In honor of Niccolo’s birthday I’d surprise him with a special snack of his favorite treats in his office. As I place the tray on his desk he would say “I appreciate the thought, but I’d rather eat something else.” Suddenly I would find myself on his desk as his lips and tongue pleasure my pussy painfully slow, not caring if my juices soaked his paperwork. Thinking that I have been punished enough the assassin gets on top of me and fucks me with slow deep thrusts.
“Now,” Lucrezia hears her brother’s smooth voice and opens her eyes, spotting a portrait of the woman in front of her. Her portrait.
“I persuaded Leonardo to draw this for your birthday. Do you like it?”
“Oh, yes, it’s wonderful, Cesare, thank you,” Lucrezia turns and kisses him gently on the cheek.
“That’s not all,” Borgia adds with a mysterious smile spread across his face.
Cesare takes his sister’s hand and leads her to another room where she can see Ezio, whose hands are tied to a chair behind his back and he’s gagged with a cloth. Assassin’s only half-naked, still wearing his undergarments, looking very resentful.
Lucrezia smirks when she comes closer to gloat over Auditore’s defeat as her fingers travel down his a bit hairy chest.
“We’ve finally caught him. I won’t plan on untying him any time soon. But maybe he can watch as I present my next gift to you?” Cesare caresses sister’s hair, looking amused when his gaze meets assassin’s angry one.
“I believe he can watch and even enjoy the view,” she purrs softly before brother pulls her closer and attacks Lucrezia’s lips avidly. She responds with eagerness, desperate for his touch.
“Come,” Borgia points towards the bed, pushing the woman on her back. He’s ravishing her like he did the first time they were together and all Lucrezia can do is give in to Cesare’s endeavors on her sensitive body.
When her breasts are exposed both Borgias hear how Ezio shifts in his chair uncomfortably, not able to say anything. They don’t mind him yet, busy with stripping each other before their bodies will be joint in that blasphemous ‘dance’.
Lucrezia screams when her brother begins to fuck her ruthlessly, not letting her adjust to his size ‘cause he knows she loves it that way. But since it’s her birthday, he’ll allow her to do something they don’t usually do.
“Ride me,” Cesare whispers as they switch places and the woman is surprised but accepts his offer anyway. She straddles his thighs and guides his cock into her moist warmth, making the man grit his teeth while she sinks down onto his member so very slowly.
As she starts moving her hips franticly, Ezio catches Lucrezia’s eye and she grins once again, noticing the bulge in assassin’s undergarments, pleased to see a needy grimace on his face.
“Cesare, I’d like to help our guest with his quite visible problem, do you mind?” Borgia licks her lips and looks at brother playfully.
“Well, because it’s your birthday, I can agree to that but nothing more than your hands and mouth, do you understand?” he tells her in stern voice.
“Thank you,” Lucrezia gets up from the bed and approaches Ezio, removing the cloth from his mouth, wanting to hear his groans that she’s about to ensure. Auditore twitches, not really aware of what she might do to him but when woman’s hand clenches around his dick, he jerks his hips, desiring more.
“Fuck me from behind, Cesare, while I’m sucking him off,” Lucrezia begs and cries out, feeling Borgia’s cock spreading her inner walls in one push. Her head keeps moving up and down and she’s pleased to hear both men cursing and moaning as they fuck two of her holes.
She comes first, groaning around the base of assassin’s member which makes him go second as his semen spurts inside her mouth. Cesare isn’t far behind, coming with a loud groan on his sister’s buttocks.
“Well, that was fun. Shall we continue?” Lucrezia laughs, kissing both men in turn.
Confession [@madamretto]
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Leonardo is surprised to see a dozen of candles when he is taken to the rooftop by Ezio. Candles are located all over the roof and Auditore is grateful for absence of the wind tonight. There is also a carpet lying on the ground with fruits, bottle of wine and a small cake.
“What’s the occasion?” da Vinci asks, proceeding forward with a bewildered expression on his face.
“What do you mean? It’s your birthday!” Ezio claps his hands, excited.
“Oh, I didn’t think you remember.”
“Of course I do,” he answers a bit hurt.
“Sorry. It’s lovely,” Leo smiles at Auditore. “Where did you get all this?”
“Well, I’m an assassin after all, so I have my ways to get what I want, especially for a friend,” he says proudly.
“A friend?” Leonardo looks sad, but only for a moment before Ezio kisses him passionately, holding the man in place.
“A lover,” the assassin coos softly with a wicked grin.
