So I made my friend Matti make me write. He gave me this prompt to write anything that came to mind, and this is what came to mind.
Prompted by: Matti
Safe?: Let’s say Yes
He stood in the doorway, leaning against the wooden framing with a silver goblet held in one hand. The stance seemed nonchalant—the man seemed at ease—but his blue eyes were sharp as he took in every miniscule, every intimate detail of the body stretched out languidly on the messy tangle of sheets upon his bed.
He swept his eyes across the sumptuous body laid out before him, from the beautifully muscled thighs that lead onto the subtle arched hipbones; they, in turn, framed that amazing smattering of hair—dear God, he suddenly wished to run his fingers through it—which beckoned his stare upwards, across a defined torso, deliciously tight despite the relaxed—
“If you are going to stand there all night, you might as well paint a picture.”
His gaze snapped up to lock with twinkling amber. “Mi dispiace, Ezio, I—”
“Don’t apologise, Leonardo,” Ezio murmured, voice deep and soothing. “Just come here.”
He was truly blessed. He never, despite his dreams, thought he would have such a…an Adonis in his bed, and one who wished to pleasure him every night without fail, without any demands for his own release—well, there was one time, but that was more begging, he supposed—
Suddenly Ezio was standing in front of him. The artist shook away his daydreams as the younger male began unlacing his tunic, quite hurriedly too. An apology began to tumble across his lips, but were muted as Ezio sealed their mouths together, relinquishing him of the goblet. He fell into the kiss, not even caring when the Assassin threw the goblet away, wine splashing across the wooden floorboards and dripping down the gaps. His paint spattered fingers went up to his hair, aiming to tug his hat off when a hand clasped his wrist. He pulled away from the kiss and frowned at Ezio, confused.
The Assassin merely grinned. “You can leave your hat on.”