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Damiano sighs peacefully as he looks up at the evening sky. He takes a drag from the cigarette between his fingers and watches how the smoke creates a blurry image against the starry scenery above him. He slumps back against the metal backrest of the rusty old chair on his balcony and smiles. He-

A loud ping disrupts the quiet, and Damiano’s attention is drawn to the screen of his phone lighting up. Curious, he leans forward to see what it is-

@thomasraggi__: Che cucciolo

Damiano feels the blood drain from his face and he swallows heavily, quickly tapping the notification. A short moment later, Damiano’s latest Instagram post pops up. There, between the loving comments from his fans, he sees the comment Thomas left him. It’s simple. Plain. But the words cut right through him. Damiano curses under his breath and drops his phone onto the equally rusty table- the beauty of the night sky entirely forgotten.
“ Dio Santo ,” he mutters under his breath as the words keep repeating themselves inside his mind.

Che cucciolo. Che cucciolo. Che cucciolo.

Damiano’s nostrils flare slightly at the embarrassment of his reaction to the simple phrase. His hands are sweaty. The cigarette between his fingers suddenly feels out of place. He grunts quietly and pushes it against the ashy remnants in the ashtray.

Che cucciolo.

Damiano has to admit that it’s all still very new to him, hence the strong reaction. He’s been trying to not think about it too often, only in the dark and safety of his bedroom. God, from all the things he’s into, this is what makes him the horniest and neediest, and equally, the most ashamed of himself. 
Now, Thomas had called him exactly what he wishes to be sometimes. What he craves. Cucciolo.

Puppy.

Of course, Damiano knows that Thomas doesn’t mean anything with it. It’s a pretty common pet name, after all. It doesn’t take away from the reaction. The desire that burns from his insides out. The need to drop to his knees and surrender to whoever the faceless figure it is he fantasizes about when he’s alone. Or well, perhaps not so faceless, but that’s too much to admit.
It finally dawns on him that he should probably respond to it. If he wouldn’t, it’d look weird in the eyes of his bandmates and fans. But what could he possibly respond? Nothing cute, no heart-eyes emojis. Nothing that could give him away. This is how, in the end, he writes the most generic response he can think of.

“Tu.”

For the rest of the evening, Damiano tries to not think about it. 

He fails miserably.

-

“-... look good on you!”

Damiano smiles when he walks inside the small studio. He has no clue what Victoria is talking about, but the excited chatter always makes it feel like home. The bassist grins when she spots him and quickly beckons him to come closer.
“Don’t you agree with me, Dam?”
“Mmh?”
“That Thomas would look stunning wearing a collar and a leash!” Victoria leans in and nudges Damiano’s side. “On his hands and knees, of course.”
“Nonono!” Thomas exclaims, raising his hands in defense. “Dam, help me. I’ve tried telling her, but she doesn’t believe me! It’d make me look ridiculous. ”
“I-” Damiano starts hesitantly. He smiles faintly and wishes that they won’t notice his awkward posture. Jesus, fuck. A leash and a collar. Damiano isn’t entirely sure whether he wants to see Thomas like that or whether he wants to tell them that he wants to be in that position.

“I wouldn’t know. Haven’t seen it,” he says eventually, trying to chuckle. Thomas snorts.
“See? He doesn’t think of me like that.”
“He just doesn’t want to admit it!” Victoria continues playfully. “Why else would he call you a puppy too?”

Oh boy, Damiano thinks. So that’s what this is about?

“Well,” Thomas continues, just as stubborn as Victoria. “We all know that I’m cute as fuck. Doesn’t make me a puppy, though!” Victoria huffs, but before she can respond, Ethan chimes in.
“Hey! Come on, this is ridiculous. Victoria, just admit that you like dragging men around on a leash, and Thomas, tell her to not impose her kinks on you. Problem solved, prego .”

Despite his own conflicted feelings in this situation, Damiano can’t help but genuinely chuckle when he sees the defeated expressions on both Thomas’ and Victoria’s faces. That is until Victoria turns around and looks Damiano straight into his eyes.
“Will you be my puppy then? These idiots clearly don’t know how to have fun.” It’s obvious that she’s joking. The mischievous sparkle in her eyes. The jesty sound of her voice. She’s merely trying to prove her point and won’t give up so easily. 

