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I want to fuck you.
I’d like to see you try…
The words reverberate in Doppio’s head the next day. What was I thinking!? This is something he’s been wanting for a long time but to actually say it, let alone do it… When Doppio tries to imagine it, he just can’t. This is something unexplored and that terrifies Doppio.
Usually, when he thinks of sex his boyfriend, he sees him as a silver haired god. The way he makes Doppio feel and the things they do together make Doppio’s head spin. He loves being controlled and being the plaything in Risotto’s grasp. He feels like that role fits him very well.
As he goes about his day, his insecurities accompany him. If he can focus on his day, it would progress as normal, but then he’ll hear those words intruding his mind again.
I wanna fuck you.
I’d like to see you try...
He’s fixating on them again, and the tortuous cycle repeats. The day feels infinitely long, but then again, maybe that’s a good thing. Then it takes longer to have to face his boyfriend. He hates this dread. Seeing Risotto after a long day is what he usually looks forward to most.
As he’s forced to think about it, there’s one thing that draws a smile across his face and makes him blush deeply. He’s excited to see Risotto under him, the same way he’s normally viewed, while Risotto is towering over him. He wants to make Risotto feel the way he feels under Risotto’s shadow. This thought gives him comfort. He tries to encourage his mind to focus here when those words continue to intrude.
...
Doppio gets home and takes a deep breath before opening the door. He reaches for the knob with a trembling hand. He wishes it was from excitement this time. Once he’s inside and closes the door behind him, he sees Risotto’s shoes on the rack. He breathes out the long sigh that he’s holding. He removes his own shoes, and steeling himself, resolves to find Risotto.
He finds his boyfriend in the bedroom with reading glasses on, lounging on the bed with a book. Doppio sees he’s reading The Stand for the third time. Doppio isn’t the least bit interested in the book.
Doppio walks to his side of the bed and notices a towel and a bottle of lube on his side of the bed. At the sight of these items, his heart starts to pound in his chest and he feels his dick twitch. Doppio sits at the edge of the bed looking away from Risotto. With his eyes still on the page, Risotto asks, “What’s wrong?” His tone is stern, but there’s no anger in his voice.
Doppio jumps at the sound of his boyfriend’s beautifully deep voice. It sends a chill of arousal down his spine, but he panics for a moment, “Nothing? I-I’m fine. It’s nothing.” His apprehension seeps into his words as he speaks.
Removing his glasses, Risotto marks his page within the book, and places the items on the nightstand. He puts his large hand on Doppio’s shoulder, engulfing it completely. Doppio savors the touch of his lover before Risotto pulls forcefully causing Doppio to fall back onto the bed with a yelp. Risotto leans over his face looking down at him. “Are you going to make me ask again?” He absentmindedly traces the pattern on Doppio’s sweater as he awaits a reply.
Doppio swallows and turns his head to look away from the man towering over him. “About yesterday…” Doppio begins.
“Mhmm?” Risotto replies, unsurprised. He lets his finger trace down to Doppio’s chest.
“What I said… You said… I’ve just been thinking about it and…”
Risotto interrupts him in a voice deep and silky, “Oh, I have too.” He plants a kiss on the open neck before him. Doppio whimpers at the feeling of the warm lips on his skin.
Doppio struggles to speak before all his blood leaves his brain to rush to other parts of his body, “I don’t think... I mean I don’t know…”
He’s cut off again, but this time, it’s by Risotto turning his head to face him. “What’s there to know. There will be you and me. Everything will be fine.”
“Yeah, but… I have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t want to hurt you.” Doppio finally admits as his lip quivering with apprehension. Although Doppio is five years older than Risotto, his inexperience diminishes his confidence.
Risotto strokes Doppio’s hair with a kind smile. “My precious boy. You’re not going to hurt me.” He kisses Doppio’s forehead. “I can make you stop, if I needed. You trust me right?” Looking up into Risotto’s eyes, Doppio feels his anxiety fade. He nods at his silver haired god above him.
