Who: Ezio Auditore & Elijah Mikaelson What: Ezio comes to see his 'favorite suit wearing friend' after his Leap of Faith Where: Elijah's apartment When: February 16th Rating: High for ~adult situations~ Status: Complete when posted
Adapting one’s movements to their environment was the challenge and thrill of parkour - you didn’t always get a chance to assess a landing before you leaped, so you had to literally roll with the punches. It was a creative, free-flowing circuit and Ezio loved it. Tonight, he’d gone running with Evie - they’d covered a lot of ground, leaping from building to building for fun and also for a bit of friendly competition, a way to hone the skills from another life that were coming back to them. She was very good at it, and he appreciated that there was someone else here who saw, experienced, lived an Assassin’s life in their dreams the way he did. His other companions whom he had grown close to were fantastic too, but it was sometimes difficult to explain how he felt about the burdens placed upon him. The way the Assassin life wasn’t something he chose, but rather, something that chose him.
Acrobatic parkour was in his blood, he knew that now, and it was an adrenaline rush that was incredibly addicting. Since he and Evie had gone for a long run, and successfully completed their Leap of Faith as sort of an unofficial initiation into the Order (a small Order here - it was just the two of them), he now felt so free. Ezio wanted to share this with his favorite person - and what better way to surprise Elia than to literally drop onto his balcony.
First, Ezio jumped and gripped the wrought iron bottom of the balcony closest to the ground, at Elijah’s apartment building. Then, he climbed, quickly and stealthily, using the various balconies and leaping to and from them - instinctively, he knew the way. Knew the distance perfectly, knew where he’d have to land. Elijah wasn’t even that high up, so it didn’t take long for Ezio to get to his apartment. There, on the living room balcony, he stood - and cheerfully, he knocked on the glass door to announce his presence.
To say Elijah hadn’t been expecting anyone to stop by was...partly a lie. He almost always expected his siblings to show up, sometimes his parents. However, he was not expecting someone to knock on his balcony door. Recently the dreams had given him a lot of things to be distracted by. He wasn’t sure how to feel about everything that was happening. He wasn’t like his brother Kol. He didn’t spend every day waiting for both himself and his siblings to all start turning into vampires. He wasn’t actually interested in the idea of being one at all, but Kol already seemed so smitten with the idea that he had a difficult time telling him that it was the one thing he was dreading.
He was confused about Katherine - Katerina as he knew her - and Klaus. He was confused about Elena and the Salvatore brothers as well. He’d woken up earlier that day after a particularly unfortunate dream where Alaric Saltzman and Elena had shoved a dagger through his heart. On separate occasions. Naturally, he was a little disoriented. There was also the matter of the daylight ring which had shown up on his bedside table. He felt like it was taunting him.
Shoving all of that away, he made his way to the balcony, an eyebrow raised as he saw Ezio standing on his balcony. A slow smile spread across his lips as he opened the door. “This has certainly been a surprise. Should I expect entrances like this often?” He stepped outside and looked over the side. “How did you get up here?”
Instead of responding right away, he cupped Elijah’s face - Ezio’s hands were a little chilly, but he would warm up soon enough - fingertips kneading into the back of his neck, and kissed him. A shot of adrenaline in Ezio’s veins, stars behind his eyelids - words, he did not have them right now, just a greeting in the form of kissing with a favor and when he pulled back slightly his exhale was in a tremble, dizzy and breathless.
He grinned against the other man’s mouth. “Yes, often,” he chuckled, thumbs stroking Elia’s cheeks. “I climbed the balconies. After leaping from roof to roof, on the buildings. I also...I jumped off a television tower, into a cow pasture.”
At least he didn’t smell like it. Much. His grin was still a bit delirious though, with the thrill of victory; he didn’t have his robes yet, with the pockets and compartments for all the weapons like poison vials and smoke bombs, but Assassins tended to favor hoodies and that was what he had on now. The fabric of his hood fell over his face like a curtain, though his crooked smile still could be seen.
Elijah found it difficult to argue with the greeting even with his mind buzzing with questions. He had a feeling that they’d get answered eventually and he was already particularly fond of kissing Ezio.
