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[Honestly, neither can Ezio. Whatever his original excuse had been was gone from his mind now, lost forever in favor of the way Noctis was currently looking at him. The way those eyes turned to glass, the way those hips pressed against him and he could feel everything so perfectly.]

How should I reward you for being so good?

[It's spoken as he takes a step forward, the roof's surface thankfully flat and even, forming a path towards the little garden and the spot patches of grass it boasted. As if there was any other way this was going to end then with them fucking each other senseless in the dirt.]

[He doesn't know how to answer that. Fuck, he doesn't know what proper words and sentences are right now. Ezio's moving, probably looking for some kind of spot for them and Noctis tries to find the words to answer.]

Fuck... I want you to fuck me so hard that it makes me forget my own name...

[And to return a favor from earlier, Noct's teeth find their way into Ezio's neck, biting hard enough to properly bruise.

He's serious.

He doesn't want it to be nice, Ezio chased him down like a prey- and caught him.]

Have your way with me. I'm yours.

[Love wasn't always nice. Some times it was gritty and dark. Some times it left you gasping, needy and desperate. Some times it was two lost souls coming together for a single moment, trying to find a way to heal, a way to move on.

Some times it was had in the dirt, with a million pinpricks of light twinkling overhead and the moon keeping watch in the pitch blackness that came before dawn. On patches of soft grass surrounded by flowers just beginning to come into bloom.

The ground is dry, the early morning dew having yet to really set in and attempt to soak through their clothing. Noctis goes down first with a surprising sort of gentleness given the moment that had just occurred and Ezio follows along after. It's so easy to slip his hands up under the thick fall of coat and the loose skirts, to tug at underwear and pull them down over pale legs, tossing them in some random direction that will likely make them impossile to find later.

Even his assassin's robes were seemingly made for this, the pure white parting in the middle, pants coming undone with practiced movements to show he was bare underneath, already hard and proud and ready.]

[Noctis doesn't have the time to take in the surroundings. His attention has been completely occupied by the man towering over him and just his presence like this is making air catch in his throat. There's only a short gasp when Ezio removes his underwear, tugged off of him and tossed away.

It's when the man stops to unbuckle himself that Noct's hands finally move- not to Ezio, but his coat. It's almost suffocating him and-

-and there are still patches of skin left for biting. The dress is sleeveless and leaves his neck and collarbone open. And he shuffles his shoulders a bit to let the thick material slip off.]

How do you want me...?

[Noct's voice is quiet, but thick with lust, eyes glued on Ezio, as if this is the first time he sees him. It's never going to be enough. Never.]

[There are literally a dozen ways he could think of to take Noctis at that moment.

Both of them on their knees with the other before him, face pressed into the thick grass and panting his name. Him on his back with Noctis above him, riding him as if his life depended on it. Against the chimney stack nearby, bricks digging into skin and leaving both of them torn and bruised.

But that coat opens and there's so much revealed to him. Places where his lips hadn't yet touched, still pristine and without those lovely purple and red welts that marked Noctis as his own.

Lips brush over a bare shoulder, teeth tugging at the material of the dress before moving across it to nip at the protrusion of collar bone.]

On your back.

[This dress he doesn't care about- Ezio can rip it to shred for all he cares. His skin is so sensitive though, from being wrapped in warm clothes and now suddenly exposed to cold, only to be teased by mischevious lips. It's enough to drive a man crazy, that's for sure.

He moans softly, eyes drifting to watch Ezio move across his skin- his words paint a beautiful image in his mind and he has to hold himself back from thrusting his hips up and seek what was promised to him.

Instead, he shifts his legs apart, using one to wrap it around Ezio's lower waist, to pull him closer, making his dress fall back up completely.]

Please...

[He should.

He should just rip the dress from Noctis' body and toss it away for some unfortunate soul to later discover.

But he doesn't, because he would be lying if he said he didn't want to fuck Noctis while he was wearing it.

Giving into that tug is so easy, done without a second thought as he lowers himself into position, weight resting on bent forearms on either side of Noctis' head. Hips roll forward, slow and smooth, sighing in pleasure at the friction the movement creates.]

Please what?

[Noct's moan is loud, a sudden, beautiful bliss washing over him when their hips meet and his head tilts back, fingers digging into the dirt by his head.

He wants it- he wants what, Ezio asks and he should answer. He really wants to. And he scrambles his brain, trying to come up with something even remotely coherent.]

You... please, I want you, need you--

[His body craves for release that only Ezio can give him and can't, won't take anything else. And this time, he can't hold his hips down anymore and instead they push up, searching for that beautiful friction from just seconds ago.]

[Their need for each other is palpable, so intense is fills the surrounding night air, like thick waves floating off their bodies and clouding their senses.

Hips push up and he meets them, grinding down hard as flames erupt over his entire body.

It's too much. It's not enough.

Lips seek out the unmarked side of Noct's throat, trailing a series of light, barely there kisses along the expanse before sucking the skin into his mouth, raising a beautiful welt that will bruise come morning.]

