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[This may be a diversion tactic so you'll be paying more attention to your phone that the person currently tailing you via rooftop as you walk home.

No, it definitelu is.]

Enjoy yourself this afternoon?

[Diversion tactic or no, it's working. Noctis tightens the coat around himself because it's still cold night and glares at some drunk person that had visited NP during the evening, as he types the answer.]

At work? Never do.

I can smile politely at screaming, giggling idiots for only so long.

still awake?

[If the glare doesn't work the sleep dart that 'accidentally' finds it's way into the idiot's shoulder the moment Noctis walks away definitely will.]

I have a lot on my mind.

Mostly you and Felicity.

[The idiot starts "serenading" and Noct rolls his eyes then warps the distance of two houses down the street.

The next message makes him pause though. Literally. He stops walking.]

Really?

Sounds so romantic when you say it like that :)

[It's gonna take him a minute. Some people have to parkour the old fashioned way Mr. Warp Pants.

But as soon as he has Noct back in his line of sight he'll send a message back.]

Perhaos you would rather hear how I can not stop thinking about shoving you against a wall and hearing you speak my name instead.

[Don't worry, you can catch up with him easily because these texts really slowed him down-]

Not perhaps.
Definitively.
It will be less talking and more doing
Tomorrow when I come over~

Edited (whoops html) 2019-04-13 03:03 (UTC)

What if I do not wish to wait until tomorrow to have you?

[Now Noctis stops and looks around. He sees no one except for a few couples that take a turn in the next street.

This is a different type of chill that goes down his back-]

I'd saaaay that's impossible becauseee I just left work
and you're home in your bed?

[You're far too smart for him Noctis.

There's the soft sound of boots against shingles as he hunkers down, knees bending, weight resting on the balls of his feet as though he were preparing to do a leap of faith.]

Try again.

No

[He wanted to type 'no way' but his finger slipped because he spun around so fast and hit 'send' without finishing the sentence.

His instinct tells him to -run- but his legs feel cemented. And curiosity prevails.]

[Well, at least he was getting slightly warmer.]

Look up.

[He doesn't even open the message- he just sees it on the screen. And his eyes instantly fly up on the building and slowly, he takes a step back.

Other people would think this man is about to get himself killed. Noct knows he's about to do a ridiculous jump that will land him, Noctis, in whole-lotta trouble it seems.]

Fuck me-

[On the upside- he gets to see Ezio, the Master Assassin, do leap of faith. At least if he dies, it will be a good death.]

[What an appropriate thing to say, considering that is exactly what he planned to do.

The lack of haystacks around the city had created a bit of a problem when it came to doing leaps of faith. Thankfully almost every store front had a handy dandy awning, which, while bouncy, made for a reasonable landing spot.

Which is exactly what Noctis is about to witness. Ezio jumping off the building head first, body twisting before he land so he hits with his back, bounces once and lands precisely on his feet in front.]

Hello to you too.

[Ezio took a leap- but Noctis felt it in his gut as he watched that fall. Then that landing on the awning, the swift move to land right in front of him. If it weren't for his ancestral magic, that device would be on the ground and in pieces. Instead, it disappears in a snap of blue sparkles because Noct's grip on it got lax.]

Hi-Hey- What- [Noctis shakes his head-] Why are you here at this hour?!

[His brain is still not computing the whole situation properly. But the look Ezio's giving him is sending an incredible shiver down his back.]

[Every time he took that leap there was a moment of near heart-stopping panic before the thrill of freefall took over and it felt as though he were flying. Of course, bouncing with all of that force and landing on his feet was more than a little jarring, but at least it looked cool.

He barely even notices the flash of blue sparkles, his attention solely locked upon Noctis' face, honey brown eyes held practically held captive by the sight.]

Because I fucked Felicity to sleep. [Do you see that smirk? He's so proud of himself.] And now it is your turn.

[Yes, he can see that smirk. And that advance towards him. And his legs hit the wall as he made a single step back. The jump enthralled him so much he forgot about his surroundings. And now he's cornered.

Oh. Oh. It's about- so. His brain is trying to comprehend all the information he's getting, but it's refusing to fall into place because Ezio is in his space and-

- his turn.

He can't even look around to see if there are any people. He can only breathe out-] H...here...? [-eyes still wide from surprise but not breaking the gaze.]

