"It flatters us both," he agrees, and he can't resist a little bit of a snicker at the back of his throat -- oh, that's so nice, though, and he's more than happy to press up into her hands.
Ezio can imagine time stretching out before them infinitely, living in Paradisa, doing this, with no one to bother them. They will likely go insane, but for now, it's appealing. Even ideal!
"Don't say it like that! Repetition," she laughs, shaking her head even as she continues to stroke him. "It was me trying to say we should do more of this."
"Far less fun," he agrees, but it says something to him that she'd visited him anyway, and curled up with him there for afternoon naps or moments to grouse about petty grievances or simply to lay together and stare at the ceiling and talk about serious things. And that, truthfully, always meant more.
One hand spans up and down her back, rubbing her just to feel her breasts mashed up against him, toes curling at the grip of her hand on his cock.
Mm, and each kiss is as delicious as the last. To think she once walked him here, on his first day. If he'd known this was where it would lead for them, he might have invited her in and never let her leave then, either.
"Then I won't wait a moment longer," he rumbles, and he nudges her over so she'll straddle him properly.
"Protection!" She blurts, and moves his dick down like it's a joystick with her hand. Sorry, Ezio. "I'm not trusting whatever stopped people from getting knocked up here to be working when everything else is busted."
"Nuh-uh. That's how you end up with a baby in a weird, empty castle. Don't you have any condoms around here? Did no one, not even like--Lana--make you wear one?"
And now she's going to learn way too much about everything.
"Yes," he says, with a groan, and he bowls her off him gently so he can get up and go looking. Here's Ezio Auditore, walking shamelessly naked around his room with his erection on full display, peeking in drawers and poking around here or there. He and Lana haven't seen each other in years, even without considering whatever time it's been away from Paradisa. And Katherine, too, and South, and--
Stephanie sits up, watching him. She can't even enjoy the view because as the seconds tick by, he's not finding the gold. He's in the third or forth spot before Steph drops her face into her hands and groans in despair.
"I know I had some somewhere," he insists, continuing the move. But at the same time, he doesn't truly believe it's all going to stop here just because there are no condoms. He has his ways.
"Do not fret, Steph," he implores her, and he returns to her, crawling overtop her with a grin. He kisses her forehead swiftly. Reassuringly. "I'll just pull out."
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Lots of this. Are they going to fit in fooling around between figuring out how to survive? It'd be one way to keep sane.
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"Conditioning?" Haha. "Like training you?"
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"Dolcezza, you're not going to be able to keep me off you."
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"Good. Think I spent long enough fiddling with boundaries with you."
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Things became a little less cuddly when either of them had someone else, but. Not all that much.
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One hand spans up and down her back, rubbing her just to feel her breasts mashed up against him, toes curling at the grip of her hand on his cock.
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Yes, Steph. The cuddling in bed has led up to this sweet foreplay, not the years of waiting.
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"I am the least patient man alive when it comes to these things!"
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"Yeah? Coulda fooled me."
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"Do you want to test me?"
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"I thought that's what I've been doing for years?"
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"Then I won't wait a moment longer," he rumbles, and he nudges her over so she'll straddle him properly.
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"Uh. I just had a thought..."
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And now she's going to learn way too much about everything.
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"Yes," he says, with a groan, and he bowls her off him gently so he can get up and go looking. Here's Ezio Auditore, walking shamelessly naked around his room with his erection on full display, peeking in drawers and poking around here or there. He and Lana haven't seen each other in years, even without considering whatever time it's been away from Paradisa. And Katherine, too, and South, and--
He's not finding anything.
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"Are. You. Kidding. Me."
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This is it. This is some sort of karma for not just jumping his bones when she had the chance before.
"Please..."
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