“At least I'll be more prepared next time.” He listened as Ezio spoke, unable to keep himself from smiling. With Ezio so obviously delighted by what had happened, it was difficult not to. He understood absolutely none of it, but it was nice to see someone else happy. “Part of me is concerned that you're leaping off towers and buildings, but I assume this is a dream thing and not you suddenly turning into an adrenaline junkie.”
Elijah studied him for a moment before taking a leaf from Ezio's book and taking a hold of the pouch of the hoodie and pulling him inside. “Come in. Tell me more about your jumping off towers into cow pastures of all places. I suppose the rest of what happened as well.”
Ezio would gladly let himself be pulled by the hoodie (it made him laugh a little, to have the tables turned), stepping inside and going for another kiss, a lazy one, where he could drape his arms around Elijah’s shoulders and paint beautiful, artistic pictures in his mouth with his tongue. He was punch-drunk on these baci anyway, and also drunk on what had transpired this whole day - a growly sort of hum traveled up along Ezio’s throat, and he finally released Elijah. Just for the moment.
Well, he did have much to tell his favorite suit-wearing friend (cazzo, was that what Elia was? They really needed to talk about this soon), and he could not do it if his mouth was occupied. “I have always been, how you say, an adrenaline junkie,” he smirked, kissing Elijah’s cheek - once, twice, and nudging with his nose affectionately before taking a seat on the couch. Ezio flopped down on there, relieved for the rest.
“But today it was - there is this girl, yes? She has dreams of the same Assassin and Templar world as I do, only much in the future. Victorian England - though she has studied our history, she says she knows who I am.” It was kind of ominous, but also kind of exciting - and it made Ezio curious about how his life would go, and what he would do. “Part of becoming an Assassin is taking a Leap of Faith, and that is what we did. Off of the television tower.”
Elijah tried not to think too hard on what it might mean that he hadn't even really blinked at the fact that Ezio had just climbed up the balconies into his apartment. It was easy to ignore that and his dreams when Ezio was kissing him. His arms looped around the other man’s waist.
“I am trying to be surprised, but nothing feels surprising anymore.” Which was a lie considering he was still surprised at the fact that he was trying to kill his brother and sacrifice Elena at the same time. Well, more than just Elena, but he didn't want to think about that. He would much rather think about Ezio's adrenaline filled adventures.
Carefully, he seated himself next to Ezio. “Oh? Well, that sounds interesting.” It was nice to have other people know what you were talking about. Perhaps not everyone, but for the most part, yes. He was carefully aware of who he had seen in the dreams that he knew outside of them. “Ah. I suppose that is the most logical place to jump off if one is doing a leap of faith. Though, I am mostly saying that because I'm not sure where else one would jump in situations like this.” He smiled a touch. “Either way, it sounds like you had fun.”
“In the dream I had, I did my Leap of Faith off a bell tower in Venice,” Ezio said, turning to face Elijah. He sprawled out on the man, while also getting rid of his shoes and wiggling his toes for the freedom. Plus, Elia did not appreciate dirt on his fine furniture - which was why the hoodie came off too, revealing the t-shirt Ezio had on underneath. Then it was back to canoodling, one of his favorite things. “I did many of them after that - on flower beds, on spice carts, something that is more of a cushion. Is nice that our Assassin blood lets us take the fall - is a certain skill, I think, to learn how to land.”
Even if the surface was soft (like the cow pasture had been), jumping from that great of a height was still a risk. It was a wonder Ezio, in his dreams, had not broken more bones. Or any bones - he had been lucky, and skilled, in that regard.
His fingers ran through Elijah’s hair, thumbs swiping over the cheekbone again - he had such nice cheekbones, this one. “You have been alright, Elia? Your brother seemed very interested in talking to me before.”
Elijah had no idea how tall that was, but he was willing to believe it was quite tall. He watched quietly as Ezio kicked off his shoes and took his hoodie off. It wasn’t long before he was comfortable again. “I do hope that you are somewhat careful. I’m afraid I cannot help you as much in my current condition.” Which was quite human. While he did not wish to be a vampire, he could admit that there were certain perks that would be useful. Keeping those he cared about safe from injury was certainly one of those perks. “Except to take you to a hospital if you need it.”
