyes to Federico's, or hide the heat rising to his cheeks. That lump in his throat was back again - the damned thing - and he tried his best to clear it...to no luck.
"It's hard to take someone like /you/ serious," Vieri admitted after a moment of hesitance. "With all the pranks you've pulled on me..."
Truth be told, he was buying time for himself, what with the other man pressed so intimately against his body. He wanted nothing more than to move, to feel some sort of friction or to be rid of it entirely. So, giving the other as close to a confession as he was /ever/ going to get - never verbal, too embarrassing - Vieri gave an ever so subtle roll of his hips, shuddering at the feel.
Voice soft, he murmured one word, "Si."
Grinning wolfishly, he gave a gentle grind of his hips in return, listening quietly to Vieri's soft admission - an affirmation that he returned the feelings, to be sure - and his lips gently brushed over the Pazzi's. The kisses trailed down his throat then, his tongue flicking out against the skin, teeth just barely nipping the sensitive flesh there.
"Then you should know..." he rumbled against his neck, hands sliding back to gently grope at his backside. "I don't like sharing. I'm very possessive..." he cooed, giving another gentle grind against him, letting his rival feel the building heat and hardness between his legs. "...and I don't like losing. Now that you're mine, I wont let you go." Federico hummed, gently suckling at the lobe of his ear as his hands squeezed again on his backside.
His touches were no longer teasing, aimed at arousing rather than embarrassing him. He had /hoped/ his assumptions about Vieri had been correct. He had hoped he would say yes.
Vieri knew his admittance would earn a reward, one he would no doubt enjoy, but this was far more than he'd expected. His lips against his throat, those hands keeping them together, and the way Federico spoke, sent little shocks of pleasure to his own growing arousal. He let his hands wander, one tangled in the Auditore's hair while the other slid down his back.
By the time the taller of the men gave pause in his speech - which had left Vieri in a bit of a breathless mess, mind you - he found himself unable to bite back a moan. He would've been ashamed if it weren't the fact that he stopped caring about three minutes ago, or that his clothing felt /uncomfortably/ tight.
The friction, however, was delicious and, pride be damned, he wanted more of it. He made this obvious by the way he worked his hips alongside the other man's and grasped at his tunic. Although it came as no surprise, Vieri was just as possessive as the younger man, and had no inclination what-so-ever to let go of his prize.
He felt the skin beneath his mouth tremble and he smirked a little. He took off his hat, tossing it onto a nearby chair. He pushed aside some of the cloth near his neck so he could kiss at it further, his tongue running over his jugular vein, feeling his pulse throb there. He kissed the spot and nipped at it, all the while grinding up against him, squeezing his ass and massaging faintly.
There was no need for words any longer - at least, not for now. He just wanted to feel Vieri writhe under him and beg for more. He suckled hard at his skin, leaving tiny marks that would be visible for days to come. Catching the edge of the Pazzi's shirt between his teeth, he tugged lightly, smirking.
"Perhaps we should remove this..."
A groan caught in his throat, bordering on aggravated, as he cast the other a heated scowl," Just get it off, dio mio!" Before proceeding to squirm out of the offending cloth - gloves and cape too - and toss them to land atop his discarded hat. Patience was /not/ a virtue the Pazzi son held dear, in anything he followed through with.
Once free, Vieri let his hands crawl up Federico's chest, fingers slipping under the collar of his shirt to explore the skin hidden beneath. He felt the other swallow and it gave him reason to grin, even more so as he pressed up against his 'lover'. The hardness that throbbed against his own more than gratifying.
Federico chuckled once the skin was bared to him, pulling back slightly and teasingly pulling his own shirts off himself and tossing them aside. He was muscular beneath his garb, though it was only partly hidden by the loose shirts he normally wore. He ran his fingertips over Vieri's chest once they were both half dressed, purring in pleasure.
With very little warning, he pinned Vieri up against the door, his lips finding his neck again and trailing downwards. He nipped at his collarbone, licking along it and squeezing the Pazzi's hips. His grinding was harder now, more urgent, his erection making a tent of his pants. "Vieri..." he breathed, eyes flicking up at him as his lips ghosted over a nipple.
