Imagine Ezio coming back from a mission in the morning of his birthday and being unaware of it, the confusion in his face as he sees you up and waiting for him to get back. You embrace him, making a quick work of the knots and straps of his robes as you whisper, “Buon compleanno, amore,” kissing his neck and biting into his skin as he shudders and gets to help you with his clothes, discarding them at the feet of your shared bed. “Bella… così bella e perfetta,” Ezio whispers as his lips find your skin, peppering kisses over your bare shoulders, tugging down at your nightshirt to expose your body to him. You rake your fingers through his hair, pushing his hair out of his face as he comes up to kiss you with gentle lips and his hands squeeze your hips, pulling your smaller frame against his body with a low rumbling moan.
His hands slip to part your legs gently so he can settle between them, the warmth of his strong body doing work on warming you up into the cold early morning. Ezio moans, kissing your neck and shoulders as you cling to him in blind pleasure; not able to maintain eye contact as he thrusts slowly and surely, pulling your hair back in order to give him better access to your neck as he makes love to you, hands never settling for too long on one single place as you both shiver and moan into each other’s arms. “Per favore, bella… Per favore,” he pleads into your skin, not sure about what he’s asking for, breathing hitching slightly as you lock your legs behind his hips and Ezio spends himself within you with a needy aching moan; you both orgasming together as the morning comes.
Confession [@thefangirl-that-waited]
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