He leaned into Ezio’s hand, letting his eyes close. There was a small smile on his face that faltered at the question. “I’m…” Fine was the word he wanted to say, but Ezio wasn’t his siblings and he didn’t have to play fine all the time. “Not sure.” There were a lot of emotions rolled up in his dreams and then in this life. “What did he want to talk to you about?”
He was perfectly fine with freerunning across rooftops and jumping from great heights, though Ezio thought that the concern was very cute. Elijah would take him to the hospital? Che romantico. “Just to make sure I am good enough for you, perhaps,” he snickered softly, anchoring in closer for a cuddle; when he closed his eyes, his lashes brushed against Elijah’s cheek. Not that he minded any questioning; he was sure that if (when) Claudia met Elijah, she would ask questions too.
Except meeting the family was...more a serious thing. Ezio did not usually do serious, but possibly, there was no time like the present to start.
“What is this you are unsure about?” he asked, fingertips touching Elijah’s temple, his cheek again, raindrops on his forehead. “Not about how I feel about you, I hope?”
“That would make sense.” But only because they were always concerning themselves with that. It was how he had gone through as many people as he had. It got a little tiring after a while, but they were his family and so he was always concerned with their opinions. He also felt that, should Ezio want to stick around, he should be allowed. Especially with everything he’d put up with on his behalf. His arm wrapped around Ezio’s shoulders, making a point to keep him close. “Hopefully he will be pleased with whatever you say to him.”
Elijah was quite the opposite. He usually did serious, but nothing had really stuck, either because of his inability to let his family handle their own issues or due to direct interference. So he was hoping that this would not get the same treatment.
“That was the only thing I wasn’t questioning,” he said, a hint of amusement to his voice. “But now I’m wondering if I should.” It was a little teasing, but it was in an effort to delay talking about what exactly it was he was uncertain about. Elijah took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. “I have a plan to kill my brother in the dreams. It involves sacrificing three people.” He frowned a little. “And there is apparently another weapon to use against us. A dagger. It is currently resting quite nicely in my heart. It is only the second time I have been stabbed. Third if you count getting impaled in the first one. Only this seems a little more permanent...unless you remove the dagger. Apparently.” His fingers lightly danced over Ezio’s knee. “Oh, and Katherine is a vampire which is apparently to do with my brother and his wanting to sacrifice her the same way I would do to Elena. I probably deserve the whole being stabbed in the heart and left in a locked basement room.”
Ezio wanted to stick around. He would not let anyone deter him. It was always nice to have a family’s support, made things less stressful, but if not then that was workable too. He liked Elijah, and he did not picture that changing anytime soon. Only developing into...more, perhaps.
Only he thought that Elijah should talk about what he was uncertain over because having a conversation about feelings - all the saints be with him. Ezio was going to delay that a little, on his end.
“You do not deserve being stabbed and locked in a basement,” he scoffed. “When you get out you will just be more angry. And being angry is so...exhausting. I would not wish that for you.” He nuzzled at Elijah’s throat, pressing his lips there, and sliding a few buttons free from their holes - he always had his shirts buttoned up all the way, it was both maddening and somewhat adorable. “Is your brother who has the problems, I think. If he is terrorizing everyone to the point where you have to kill him to stop him.”
It was possible that Ezio was right, but he wasn’t sure that everything he was feeling now wasn’t just as exhausting. Maybe this was why he chose not to have as many feelings. Perhaps it was easier to ignore them. He’d been angry before Elena put a dagger through his heart, angry before even Alaric had. Only he’d been stupid enough to pull it out. It probably would be worse by the time the dagger was pulled out...if it ever was. “You are probably right, but I don’t know how to feel otherwise.”
His eyes closed briefly at the feeling of lips on his neck. He didn’t even bother to argue about the buttons. Maybe he’d eventually learn the art of not buttoning every one, but he doubted it. “Niklaus is not very...stable. Even out of the dreams. I believe it has a lot to do with our father.” But to wish to kill him? Elijah wasn’t sure how he had made it that far. What would have transpired for that to happen? He didn’t know. “I just know that I wish to kill him and it is the only way to do so, when he is weakened after the curse is broken.”
