[And Noctis wants them always on him. His own hands don't do justice to what Ezio's can. The request makes him groan and squirm beneath the sheets- just prolonging the sweet, sweet pleasure.
Exhaling, he closes his eyes, fingers of one hand curling into the sheets beneath him, the other digging firmly into the bite mark, remembering how that bite felt.]
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Exhaling, he closes his eyes, fingers of one hand curling into the sheets beneath him, the other digging firmly into the bite mark, remembering how that bite felt.]
Ezio please... this is torture--