While his own physique was nothing compared to the Auditore's, it was still kept in shape by all the games he took part in, though it did very little to sway his train of thought at that /particular/ time. His mouth had gone dry at the display before him and he had to wet his lips with his tongue, drinking in the sight before him
Then, with his back to the door, Vieri let out a desperate growl, his dark hair disheveled and sticking to the light sheen of sweat across his face. He arched his back and let his head fall to the side, nimble fingers tracing the muscles of his abdomen, feeling them twitch and ripple under his exploration.
Sucking in a harsh breath his gray eyes locked with the others, heat rushing to his face and cock throbbing painfully behind the thin material of his tights. He bit his lip and ground himself harder against the taller man, his fingers hooking under the the hem of his pants, which the Pazzi gave an impatient tug to.
Chuckling at Vieri's impatience, he pushed the hands away lightly, his tongue running over a nipple, teeth gently teasing along the sensitive nub of flesh. His hands slid along Vieri's tights, one hand cupping his erection through the material and slowly massaging there. "You're so hard against me, caro mio...so impatient..." he crooned, biting at his chest lightly before his kisses trailed further downwards.
His mouth was hot and wet, leaving trails of saliva and tiny red hickeys in it's wake. He dipped his tongue in Vieri's navel briefly, pausing there to trace around the indentation. "Shh." He purred, hushing him though Vieri had not spoken, and he kissed down to the trail of hair leading towards his groin.
Smirking, he nuzzled his face against the bulge there, mouthing lightly, his tongue pressing against the sensitive tip through the cloth. "Mm..."
"Sh-Shut up..." breathed the shorter man, the rest of his words melting into a weak mewl as he was fondled.
He wanted to yell and demand the other get on with it, but was impossible to with that skilled tongue working against his flesh. Trembling and his impatience temporarily thwarted, the Pazzi clutched at the man's broad shoulders, eyes screwed shut. For a moment he was sure his legs would buckle, so he held on tighter, nails digging and breaking skin.
It was amazing but incredibly frustrating at the same time, and he could barely hold his hips still at the wet appendage against his erection. Vieri curled forward, a noise parting his lips as he tried his hardest not to tremble. His body was more than a little eager to react for the Auditore, twitching visibly through the cloth and against his tongue.
"I think I'm growing to like you even more, Vieri De'Pazzi." He hummed, pulling the tights off completely now and running his tongue along the underside of his hard cock, teasing the throbbing veins he found there. He cupped his balls, massaging lightly before he took the tip in his mouth.
It was obvious from how easily he swallowed the whole length in one, slow movement that he /must/ have done this before. His mouth was hot and wet, his tongue teasingly running all around in circles, pressing against the slit at the tip each time he drew back, bobbing his head. A hand rested on his hip to support him now and his eyes were trained on Vieri's face, half lidded. His expression was almost lazy, though it was obvious by the pinch of his brow he was concentration on what he thought would make his lover weak in the knees.
Vieri purred in appreciation, glad to be free of those restricting tights and buried inside that arrogant mouth. It was enough to force the others name from his lips and twist his face into that of pleasure, giving a light buck of his hips without meaning to...at first.
Once the Pazzi could manage a coherent thought, he decided he liked the way the Auditore looked from this angle, with his lips wrapped around his cock. It was invitingly erotic and he couldn't help but run a hand through those brown strands, tugging as he moved inside that wet heat. The way Federico's tongue worked against him, had the older man sinking against the door.
Federico hummed, squeezing Vieri's hips, encouraging him to fuck his mouth a little. He bobbed his head a little more slowly, letting his teeth drag along the flesh, teasing gently. His fingers rested on his backside now, squeezing his ass and massaging there lightly once more.
Not wanting it to end too quickly, he pulled back, a string of saliva trailing from the tip of Vieri's cock to his lips, which he licked to break the trail. He grinned slightly. "Mm...I think I should find you a seat before you lose the feeling in your legs." He crooned, picking him up. He carried him to the nearby desk, a cloth thrown over it as a cushion. He laid him back on it, with his legs hanging over the edge before he bent down to nibble at the slick head of his cock once more.
"Tell me, Vieri...have you done this before?" He was teasing...but he needed to know.
Sure that he'd soon fall from the overwhelming sensation then sudden loss, the shorter male was grateful to have something solid holding him up. The clothe was curious, though, and he paused to consider just how well his 'lover' had thought this through. Any other thoughts quickly left him and he arched against the desk, hands shooting down to grasp at the others hair. Damn that man and his wicked mouth!