“There are also werewolves. I know because I ripped out their hearts. To be fair, they were particularly idiotic. I challenged them to come get the moonstone from me and they tried, but failed. I think only two did not try.” And the one that hadn’t run off still died. He had a feeling this was just something he did. It was a habit. Ripping hearts out. He frowned at the thought. “And my daylight ring has come from the dreams. I’d say this does not bode well.” Kol would be pleased as he wanted them all to be vampires anyway. Elijah sighed. “There is no escape, I think. Your adventures are far less trying to think about.” He turned his head to press a kiss to Ezio’s temple.
“They are trying in their own way, bello,” Ezio huffed a laugh, leaving Elijah with most of his buttons still done up. It was just so he could breathe, the poor man, though there was no question that his Italian stallion would prefer him without any clothes on at all. For the moment, he rested a hand in between Elia’s knees, squeezing his thigh gently. “I am being forced into a life I did not necessarily choose - in some ways, perhaps you are as well.”
He had not chosen to be a vampire, that Ezio was certain of. The decision was made for him and, well, concerning Elijah’s brother? There was no choice but to embark on these paths that only led to bad things - everything was snowballing, even in Ezio’s own dreams. “But we make our own choices here, hmm?”
Santi ci preservano, it was a wonder he did not grope the man right now, the way Ezio was latched onto him. Oh, but it was tempting.
Even without any direct groping, Elijah was keenly aware of Ezio’s hand on his thigh. He was just doing his best to act like he wasn’t. “I guess we’re both stuck.” And he probably shouldn’t sit and wallow in self pity when he wasn’t the only one getting dragged into something he didn’t want to get dragged into. Even if he felt like there was so much.
There was a nod. “I don’t know if I get to choose everything, but if I can choose, I will make my own choice.” Like the choice to kiss Ezio at that precise moment. He felt the thought forming and just went with it. His hands cupped Ezio’s face, fingers sliding into his hair. Was he currently avoiding serious conversation by making out with a very attractive Italian man? Yes. Yes, he was. It was a perfectly acceptable means of distraction as far as he was concerned.
When he pulled back, it wasn’t very far. “That made the impending doom a little better.”
Impending doom. That was so dramatic. However, with the appearance of that certain ring, a very bad sign (because he would need it eventually, would he not?), Ezio could see why Elijah was feeling apprehensive. “We may be stuck, but we are stuck together - you have me,” he said, a little breathless because of that kiss, his forehead resting against Elijah’s. “It will be alright, caro.”
Perhaps not at first, and it didn’t seem that way - especially because if Elijah was ‘doomed’ for vampirism, Ezio would remain human. Perhaps with enhanced traits, but still very human - he would age, he would one day die. It would be an obstacle to hurdle over, somehow, when they encountered such a thing. It wasn’t something to stress about right now, when they both had beating hearts.
“You are so handsome,” he mused teasingly, and alright - he did go for a grope, feeling Elia up over his designer suit trousers. Not for very long though. Mostly he just liked seeing the resulting expression and reaction; those were always amusing. “How about...we drink, and then you will let me stay over? I will make the impending doom much better than this.”
Stuck together. Elijah felt those words resonate in his body and he couldn’t help but smile as they sat there. “Well, there are certainly worse people to be stuck with.” It was a little teasing, but he found it difficult to say he was glad they were stuck together at that moment. Even if it was true. Ezio had somehow wormed his way into being one of his favorite people, so he hoped his siblings didn’t decide that he wasn’t worthy of him or something. He might actually consider ignoring them if they did. “I believe you.”
Even as a vampire he would have a beating heart, but it would be a different sort of thing. It would involve drinking blood to keep it beating. He tried not to think about that too much, however. He really didn’t want to think about what it meant.
“I have been blessed with good genes,” he countered, eyes closing and his breath catching at the feel of Ezio’s hand. It really was not fair. “I’m not certain I could say no even if I wanted to.” He opened his eyes to look at Ezio at that moment. “But I was rather hoping you’d stay, so it answered a question I hadn’t gotten to ask. What did you want to drink? I have almost everything. Almost.”
“Then do not say no,” Ezio breathed the words against Elijah’s lips, hand crawling up his thigh again and resting in between and stroking dangerously - dangerous in the sense that he would potentially start something he’d have to finish (it would be impolite to blue ball someone you cared about), but also in the sense that it was more the realization that Ezio wanted him because Elia was his. They had not consummated their union (developing relationship?) yet, but the thought of someone else getting to fuck Elijah made Ezio horribly jealous. He did not often feel that way, because he was always so carefree about his exploits - never settling, never getting too serious (much to his mother’s chagrin). To feel that way now was somewhat confusing.
