Everything was perfect, he made sure of it this time. Leonardo's papers and brushes were all put away (and wasn't that a task and a half, how Leonardo found anything in his mess of a Bottega was a complete mystery to Ezio). The lube was set out, candles were lit, the windows were shut tight and the bed was freshly made (Ezio was looking forward to thoroughly unmaking it that night).

Rosa was out distracting Leonardo, but the sun was getting low and they were due back any moment. Ezio shucked his clothes and artfully laid them in a trail from the front door to the bedroom. Leonardo would be proud. Finally, laying down on the bed on his side, he slicked up his hand and gave his stiffening cock a few tugs.

The door opened and Leonardo and Rosa walked in, both holding bags of groceries. Ezio smirked when he saw Leonardo's mouth drop open and his pants tent. Rosa grabbed Leonardo's bag and set both of theirs on the table in the kitchen, then gave Ezio a thumbs up before leaving and locking the door behind her.

Ezio crooked his finger to beckon Leonardo over, licking his lips and arching his back to show off his chest. Leonardo stumbled his way to the bed, reaching out to grab Ezio's wrist. Ezio sharply inhaled, looking forward to being pushed into the sheets. Unfortunately, Leonardo only brought his hand back to his cock, deftly arranging his fingers and making other adjustments to Ezio's shoulders.

"What?" Ezio said, shifting to get up, but Leonardo just shushed him and pushed him back into place.

"Hold still, Ezio, you have no idea how good you look right now."

"Considering I set this u-mhf!" Ezio was cut off as Leonardo shoved a cloth into his mouth, tilting his head back and ordering him to close his eyes.

Ezio sighed through the gag, bracing himself for a long night of muscle cramps and numb limbs. He could hear things clattering to the floor and he flinched at the expensive-sounding crashes as Leonardo desperately dug through the closet to get an easel and his paints. Ezio ruefully resumed stroking his cock. Maybe if he moved slowly enough, he could still get an orgasm out of that night.