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[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.]

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