But he had promised not to rush Elijah into anything, since he was very new at all of this, and moved his hand to frame the man’s cheek, at the high plane of the bone there, and kiss him soundly before pulling back a bit. “It is a hard liquor kind of night, perhaps,” he hummed in thought. “How about bourbon?”
It would be impolite. “You make it difficult to say no,” he said quietly. “Very difficult.” Elijah knew about his decision not to be rushed, but he was so close to just ignoring that and giving in to Ezio. Everything about the man drew him in and the hand on his leg was not helping with any of it. Maybe there wasn’t a reason to say no at all.
But Ezio’s hand moved to his cheek and his mind shifted to accommodate with the rest of the conversation. Bourbon. He could do bourbon. Leaning in, he gave him a quick kiss before getting up. Yes. Acting normal was the best way to go about this. “I’ll be back.” Walking into the kitchen, he took a deep breath and let it out. He grabbed two glasses before peeking his head out of the kitchen. “How do you take your bourbon. I forgot to ask.”
Bourbon was a very American sort of spirit - Ezio did not drink much of it in Italy, but now that he was here in this country? He would gladly take advantage. Wine was still his favorite, and he would kill for a good limoncello, amaro, or sambuca - but of course he was open to all sorts of liquor.
“In a glass, bello,” Ezio responded with a chuckle. He knew what Elijah meant, yet enjoyed teasing him. In more ways than one. “No, with some ice is good. Brings out the scent and the flavor.” He tipped his head back, watching the ceiling for a moment and letting out a long breath. This day had felt endless, but unwinding here of all places was...right. The thought of being alone, at his house, did not sit well with Ezio.
Even as he rolled his eyes, Elijah couldn’t suppress his smile. “What a pity. I was hoping you were a ‘from the bottle’ sort of person,” he replied flatly, forcing a serious expression. “I’m afraid we aren’t going to work out. You drink from glasses. It’s all very uncivilized.” He made the drinks, pausing on his way out to watch Ezio for a moment. He wasn’t sure how many times he’d spent just looking at him. There was some familiarity in the action, but he chose to believe it was a different experience entirely.
After a few moments passed, he walked back to the couch, handing one of the glasses to Ezio before settling back in next to the other man. He was quiet for a long moment before saying, “I’m glad you’re here. All joking aside.” For once in his life, he was glad that his brother had interfered with his life and pushed him in a direction he’d really not considered.
Ezio took the glass, sliding close to Elijah when he was back on the couch. He sipped the bourbon and the flavor was beautiful, full-bodied and golden. Now he was comfortable, and Elijah was warm and oh-so-tempting - yes, he would just stay here for a moment. Longer than that, most likely.
“I am glad to be here,” he murmured sincerely, leaning against the man, tilting to give him a kiss on the edge of his jaw. And a nibble too, because of that tempting part. “I will be here as long as you let me.”
Not exactly proclaiming his love or anything (too soon!), but...it was a nudge into territory Ezio usually did not traverse. Being with one person, on the long-term? Well, stranger things had happened.
Elijah was happy to let Ezio stay exactly where he was for however long he wanted to. He felt warm, which had almost nothing to do with the bourbon considering how little he’d had (only a sip or two).
“Good.” He was glad that he wasn’t the only one that was happy to be where they were currently. “I might never make you leave, but then I imagine we might need to go to work and do various other things, so I guess you’re free to stay until our other responsibilities need seeing to.” He wasn’t asking him to move in or anything, but he didn’t have any strict plan on pushing him out of the apartment.
“You know, I was thinking...when you’ve had enough bourbon, you might...what was it you said?” He paused like he was thinking very hard about something before saying, “Sbordi nella bocca mia.” It may not have been perfect pronunciation, but he figured it would get the message across and he was almost certain, Ezio would not mind so much. “If you don’t decide that my attempt at Italian was too terrible for you to bear it.”
