A/N: Leonardo’s birthday is coming up on April 15th and I just finished my first readthrough of his route. What better way to celebrate this man than to create something he’s the focus of?
I have not read anything outside of his main route and romantic ending. Any similarity to side stories is purely coincidental.
Pairing: Just Leonardo and his thoughts.
Setting: Shortly after the moment in his route where he has told MC what he is and what happened between them after that. This is pretty angst-driven.
Word Count: 568
Smoking is a filthy habit. I really should quit. Then again, what does it matter? It won’t kill me.
Still the cigarillo remains between my lips, unlit. I can’t quite bring myself to light it. Why not?
I know the answer. Yeah, I do.
I sigh as I remove it, turning it between my fingers. When had I even started smoking? I can’t remember. It was so long ago. Memories from that time are hazy, half-heard melodies playing in a distant room that I can almost make out. But not quite.
Ever since I met you in someday in April, I knew that my journey with you is going to last long. This is the 3rd year celebrating your birthday, I wish you all the best things in the whole world.
I’m looking forward for nexr year and many more years together ❤
Prompt: Leonardo - Knowing someone else can hear For:@aaviav Warnings: Aphrodisiac, for the sole purpose of the piece said residents office is next to the library NSFW. Leonardo da Vinci is officially renames Leonardo da-la-dickme.
“Leo.. please..” Your hands hastily tugging at his golden clasp of his belt, an urgency in your movements. The immortal laughing slightly at the situation at hand. Your words breaking the kiss that had left you mind-blanked for a good few moments. Everything and anything in your mind focusing on him right.
“Steady now Cara Mia,” He teases, keeping a calm posture on the outside, but on the inside he’s just as a mess as you are - only he’s better at not showing it. The thought of what you were planning on doing, was thrilling to you both and stirring your arousal on further.
“Leonardo..” you whimper softly, your eyes shining up to him as they are riddled with lust, unable to hide anything your feeling as it’s written all over your face. It’s simply all too much right now, the strong urges between your thigh causing you to act on impulse. “I can’t wait..”.
“‘Scusa, you little minx,” Unable to resist, turning you around as he nips playfully at your ear. A gloved palm dipping beneath the front bonnet of your dress to cup and fondle a breast, a nipple being tweaked and twisted in his grip. The other bunched up your skirt in ruffles as he slides a beneath the cotton of your underwear to find your sex slickened and awaiting his touch. The tease of fingers, followed by a moan as he pushed one - quickly followed by another - knuckle deep inside you. Leonardo letting his own sign of approval in a low groan against your ear as he pumps in and out of you. The fear of being interrupted where you were didn’t cross your mind once as the aphrodisiac burned flames of passion inside you. Stirring want and need that made your toes curl, your pussy throb and left more sensitive than normal.
Arthur had found it comical to give you both presents, claiming they were from the other - a valentines special. A box of chocolates for you and a pack of exotic orange cigarillos for Leonardo, knowing both of you would be unable to resist. Only they was laced with a potency of aphrodisiacs which had the main cause as to why you bent against a bookcase with Leonardo fingering you to the point your cries could be heard in the following room - not that either of you cared as coincidently Arthur’s study was said following room. And you both just happened to know he was in there working on his latest chapters. Payback, you both thought but never said aloud.
“Leonardo.. please..” you begged as he pushed your palms flat against the wooden shelving, the sound of clinking metal made your mouth positively water profoundly. Not even whining when he pulled his fingers to do so.
“Let’s give our old friend a thank you he won’t forget,” Leonardo breathed huskily into your ear, both hands now on your hips as he pulled you back to meet his thrust, sheathing himself to the hilt with one powerful thrust. Both of you moaning out, your head thrown back against his broad shoulder. Keeping control as he pulled you back into his sharp, deep, kneeling buckling thrusts.
Slapping skin and moans of pure primal desire were heard as clear as day to the flirtatious writer. A smirk on his face as he placed his quill down, along with his glasses, beaten at his own game of tricks.
Just… sitting here thinking about tactile Leonardo.
He’s an artist, an inventor; he tinkers with things, fixes things, uses his hands a lot.
His hands are an extension of his eyes - with them he can see things in a different way. He uses his hands to understand how something is made, the parts that make up its sum, and he familiarizes himself with whatever it is by feeling it.
You are no different. You may not be a piece of machinery to be fixed or clay to be sculpted, but you are something he wants to understand. He wants to know about the parts that make up your sum, and he uses his hands to do so.
Absentminded touches… the kind you get when you sit with him while he’s working. His mind is fully focused on his work, but every now and again his hands are focused on you. Fingers carding gently through your hair, lightly stroking your cheek, palm resting on your knee or the small of your back, infusing warmth into your skin wherever his hand touches.
Proprietary touches… the kind you get when the two of you are out and about, maybe you’re accompanying him to town for errands or odd jobs he’s picking up. His arm looped casually around your shoulder as the two of you walk down the street, fingers twined with yours when he holds your hand. It makes you a little giddy that this sophisticated, beautiful, and insanely talented and popular man chooses to openly show that he belongs to you.
Teasing touches… the kind you get when you are all alone in the quiet comfort and familiarity of his messy bedroom. Laid out in bed before him like some kind of delicacy. His large, calloused hands warm as they roam over all the parts of your body you’ve named as his to explore. Gentle caresses, meant to heighten your anticipation of what’s to come. Loving touches, meant to convey the depth of his affection for you. Everywhere he touches lights a fire in your skin, making you writhe in pleasure, your heart bathed with love for him.
Reassuring touches… the kind he gives you when you’re fully sated, lying in his arms and basking in the afterglow of complete satisfaction. The kind that tell you, far better than any words ever could, that he is yours and yours alone, and that you will never have to worry about those touches being given to another. His hands are yours to keep, an extension of himself and his love for you.
Yeahhhh… just thinking about how tactile Leonardo is.
