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Doppio let himself sink into the plush covers of his hotel bed. He mushed his face up against a pillow, grumbling darkly to himself. His body was wracked with tension and his joints ached from far too many nights spent on stakeout. His overdressed hotel room was nice to come back to after those grueling hours spent playing watchdog but he longed for home. How long had he been on this mission? What month was it? This was grunt work, he swore it was. The Boss must have had a million other subordinates, maybe an underling on probation that he was itching to get out of the public light, that he could have thrown away on this desolate mission. He was the underboss of Passione, goddammit! It was downright cruel to send him on a months-long expenditure with no end in sight. All to watch some tiny, insignificant faction that the Boss has suspicions were planning a rebellion.
It was so pointless and Doppio was so, so sick of being on this mission already. The Boss must have been able to sense Doppio’s malcontent as little gifts, like chocolates on his bedside table and luxurious cashmere sweaters in his closet started appearing. The gesture was sweet. But it was hardly enough to curb Doppio’s appetite for freedom.
Not to mention the fact that such an intensive mission left very little personal time.
Doppio huffed, flipping himself onto his back. He was frustrated in every sense of the word. The boss hadn’t been calling him as much recently, either. He supposed the gifts were also an apology for the Boss’ absence. He was getting lonely. For a man who had spent most of his adult life in isolation, that was no small feat.
He missed the Boss, he missed home, he missed not having to watch his back and double-check that his doors were locked. He missed the nights when the Boss would whisper sweetly into the phone to him to lull him to sleep. He missed that baritone voice, dripping like honey with endless praise-
Very little personal time, indeed. Doppio snaked his hand over the front of his pants, rubbing mindlessly. It really was embarrassing sometimes to have a boss that can see your every move. But what with the boss seeming busy lately, it looked like he’d have a bit of alone time. He was long overdue to release this pent-up tension, anyway.
He bit his lip and unzipped his fly, freeing his slowly-hardening cock. Doppio buried his flushed face into his sweater neck. He carefully worked his neglected cock, oversensitive from so little use. He bit into the fabric, screwing his eyes up in pleasure. He ran a finger along his sensitive slit, gathering up the precum. Doppio gasped as the makeshift lube slicked up his cock, filling the room with squelching. His legs were already shaking a bit from the quick buildup. He knew he wouldn't last very long. He could feel himself teetering on the brink of an orgasm when a hand wrapped around the base of his dick.
Doppio’s eyes shot open in confusion, his body jolting with adrenaline. He expected to find an intruder but no one lay in front of him. He followed the discolored hand with his eyes and found the arm petering out at his own waist. Doppio let out a breathy chuckle. He had scared himself with his own Stand. He silently cursed the boss for making him so jumpy lately.
He supposed he had subconsciously summoned King Crimson’s arms for whatever reason. Such a reason became very clear when the fist on his cock began pumping up and down harshly, dragging out a moan from him. The other hand wound up his sweater and started playing with his nipples. He whimpered at an especially hard tweak of them. He had no clue he had such a dirty mind.
Doppio shakily moved to touch himself again but one of King Crimson’s hands swatted him away. Fingers tilted the boy’s chin up and probed questioningly along his lips. He hesitantly opened his mouth for them. King Crimson ran the digits over his tongue, coating them generously in saliva. Doppio tried his best not to gag. They were pulled out quickly, a string of spit still attaching them to Doppio’s lips, and after some fumbling with his pants, dipped down past his cock.
Doppio hissed when King Crimson teased around his hole, covering it in saliva and slowly pushing a finger inside him. The pace on his cock was still fast and brutal and he was shaking harder than ever before. The burn in his ass mellowed out the more King Crimson stretched him. Doppio’s breaths came shaky and hollow. His cock strained hard against his tummy, absolutely weeping. He downright sobbed when King Crimson’s hand teased along the tip again. He mentally urged his portion of the stand to hurry it up already-
Torurururu!
Doppio froze. King Crimson’s arms dissipated. His eyes shot over to the source of the noise, a phone that was oddly reminiscent of a half-drunk bottle of water. He mentally prepared himself before picking it up. The phone beeped accordingly. He took a breath.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Doppio. For a moment there I thought you weren’t going to pick up. “
Doppio fidgeted with the phone. “Er..what made you think that, boss?”
“Oh, my sweet Doppio. There’s no need to act so oblivious all the time.” The Boss chuckled from the other end. Doppio’s frown deepened.
“No clue what you’re talking about, sir..” Doppio said.
“Please. I know you were touching yourself.” The Boss’ voice slipped into those deep tones he knew Doppio loved. Doppio shivered. “I’m right, aren’t I? Say it.”
“I..yes. I-I was..” Doppio muttered. The Boss hummed on the other end.
“Good boy. My sweet, precious Doppio...I hadn’t realized you’d been so neglected. My absence must be weighing you down. “
“I am sorta lonely, Boss..” Doppio admitted.
“Mm. Might I propose a solution? I think we’ll both find it rather rewarding.” The Boss said enticingly.
“Sir?”
The phone beeped, the connection between the two severed. Doppio blinked confusedly as he gazed at the bottle in his hand. He could’ve sworn..
