[There's moan of relief when he hears that he's allowed to touch himself, his hand slipping underneath the sheets to grasp himself firmly and alleviate some of the stress with a few strokes. If it were Ezio's hand, he'd probably come embarrassingly fast, but his own is too familiar.
He moans into the pillow and opens his eyes, giving Ezio a burning look-] Ah... I'm greedy though... I need m-more... [More of Ezio's voice, goading him on, praising or punishing, he doesn't care. His skin feels like it's on fire, threatening to burn him from inside out.]
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He moans into the pillow and opens his eyes, giving Ezio a burning look-] Ah... I'm greedy though... I need m-more... [More of Ezio's voice, goading him on, praising or punishing, he doesn't care. His skin feels like it's on fire, threatening to burn him from inside out.]