[It's impossible to stop the shudder than runs through him at those words, deep and visible, camera unforgiving and picking up each and every ripple as it works it's way down. Fingers squeeze at his own base, stroking up hard, thumb circling the sticky head before repeating the motion.
If Noctis was going to die of embarrassment then surely Ezio was going to die from the heat flaring within his body.] Noctis. [It's deep and feral and his hand squeezes again as he breathes that one name to life.] I want to bend you over my desk and fuck you until you can't walk.
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If Noctis was going to die of embarrassment then surely Ezio was going to die from the heat flaring within his body.] Noctis. [It's deep and feral and his hand squeezes again as he breathes that one name to life.] I want to bend you over my desk and fuck you until you can't walk.