Confessions

In which Leonardo speaks of trust

(if you do not enjoy reading more graphic sex scenes, stop now.) 

"We can argue about who's more idiotic later, Leonardo. Just kiss me."

The hands on his robes pull him closer again and now that the disbelief has vanished, Leonardo's lips grow gentler. His hands sneak up to caress Ezio's neck and Ezio hums against Leonardo's lips. The world seems to come to a halt. Everything feels right and calm and yes, this is what it's supposed to be like, Ezio thinks. This is what he wants.

Leonardo is who he wants.

Ezio has questions in the back of his mind. Why him, why now, why hasn't Leonardo told him? Things about what happens now. But Leonardo's lips distract his thoughts. The kisses deepen and Ezio feels almost breathless. All he can still think about is Leonardo and how he tastes, how he feels, how he moves an inch closer to press up against him. How he breathes. How his heart beats faster and faster.

"I want to sleep with you tonight," he manages to breathe out against Leonardo's lips. As soon as he's said the words, Ezio thinks he shouldn't be so eager, but Leonardo nods as eagerly.

It almost feels solemn, the way Leonardo starts to undress Ezio and puts every piece of weaponry on the table carefully. As his fingers untie the hood and slip it off, Ezio starts to tug at Leonardo's doublet until he shrugs it off. It falls on the floor unceremoniously, where it is soon joined by the rest of their clothing. Boots are kicked to the side and when they're naked, Leonardo stares at him, biting his lip like he does when he's concentrating. His gaze is intense, yet it is not scrutinising. Already, Ezio feels the beginnings of physical arousal and rather than feeling embarrassed, he smiles. He is not ashamed of how Leonardo makes him feel.

As soon as his gaze reaches his eyes again, Ezio pulls Leonardo flush against him, kisses him again and again. He lets his fingers trail down his spine and up his sides again, mapping out bits of skin. Leonardo flinches and chuckles as Ezio finds out where he is ticklish. When his thumb brushes Leonardo's neck, he tilts his head back and moans a little. Ezio replaces his thumb with his lips and bites softly, careful not to leave marks. Leonardo's fingers, where they had been resting on Ezio's waist, now rise up to curl in Ezio's hair. Ezio dips his head lower, kisses his way down his lover's collarbones, flicks his tongue over a nipple. He relishes every sigh and every little gasp that leaves Leonardo's lips.

His lover. Leonardo is becoming his lover. The idea alone makes the arousal more insistent.

Ezio shifts, his hips pushing against Leonardo's in search of touch, and then Leonardo's hand untangles itself from his hair, traces a playful pattern on his hip and back to his abdomen, where it finds Ezio's arousal. The feeling of his hand caressing him makes Ezio abandon Leonardo's chest in favour of kissing him deeply once more. He cradles Leonardo's face in his hands and hopes to show him how grateful he is for this moment because everything Leonardo does is the embodiment of his affection, Ezio thinks. It feels like that.

Leonardo's hands are gentle with just enough urgency to make Ezio moan his name in quiet desperation.

Ezio wants to return the favour, but he thinks his caresses will fall into nothingness compared with Leonardo's gentle brilliance. Ezio has never touched another man this way, and he fears he won't be able to give Leonardo the pleasure he wants to see. Ezio, who has always been confident in his sexual prowess, feels suddenly self-conscious as he has never felt before. This is new.

This is Leonardo.

And because it is Leonardo, he reads Ezio like a book.

"What's wrong?" His fingers on Ezio's arousal have slowed a little, less intent on making him reach an orgasm and more on simply touching and connecting. Ezio lets his head fall against Leonardo's shoulder, sighing.

"Nothing. I don't want you to think I'm bad at this." Leonardo laughs a little, but he nods and buries his free hand in Ezio's hair again. He pulls him up a little, kisses him and whispers against his lips.

"I'll show you what I like."

He takes Ezio's hand and brings it between their bodies. With his hand still guiding Ezio's, he shows him how hard to touch, how fast to move. He circles the head of his erection with Ezio's fingers and his hips twitch a bit. Ezio wonders when Leonardo got so hard without even a single touch, but he loves the feeling of him in his hand. Leonardo lets go and resumes his own strokes on Ezio's erection, sure and confident. It takes all of Ezio's concentration to keep moving as Leonardo's skilled fingers twitch with every moan and gasp. All Ezio hears is heavy breathing and whispers of his name, gasps of Leonardo's.

When Ezio thinks he's about to reach his limits, Leonardo stops and circles his fingers around his erection, too tightly to be pleasurable. He keeps them there as he sinks down on his knees, pressing kisses to Ezio's thighs. His breath feels so hot against his skin and just seeing him crouched in front of him makes Ezio want to moan in pleasure. Leonardo teases him with minuscule touches and kisses on places he couldn't have cared less about until he's sure Ezio won't come crumbling this soon.

Fingers cup his testicles, swollen lips press a sloppy hot kiss to the head of his erection and suck. Ezio thinks he'll go crazy. Leonardo's mouth feels so hot, so delicious. He thinks of kissing that mouth, of getting drunk on the taste of him. He thinks of how sinful it is to see Leonardo bob his head between his legs – so agonisingly slowly – but how right it feels to share this with him.

After Ezio comes crashing into his orgasm, crumbling underneath Leonardo's fingers and lips and tongue, he thinks of how soft Leonardo's hair feels between his fingers. He thinks of how beautiful Leonardo is. Of how a man so brilliant, so different from him, could want him as badly as he wants him.

He thinks of how nicely he moans his name when they slide down on the floor of the attic room and Ezio - tired but unrelenting - crawls between Leonardo's legs and takes his hot-and-heavy erection between his lips, the motions unpracticed and careful but Leonardo's fingers tug desperately at his hair anyway and Ezio wraps an arm around his hips to keep them from thrusting up. He hears a thud and a groan - Leonardo's head meeting the floor a bit too harshly - before he brings Leonardo to his own dizzying orgasm.

Ezio falls down next to his lover, unceremoniously on the wooden floor of his attic room in a Venetian brothel. But he loves the way Leonardo whispers his name as he pulls him close and plants a kiss on his hair. Leonardo slumps against Ezio's shoulder, mumbling satisfaction in the crook of his neck.

He asks Leonardo one question: "Why now, with me?" Why the exception, the risk?

"Because I trust you."

Ezio thinks his heart is completely at Leonardo's mercy now, but that's okay because Leonardo's is a safe and limitless mercy. Leonardo is also his. He is as sure of that as he is sure the sun will rise.