Unexpectedly, the artist grabs his shoulders and kisses him again but rougher this time. Ezio closes his eyes and hugs da Vinci, pressing him closer to his body, trying to show who’s going to be in charge. When their half-hard cocks touch, still hidden inside their pants, Leo breaks the kiss and moans, desperate for this intimate contact. Ezio’s eyes almost glow in the dark and Leonardo can’t help but want the assassin to take him while he’s looking at him like that – with this undisguised desire.
“Fuck me, mio caro,” he whispers into Auditore’s lips before kissing him again gently.
“How about the cake and wine?”
“I couldn’t care less about them. Don’t you see how much I want you to take me right now?” the artist whines, thrusting forward in order to let Ezio know what he means. “I thank you for your preparations but this can wait. I cannot,” Leo grasps the assassin’s hair and makes him groan when his tongue traces up his neck.
“Che il diavolo ti porti!” Auditore growls and pushes his lover down on the carpet, sweeping away everything that lies on their way beforehand. “You have awoken a burning flame inside me, Leo,” Ezio almost rips his clothes off, revealing a tender skin that needed to be touched.
After two minutes of struggling the assassin manages to rid both of their clothes and now he is lying on top of Leonardo, pumping his stiff cock with one hand while another one is lost in the artist’s hair.
“You’ve been quite gentle all this time we’ve been together,” da Vinci caresses his lover’s cheek. “But tonight I want you to give it to me hard. Make me yours,” he groans when Ezio’s fingers squeeze his dick too tight.
“You’re already mine, Leo, don’t forget it. Since it’s your birthday I’ll fulfill your wish but do tell if I hurt you, alright?” he whispers, concerned. The man nods, offering Auditore to use a whipped cream as a lubricant because he can’t wait any longer.
Slick fingers make their way into Leonardo’s ass and the artist squirms but only at the beginning, knowing that just a few moments separate him from being blessed with pleasure. When Ezio’s done stretching him, da Vinci feels the head of the assassin’s cock pressing against the entrance, demanding to be let in.
And when Ezio thrusts his hips, Leo knows he’s lost. It takes both men only five minutes to come, moaning each other’s names.
“I love you, Leo,” Auditore whispers.
“Me too, my relentless assassino,” Leo starts to giggle but is shut by Ezio’s hungry kiss.
Confession [@madamretto]
‘For Leonardo’s birthday, he’d take a break from whatever his current project is and spend the evening letting him paint a nude of me. It would start out playful, we laugh as he tries to get every little curve and shade of my body right and he keeps telling me to hold still. Soon though, I can see the lust in his eyes as the heat of the Italian night takes over. We both start getting turned on, eventually having slow, passionate, loving birthday sex on the couch I was meant to be posing on.’
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‘On Leonardo’s birthday, we’d start the night with a beautiful day, fine wine and good Italian food under the Venetian stars, and then when we get home, we’d start with a steamy make out session, then a rough fucking he won’t soon forget, all while I whisper in low tones in his ear //“Buon compleanno, amore mio”//’
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‘I wish I could do something sexy for Leonardo’s birthday but alas, I am a girl. I would totally give him some obscure sex toys if I could, and maybe watch him use them ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)’
‘I know Connor isn’t one for surprises but I’d throw him an intimate surprise birthday party. When he comes home, everything is quiet. Then when he enters our bedroom he’d see me with a little ribbon around my neck while I lay on the bed naked and touching myself, staring directly in Connor’s eyes. There’d be another small present on the nightstand with a vibrating cock-ring in it. It’s going to be the best birthday my Sinnamon Roll has had. Until next year, that is.’
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‘For his birthday I just want to worship Connor, spending practically all day in bed. It would start with me giving him a nice and sensual massage, to relax his sore muscles, until he can’t take my teasing anymore. While being overwhelmed with the pleasure he’s giving me, I’d praise him non-stop, telling him how much handsome he is, how much I need him inside me, and his native name would become my mantra. He deserves to be spoiled, especially on his birthday.’
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‘Since Ratonhnhaké:ton was a man of simple pleasures, I decided to just make him an extra nice dinner, with a cake to follow, and certainly something fantastic after. As I mix the whipped cream, trying not to think too much about where else I could put it, I hear Connor come into the room. He sets his chin on my shoulder, “Everything smells wonderful,” he whispers. I feel his arm reach around my waist and out of the corner of my eye see him stick a finger in my bowl. Connor steps away quickly at my squeek of annoyance and licks his finger clean slower than is strictly necessary. I bop him on the nose with my spoon, “No more of that.” I can’t help but giggle at how ridiculous he looks with the cream on his face and a little grin, so I stand on my tiptoes and kiss his nose. He hums, “Now you’ve got it on your face,” then leans forward to kiss me, slowly at first, but it’s not long before it becomes passionate with me lying on the table. We both got dessert early that evening, and none of that whipped cream goes on the cake.’
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