“Good, because I trust you too.” Doppio is caught by surprise at these words. Risotto kisses him deeply and gives his nipple a pinch. Doppio moans, breaking the kiss. They smile at each other and Doppio sits up to reignite the kiss. Risotto’s relieved that Doppio’s familiar eagerness has returned and he indulges his little pink haired angel.
In the normal fashion, Doppio swiftly removes his clothes throughout their kissing. Risotto chuckles at Doppio’s deftness, but only one of them is naked. Risotto takes Doppio’s hands and places them at the center of his chest, touching his fingers to the harness he always wears. Doppio wastes no time. He undresses Risotto quickly and carefully. Risotto notices how Doppio is biting his lower lip with each piece of clothing removed.
Once they’re both finally naked, Risotto sits back against the headboard and waits for Doppio’s next move. Doppio crawls onto Risotto’s lap, straddling him and lavishes more kisses upon him. As they kiss, their hardening cocks rub against each other and between their abdomens. Doppio’s average cock is a little over half the size of Risotto’s 10 inches.
They love the way they look together. They love the way they feel together even more.
Risotto sees where Doppio would let this go if not stopped. So, he breaks the kiss and instead kisses the pink haired man along the neck. “Didn’t you have something else in mind?” Risotto says before licking the entire length of Doppio’s neck. A whimper leaves Doppio’s body and it’s accompanied by a shiver. Doppio’s face is already flushed red, but it deepens at the remembrance.
To quell any fear, Risotto cups Doppio’s face, looks into his eyes and says, “I’m excited to feel you inside of me.” Doppio lets out a loud uncontrolled whine. He covers his mouth with his hand out of embarrassment. Removing his hand he giggles, pecks Risotto on the lips and hops off of the bed.
Doppio excitedly opens the drawer of the nightstand. He moves aside the nearly empty box of Risotto’s extra large condoms. He tears open his box of regular-sized condoms that had been sitting in the drawer unopened for months. He takes one out, closes the drawer and turns to go back to the bed.
Risotto lays there, waiting for him, relaxed and calm as ever. Doppio takes a moment to let his eyes dance across Risotto’s tan skin and firm body. Risotto notices Doppio’s admiration and gives his cock a good stroke, “Are you going to keep me waiting?”
Another whimper falls from Doppio and his cock bounces at the excitement. “No. No. I just can’t help looking at you.” Doppio replies blushing through his freckles. He gets on the bed and sits on his haunches between Risotto’s open and waiting legs.
Doppio tears open the condom wrapper and the reality of the moment hits him. Apprehension overtakes him as he looks at the gorgeous silver haired, 6’8” mountain of a man before him. His heart races and each pump fills his veins with panic.
Risotto notices this sudden shift within Doppio. He sits up to meet him and looks him in the eye. Doppio attempts to swallows but his mouth has gone dry. Risotto’s large hand envelops Doppio’s cock and gives it a few long slow strokes. Doppio can’t help but let a slight moan escape his lips at the touch of his lover.
Doppio finds his voice and stutters, “I-I’ve n-never…” The embarrassment and fear in his voice ends his sentence for him.
Risotto kisses into the tuft of pink hair at his crown and takes the condom from his hand. Risotto pulls the foreskin back and rolls the condom onto him. Doppio whimpers at the sensation. Risotto cups Doppio’s face in his hands, “There’s a first time for everything.” Risotto kisses him deeply. “Isn’t that right, my precious boy?” Risotto kisses him again before he can answer.
When he pulls away, he can still read the apprehension written on Doppio’s red and freckled face. “I-I’m still afraid I’ll hurt you.” Doppio repeats, getting to the heart of the matter. Risotto chuckles and gives Doppio one last deep kiss. He looks into his lover’s beautiful brown eyes and invites, “I’d like to see you try.” Behind the smirk that Risotto wears proudly on his face, Doppio sees trust in those breathtaking black eyes.
Risotto casually lays back, takes the bottle of lube next to him and tosses it to Doppio. Doppio catches it… almost. After fumbling with the bottle for a moment, he squeezes some lube onto his fingers. He puts a tentative left hand on Risotto’s knee. Doppio rubs the lube around in his hand to warm it.
