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They find themselves running into an abandoned building like their lives depend on it-- because their lives do depend on it. After ducking through multiple alleys and doubling back a few times, this seems like a safe enough and out-of-the-way place as they can find to let things cool off. Along the way, Doppio swears he can fight for himself, but Risotto stresses that it’s too risky. Risotto isn’t Capo of the La Squadra Esecuzioni for nothing. Doppio decides it’s best to trust his judgement.
They had met at a cafe to discuss a hit that The Boss wanted La Squadra to take care of as swiftly and discreetly as possible. An independent gang was quickly encroaching on The Boss’s territory.
When Doppio met Risotto at the cafe table, Risotto thought that Doppio was rather cute. The Boss must keep him around as a pet.
There was no need for pleasantries. This was work. Doppio told Risotto of the hit. He placed a photo face down on the table and slid it to Risotto. Risotto let his large fingers rest on Doppio’s petite hand. Doppio blushed slightly at the contact. Risotto sat with an elbow on the table and knuckles against his mouth. He smiled into them at Doppio’s reaction.
Doppio quickly withdrew his hand and continued to convey the information. Risotto picked up the photo, glanced at it casually then set it back onto the table. His eyes wander back to Doppio. Then they fixed on someone over Doppio’s shoulder. Risotto picked up the picture again, studied it and found that the person sitting a few tables behind Doppio was the same as in the picture.
Risotto put the photo into his pocket and said, “We’re leaving. Now.”
Risotto gives a look around to see if they were followed to the abandoned building. They should be safe, with the winding way they made their escape. With a quick use of his stand, Risotto unlocks the bolted door and rushes in with Doppio.
As soon as the door closes behind them, they run to the next room. Before they get there, Risotto’s well-trained ears pick up something. Someone’s coming and there’s no time to hide. With Doppio in front of him, Risotto reaches out and instinctively grabs him. He spins Doppio around, facing him. Doppio lets out a gasp at the sudden movement before Risotto wraps an arm around Doppio’s head, with his hand covering his mouth.
Risotto offers no explanation aside from a “Shhh!” Doppio’s head presses against Risotto’s chest which is bare aside from the harness he wears. Being so close, Doppio can’t help but take in Risotto’s scent and feel his heart pounding in his ear.
Doppio’s fear of being found was already making his own heart pound but being this close to the handsome 6’8” man is eliciting a new excitement. Before he has time to question his feelings, a metallic smell assaults Doppio’s senses, and he feels something crawl across his skin. Doppio notices a blue shimmer around Risotto before he doesn't see him anymore at all. He realizes this is Risotto’s stand. The plan must be to hide but that doesn’t quell the anxiety in Doppio’s stomach. He reaches out to hold onto the man who he can feel but can’t see. He puts his arms around Risotto, or at least he tries his best. With this, Risotto infers Doppio’s trepidation. He rests his chin atop Doppio’s head as an affirmation of protection. In response, Doppio attempts to relax into his protector.
The hit walks through the building not noticing them and leaves. Doppio tries to move from Risotto’s grasp, but he’s held steadfast. Risotto thinks this is just to be safe in case he comes back, but he finds that he’s enjoying himself.
With his stand active, Risotto can sense any iron around him. Even within Doppio. He can sense an increase in blood flow to Doppio’s crotch. Risotto grins to himself and squeezes Doppio tighter to test his reaction. Doppio lets out a muffled gasp, holds on to Risotto tighter and that telltale blood flow increases.
After a minute or two, Risotto decides it must be safe enough. He allows the iron powder to subside, but he keeps his hold on Doppio for a moment longer. Doppio feels his face warm as it flushes and Risotto can also feel this warmth on his chest. It’s safe to let go, but Doppio doesn’t want to. His mind is screaming to let go, but his body wants to stay in Risotto’s arms as long as it can. Doppio feels Risotto’s heartbeat quicken and he notices Risotto’s cock against his abdomen.
Risotto smiles to himself. “I think we’re safe enough, but we should stay a little longer.” He releases Doppio’s mouth and head from his grip.
Doppio doesn’t reply. At first he doesn’t move at all. After steeling himself, he looks up at Risotto, the blush on his face is screaming the thoughts going through his dirty mind.