Heat suffused his cheeks at the question and for a moment Vieri bristled, caught between pride and lust. "I'm no virgin," he insisted, avoiding eye contact. While that was true when it came to women, the Pazzi had never even considered being with another man, not until just recently. Then again, Federico made him realize he wanted quite a few unexpected things. Not that he intended to make his ego swell any larger than it already was.
He wasn't one to admit inexperience, not in front of someone who might, later, bring it back up. His uneasiness did show, shaky hands combing through the Auditore's thick hair. While he never spoke of insecurities, his body expressed it all, and usually without his knowledge - the treatrous thing.
Chuckling at his lover's reply, he nibbled the tip once more, tongue tracing the sensitive head, then along a thick vein. He could feel his pulse - Vieri liked this, that was clear. He was glad. "You know what comes next then, don't you?" He murmured, bending to gently kiss his hip, teeth scraping over the spot lightly. He massaged his hips, nuzzling against his thigh.
He was trying to pace himself, to keep from pushing himself too hard or too fast...but...he wanted more. Shivering, he slid his own pants off his hips and tossed them aside, letting the heavy, hard weight of his erection press against Vieri's. He gave a slow grind against him, his hand wrapping around the stiff lengths and giving a slow stroke. "Mm..."
It wasn't too hard to picture just how it worked, Vieri imagined. He'd overheard a thing or two. Never in detailed and he /certainly/ didn't care enough to ask anyone about it. He was not a sodomi-
His eyes fluttered shut at the pressure of the others hand, the friction of his cock sliding along his own. With a choked moan, the shorter man bucked his hips into that hand, wanting more to ease the ache. Not caring by this point, he worked himself against the other and allowed the soft grunts of pleasure that left his lips. Meanwhile, his arms had snaked around Federico's neck, tugging him closer to bite at his throat. He didn't care for being gentle, teeth just barely worrying the flesh as he moved to his shoulder, licking over the bite marks.
"I know enough," hissed the Pazzi against his skin, another pleased noise catching in his throat.
Federico chuckled lowly, grinding against him and nuzzling into Vieri's throat. He almost growled at the rough bites on his neck, his hips jerking harder forwards, needing the friction - the pressure. Rummaging impatiently in one of the drawers of the desk he had laid Vieri on, he finally seemed to find what he was looking for - a small vial of a clear oil, which he laid on the desk before turning back to his task.
It was obvious he'd prepared for all of this - found a room that he knew Vieri would be close to, laid out a 'comfortable' place for Vieri to rest, and brought the supplies needed for a..smoother entry. He nipped at the Pazzi's ear, grinding hard against the male once more before his hot breath tickled his ear. "Are you ready for the next part then, caro mio?"
Without waiting for an answer, he popped the cork of the vial, dipping his fingers into the oil before pressing one against Vieri's exposed backside, tracing his finger in circles around the tight pucker there.
"You-!" he began accusingly, having suspected the other of scheming, not so thorough but that was beside the point. Vieri started to say more, to hit him over the head - anything - before going rigid under the younger man. Mouth shut tight, lest a whimper slip free, he sank against the desk, chest heaving.
His muscles twitched at the Auditore's touch and left him a little dizzy. Swallowing around the noises in his throat, he looked up at the man, eyes half lidded. An arm around his back sliding up, giving his hair a rough pull.
"Get on with it, bastardo," Vieri growled, his voice strained, even to his own ears. He wanted this and the longer he was teased - denied - the less his trusted his own words.
That irritating, delightful smirk was back now. He gently massaged the tight muscles there, feeling it twitch and tighten against his fingers. It wasn't until he could feel them beginning to relax that he slowly pressed the finger in. He'd been with a few men - and so far, he'd never gotten tired of the way the tight ring of muscle would squeeze at his finger so tightly.
Coupled with the fact that Vieri was a virgin to this sort of play only made it more exciting. "Beautiful..." he purred, leaning down to brush a kiss over his lips, that finger slowly beginning to rock in and out of him, getting him used to the feeling of something moving inside. "Mi bello Vieri." He teased, keeping an eye on his face as he prepared him.
"Tell me if it hurts, caro."
He'd intended to curse the other man's name, instead, he found himself breathing hard through his nose and his body growing taunt. It was odd, having anything stroke inside him so intimately, and he couldn't be sure if he enjoyed it. Uncomfortable at first, he was surprised to feel that give way to pleasure, and it made him tighten and quiver around the finger penetrating him. He wanted this, desired everything his lover could offer, even if he wasn't sure exactly what all that entailed.
