[It's the visuals that Ezio is planting in his mind that's going to be the end of him. Bent over Ezio's desk and fucked mercilessly until he collapses from it all? The best vision he had recently. It makes him curse with a shuddering breath, the grip on himself tightening, the pace picking up as well.]
Please-- [he's not sure what he's asking for but he's so close, eyes unable to meet Ezio's now, squeezed tightly shut in pleasure.]
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Please-- [he's not sure what he's asking for but he's so close, eyes unable to meet Ezio's now, squeezed tightly shut in pleasure.]