Doppio bites his lower lip as he touches Risotto. He can’t resist massaging the sack before him, while he gently traces the entrance with the pad of his finger. Pressing into him, Risotto relaxes to the touch and lets out a sigh at the sensation.
With this encouragement, Doppio gently inserts a second finger and waits for Risotto to relax into him. Risotto lets out another breath and Doppio works him a little, gently testing things out. Given a moment, Doppio adds a third finger. He enjoys seeing Risotto with his eyes closed, head back receiving what Doppio is giving him. With three fingers fully inside his lover, Doppio moves them in and out, causing Risotto to sigh.
With his left hand, Doppio takes hold of Risotto’s cock and works the head in time with the fingers of the other hand. Doppio swells with excitement. He can’t take his eyes off of Risotto. He wonders if these feelings of love, pride and control are what Risotto feels as he’s playing with Doppio.
Doppio begins to pick up his pace, but then Risotto puts his large hand around Doppio’s own hand at his cock. “That feels good, but we’re here for something else.” Risotto hands the towel to Doppio. He withdraws his fingers, wipes the lube off of them and tosses the towel to the foot of the bed.
Taking the bottle of lube again, he squirts a dollop in his hand and rubs it on his sleeved cock. Doppio tentatively moves closer to Risotto. Doppio takes his cock in his trembling hand and touches Risotto’s entrance.
Doppio’s heart is racing in his chest. He’s excited but still nervous as hell. He takes hold of Risotto’s thigh. As he begins to enter him, Doppio looks to the silver haired man before him. Risotto already has his eyes fixed on Doppio. He’s ever stoic, but he gives a small smile and an encouraging nod to his pink haired lover. Doppio grips at Risotto’s thigh as he presses himself in fully.
Now that he’s finally inside Risotto, he starts moving. His thrusts are poorly timed and somewhat erratic. Risotto relaxes and accepts his lover’s efforts with patience.
Doppio’s face is flush but this time it’s not just from arousal. He wants this so desperately, but he feels so out of place. This is new, so it should feel exciting right? He continues though. He tries his best to suppress thoughts of self-consciousness. Risotto can tell something’s wrong with the way Doppio is avoiding looking at him. Doppio usually loves eye contact and moans loudly when he’s enjoying himself but he’s doing neither.
In an effort to speak to his lover, Risotto begins, “Doppi…” but his own body cuts him off. Doppio looks to the sound of his name and catches a reaction from Risotto. In an instant he sees Risotto’s eyes widen, his brow furrows and his jaw drop slightly. Was that a moan? Did I find it? Testing the spot again, Doppio repeats the action. Risotto’s eyes close and he grips at the sheets. Doppio can’t take his eyes off his lover now. He studies each reaction. Doppio finds his rhythm with this development.
Once Doppio stops thinking of any shortcomings, he starts to feel like he’s finally making love to Risotto.
Risotto’s reactions fuel a flame within Doppio. He wants more. He needs more. Nothing else in the words matters to Doppio in this moment other than encouraging Risotto to ecstasy. Doppio takes hold of both of Risotto’s thighs and presses them back. Allowing Doppio to get even deeper. Doppio lifts himself onto his haunches and begins thrusting into Risotto harder.
More.
He needs more of Risotto.
Risotto has stopped thinking long ago. His body is overwhelmed with the sensations Doppio is pounding into him. His eyes shut tight savoring the sensation. Moans and growls rolling from his mouth.
Spurred on by the beautiful sounds of Risotto, Doppio lets instinct take over. A ravenous hunger takes hold of him. He grips at Risotto’s large thighs and presses his fingers into the flesh. He pins them back onto Risotto.
The movement makes Risotto open his eyes to find Doppio towering over him. A dark expression is on his face. His lips are curled into a panting crooked grin, eyes unmoving and brimming with a roaring fire of desire. Risotto feels a primal hunger being pumped into him. With every thrust, Risotto’s pleasure rises, but he also feels a fearful excitement rise as well.