Heat spread across his face and his hands clutched blindly at Federico's back, fingers pressing into the muscles there. Shame forgotten, the Pazzi would lift his hips and slide his legs around the man's, needing and lusting to bring the digit caressing him so mercilessly, deeper. A plea caught on his lips, though his face gave away his desire, as did the lewd noises that escaped him. So close to begging but too prideful to let go.
Beautiful. Vieri was more than beautiful. He found himself wanting to say it over and over again, to tell him how long he'd wanted this, ached for this. This wouldn't be an end to their games - but a new chapter in them. He was glad to have finally gotten to this point. He saw that look, the mouthed start of a plea, and he shuddered, his eyes seeming to darken with lust.
Slowly, he slid in a second finger, kissing down the Pazzi's neck at the same time, tongue running over his throat, tasting the slight saltiness to his flesh as sweat made his skin shimmer. He was breathing harder now, trying to restrain the urge to just take him. "Vieri..." his voice was ragged with want now, some of his composure lost.
Dio, why didn't he just hurry - this pleasure was driving him into madness. After the discomfort from the second intrusion melted, he writhed and bucked his hips to with the taller man's movements. Yet it wasn't enough, didn't quite reach whatever itch needed scratching.
Vieri turned his face and buried it against his hair then moaned, back arched off the desk. A hand slid up to grasp the strands at his neck, voice breaking finally," A-Ah...per favore..." He was breathless, pride cast aside, and he craved something only Federico could give him.
That wonderful, sweet plea was almost enough to break his resolve. Almost. He scissored his fingers lightly, stretched him further, even added a third finger as he leaned over him, kissing his neck. He moved a little more quickly than he'd meant to originally, but...gods, he couldn't stop himself after hearing him /beg/ like that.
"Vieri..." he breathed, slowly pulling his fingers away, dipping his fingers in the oil once more and rubbing it over his aching length before pressing the tip against his stretched entrance. He breathed slowly for a few moments, trying to calm himself enough to begin. "Are you ready for me, caro?" He asked, breath ghosting his shoulder.
One hand curled on his hip, the other curled around his arousal to guide it towards the Pazzi's waiting passage. He just barely began to press in, but waited, wanting Vieri to let him know it was alright to continue. "Ti amo..." he breathed in his ear, a quiet laugh escaping him.
Everything was fine and mind numbing, he even let himself whine at the loss of those skilled fingers, believing the best was yet to come. It was a fair assumption, he thought, considering how good it had felt up until this point. As soon as the Auditore's thickness pushed passed that tight ring of muscle, he sucked in a pained noise and clutched a fistful of messy hair.
Oh no, he did /not/ just laugh. Vieri threw him a wide eyed, almost accusing frown - better resembling a pout - before shutting his eyes tightly. His lips and body trembled, but aside from the dirty look, he said nothing and took deep, calming breathes through his nose.
Fingers flexed in the others hair; he could feel himself tighten and spasm around the cock just barely embedded inside him. It hurt, and he felt inclined to push the man into a well when this ended, but focused all he could on relaxing. When he felt confident enough that he'd done just that, Vieri gave an experimental roll of his hips, earning a mixed gasp from his lungs.
Federico let out a low moan and a gasp of pleasure at the tight heat enveloping him. He slowly pressed into him, back arching, fingers curling on his hips once he had buried himself fully into him. So hot...tight - he was inclined to think the men he /had/ slept with weren't virgins, compared to how horribly /tight/ Vieri was. He made a mental note to never let anyone get Vieri the way he had.
At the frown, he chuckled again, slowly grinding forwards, a half-pull out of him and a gentle rock back in. "Vieri.../Dio/, Vieri..." he breathed, one hand curling to stroke his lover's cock as he pulled out again, only to press back in. His thrusts were gentle at first, deep and grinding within him.
"Amore mio...you're perfect..." he breathed harshly in his ear, his voice almost cracking as he tried to hold back, to keep from just /fucking/ him. No - Vieri wasn't some whore off the street, or a man carefully seduced and brought into his bed. Vieri was his lover. He deserved better than that.