[He shouldn't like this half as much as he does, this game of cat and mouse, advancing like an eagle after it's prey. But the fact remains that he does, that he enjoys the fact that all Noctis can do is look at him and barely breathe out that word because he's already got his mind so scrambled.

Eyes flicker downwards once, then follow the same path much more slowly, taking in every inch of the black outfit that Noctis' is currently wearing. He really does make this entirely too easy.]

Up there. [The roof. Namely, the little rooftop garden that someone had so lovingly tended all winter.]

[Noctis shouldn't like it either, especially because he's the one being hunted in this game of prey and predator. Ezio's eyes openly check out what he's wearing and that's not red color in his face because it's a chilly night.

His eyes dart to the rooftop of someone's house. Isn't that breaking and entering? But Ezio doesn't look like there's an ounce of patience left in him so rooftop is definitively the best option.]

Yeah...? Come catch me- [Noctis leans up to him briefly, letting their lips barely even brush, then he warps at the wall. But then continues to climb the rest of the way without any other assistance, wanting just a few seconds of advantage for this chase.]

[You say that like he gives a single fuck that it's technically someone's house. And he gives even less of one that they might somehow mind what they're about to do. Because you're entirely right, his patience is gone and right now it's the rooftop or the street and there's been some drunk guy watching them this entire time.

Those lips are fickle and teasing, leaving him licking his lips to take in as much of the taste left behind as he can, before Noctis is gone, warping from one place to another in a move that most would consider cheating.

Yet Ezio finds it amusing, mostly because it takes absolutely nothing for him to scale that same wall, running up it to grab onto the ledge and haul himself up. To surpass the lead Noctis had taken and be waiting for him at the top.]

Impressive.

[The drunkard can only be jealous of them. And use imagination for things to come.

Noctis is only a tad out of breath when he reaches the top and it's mostly due to excitement rushing through him. Of course Ezio would beat him to the top, he's way faster at scaling walls by hand than Noctis.

There isn't much where to run to on the roof but that was kind of the point- they just needed a place to hide from the street view.]

I've been practicing...

[That was exactly the point, although unfortunately, there were no longer any walls for him to back Noctis into.]

What else have you been practicing? [With each word he takes a step forward, that predatory gleam so apparent within normally honey brown eyes, darkened now with desire and edge of something else.

Possessiveness? Couldn't be.]

[Now that is a look Noctis didn't get from Ezio yet. It goes straight down his back, it makes his stomach make a somersault at least ten times, and he knows he has nowhere to go, not even wall to support him.

It's inviting him, to come closer and play with fire that Ezio currently is, taunted by the video that was sent to him earlier today. His eyes are, as always, like glued on Ezio's lips as he speaks, but they fly up to catch his gaze when he answers-]

...Mischief? [It's a cocky answer, he knows. But it's not that far from the truth.]

[If Ezio was fire then Noctis was the air feeding the flames, each breath sending them soaring higher until it felt as though they could reach the sky.

This attraction that he felt for Noctis was bone deep and jarring, unlike anything that he had ever felt before. There were so many things that made it different, but they paled in comparison to the desire that awoke within him.

None of them were enough to make him stop wanting Noctis.

In a single step, a single heartbeat he's invading the other's personal space, one hand going to the slender curve of hip created by the dress and coat, while the other cup a pale cheek, thumb ghosting along the heated flush still present.]

Do I need to punish you?

[The shivers have nothing to do with the night anymore, no more excuses and hiding, not when Ezio's hands are on him now. Knowing that this is him causing all of this, causing Noctis to step even closer, to lean into the touch with his eyes half-closed.

The gentle touch is a stark contrast to the words he speaks and Noctis bites the inside of his cheek to not say something ridiculous. Slowly, his fingers crawl up Ezio's chest, until they are gripping on the edges of the hood he's wearing, bringing his face even closer to him.]

If you think I deserve it...

[Teasing brush of lips, the mischief he likes to do and get a bruising kiss in return from him. It's never enough.]

[One moment those fingers are trailing up his chest and he can feel his heart beating so clearly within it and the next they're gripping the edges of his hood and tugging and he's completely certain it stops entirely. There's no other choice but to follow him down and he goes willingly with lips that are already swollen and red from each kiss that came before.

The breath that he releases is slow and wavering, countered by the way his hand slips down to the curve of ass, resting there for the briefest of moment's before pulling back and smacking opened palmed, light and teasing.]

Tell me if it becomes too much.

text; un; auditore; the night of that video

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