Seeing his boyfriend in such a rage like this sends excited chills down Risotto’s spine. He relishes in the feeling of being overtaken by his lover. Complex thoughts are beyond Risotto in this moment. For one who usually has silver tongue, he’s now a panting, growling mess under his small aggressive lover.
Risotto can feel Doppio’s nails nearly piercing his skin as he tightens his grip. The sting sends a roar from Risotto as his eyes shut tight again. He’s had enough. He needs to cum now. He takes a hold of his hard cock and in a few pumps, he cums, spilling onto his abdomen. The excitement releases a torrent of pleasure in his body. His orgasm crashes into him as he tightens around Doppio’s cock.
Doppio licks his lips hungrily watching Risotto cum and this only fans the raging fire within him. Doppio gives one long deep thrust and stops as Risotto is filled to the hilt. Doppio presses into Risotto pinning his knees back to the bed. Risotto feels his pool of cum spilling off him and onto the bed.
As he towers over Risotto, Doppio lets out a single word, a command in a deep long growl. “More.” The pink haired man before him strikes fear in Risotto and he’s loving every fucking second of it.
Buying a moment to quell the over-sensitivity from his orgasm, Risotto grabs Doppio by the back of the neck and pulls his face to him with a fist full of hair. Risotto’s fingers grip tight at Doppio’s pink locks, but Doppio is unwavering. Typically an action like this leaves Doppio whimpering, but tonight only one thing will quench the fire raging inside this man.
Doppio’s pupils are fully dilated nearly swallowing any remaining brown. Relishing in this feral side, Risotto releases his hold and replies to Doppio’s command by calmly saying, “Fuck me then.”
Although he shouldn’t be, Risotto is surprised when Doppio lets out a low growl and he thrusts into him with a savage desire. With a snarl on Doppio’s lips, he leans into Risotto, pressing his full weight into the man below him. Doppio digs his nails into the soft flesh of Risotto’s thighs, piercing them. Crimson spills onto Doppio’s fingers and rolls down to the sheets.
Risotto hisses from the sting, but he locks eyes with Doppio renewing his challenge. Doppio looming above Risotto, releases his left hand and smears it through the remnants of Risotto’s mess on his abdomen. Without losing his rhythm, he takes a lick at his palm tasting Risotto’s cum and his blood. He extends his hand to Risotto who eagerly accepts the digits into his mouth, moaning into them. Risotto tastes the bitterness of his cum in combination with the tang of blood.
Once licked clean, Doppio drags his hand down from Risotto’s mouth, through to his abdomen to replenish the fluid. With his hand slathered to his satisfaction, Doppio takes a hold of Risotto’s hard cock and pumps in tandem with his thrusts.
With Doppio’s tight, wet grip on Risotto, his eyes shut as he feels another orgasm approaching. He grips onto the bed with white-knuckles as he cries out, and cums again. His cock pumps a last bit of warm cum onto his abdomen and it joins the cool waiting mess.
With Risotto constricting on Doppio’s cock, Doppio’s orgasm erupts within him. He grips at Risotto’s thighs again causing new streams of crimson to flow. He roars deep and loud, shutting his eyes tight and throwing his head back. Risotto watches breathless as his lover rides his ecstasy. The sting of Doppio’s nails is quelled by the pumping sensation he feels from the cock inside of him.
When Doppio’s roar subsides, a ragged breath remains. He brings his dead down and opens his eyes. Doppio’s big brown eyes meets Risotto’s. Risotto smiles at his lover. The expression spurs a torrent of trembling within Doppio. Risotto’s face changes to concern. He opens his arms to Doppio. With repulsion, Doppio releases Risotto’s legs and collapses into his waiting embrace. He presses to Risotto’s fluid covered body, and rests his dead at his chest. The two men hold each other in silence. Their panting is the only sound to fill the void of silence between them.
Risotto strokes Doppio’s hair, removing strands of pink that stick to his face. Risotto feels a drop of wet on his chest as a tear falls from Doppio. “I’m sorry,” can barely be heard from Doppio.
“What for? That was great!” Risotto replies, smoothing Doppio’s hair.
