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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Assassin's_Creed
  Relationship:
      Leonardo_da_Vinci/Ezio_Auditore_da_Firenze, Leonardo/Ezio
  Character:
      Leonardo_da_Vinci, Ezio_Auditore
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, 17_year_old_ezio, Cumshot, Rutting, Frotting
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-29 Words: 2633
****** Happy Chair Is Happy ******
by LumaBoop
Summary
     By the end of this story, you'll wish you were that chair. Written
     for saynomore's fanart.
Notes
     This was written in 2010 for saynomore's drawing:
See the end of the work for more notes
------------------------------------- 
“Leonardo? I’m sorry to barge in but my mother—”
Ezio peeked his head within the silent workshop, no sign of life being heard or
seen.  He'd gone to fetch the paintings that his mother had forgotten to pick
up that afternoon. Knowing that Leonardo kept busy in his workshop well past
sunset, his mother suggested stopping by to pick them up before he went to
visit his precious Cristina. Though the task seemed mundane, Ezio arrived at
the workshop anyway, simply wishing to get the paintings now instead of later.

Especiallysince his errand involved being around Leonardo… alone.
Great, and I can’t go back to the house empty handed…
As of late, the Auditore's youthful libido would come alive whenever a simple
mention of Leonardo would come up in conversation. Similar to how he felt
whenever he saw Cristina naked.  Needless to say, his visitations to Cristina
had increased since seeing Leonardo, but the beautiful young woman’s body could
no longer serve his needs for it only caused his mind to wonder back to the
blond artisan. 
“I’m coming in!” Ezio called out, closing the door with a vibrating force,
hoping that it might draw Leonardo to him.  However, there was still no
movement within the dimly lit workshop, the only noise being the crackle of the
fireplace.
"The fire looks recently made, so he has got to be around here somewhere,"
mused Ezio as he walked over to the fireplace area, only to jump in surprise at
the sound of soft breathing. Breathing too shallow to be that of someone awake,
yet too soft for snoring. Turning his head towards the subtle noise, Ezio
sighed in relief upon spotting Leonardo slumped in a chair near a wooden
contraption that he’d probably been working on. The warmth of the flames had
lulled the artisan into a peaceful, yet unplanned, slumber, an abandoned hammer
resting underneath his limp left hand. Ezio noticed the man's lack of clothing;
Leonardo only wearing a loose, cotton white shirt and brown, slightly baggy,
breeches. His feet were bare and his usual red beret absent from his head. His
hair, a shade darker underneath the dancing flames, fell loose and messy in
front of his eyes, his head tilted to the side to gently rest on his right
shoulder. With every breath, locks of his hair danced away and back.
Lui è bello Ezio walked halfway up to the artisan, calling his name in an
impatient manner--impatience brought forth from that weird, arching feeling in
the pits of his stomach.  That exposed neck, those long blond eyelashes, and
his loose shirt exposing his collar bone… it was enough to dry his throat.
Ezio swallowed promptly. “L-Leonardo,” he called a bit louder, his voice
shaking more as the distance between them thinned.
But all that came in response was a dreamy sigh, a slight shift in movement in
the chair, and a gentle smile pulling at the ends of his lips that Ezio
couldn’t help but stare at.
That feeling, that pinch in his stomach was growing with every minute he spent
in the sleeping man’s presence. With every second, Ezio’s seventeen-year-old
mind was pushing him to make increasingly poor choices in this situation… one
of them enticing the young Auditore to see how much outside interference
Leonardo could take before finally waking up.  The idea caused him much more
mental gratification than the notion of seeing Cristina tonight.
Mother’s errand can wait for… a while longer.
Moving with a grace, caution, and stealth that his Assassino father would be
proud of, Ezio managed to position himself directly over the snoozing artisan,
his hands grasping the chair’s back for balance. Hovering his lips over
Leonardo’s exposed ear, Ezio blew softly, wondering if that would wake him up.
To his surprise, and the fancy of his arousal, Leonardo merely shivered and
groaned, his eyes flexing for a brief moment underneath his eyelids.
The pinch to his groin increased, but Ezio was starting to like it.
Now, interested in seeing all of Leonardo’s profile, the young man took another
chance, reaching out and brushing his fingertips ever so softly across the
man’s cheek, pushing the messy blonde locks behind the ear.  Leonardo let out
yet another pleasant sound, lips slightly smacking and eyes flexing again. He
subconsciously swallowed, watching with childlike fascination as Leonardo’s
Adam’s apple jingled accordingly. Mouth now slightly agape with wonderment,
Ezio continued his little experiment, brushing fingertips over anything that
might bring about a reaction from the sleeping artisan.
What he got in return were sounds ranging from moans, to whimpers, to soft
breathless giggles.  As his touches moved lower about Leonardo’s neck and
Adam’s apple, his sense of the situation dulled. So far gone was Ezio to taking
in each inch of Leonardo’s sleeping face that he's straddled the man. He bit
his new scared lip to keep from moaning, his hips jerking unevenly into the
inviting heat of the artisan's lap.