Cavolo! Thinking, Elijah was thinking. Nonsense - he’d practiced the phrase, and it was undeniably sexy. Ezio nearly choked on that bourbon. Just when he was all settled and contented, Elia had to do and drop a bomb - in a good way, of course, but it was something that he seemed to do often. Surprise, Ezio that is. And it was something that he liked, since it kept him on his toes.
“Bene,” he praised, chuckling in a gravelly rumble and setting his glass down. Well, first he slammed back the contents because he needed it right then. There, bourbon done and his throat on fire, he leaned over and knocked Elijah’s knees apart to slide a hand in between and grope him in a lot more direct fashion than before. “You want me to come in your mouth, is it?” As if Ezio had no idea what that meant, or that he’d said it before. Ha. “Or you want to come in mine?”
He had practiced it. An embarrassing amount, but the reaction was certainly worth it. He’d had a feeling that he might need it at some point and he wanted to be prepared. He found himself smirking. He felt that it had been a great success. Especially since it had been followed by Ezio quickly downing the rest of his drink. Yes, that was definitely one of his better, mostly unplanned plans.
He hadn’t finished his own bourbon, but he almost wished he had when he felt Ezio’s hand on him. His breath caught in his throat and his legs spread just a little more. “You’re terrible,” he murmured. “But I am quite determined. Even if you are very distracting.” A pause. “I didn’t learn how to say it just to say it.” He gently grabbed Ezio’s wrist, pulling his hand away. “Though, the reaction was worth just saying it.” He leaned in to steal a kiss, letting go of Ezio’s wrist to try to get him out of his pants.
There was no universe, ever, where Ezio would not get out of his pants when Elijah wanted him to - he was quite helpful about it, in fact, unzipping and unbuttoning enough to give himself some relief. Because needless to say, his arousal was starting to get to him - he felt electricity under his skin, hormones beginning to shut down his higher brain functions. Thinking straight would not be happening.
“Have you been practicing pompini too?” he wanted to know; the term ‘blowjobs’ sounded so much better in Italian. “Or did you just want to say it for the reaction?”
He was in such a frenzy of passion and lust and want, wishing he had more than two hands to seize Elijah and pull him close enough to kiss until Ezio stole his breath, leaning back against the couch, hips pushing up for contact and friction. “Because if you have been practicing on others, I am jealous.”
Admittedly, Ezio had not come over here only for this - but it definitely did not hurt.
Elijah had not, in fact, practiced, but looking up at Ezio he said, “Oh yes. On all sorts of people. So much practice.” He smirked again. “The reaction was certainly worth seeing, but no, I think I can honestly say that I did not just say it for the reaction.”
No, he wanted to do this. He didn’t want to be the only one getting something out of...whatever they were doing. Just because he didn’t know what he was doing entirely didn’t mean he couldn’t do it. He’d been a recipient before, which meant that he had to have learned something. Most likely.
The kiss really did feel like the air was being sucked out of his lungs, but Elijah could offer up no complaints. It was a moment before he could respond. “I will be practicing right now. On you.” The words were a little breathy, but he gave him his most charming smile. “But I promise not to tell you about all of the others I practiced on first.” He moved down, lifting up Ezio’s shirt to press a kiss against his stomach. He felt a spike in his nerves, but pushed them down. He had to learn somehow and surely no one was amazing immediately. Of course, Elijah may have done some outside research that didn’t involve doing as much as reading. “As wonderful as all this jealousy sounds, however, you don’t have to worry. You’re still the first.”
He made himself as comfortable as he could between Ezio’s legs, hands moving to hold onto the Italian’s hips. He did not take him into his mouth all at once, but slowly, making sure he adjusted to the feeling of it.
Expecting Elijah, a fellatial virgin (well, on the giving end) to take a whole cock into his mouth was a bit much - pun intended. Ezio wouldn’t have expected that, he didn’t, and he was well-versed in knowing what worked for him and what didn’t. Right now, everything seemed to work for him - he’d have been satisfied with tongue tickling and teasing (even if it drove him mad) but taking in as much as could be handled worked too.
The grip on his hips was tight, almost tight enough to hurt, and he groaned from it - but it was a good sound, one of those ‘pain, but I love it’ noises; fingers tightened in Elijah’s hair in turn, tugging and releasing, and Ezio was trying really hard not to just fuck his face but it was difficult. He still moved regardless, thrusting into his mouth.