The smile fades from Risotto’s face as he’s caught off guard by the pretty little face gazing up at him. Risotto cups Doppio’s face and runs his thumb over his lips. With a whimper, Doppio takes Risotto’s thumb into his eager mouth. As he sucks and licks at it, Doppio keeps his eyes locked on Risotto. Risotto’s cock, growing harder, twitches at the sensation. Doppio easily feels this against his abdomen. With a giggle, Doppio opens his mouth, releases Risotto’s thumb and releases his hold on him.
Doppio lets his hands roam to Risotto’s crotch. At the first touch, Doppio’s smile transforms to amazement as he feels all of Risotto’s length. Risotto is proud of his 10 inches and loves this reaction. For a moment, Doppio strokes him through his slacks, imagining how Risotto tastes and wondering if this would fit in his mouth.
Risotto lets out a low moan, “You aren’t gonna stop there are you?” He brings his hand up to Doppio’s face to cup it again. At Risotto’s touch, he feels all fear melt away. It’s replaced by a growing flame of desire. He leans into the large warm hand. Doppio loves feeling so small in Risotto’s grasp. He still feels safe in Risotto’s presence.
In a moment of clarity, Doppio says, “Ya know, this is very unprofessional.” Regardless, he still undoes Risotto’s pants. Doppio isn’t going to let clarity get in the way of having what he wants.
“You’re right. I won’t bill you for our time together.” Risotto replies with a chuckle and strokes Doppio’s cheek with his thumb.
“Haha, very fu…” Doppio’s sentence is cut off as an uncontrollable whimper falls from his mouth. He frees Risotto’s cock from his pants and his mouth is ajar from the weight of Risotto.
Feeling Risotto through his slacks does not compare to having his cock unsheathed and in his hands. Seeing Risotto’s hard cock in front of him makes Doppio salvate. He licks his lips hungrily as he realized that he can’t completely wrap his hands around his girth.
Risotto relishes in every expression Doppio makes in response to seeing him. He’s highly amused, but his amusement is replaced with awe when Doppio kneels and takes him into his mouth.
Doppio’s hands gently work the shaft as he sucks and licks at Risotto’s head. Risotto lets out a low growl of approval as his eyes naturally close for a moment. But he doesn’t want to miss out on the sight before him. This small pink haired angel kneeling and working his cock is a sight he cherishes.
Risotto cradles the back of Doppio’s head with one hand and caresses his hair with his thumb. Doppio releases Risotto for a moment, a string of spit connects him to Risotto.
The man grins, looking up through his blushing and freckles, “You taste good.” He smirks then takes as much as he can into his mouth. Muffled moans come from Doppio as drool drips from his chin with his mouth full of delicious cock.
To Doppio’s dismay, there’s still quite a bit that he can’t take in. His sadness doesn’t last long, when he looks back up at Risotto with his mouth full. The sight of this silver haired god above him encourages to try to take him deeper.
Risotto notices his effort and struggle, so he pushes Doppio’s head with encouragement as he bobs on Risotto’s cock. He starts gently at first, but as he gets lost in the sensation of Doppio’s mouth and soft tongue, he loses himself. Risotto is blinded by his desire. He wants to feel him deeper, more!
Doppio chokes on Risotto’s cock and tears flood Doppio’s eyes. He thinks he can take a little more, but after a few more thrusts, Doppio finds that it’s too much for him. Doppio struggles to stop and with desperate strength, removes Risotto’s hand from his head. He lets himself fall back onto the floor to catch his breath. He coughs, attempting to remove the sensation of Risotto from the back of his throat.
“Are you okay?” Risotto asks, realizing he went too hard. Risotto panics, thinking that in his lust he broke the angel before him. Doppio fans a hand at him. Risotto takes hold of his hand and helps him to his feet.
“I’m fine,” Doppio says as he stands. Risotto takes Doppio’s face in his hands again and gently wipes away the tears and residual spit. Looking into Risotto’s eyes, he sees concern and fear. Two things he‘d never expect to see from stoic Risotto.
“I’m sorry.” Risotto said and purses his lips together. He hesitates then leans down to kiss Doppio’s mouth. Doppio stands on the tips of his toes to meet him. They kiss and embrace, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues and each other’s bodies with their hands.
Doppio sucks Risotto’s lower lip into his mouth and gives it a good bite. Risotto growls into Doppio’s mouth and pulls away. Doppio gives a devilish grin from his angelic face. Risotto growls at him again and pushes Doppio up against the closest wall. His black eyes are an abyss with red hot passion burning at the core. Risotto kneels before smaller man and feverishly undoes Doppio’s pants. Once Doppio’s cock is free, Risotto delicately pulls back his foreskin and takes Doppio’s length into his mouth.