So good…
Face now hovering over blond locks, Ezio’s grip on the chair tightened as his
hips gained a new vigor. Something about this sensation, this situation, gave
him more pleasure than anything he had done with Cristina. His hips, slow at
first, started to snap into Leonardo’s body, feeling his own concealed penis
rub and snuggle Leonardo's. His nose lowered into the man’s hair; the distinct
smell of oils, paints, and mixing water caused his length to twitch happily
within his breeches.
“Leonardo…” Ezio strained through his labored pants.  He tried to still his
body, but Ezio's newly stirred lust wouldn't allow for it, even as the man
underneath him started to show signs of awakening, Leonardo's arousal coaxed to
life by Ezio's desperate grinding. But it only excited the Auditore to feel the
man's cock pulse against his own, giving him something harder to grind against.
 Was it the danger of being caught like this or was he just too far gone to
care? Regardless of his excuse, he was forced back to his senses upon feeling
two palms strongly grasping his ass, the two intruding hands giving it a tender
squeeze.  His whole body stilled, his head snapping  down to meet the gaze of a
very sleepy looking Leonardo.
A very sleepy, yet delighted Leonardo.
“Ezio… how nice of you to visit me.”
“I-i…”
The artisan chuckled so innocently that it sent a quiver down Ezio’s spine.
 The extra squeeze to his ass didn’t help, contrasting with the soft laughter.
“Seems someone is growing into his genitalia a bit too quickly for his mind to
catch up.”
“I-I’m sorry!” Another strong squeeze, which forcefully pushed Ezio into
Leonardo’s lap again, only this time, the artisan groaned as well.  It was only
now that he fully noticed his partner's erection, having been too wrapped up in
his own to truly realize it. Now, Ezio was far too embarrassed to move out of
Leonardo’s iron grip.
Or perhaps too aroused...
Whichever the reason, Leonardo could read it all too well, his talented finger
kneading and molding the young man’s ass like he would clay. The mischief in
those raindrop blue eyes only intensified upon hearing Ezio gasp and pant
uncontrollably, completely enthralled by his sexual appetite.
“Such a nice testate, Ezio…”
“D-don’t squeeze it like that…”
“Why not? It’s so firm and tight, Ezio… makes me wonder how it feels bare in my
hands.”
Such speech from the visually harmless Leonardo caused yet another hitch in
Ezio’s throat, his body reacting positively to the rough kneading.  The man’s
merciless groping sent his young supple body into a squirming fit within the
artisan’s lap, his pants and whimpers elevating into moans and slurs of
Italian. Upon spotting a lone bead of sweat drizzle secretly down Ezio's neck,
Leonardo granted the boy a little breathing room, if only for a moment, his
hands leaving Ezio’s firm rear to release him of his green vest. Leonardo
licked his lips as he beheld the Auditore's lithe chest past the loose-fitting
collared shirt. The slightly soaked cotton clung to his skin, marking outline
of heaving muscles that Leonardo took no shame in admiring.
“Magnifico, Ezio…” he murmured breathlessly, eyes trained on a nipple that
poked against the damp shirt. Wrapping his mouth around it, his hands assumed
their positions back on Ezio’s abused ass, suckling the nipple harshly over the
moist white shirt. The saucy moan that broke through the young man’s throat
only urged the artisan to suck harder, tucking the nipple between his teeth.
Ezio's hands abandoned the chair in favor for Leonardo’s shoulders as he cried
out in a way most vulgar and sexy. “Leonardo! A-aaah… così buonooooo!”
“Want me to make it feel even better?”
Nodding his head in the way that only an adolescent boy who doesn’t know any
better could, Leonardo revealed an unsettling smirk.
“Then I shall.” Promptly, the artisan’s fingers released Ezio’s ass, dragging
up his sides and along his back. Reaching the nap of his neck, Leonardo tugged
at the young man’s hair ribbon as the other hand pulled the white shirt off
Ezio’s shoulders. Lifting his head, the artisan suckled and lapped at his
collarbone and neck, savoring the sweet taste of his olive skin.
His skin went aflame against these new touches. Never had anyone been so rough,
so forward, with his body before. Leonardo's tongue, large and blunt, lapped
along his body's natural lines while his work hardened hands forced his upper
body to still, his lower body still squirming helplessly. Ezio’s moans echoed
throughout the workshop, reverberating in his ears and his crotch. His hips
started to move on their own again, his sweaty hands sliding down Leonardo’s
shoulders, effectively removing the painter’s shirt from the man’s chest, the
cloth pooling at Leonardo’s elbows. Tugging harder on Ezio's hair, Leonardo
took full advantage of the extra skin, biting and suckling hard enough to leave
shallow marks in his wake. Ezio kept his head in the new craned position,
hissing in delight as Leonardo's teeth nibbled at the underside of his neck.
Ezio's awareness was so hazed by the artisan's delectable tongue that he failed
to notice Leonardo's fingertips gliding down the middle of his back. Leonardo
smirked against the boy's olive skin as his fingers tickled past the hem on his
pants, fondling between his abused cheeks.
