[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.]
[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.]
[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.
[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.]
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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...
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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?
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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.]
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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.
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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.
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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.]