Ezio felt a purr climbing out of his throat. As far as he knew, humans couldn't purr as cats did, but Ezio felt like he could finally understand why the creatures did so. Leonardo would probably be fascinated and try to investigate further, but there was no way Ezio was going to let him stop doing what he was doing.

Leonardo had made a delightful new invention, by shaping a piece of wood into a cock and smoothing it with a glaze before shoving it in Ezio's ass. There were quite a few variations, and Ezio felt like snogging him senseless when he'd tried out the version that had nubs all along the side. They massaged his insides wonderfully, and Leonardo had made him cum for what felt like the hundredth time that night, his cock not even spurting out any cum anymore. Ezio's balls were empty, his ass was full, and everything felt amazing.

Well, almost everything. There was a persistent stinging in his shoulder, and not in the fun way, those rare times when Leonardo was feeling aggressive enough to maul Ezio's neck and chest with his mouth. This time, it was because a guard had gotten in a lucky shot, slashing down and through Ezio's neck if he hadn't dodged in time. Still, it ached whenever Ezio moved, and as Leonardo was a master at getting Ezio to lose all inhibitions, it was only a matter of time before he noticed.

"What's wrong, Ezio?"

"Hhng. What's wrong is you stopped fucking me, Leonardo. I think we can set a new record for how many times I cum tonight."

"No, you're injured, aren't you?"

Ezio rolled his eyes. "It's fine. Now keep doing that thing with the wood or I'm kicking you out and doing it myself."

Leonardo sat back on the bed and frowned. "Where is it?"

Ezio let out a defeated breath. Nothing would stop Leonardo in times like this. "My right shoulder." He relaxed into the bed as Leonardo left to get his medicine kit, something that had expanded greatly in the years he had known Ezio. Reaching back, Ezio grabbed the wooden cock and awkwardly dug it into his prostate, whimpering when Leonardo returned and pulled it out.

"Not now, caro, show me your shoulder first."

Ezio huffed but pulled off his shirt, turning away at Leonardo's sympathetic hiss. Mournfully, he looked back at the abandoned toy on the other side of the bed. Perhaps some other day.