“Cazzo!” Ezio instinctively moving away from Leonardo’s touch in the midst of
his gentle grinding, but the man's handle on his ass wouldn't allow him to move
too far away. "Don't move away..." Leonardo's warm breath washed over Ezio's
ears, causing the grinding to proceed. “Use more of your abdominals along with
your hips to truly get that friction.” Leonardo instructed as he proded at
boy’s pucker harshly to coax Ezio to move along with him.  The Auditore did not
resist this time and started to pick up pace. He craved that friction, ached
with lustful curiosity as to what it would feel like inside him. Ezio wanted to
feel dominated by this, usually placid, man, desired more in this learning
session in male sexuality.
So hard was Ezio grinding that the chair started to quake underneath them,
reminding Leonardo of what he had fallen asleep in. “Leonardo, I can no longer
take it! This isn’t enough. Whatever you’ve done to me to make me feel this
way...” he panted, his hands moving back against Leonardo’s shoulders, pushing
the man against the chair in a near forceful way. Turned on by Ezio’s abandon,
the artisan nodded almost lazily. The animalistic spark in his eyes reflected
need-- a need to feel the carnal tightness of Ezio’s ass around him.
As one hand moved to tug Ezio’s, already loosened, breeches, the other of the
sneaky hands trailed Ezio's lip scar before slipping two fingers into his
mouth. Ezio, his mind flustered with excitement for release, sucked
unconsciously on the digits. His vigor caused Leonardo to groan, his tongue
twirling and slurping around his knuckles. The boy was so busy expressing his
utter lust upon Leonardo’s fingers that he failed to notice that Leonardo had
released both of their cocks from their breeches. Released from their confines,
they tapped together at the head. The cry that released from the boy was that
only virgins produced and it nearly caused Leonardo to release. Instead, he
kept his focus, knowing that the boy was going to love this.
“W-what… are you doing now?” he murmured with a clear mouth.
“I’m about to show you another side of pleasure, dear Ezio… so just relax… and
enjoy,” said the artisan as his moist fingers wiggled inside the boy, free hand
taking hold of both their cocks, already developing a rhythm.
“D-dio mio!!” Back arching deliciously, Ezio was trapped between the best of
both pleasures. With his cock squeezed tightly against that of another and his
ass, which he thought unusable before tonight, being thoroughly stimulated, he
could only sit there and quiver uncontrollably.
“Leonardo… I can’t take much more…!”
“Then thrust, Ezio…”
The thought of thrusting into Leonardo’s stroking hand caused his cheeks to
glow pink. Ezio's hands grasped Leonardo's shoulders, his hips starting to move
once again. Grinding backwards rewarded Ezio the pleasurable of feeling
Leonardo's fingers drive deeper into him. Grinding forward caused his cock to
slide against an equally aroused length so hot to the touch that it drove his
supple body to shutter. Leonardo only added to the sensation as he thrust back
with each backwards grind. The rhythm gave Ezio’s goose bumps and his hips
could not help but quicken in pace.
“A-aaah Ezio… you look gorgeous right now…” Leonardo whispered in mid thrust,
leaning forward to take hold of a, now naked, nipple.  His teeth playfully
nibbled and pulled, Ezio calling out the artisan’s name helplessly. Words
lodged in his throat, Ezio gasped breathlessly, nails digging into Leonardo’s
neck junction with a new vigor. The blonde sensed the boy’s end through his
uneven thrust, the chair buckling under their desperate movements. “Leonardo!
Oh Leonardo, stroke me harder!”
The artisan was already doing as such, coming close to his own end. his labored
breathing over Ezio's nipple was a testament to just how close.  His ears
burned with the sounds of the younger boy in his lap withering underneath his
talented fingers as well as the creaking of the chair underneath them. Such
livid desire, such blind passion!
“Ezio… let me see you fly…”
Fly the Auditore did, all over Leonardo’s hand as his ass clenched strongly
over Leonardo’s fingers. His brain equated his fingers to his genitalia,
causing Leonardo to follow behind Ezio, flying over the boy’s exposed chest.
 Ezio’s olive chest contrasted the release beautifully like splatter art, and
Leonardo could not help but stare and even touch, wiping himself off with the
same hand that Ezio’s flew upon. He tasted the mixture without second thought,
groaning happily. His body shaking violently, Ezio collapsed over Leonardo’s
body, chest heaving with exhaustion. Never had he felt such a deep sense of
pleasurable satisfaction… he might even…
“What a lovely way to wake up from a nap," Leonardo smiled, as if the man's
'domestic' switch had been turned back on. “So Ezio, I’m sure there was
something you wanted.  What was— oh.”
The artisan chuckled: half from amusement and the other from tickling. Ezio’s
softened breath whisked across his ear--breathing too soft to be snoring yet to
slow to be awake. The young man's burning lust was sated completely for the
first time in weeks and, consequentially, Ezio was burned out. 
“You’ll tell me in the morning then,” A knowing twinkle grew in Leonardo's
eyes. He’d make sure to teach the young Ezio about more ways to be pleasured if
he ever dropped by late at night again.
End Notes
     Re-Posted to AO3
     Written on May 6th 2010
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