There, they just needed to find a rhythm. That’s all sex was, of any form - a rhythm, building and creating and the crackle of lightning within. “Fallo così,” he encouraged, purring the words as he stroked Elijah’s cheek. “Bello.”
Despite his inexperience, Elijah wanted to make this good for Ezio, so he kept himself aware of the reactions. Anything that gave him an indication that Ezio was enjoying this worked for him. He had a feeling that he was doing at least reasonably okay, though. Or Ezio likely would have said something.
He stilled for a moment as Ezio’s hips moved. A good sign, he figured. The Italian also seemed encouraging rather than discouraging. Still, he allowed for a thoughtful hum, like he was questioning what Ezio had just said. Bello he knew very well, but he still had to ask about some things. This wasn't really about trying to clarify what he'd said, though. This was about trying to see if Ezio would enjoy that particular sensation as much as he had.
A shiver forced its way along Ezio’s spine - the slippery slide of a mouth around him, the pull and thrust was dragging him under and he wasn’t going to be able to last forever. It happened before he could give much warning, or beg for it, or say another word besides fuck (which was all he was reduced to, the swear word in a few different languages). He spilled hot and sudden on Elijah’s tongue, in his mouth, down his throat.
And now his skin was all overheated, shirt sticking to him, and he had to take a moment to unclench his fingers on the armrest of the couch where he’d dug into. Only a few seconds later came the lazy ‘I don’t want to move, ever, I’m pretty much dead’ sensation that tended to bonk men over the head after such a release. “If you give me a moment, bello, I will return the favor,” he promised, with a light chuckle.
He’d just...give Elia a chance to spit. If he was going to. Ezio would try not to take offense, if so. It was a silly thing to take offense over, he realized, because logically he knew that not everyone liked the taste of man chowder but still.
Instead of spitting, Elijah decided to chase it with the rest of his bourbon. It wasn’t the worst thing that he’d ever tasted. He was pretty sure that time someone made him eat moldy cheese was the worst thing he’d ever tasted. He carefully fixed his shirt (or really just adjusted it in an attempt not to look quite as disheveled) and looked over at Ezio quietly for a moment, just watching him again.
Leaning over, he lightly ran his fingers over the other man’s cheek, carefully tucking a little hair behind his ear. “You are absolutely beautiful.” He pressed a couple kisses to his cheek and nuzzled at his neck. He was fine to stay there for a minute or longer. “I may have to practice a lot, so you should probably be ready for that, as disappointed as I’m sure you are to hear it.”
“You flatter me,” Ezio laughed - and merda, nothing that came from him should taste as bad as moldy cheese! But he imagined that trouser gravy and bourbon made for an interesting combination. Personally, he just swallowed - if whomever you were orally pleasing just shot down the back of your throat, it was fine, the taste buds were bypassed entirely. But you had to angle the cock right; Elia would learn though. He was very intelligent, no?
It was also pointless for him to fix his shirt, since Ezio planned to dishevel him even more before retiring for the evening. Bless him. “Feel free to practice as much as you wish, bello. I will never complain. Now - “ He shifted on the sofa, working at Elijah’s trousers to get them open enough, so he could slide his hand inside. “I will get you to make a mess, hmm? Can you handle that?”
“It’s the truth.” He smiled a little. He did believe that, too. Ezio was beautiful. “Well, that’s good. I’m not really sure what I would have done if you’d have complained.” Luckily he wouldn’t have to find out. He was very lucky. But that was just something he felt in general. Practice made perfect, or so he’d been told.
Elijah leaned back a little on the couch, focusing on Ezio’s hands. His breathing picked up a little as the other man’s hand slid into his pants. “Mmmm. I think I can handle it.” That was what dry cleaners were for. That and he had a very difficult time believing that he was going to have any complaints even if it was messy.
“Bene, bene,” Ezio murmured, nudging at Elijah’s jaw, lips and tongue laving over skin. “Mio caro.” Yes, Elia would be taken care of - Ezio was going to get him off right here, starting with hand-to-cock and curled around him, a squeeze and stroke that was a tight grip and just for him.
It would mean messing up this couch too, perhaps, but upholstery cleaners were widely available. The tradeoff, a very enchanting night, was well worth it. </i>