[If the sting of those bites didn't distract him, Noctis would've embarrassed himself and come the instant Ezio ground their hips together. He's been prolonging it for so long Noctis felt it was going to drive him crazy when it finally happened.

But he didn't manage to hold back a loud moan and he didn't care if people in a three-mile radius could hear him. Both of his legs lock tightly around Ezio now and he doesn't plan on letting the grip up.]

H-harder- Ezio--

[Noctis has been saying the man's name like a mantra by now, and with the way the man is keeping things going, Noctis won't be stopping any time soon.]

[Those leg's wrap around him, locking about his waist and pull him down and he answers in return with a hard, slow thrust, grinding his hips against Noct's before shifting. Weight carefully balanced one forearm, he reaches down with the other, caressing a creamy thigh before hitching it higher, changing the position of their bodies just enough to make each movement that much more intense.

As much as he wants to draw this out, to keep their bodies pressed so beautifully together, he's already keenly aware of the way the muscles are coiling so tight within his lower belly, heat pooling deeper and deeper.

It won't last. Another hard thrust, followed by another, face buried deep within Noctis' neck, each soft groan and word of praise being muffled by abused skin.]

[It's too much and not enough at the same time and Noctis can only gasp and moan Ezio's name. It is insane what just a little shift in angle can do to your body and it's so visible when Noctis shudders head to toe when Ezio lifts his leg higher.

His own climax is not too far behind either- he definitively didn't expect the spanking to turn him on as much as it did. Ezio's voice is like sweet, sweet music to his ears and the hand that was holding tightly onto his shoulder slips between them to grab their erections together for more firmer friction.

A breathless plea falls from his lips and into Ezio's hair at one of the more firmer thrusts, the only warning of his impending orgasm.]

[Harder. Faster. More. Anything to provide that last little push that will send them both tumbling over that invisible edge, body so poised and tightly wound for the descent it felt as though he may come apart at the seams.

Then it comes in the form of that hand wrapping around him, around them, providing blessed friction with each shift, with each roll of his hips. And he gives himself over to that desire, to go harder, faster, until something inside of him snaps and he's falling.

Nails scrap over flesh as it hits, as he rides it out, a constant stream of praise coming from his lips. Of how good it feels, of how beautiful Noctis is when he's like this. How he should moan his name louder so everyone will know what happened between them.]

[It takes only a couple of strokes and Ezio's sinfully deep voice to, not just tip him, but shove him over the edge and into endless bliss. There was nothing he could use to block his moans, his legs tightening around Ezio until every wave of pleasure has left him and died down, leaving him to feel completely boneless.

The leg that wasn't held up by Ezio's hand falls down onto the ground, Noctis having no strength to keep it up anymore. Eyes closed, he shivers when the cold air sweeps across of them- they are both heated up but look who cares. His neck is throbbing in the best way from the bite he received earlier.

He wants to look at him, but his vision is still a bit blurry and face in the crook of his neck.]

E..zio...

[Everything goes pure, shockingly white, vision blurring as his entire body goes lax, barely catching his weight before all of it came to rest squarely on top of Noctis.

Rolling onto his side, arm wrapping around the slender waist to drag Noct along with him, arm coming out to cradle both of their heads as they rest upon the soft grass. His own neck stung, the evidence of the bite he had received in return already showing red and purple upon tanned skin, in a place that would be difficult to hide once he returned to wearing his more modern clothes.]

Are you satisfied with your lesson?

[Ezio can 'manhandle' him however he wants now- Noct is feeling completely boneless. He's still out of breath when Ezio pulls him to himself and grins at the question. He peers up at him through his messy bangs that are now sticking to his forehead, looking a bit impish?]

What lesson, Mentore? I can't seem to remember. [His grin only widens after that.]

I might need... extra classes, [he adds, tangling his legs with Ezio's, hand tightly wrapped around the waist.]

[A soft chuckle leaves him as he reaches up to brush those wayward strands out of those beautiful eyes, before leaning in to press his lips against Noct's, gentle now that the heat of the moment had passed them.]

That you will invite me next time. [Even if that video has resulted in all kinds of really amazing sex.]

Perhaps you do. We can not have you falling behind.

Oooh, an invitation...? [Noctis hums, a bit sleepily. Sorry Ezio, he's giving his best to fight it so he can chat with you. Not even the cold ground bothers him.]

Perhaps... if Mrs. Smoak thinks you qualify for such an invitation.

[It's a tease, of course. ~~Or is it?~~]

I'll keep on practicing then.

[What is this thing you have about falling asleep on him in the most inappropriate places Noct? But they are currently on top of a roof, and it isn't as if anyone can see them. The sun might be a bit annoying when it decides to make it's appearance though.]

I think I may convince her.

[The buckles of his robe come undone easily with fingers that are so practiced at removing them. Removing it is a little bit tricker, but once it's flung over them it actually makes for a pretty suitable blanket.]

Game Inbox - Duplicity

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