Vieri let his head fall back against the desk as he choked out a cry - he felt unbearably full and stretched, and at the same time it made every nerve stand on end. The faintest trace of breath or brush against his skin sent waves of heat coursing through his body. He'd never felt so oversensitive and it made every thrust all the more intense.
Love words tickled the hair framing his face and caused his stomach clench. Did he have to speak? For that matter, why did it affect him in such obvious ways?
He'd gone red in the face -even the tips of his ears were burning - and turned his face away from the Auditore, trying to hide his embarrassment. To further his plight, Vieri could /not/ seem to withhold his sounds of pleasure. Or the way his body would react on its own and lift to ensure that the other was as deeply embedded as he could have him. He'd even let his hands grasp as Federico's hips, nails biting into the skin.
Humming low in his throat, he began to slowly rock his hips in longer strokes, panting a little harder now. He tangled the fingers of one hand in the dark hair of the man beneath him, reminding himself over and over. /Go slowly. Go slowly. Go slowly.../ But with that tight heat around him, all he could really think about was how he wanted to bury himself inside and teach Vieri the true meaning of pleasure.
On second thought...what was stopping him?
Federico's grin turned feral, and he rolled his hips, his thrusts gradually beginning to build in speed and intensity. His eyes were locked on his face, refusing to miss even a second of that glorious expression of pleasure on his face. "Mmh...does it feel good..?" he managed to ask just as his thrusts reached their peak in strength and speed, the tip of his cock pressing deeply against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him.
He caught a brief glimpse of that grin before his eyes were forced shut, white lights dancing behind his lids. If the Pazzi thought that the /slower/ pace had been maddening, being taken like this, hard and rubbing in all the right places - oh God. His hips couldn't move quite fast enough to get enough, and his mouth wouldn't exactly stay shut long enough to keep from confessing just how much he was enjoying it.
Voice broken and laced with shameless cries, Vieri writhed," Nnh, y-yes - d-dio, yes...!"
The hands on his hips clawed their way to clutch as his back, pulling him close enough to crush their lips together, lustful moans catching in the kiss. His toes curled each time the other man slammed in, arousal throbbing and hitting that spot that striped him of shame, left him gasping for breath and crying out his name. It brought him closer and closer to release, made him clasp like a vice around the organ buried deep inside.
He'd wanted to hear it for so long - Vieri's resistance broken under his affections, begging him for more. His hips slapped nosily against the older male, and he was shuddering, panting, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Federico had boasted his stamina before, and /could/ go for hours if he wished. But the urge to just let himself follow Vieri over the edge was so strong - and as he pounded into him harder, fingers gripping his hips hard enough to bruise, he found his composure slackening, his teeth gritted in concentration.
"Voglio vederti venire, amore mio..." he purred, fingers wrapping around the Pazzi's cock and stroking roughly.
Caught up in the moment, Vieri barely held onto himself long enough to hear those silken words that made his arousal twitch in pleasure - that's all it took. He gave a sharp cry of release, spending himself over the Auditore's hand and stomach, every muscle in his body going taunt. Complete euphoria, even as the other continued to pump into him, still claiming him in such a delicious manner.
Vieri didn't care that his endurance wasn't quite on par with the younger man - his body tingled and he felt sated in a way that couldn't be described by words alone, that's all his mind could wrap around.
Removing his arms from that sweat sheened back he wrapped them around Federico's neck, where he buried his face - noises still being forced from his lips.
That gloriously tight squeeze around his cock was enough to send him over the edge. Two more thrusts inside him was all it took before he came, spilling himself deeply inside the Pazzi. Gasping raggedly for breath, he buried his face in Vieri's shoulder, rolling his hips slowly as he rode out his orgasm, the warm, pleasant tingle spreading from his groin and outwards until he felt fuzzy and tired.
Grinning down at him, he kissed his cheek, his jaw, his own skin slick with sweat now as he rested heavily atop him. When he could breath again, he spoke, though it was breathless.
"Ti amo, Vieri De'Pazzi..." he breathed, gently stroking his hips. "I wont let you run from me anymore."
Struggling for his own breath and to keep his eyes open, the De'Pazzi melted against the desk with a quivery hum. Reality was forgotten for a split second as he basked in the afterglow of their little escapade, an almost out of character smile gracing his lips. Until he felt something warm and damp travel down his backside, that is, snapping him away from that blissful retreat.
