[ the time is 12:34am and ezio's phone lights up with a message. the name attached is familiar, even if the username isn't, and there are no texts. it's just a pic, the lighting dim but perfect enough to highlight the angles and curves of his body and all of the freckles that are practically everywhere. he's on his knees, tastefully naked, and his free hand – the one not holding the camera – is slowly pushing its way down between his legs.
text; temp un: sweet potato
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