[Noctis visibly shudders the moment their skin touches, and he doesn't even bother to hide how much he loves the contact. How much he soaks up the warmth of Ezio's skin, of how much his body gets riled up in pleasure every time the fingers cross over his hips, his waist, his back.
Ezio speaking to him in Italian is probably the most wonderful thing ever, but it's the 'bello' that always gets to him. It always draws out a shy, yet happy smile from him.]
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Ezio speaking to him in Italian is probably the most wonderful thing ever, but it's the 'bello' that always gets to him. It always draws out a shy, yet happy smile from him.]
Kiss me...