Thoroughly embarrassed, he gave the taller man a flustered look and, once again, buried his face. All the words the Auditore spoke, now and before, were swimming around in his ears. He'd given himself so /willingly/ to this man, he had broken down and /begged/. Vieri didn't make to move, though, just insisted on keeping his face hidden from view.
"I never did run, idiota," he muttered, grasping at any remaining trace of normality. It was a poor excuse of a joke but it was the best the Pazzi could come up with, while wrestling to piece his barrier back together.
A quiet laugh escaped him at that, and he shook his head, smiling. Oh, how he loved the bite that was trying to return to his voice. He couldn't deny it now. Kissing his throat, the younger Auditore nuzzled close, arms enveloping his shoulders. He sighed quietly, eyes closed as he held him.
"I wish this moment would last forever, so you would never have to leave my arms." Federico said quietly, and he meant it. There was no teasing in his voice now - he was genuine. For a while longer he laid there, not pulling out, then he sighed, letting his softened length slip from him. He still held him there.
"Don't push me away yet. Please."
Vieri held still and stared at the wall past his shoulder, though his eyes weren't fixed on anything in specific as he listened to the younger man. Again, without that normalcy and cockiness to fall back on, he fell silent. To be embraced and spoken to so kindly, by a man he'd not held much regard for since their childhood...it was almost a foreign concept to him.
Awkward yet pleasant.
Face nestled against the crook of his neck, the Pazzi frowned," I'm not in love with you, Auditore. If you're holding out for some sort of miracle, that I might return your affections...you'll have to try harder to win it."
There was no hidden or malicious intent behind his words, just the simple truth. Federico might have fallen in love long ago but Vieri had not, and he didn't intend to throw out sweet lies to make the man feel better.
The laugh he let escape in reply was a warm one. He hadn't expected Vieri to just love him back wholly - that was fine. He had accepted him as his lover...and let him see what he was like when the mask was stripped from him. Despite the fact Vieri said he didn't love him - well...that was alright. His smile grew a little wider, and he pulled back to kiss him gently.
"You have given me more trouble than any woman I've ever known, Vieri." He chuckled, stroking the sides of his face, nuzzling against him. He'd rather have the truth than some sweet lie anyway.
"I hope you're prepared...I'm going to sweep you off your feet, Messer Pazzi." He purred, kissing his cheek.
He was so easily subdued by a kiss from this man, it was irritating and mind boggling - Vieri hadn't been so easy to sway before. Had to be the oversensitivity, it only made sense.
"That's because I'm not a woman, you stronzo," cut in the older man, sporting a halfhearted scowl.
With any luck he would never become one of the Auditore's women, but for curiosities sake, he would let the man try and win him over. It would be amusing if nothing else and for all he knew - should Federico succeed - he might enjoy his company.
Tilting his head, Vieri quirked a brow,"Don't expect me to fall at your feet in awe of this.../sweeping/. I'm not as easy to impress as some whimsical giovane you might come across."
He grinned a little, shifting slightly to sit atop the desk. he pulled Vieri into his lap, back-to-chest, and loosely wrapped his arms around his torso. "Of course... only the best for a son of the Pazzi." He chuckled, nuzzling into his throat lightly once more. "I'll make sure my gifts are well thought out. I'm already thinking of what I can do to woo you." He hummed, wrapping his arms lightly around his waist and squeezing lightly.
He had a very interesting idea that was coming to mind at the moment, involving a very expensive trinket he'd seen in a window the other day...
His grin appeared again as a plan began forming in his head, and he began to chuckle quietly. "Ah, yes. That's perfect..."
Vieri settled back comfortably with his head pressed against his shoulder - hey, if he was going to be here at all, why not be cozy and warm, right? Right. It wasn't as though he liked the stubble scratching his skin each time he got close enough. He shivered and let his eyes close, arms resting awkwardly across the younger man's.
Gifts? As if he couldn't afford whatever the man thought to buy, but he didn't comment. If he wanted to waste his money, let him - the Pazzi didn't care.
"Don't do anything stupid," he muttered after a moment, peeking an eye open to study his face," Nothing in public or I'll murder you, Auditore."
"Mm, I think a murder by your hand would be a sweet death, amore mio." Federico cooed. He held him there, fairly quiet for a while and just holding him until he let out a quiet sigh. "You'll have to leave soon, lest your father send an armed guard out to look for you. Do you need help coming up with an excuse for your absence?" He teased, gently kissing his throat, running his fingers through his hair.