He startled when a figure manifested at his bedside. Doppio scrambled back in confusion, mind awash with questions. The silhouette snapped fully into existence and Doppio gasped. Before him was the full and terrifying visage of King Crimson. He hesitantly let himself calm back down, staring inquisitively at the Stand. He jolted again when King Crimson made to move towards him. He knew the Stand and its owner well, of course, but he couldn't help but be a bit afraid. The constant scowl on the Stand’s face along with its terrifying dead eyes would creep anybody out.
“Calm down, my Doppio. It’s only me.” The voice of his Boss came from the Stand’s mouth.
“Oh!” Doppio said. So the Boss was controlling it remotely. While not too rare of an occurrence, it only raised more questions in Doppio’s mind. “So, uhm..what’re you doing, Boss?”
“Oh, my dear Doppio..” The Boss said. He grabbed Doppio around the ankles, making the boy yelp, and tugged his jeans the rest of the way off of him. Doppio’s face flushed roughly when the Stand slid in between his legs. “I can only imagine how hard it is to be unable to see me in person. I’m aware this is but a weak substitute..”
“No, it’s-” Doppio’s breath hitched when the Stand ran a hand along his inner thigh. “It’s good. This is good-it’s perfect, Boss.”
King Crimson gave a crooked smile. He kneaded the flesh of Doppio’s thighs, grabbing his ass and making him squirm.
“So soft..you’re so cute, Doppio.” He praised. Doppio just whimpered.
The Boss teased along the outside of Doppio’s asshole, making Doppio jitter nervously. He watched with bated breath as the Stand fiddled with some mechanisms on his crotch plate, sliding the metal out of place and revealing a pulsing member.
“Oh. Wow, that’s..: Doppio licked his lips. “I didn’t know that Stands could..”
“Intrigued?” The Boss said. Doppio nodded fervently. King Crimson carefully pushed Doppio back into the sheets. He hoisted the boy’s legs up onto his shoulders-Doppio winced at how his joints cracked-and lined himself up with Doppio’s entrance. Doppio gripped the sheets hard as the Stand began to push in. The Boss rubbed up and down his sides soothingly. Doppio felt borderline feverish, giddy with pleasure and excitement. In no time he had bottomed out and was wiggling his hips against the Boss’ cock.
“Someone is eager.” The Boss tutted.
“C-can’t help it.” Doppio whined. “C’mon, Boss, please, hurry up-”
King Crimson gave a sharp and sudden thrust and Doppio gasped.
“Patience, my Doppio.”
Doppio just huffed in exasperation, bouncing himself against King Crimson’s cock needily. He couldn’t stop himself, his mind was awash with pure want and the Boss was right there-
The world flashed by Doppio. In an instant he found himself face-down in the pillows. His back was arched and his feet were damn near resting on King Crimson’s shoulders. The Stand was pounding into him mercilessly and his mind struggled to keep up. The boy let out an overstimulated cry, confused and shocked at the sudden onslaught of sensation.
“If you’re going to act like a common whore, Doppio, then I’ll treat you like one.” The Boss said gruffly. Doppio writhed in lovely agony, face burning and body trembling. King Crimson gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, hammering in and out like a machine. Doppio’s cock ached, surely staining the sheets below. He couldn’t control the noises coming out of his mouth anymore. He was grateful they were at least muffled by the soft expanse of the bed. The Stand was hitting his prostate with every odd thrust and the boy swore he could see stars. The rough treatment was stirring something troubling inside him.
His brain felt like mush, mouth hanging open and smearing the pillows with drool. His world was a mess of fuzzy sensations, only the jolt of that special part inside him being hit throwing everything into sharp relief. The Boss was holding back his noises above him but Doppio knew this was getting to him as well. He weakly fucked himself back onto his superior’s dick, feeling as if he were about to break from the exertion of it all.
“Boss-bossbossbossboss-I-I-” He wailed. The Boss took this as a sign and only fucked into him harder than before. Doppio sobbed, tears in his eyes threatening to fall.
“M-M’gonna-please-!” Doppio cried. King Crimson wrapped a hand around Doppio’s cock and gave a few short pumps. Doppio was gone in an instant, cumming hard against his stomach with a broken shout. King Crimson fucked him through his turbulent orgasm until the boy collapsed onto the bed. Only then did he slow his thrusts and pull out. A bit of clear fluid leaked out of Doppio, a ghost impression of the Boss’ cum. King Crimson took Doppio’s quivering form into his arms, soothing him.
“There, my sweet, adorable Doppio. So, so very good. My most lovely boy..” The Boss praised. Doppio hummed weakly, snuggling into the Stand’s broad chest.
“T..thaaank you, Boss.” Doppio said weakly.
“I do wish I didn’t have to be so rough with you, but you really should know by now that your obedience extends to the bedroom, my Doppio.” The Boss reprimanded. “I hope this serves as both a reward and a punishment, yes?”
Doppio nodded shortly, overtaken by exhaustion. Though he had already made up his mind. Maybe a bit of disobedience was absolutely worth it.