‘I have a *thing* for masks, so seeing Arno in his Phantom Hood, Jacob with his stolen mask at the Alhambra, and Ezio wearing his Carnavele mask does all sorts of things to me~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I’d like to be pushed up against these three beautiful gentlemen as their hands caress my body, slowly relieving me of my clothes, and they tempt me with their mouths and tongues and voices, their eyes dark with desire in the shadows of their masks …’
‘I’ve recently been obsessing over The Witcher franchise and I can’t stop thinking about a threesome between Geralt, Ezio and me. The sleepless nights between those men… Oh gods *frantic fanning*’
I want Ezio (Brotherhood) to come home from a mission and be really frustrated for some reason. He’s being really needy so he ties me down to our bed and takes me hard and fast. But after I cum 2 times that way he takes it slow and easy for one round. Then after he lays next to me and cuddles me as he whispers about me never leaving him.
I imagine Altaïr and Ezio (Brotherhood) getting really horny. And I’m the lucky person that’s both their lovers. Well they find me and pin me down. Ezio and Altaïr take turns with me until were all tired out. Then we would all cuddle and fall asleep in each other’s arms.
‘I admit when I was younger I got jealous every time Ezio had sex with another woman. I imagine that I’m just angry and resting on the guest bed in the villa and he comes home. He walks in and notices I’m angry. “Amore, you know you’re the only one for me.” And after he says those words it’s time for heated sex.’
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After a long, exhausting day at work … I would love nothing more than to come home and be spoilt by Ezio Auditore. He’ll envelop me in his arms, and tenderly carry me to our bed, where he will ravish me and treat me like a goddess.
Everytime I play AC2 or visit the main page of the blog I feel some kind of nostalgia because of this wonderful soundtrack. All I want is to have a sweet romantic sex with Ezio on the rooftop of the Palazzo Auditore while one of these soothing songs is playing. Ezio tries to be as patient as possible however I can see the unspoken desire in his eyes. “I’m sorry but I need to have you, amore mio. Ti amo da matti!” I melt in his arms as his hips thrust forward faster and faster. “Voglio stare sempre con te,” I whisper before falling apart as we cum together.
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‘I want Ezio to whisper Italian poetry between my legs.’
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]
‘I want to be given the d-p dicking of my life by Ezio and Zevran (from Dragon Age: Origins), then they can fuck each other until I’m ready for round 2 bc let’s be real they’d be like instant bffs/fuckbuddies-for-life. just.. the snark, the sass, their gorgeous fit bodies, and those sexy accents, wow, I don’t think I’d ever be the same again.’