He hates how he can’t think of anything useful to say. How he just stands there, totally unguarded and fighting the urge to accept her offer. He hates how his cheeks burn, how his lips have parted into a soft, quiet ‘ oh ’. His hands find each other, and he anxiously plays with one of the rings on his left hand. Victoria’s gaze drops to his hands for less than a second. When she looks up again, her expression softens. She tilts her head slightly.
“Nevermind,” she whispers. “Ethan is right.”

Damiano doesn’t know whether he should be relieved or scared, but when Ethan announces that they should get to practicing, he happily accepts the distraction.

-

Damiano had hoped he would be able to leave that particular conversation behind. In a way, he could. The others didn’t speak of it again; Thomas’s “che cucciolo” comment long forgotten. 
But Damiano hadn’t. And sometimes, he swears he can see Victoria watching his collar a little too often. A tad too obvious. A slight smirk on her lips that is so untelling that it unsettles him. It’s confusing, too. As initially, it’d been Thomas’s comment to send him off in a moment of longing, but now? Now the not-so-faceless figure in his fantasies kept shifting between either of the two. 

He should be focussing on something else, like Eurovision, for example. He scoffs as he watches himself in the mirror, eyeing the leather band strapped around his neck. When he tilts his head slightly, the O-ring glistens in the bright LED lights surrounding the mirror.
“ Bellisimo, ” Victoria grins and pats his back. “New collar?” Damiano instantly feels the heat spreading across his cheeks. He hadn’t thought she’d notice. Or anyone else, for that matter.
“Sì,” he answers quickly, wondering if the sudden surge of nerves is audible. Yet, the slight glimmer in her eyes makes him feel a bit bolder. Just enough. “I thought you might like it.”
“Oh,” Victoria breathes, leaning in closer. “I sure do.” 

One playful slap on his shoulders and she’s gone again. Damiano is absolutely miserable at best. He longs for her. For Thomas. Heck, even Ethan. He’s fucked up, and this is so utterly wrong. He should get a grip. Before this gets out of hand. Before he ruins his band and their chance for friendship and success. Måneskin is everything for him. He won’t ruin that over a stupid fucking kink. 

Please, please let them not make this any harder on him.

-

Damiano is the first to arrive back at their hotel room - the others got caught up in chatting with some folks in the lobby. The first semi-final jury show was an absolute blast; technical difficulties aside. He flings himself onto his bed and groans when the soft blankets support his body weight. His muscles relax, and for a moment, he simply closes his eyes and lays there to enjoy the silence. The skin below his sweater is still slightly itchy from the tight fabric he’d worn on stage, and he winces when he moves. It doesn’t hurt, but surely he’s been more comfortable in the past.

A soft creaking noise alerts him that someone else is entering the room and Damiano opens his eyes to find Victoria walking in. She sighs, grinning when she sees Damiano splayed out on the bed.
“Move,” is the only warning he gets before she takes off in a sprint and jumps for him. Damiano shrieks, quickly rolling onto his side just in time to avoid the girl crashing down on him full force.
“Vic!!” He exclaims, unable to hide his laughter. Victoria grins smugly and rolls over as well, pulling him in for a tight hug. Damiano softens and lets it happen, wrapping his arms around her shoulders to pull her in more closely. 
“We were killin’ it out there,” she mumbles happily. “Well, mostly you.”
“It still sucks you can’t play,” Damiano mumbles back into her soft, black hoodie. Victoria shrugs.
“We knew beforehand. From here, once covid is done? We’re gonna tour and rock those fans’ ears off.” Damiano snorts at the analogy, but he has to admit he’s looking forward to that. As much as they may have turned out to be one of the possible Eurovision winners this year, his all-time favorite thing in this world is to play live. Connect with the audience. Hear them scream along to the words that are so dear to him. To them.