Doppio shutters from the sensation and lets out a moan as Risotto works his large tongue. He runs his fingers through Risotto’s silver locks. Without missing a beat, Risotto removes Doppio’s clothes. The next thing Doppio knows, he’s naked from the waist down.
With his mouth still on Doppio, Risotto lifts Doppio’s legs and puts each thigh on his shoulders. Even though he enjoys it, Doppio lets out an involuntary whine at being handled so easily, but Risotto doesn’t let this deter him. Risotto holds Doppio’s supple ass to support him and pushes Doppio against the wall. He continues to work at Doppio as he stands to his full height. Doppio’s purple sweater is the only thing shielding his soft skin from the cold wall behind him. In this precarious situation, Doppio lets out a whine and grasps Risotto’s hair for stability.
Risotto releases Doppio from his mouth and licks his lips. Looking up at the pink haired angel, he asks breathlessly, “You good?”
Doppio’s eager nod is accompanied by a whimper and weak but excited smile. He relaxes and puts full faith in this god before him. He finds himself within Risotto’s mouth again and rides the pleasure that his tongue is lavishing up on him. Doppio strains to stay quiet, knowing that danger still might not be far away.
Risotto takes advantage of having Doppio in this position and easily takes in his entire length. He doesn’t take his eyes off of Doppio, watching him come undone within his grasp. Doppio does his best to restrain the expression of pleasure rolling through his body. He brings a hand to his mouth to muffle the cry of pleasure that forces itself from him as he cums into Risotto’s hungry mouth.
Once milked fully, Risotto releases Doppio from his mouth. He smiles at him mischievously and gives the inside of Doppio’s thigh a gentle bite. Risotto doesn’t want to risk him crying out for the sake of his own desire to sink his teeth into Doppio. So, instead he continues kissing the delicate supple skin, encouraging the forming goosebumps.
Once Doppio catches his breath, he groans “I wanted to do that for you.” Doppio looks shyly though his blushing freckles, “I want you to cum.”
With his lips still on Doppio’s thigh, Risotto smirks, “Oh, we can fix that.” He gives one last nibble.
Risotto begins lowering Doppio and shrugs his thighs off his shoulders to let the crook of his knees rest under Risotto’s biceps. Doppio moves his hands to Risotto’s neck for support.
Risotto removes one hand from Doppio’s ass and with it, takes hold of his cock and touches Doppio’s entrance with the tip. Doppio blushes an even darker shade of red and lets out a small yelp.
This response makes Risotto hesitate. “If you want to stop, now is...”
Doppio cuts Risotto off. “No-no. This is good. Don’t stop… Please.” As Doppio speaks, he starts trembling with anticipation and excitement. His eyes are half lidded but determined. Risotto can see desire growing in Doppio’s gaze.
Risotto releases his cock and puts a couple fingers into Doppio’s mouth. Doppio sucks at them hungrily making them as wet as possible. He even moans into them for good measure. Risotto removes the slick digits and rubs the spit onto the tip of his cock.
Risotto gently lowers Doppio onto himself. He carefully studies each reaction that Doppio makes. Focusing on feeling and relaxing, Doppio naturally closes his eyes.
Doppio winces and Risotto stops.
Doppio relaxes and Risotto presses on further.
The anticipation is driving both of them wild but Risotto is calm and reserved. No matter how fucking amazing and tight Doppio feels on him, he has to stay level headed. The desire to protect this precious angel in his hands is still paramount.
Once Risotto is almost half way in, he begins moving, thrusting slowly just to the previous point. He notices that Doppio’s wincing stops and it’s replaced with light moans. He gently presses a little further with each thrust, as difficult as it is to quell the urge to completely take him.
Doppio opens his heavenly brown eyes, meeting Risotto’s abyssal ones. They tell of the pleasure Risotto’s giving him. His mouth is open, letting his moans fall effortlessly. Everything in Doppio’s world is Risotto- his scent, the sound of his breathing quickening, the sight of the godly man caging him against the wall, and the sensation of being completely filled with him.
Risotto gulps at the sight of the heavenly man before him. So trusting and his eyes begging for more. He’s completely at Risotto’s mercy. Risotto inches deeper and deeper into Doppio.
One more thrust - one more inch.
One more thrust - one more inch.
Soon, Doppio is finally to Risotto’s hilt.
