He shivers as hair hits the back of his neck, falls slightly into his face as he holds the sides of Takeshi's neck and kisses him fully, the sway of his hips smooth, even, steps careful alongside his own.
"You hardly need to ask," he mumbles back, fingers splaying, lips shifting to kiss his chin, his jaw. It's moments like these, things that he just does that sends Ezio off into what feels like a cozy sort of madness, a warmth, a trust. The tug of his ribbon, the whispering of shameless things. Words and phrases that make him blush in how lewd they are and gentle names like "bello" make him swallow tightly and contemplate on just how far gone he is in this dream, because it is a dream, right? He'll wake up tucked into a warm rooftop or on cold, hard scaffolding and it'll all be over.
Except that never seems to be the case and instead he wakes up with his arms curled around Darcy or draped over the two of them like a blanket of flesh and blood.
Some days Ezio realizes that he'd do nearly anything for the two of them.
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"You hardly need to ask," he mumbles back, fingers splaying, lips shifting to kiss his chin, his jaw. It's moments like these, things that he just does that sends Ezio off into what feels like a cozy sort of madness, a warmth, a trust. The tug of his ribbon, the whispering of shameless things. Words and phrases that make him blush in how lewd they are and gentle names like "bello" make him swallow tightly and contemplate on just how far gone he is in this dream, because it is a dream, right? He'll wake up tucked into a warm rooftop or on cold, hard scaffolding and it'll all be over.
Except that never seems to be the case and instead he wakes up with his arms curled around Darcy or draped over the two of them like a blanket of flesh and blood.
Some days Ezio realizes that he'd do nearly anything for the two of them.