He shifted, using the edge of the cloth to teasingly wipe away some of the fluid that had dripped down Vieri's thighs. "Shall I help you get dressed?" he questioned softly, nuzzling his cheek.
For all the world he could not figure this man out, so he stared for a good long minute instead. Maybe if he focused hard enough all the answers would be displayed before him - no such luck. "It's not sweet, idiota, it's painful," he corrected, missing the point entirely.
At the mentioning of his father, however, Vieri gave a humourless laugh. Yes, as if his father would worry himself so very sick if he dropped off the face of the Earth at that very moment! Certainly didn't spare a second glance at anything he did - not that he was bitter over it, of course.
He shrugged it off and stifled a shudder against the cloth," I'm not an invalid, I dress myself every morning. All by myself." With a roll of his eyes, Vieri slipped off his lap and ignored the discomfort coming from his abused backside. "And I'm more than certain I can make up some excuse on my own should I be asked."
At the laugh, Federico looked genuinely concerned. He stood when Vieri did, moving up behind him and wrapping his arms around his middle. He gently kissed the nape of his neck. "Vieri." he murmured, nuzzling against him. He didn't know what words of comfort he could offer the older male. His own father was doting and loved him...
So...he thought of the next best thing. "You don't have to go." He didn't want him to, not after that. The romantic in him wanted to offer to take him away from the foolish arguments between their families and live elsewhere, but...that was stupid.
"Oh stop that," he hissed, miffed at the his concern - he didn't want pity. Forcibly removing his hands Vieri set about gathering his clothes, a scowl on his face. He was an adult, so he'd deal with his personal issues as such. "I'll go and stay where I please, so stop with the romantic drivel. Reality is nothing like books, the lines don't work."
He cast the Auditore an unimpressed look before slipping back into his tights. If he had any say in the matter, he'd make the man's foolish task of wooing him as hard as possible.
Federico smiled faintly. Well, Vieri was back to normal. That was good at least. He twirled Vieri's hat lazily between his fingers. "I'm glad I found you first." He said lightly, smiling a little wider. "They don't know what they're missing, and I'm happy to keep it that way." Vieri was /his/ gem - under his bratty exterior, he could be...well, adorable. He'd caught a glimpse of it when they'd first kissed, and fully bared all the secrets the Pazzi held when they'd made love. He felt more for Vieri now than he had before.
"Am I not allowed to show concern for my lover?"
"Why does it matter enough to concern you, hm?" asked the shorter man offhand, pulling his hair free from the high collar of his shirt. He didn't really expect an answer, or maybe he didn't want to hear it because he already knew what the man would answer with. Love - yes, well, nice that.
That isn't to say the words had no effect, his face was burning, Vieri just kept focused on dressing. The sooner he could get away the better, and the faster the tightness in his chest would fade. Federico meant well and his words would make a weaker individual melt - no, no, he stopped that train of thought before it went any further.
He fiddled with the belt and lifted his chin, putting up his usual bravado," I wish you luck, Auditore, you're going to need it."
He fell silent, seeing that he was making Vieri uncomfortable. He gently placed the hat atop Vieri's head, gently pulling him close by his waist. "It's only a matter of time." Federico said quietly. He let his hands gently caress those hips for a moment, and he drew in a deep breath, sighing it out quietly before that smile reappeared.
He captured Vieri's lips in one last kiss, the tip of his tongue just barely brushing against the seam of the plush buds before he pulled back. The touch of his fingers lingered briefly on his hips before he finally let him go.
"You know us Auditore's have remarkable luck."
So mush for that false front, he thought as wilted under the kiss, grateful that his hands only touched cloth into of skin (not that it put up much a barrier). His lips pursed together, Vieri turned his head away," You're not lucky, you're just damned stubborn and relentless in getting what you want. Anyone would cave just to have it end, since you don't take no as an answer."
He hmph'd and turned his back on the younger man, intent on getting out of the building before Federico thought of something /else/ to stall him with.
Laughing to himself, he pulled on his pants and shirt before moving up behind Vieri, giving his backside a light squeeze. "Rest well, amore mio." He purred, nuzzling him a bit before nudging him from the room and closing the door behind him with a grin.
He'd capture Vieri's heart, of course. It would take time, but he would do it. But how first to go about it...