Now the wall is a hindrance instead of support. Risotto takes a step back, away from the wall. Risotto squeezes Doppio with an ass cheek in each hand.
As if reading his mind, Doppio tightens his grip around Risotto’s neck and moans, “Okay.”
In a combination of thrusting and bouncing Doppio on him, Risotto starts his pace slow. With Doppio’s hushed moans resuming, Risotto picks up his pace and intensity.
He lets instinct take over.
The sounds coming from Doppio are music to Risotto’s ears. The expression on his face more beautiful than any art he’ll ever see. He drinks in this experience and promises to himself that it won’t be the last. Risotto gives Doppio’s ass a hard squeeze and although Doppio yelps, it’s a cry of pleasure.
He forces his eyes open and looks at Risotto, ashamed for a moment at the outburst, but Risotto smirks at him. “Come here” Risotto says and Doppio pulls his face closer to the godly man. Risotto kisses him without losing his rhythm and even picks up his pace. Doppio moans into his mouth. Risotto releases him of the kiss and trails kisses to his cheek, to his neck, under his ear and gives a firm bite to Doppio’s neck. Doppio cries out at the jolt of pain but it’s punctuated with pleasure as this push is all Doppio needs to reach ecstasy again. Doppio tries unsuccessfully to quiet his cry as his cock pumps out a small amount of cum that lands on his abdomen. Smiling, Risotto licks the mark he created with his large soft tongue.
Risotto rests his forehead on Doppio’s shoulder. He increases his pace to chase his own orgasm quickly coming into reach. His quiet pants turn into his growls and moans that match Doppio’s but in a lower tone. In between moans, Doppio plants kisses at Risotto’s check and neck, and Doppio gets an idea. Doppio bites into Risotto’s neck as hard as he had been bitten a minute ago. The sensation pushes Risotto over the edge. His body gives a shudder as his orgasm courses through his body. His eyes shut tight and he roars into Doppio’s shoulder, releasing into him. Doppio savors the sensation of Risotto’s pumping cock.
Risotto stands there for a minute holding his lover in his arms savoring every last second of intimacy. Doppio’s doing the same, while clutching at Risotto’s neck, but Doppio’s the first to make a move. He kisses Risotto gently at the bite mark he created and nibbles at his ear lobe.
Risotto winces. Which is another reaction Doppio expected to never see. “Don’t do that unless you’re ready for round three.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna need time to re-coop.” Doppio said hoarsely and attempting to clear his throat.
Risotto feels a pang of guilt but chuckles as he steps to the wall and presses Doppio’s back to it once again. He lifts Doppio and lets himself slide out. Immediately, Doppio’s saddened by the emptiness he feels. He’s distracted from that sensation when his feet touch the ground, and his legs give out. Risotto catches him before he’s able to fall.
Doppio blushes and chuckles, “I… I guess that took a lot out of me.”
Risotto suppresses the feeling of guilt and kisses Doppio’s pink crown as a reply. Risotto walks him over to his clothes. Doppio’s taken back for a moment as this mountain of a man who’s strong enough to move his body to his will, is gently dressing him. As Risotto helps Doppio into his boxer briefs, he notices a trail of his cum running down Doppio’s inner thigh. The sight makes Risotto’s cock twitch with a renewed hunger.
“Let’s go back to my place to clean up.” Risotto blurts out as he finishes helping Doppio into his pants. “I’ll make sure you’re safe.”
“No. I’m fine, really.” Doppio promises weakly.
In response, Risotto lets go of Doppio and he nearly falls again. “Uh-huh. You’re coming home with me.” Doppio frowns but agrees it’s probably for the best.
Risotto gets Doppio into his shoes then stand him up against the wall for support while dressing himself. Once they’re both decent, Risotto scoops Doppio into his arms without warning. Doppio feels a stubborn frustration and wants to protest, but he enjoys being held close again.
Risotto approaches the door and before opening it, the familiar blue glow surrounds him and the metallic smell returns. “It’s safer this way.” Risotto explains.
Before he disappears completely, Doppio frowns at Risotto. “Why didn’t we make an escape like this 20 minutes ago?
“What, and miss out on all the fun we had?” Replied the body-less bassy voice. Doppio could hear the sly grin creep across Risotto’s face. Doppio couldn’t help agreeing.
Risotto opens the door and steps out into the sunlight.
“Ya know, we should do this again, Angel.” Doppio furrows his brow at the pet name but blushes all the same.