Doppio looks at Risotto through the tears in his eyes. “Great!?” Doppio holds up a bloodied hand between their faces. “I made you bleed! I hurt you! I did this!” Tears stream from Doppio’s face to Risotto’s chest.
Risotto gently takes Doppio’s hand and kisses his palm then removes it from his face. Doppio sees patience and adoration in Risotto’s eyes. “You think that bothers me? Do you honestly think that I’d let you do something that I’m not ok with? This isn’t my first time having something like this happen.”
Doppio looks away, “Well it’s my first time.”
“Yes, it was.” Risotto takes Doppio’s face in his hands like he’s done countless times before. “And it was great.” Risotto signs dramatically and reiterates, “Really great!”
Doppio blushes but accepts the praise. He smiles and bites his lip. Risotto continues, “You’re so good for me, my precious Doppio.”
Doppio stretches up to kiss Risotto. Before their lips can meet, a whine escapes Doppio’s lips as his now flacid dick slips from Risotto. Risotto takes up the distance by meeting him halfway and kisses him deeply.
Doppio smiles as he pulls away. He moves to sit back up, but the stickiness from Risotto’s mess sends a chill down his spine as he peels himself from his lover. Doppio releases another whine at the at the sensation. Risotto just watches Doppio, amused by all his cute sounds.
Sitting up, Doppio removes his condom and tosses it into the wastebasket next to the bed. Risotto looks at Doppio, face streaked with tears, body glistening in sweat, his front covered in his lover’s cum, hands covered in drying blood and pink hair a complete mess.
Risotto chuckles to himself, “We need to get you cleaned up.”
Doppio replies, “Speak for yourself!” Risotto is also covered in his own cum, on his abdomen and sides. Fingerprints of blood litter Risotto’s body, with prominent streaks along his thighs.
Risotto stands and extends a hand to Doppio. He takes it and also stands. Risotto says, “We’ll need new sheets too. Let’s get burgundy so you don’t ruin them next time.” He can never resist a chance to tease Doppio.
Doppio furrows his brow at his boyfriend and dramatically withdraws his hand, “Next time?” He shakes his head and begins to walk out of the room.
“Yes, next time!” Risotto punctuates his sentence with a pinch at Doppio’s ass. Doppio squeaks and runs out of the room. Risotto gives chase and corners Doppio in the bathroom. Doppio yelps once he’s been caught.
Risotto pins his small lover to the wall and kisses him. Risotto is merciless as he trails tickles down Doppio’s sides. Doppio lets out a playful long exaggerated “Nooooooo!” at the touch. Doppio giggles and squirms. Risotto lets him escape, but he doesn’t run far. He stands in front of the sink to wash Risotto’s blood and cum from his hands. Risotto stands behind him, puts his hands on Doppio’s hips and rests his head on top of Doppio’s.
As Doppio scrubs his hands, Risotto watches him through the mirror. He takes note of how his form towers above Doppio and he smiles. Doppio shakes the excess water from his hands and dries them with a towel then turns to face his lover.
“Why did you wash your hands before a shower? That’s weird.” Risotto playfully teases him again.
“Why not? It's a totally normal and not weird thing to do. Besides, we don’t wanna get your blood and jizz all over the place!”
Risotto presses a kiss into Doppio’s forehead and takes in his smell, “Well, I love getting your jizz all over me.” Risotto also can’t resist a chance to get a reaction from Doppio.
As Risotto expects, Doppio blushes at the thought. Risotto gives him one more long kiss at his hair then trails kisses down his forehead, cheek and places his lips over Doppio’s and without making contact says, “But I’m spent, let’s wash up.” Risotto turns around, smiling at himself and runs the shower water.
Doppio’s left in a daze and wanting with a hardening cock. Brow furrowed, Doppio mumbles something and gets in the shower behind Risotto.
Since bathing together isn’t an option with Risotto’s size, they’ve perfected showers. It’s not a daily activity, but it’s something fun that they enjoy as aftercare. Especially, with much as they both love messy sex, it’s a much deserved after sex ritual. They have it down to a science at this point.
