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[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.

[The sting of the hit shouldn't feel so good; a polar opposite to the warm, soft breath against his face, falling from those tempting lips. And it makes Noctis gasp loudly, pressing even closer against Ezio instead of pulling away.

Ezio gets a somewhat shy nod, eyes darting around because, but a twitch of the lips holding a small smile- he didn't expect to like that as much as he did, which probably makes him a bit weird.]

I-I'm fine-

[Again. Six, he wants to feel that hand land another sharp hit- he just doesn't have enough breath to voice it.]

[Felicity liked it. And Ezio liked doing it.

He shouldn't. He absolutely should not. But there was something about watching as the pain lit up their eyes and transformed to pleasure within their bodies that made his own pleasure rise. The stinging of his palm as he landed each hit reminding him that he was the reason, the one currently in control.

Another slap, a little harder this time, followed by a soft rub, as if trying to sooth away the pain.]

You're taking it so well.

[Ezio is probably the only other person, aside from Ignis, that Noctis won't mind handing control over to. He trusts him, implicitly, which is why he doesn't have a problem with this -punishment-. Which is why he is enjoying it instead of it being a turn-off.

The new, harder hit was met with a half-cry, Noctis cutting himself off by biting down on his own lower lip, the sound turning into a groan. The praise is ringing in his ears, as if Ezio yelled it instead of saying it quietly, just for him to hear.]

For you... I can endure more. Anything...

[The sting of the hit is effectively rubbed away and the anticipation of the next one makes Noct's fingers curl into Ezio's robes.]

[Anything.

There's an offer contained within that one singular word that some dark, feral part of him wants to take, wants to prey upon. Wants to push the limit of it until it breaks and shatters, just to see how far it could possibly go.

The part of him that has his free hand tangling in soft, black strands and tugging so harshly there will be an ache left behind in the coming days. The part of him that uses that hold to angle Noctis' head to the side, baring his pale, perfect neck. The part of him that has his teeth sinking into the tender flesh with enough force to draw blood.

But then comes soft, soothing laps of his tongue, laving against the wound in silent apology, despite the pride that wells up from knowing how badly it will bruise.]

Ezio-

[That bite sure did draw out more than just blood- Noct's yelp and cry of the man's name into the darkness. And he's still not pulling back. But clinging onto Ezio's shoulders as if they are his lifeline; as if he will sink into some kind of abyss from where he won't be able to come back. He already can barely feel his legs when the tongue runs across the bruise, knees almost giving out on him.]

Ezio...

[He probably sounds desperate. But, yet again, it feels too good to care about it.]

[Nothing has ever sounded better or more sweet than his name falling from Noctis' lips, like a symphony playing within his ears that's meant only for him. It makes his ego and his cock swell impossibly more, makes heat explode outwards from the pit of his stomach.

He's there, hands moving to thighs in a split second reaction, giving no warning before he's lifting, urging them to part and wrap around his waist.]

Say my name like that again.

[A clear, distinct command instead of a request, accompanied by another slap, this one harder than before, without the rub to ease away the ache.]

[Noct's underwear has been uncomfortable for a long time now, it's just that his focus was more on what the man was doing to him than seeking some- any kind of release.

There isn't even a second of hesitation when hands prompt his legs up. They are off the ground and wrapped tightly around Ezio's waist, both of his hands holding onto the shoulders.]

Ezio... Ezio... Ezio-

[The slap made it come out in a higher pitch, but it didn't deter Noctis. He could say his name for a week if he asked him to do it.]

[It's possible that his favorite sound in the entire world is Noctis speaking his name, whether it's moaned in pleasure or said sleepily in the early morning light when he's reaching out for him.

Another slap, this time softer, followed by another, harder now. And another, somewhere between the two, leaving the skin beneath it red and slightly swollen, aching is the most delicious ways.]

Did you learn your lesson?

[Noctis can't remember what the lesson was- but he's learned it. And he wants to re-learn it, all over again, this way.

He nods, eyes a bit glassy and dazed and trying to focus on Ezio's face as he speaks. It's ringing in his head, his skin stinging from the hits it got, and his body is throbbing painfully for some kind of relief.

His legs tighten their grip around Ezio's waist, hips searching for any kind of friction.]

I did... I did- I promise, I did-!

[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.]

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