They take turns washing each other’s hair. Risotto will wash Doppio’s and then Doppio will wrap his arms around Risotto as he gently massages conditioner into the long pink locks. Doppio relishes the feeling of the large fingers running through his hair from root to tip. When it’s Risotto’s turn, he sits facing away from Doppio. Among washing his hair, Doppio will massage his shoulders with his elbows. Each time Doppio comments about holding his stress there or needing to relax more. He lovingly presses an elbow into each shoulder to massage as he lectures his boyfriend. Risotto just hums an affirmative and relaxes under Doppio’s touch.
Once they’re both clean, Risotto turns off the water and steps out, dripping all over the bath mat. He hands a towel to Doppio before half-heartedly drying himself. Doppio continues to stand in the shower as he dries his entire body. He towel dries a foot then steps out, dries the next foot then steps out completely, and lastly wraps the towel around his head. Risotto watches him be ridiculously meticulous when he’s barely runs the towel over his silver locks then wraps it around himself while he’s still mostly damp.
Doppio cleans the marks on Risotto’s legs and places a band aid on each one. Risotto tells him that he’s perfectly capable of taking care of himself, but Doppio insists since he caused it. It’s important for Doppio to take care of his lover, so Risotto relinquishes to his boyfriend’s wish. Of course, every so often Risotto yelps out in faux pain or moves his leg away, making Doppio chase after the wound with an open band aid.
They discuss what they should have for dinner as they brush their wet hair. Neither of them have the energy to make anything, so leftovers it is. They get dressed in their normal evening attire: Risotto in boxer briefs and socks, where as Doppio puts on his own boxer briefs and his favorite t-shirt of Risotto’s- Slayer’s 1990 European Tour. Doppio decides to just lets his pink locks fall loose at his shoulders tonight.
Since the mess was “his fault,” Doppio volunteers to change the bed sheets while Risotto gets dinner ready. As he removes the sheets from the bed, a strange feeling comes over him. Is he proud? He smiles to himself and feels a courage for the next time he tops. He throws the soiled sheets in the wash and grabs clean ones from the closet. He puts the sheets on and makes the bed neatly. He looks at the clean bed with a proud smile and hands on his hips and says, “Next time.” He flips off the light as he exits the room still wearing a smile.
Risotto heats up all the leftovers in the fridge. Not because he couldn’t decide or because he didn’t care. It’s because he’s hungry enough to eat all of it.
They watch TV and eat. Risotto wants to watch a horror movie, but Doppio insists on eating first. Once they finish, Risotto puts in their Evil Dead VHS. Doppio places their dishes in the sink and grabs a blanket to cover them both, but Doppio mostly uses it to hide if things get too intense. Although only unnerving, he likes the way Risotto wraps his arm around him if he jumps from a scare. So, each time, he exaggerates a little, which Risotto is fully aware of.
About an hour into the movie, Doppio falls asleep in Risotto’s arms. Risotto lets his cute boyfriend sleep. He doesn’t have the heart to disturb Doppio; plus, he really wants to finish his movie. Once it’s over, he points the remote at the TV and turns it off. He gently scoops Doppio into his arms and carries him to the bedroom.
This action wakes Doppio, but he pretends to be asleep because he loves when Risotto carries him. Risotto is fully aware that he’s awake, but plays along. He loves carrying Doppio to bed and tucking him in. Once Doppio is settled to his liking, Risotto does one last pass of the house, making sure windows are closed and the door’s locked. He notices the sheets in the washer. He sees the blood has stained as he moves them to the dyer. He decides he’ll deal with them in the morning, as he smiles at the marks.
He comes back into the bedroom to find Doppio actually asleep. The pink haired angel is in the exact middle of the bed in a sea of blankets. Risotto smiles at his angelic boyfriend. He gets into bed and snuggles the man into his chest. He thinks of this evening and with love and gratitude. As he falls asleep with his arms around his lover, he thanks whatever forces that be for this angel in his arms. And he prays for many many more amazing nights like this one. Tonight, stoic Risotto falls asleep with a smile on his face.