“Where’s Ethan and Thomas?”
“Chatting with Jendrik, I believe. God, that dude is one excited puppy for sure.” Damiano’s jaw clenches at the word. God fuckin’ dammit. Victoria’s eyes widen when she realizes what she just said.
“Oh shit, Dam, I didn’t-”
“I’m not-”
“I mean-”

The both of them fall silent, and Damiano doesn’t dare move. If he holds her more tightly, things may be too obvious , but if he pulls away now… Same outcome. She may know , or at least he thinks she does, but he has no clue whether for her it’s been merely joking around. Teasing him, as the whole band always teases one another.
“Damiano?”
“Yes?”
“There’s something I need to tell you.” Her voice falters this time, and she pulls away slightly. Damiano feels himself freezing up. Shit. This can’t be good.
“Victoria, before you say anything, I- I-”
“No, Dam. Wait.” She takes a deep breath and sits more upright. “I want you to know that eh, I’m… Really attracted to you. Like really . I know I shouldn’t. I just can’t help it? You’re so goddamn pretty, and… I… Shit. I can’t stop thinking about pushing you onto your knees. Ethan was right those weeks ago. I do like dragging men after me, and you are just- Yeah. Shit, I’m sorry.”

Damiano feels shaky. He can’t believe she’s actually saying this. 
“ Victoria. Sono pazzo di te .”
“What?” Victoria sounds so surprised, her eyes widening when their gazes meet. I am crazy for you. Damiano wants to kiss her. So badly. He wants to hold her in his arms and tell he she’s his world. He wants to do so many things. He wants to make her smile. Please her. Make her scream with ecstasy and fuck her until she tells him to stop.
Shaking, he grabs her hand and brings it up to his collar. 
“Please,” he breathes heavily. “I’ll be yours. Please. ”

A series of muttered curses fall from Victoria’s lips when she hooks her fingers through the metal ring pressed into his throat, and pulls him in. Damiano falls forward against her, his lips parting hungrily to finally taste the sweetness on her lips. Her lips are so full and soft, and while they attack him mercilessly, Damiano can’t help but notice the fierce love that’s transferred onto him. He melts so quickly into her hands, and the way she owns him has him rock-hard in the tight slacks here’s wearing.
“Ah, so eager, boy,” Victoria mumbles teasingly when she crawls on top of him, pushing him into the cotton sheets on their hotel bed. “You’re so gorgeous, such a sweet bitch.”

“Oh, fuck,” Damiano whimpers as the words send shivers down his spine, the fire in his stomach only getting bigger and bigger. 
“You like that?”
“Y-yeah, Vic-”
“Hush. Puppies don’t talk.” Victoria clamps her hand over his mouth to shut him up, and Damiano moans, surrendering to her easily. Damiano trembles, looking up at her wide-eyed. Victoria’s eyes glimmer excitedly, and she licks her lips. God, this is everything he ever wanted and more. So much more. He’d been scared, scared she would judge him or think it too much , but her words, her tantalizing pace, it’s a mutual passion without a doubt. Damiano knows he can safely let go.
“If you need to pause,” she breathes, “-just say my name and I’ll stop. Okay?”
Damiano nods instantly, rolling his hips up impatiently to chase even the lightest touch. Victoria laughs, and instead of punishing him, she lowers her hips and meets his movements- grinding against him sensually. Damiano jolts, grabbing the sheets to get hold of something. Anything. 

“Alright, baby, we’ll-”

Click .

Damiano’s eyes open wide, and Victoria’s head shoots up, quickly turning around and scrambling away from Damiano as best as she can before Ethan and Thomas walk inside. Damiano’s cheeks heat up, and he quickly sits upright, too, hoping that it looks like something else. It’s no use. Ethan’s lips part in surprise and Thomas stops dead in his tracks.

“Eh,” Thomas stammers, looking at them in shock. “S-Should we, uhm- Go?”
“Nonono!” Damiano rushes out, feeling more humiliated than he’s ever felt in his entire life. He should’ve known. God, it’d only been a matter of time. How had he lost himself like that? Did he ruin this after all?
He glances at Victoria, who looks equally mortified.
“It’s okay, it’s nothing,” she rushes out.
“Yeah,” Damiano adds, ignoring the sting in his chest. “Nothing.” He sniffs and straightens his shoulders, feeling suddenly disgusted by the collar around his neck. He wants to take it off. 
“I was about to shower anyways,” he breathes. Without another word or even acknowledging his bandmates, he gets up from the bed and retreats into the small hotel bathroom. The second he locks the door, his shaky hands reach up and unbuckle the collar behind his neck. Not wanting to make too much noise, he carefully places it in the sink and stares at it. Tears sting in his eyes.

“ It’s nothing .”

-

“Damiano?”

Damiano freezes when he hears Victoria’s deep voice behind him. Slowly, he turns around. 
“Hey, can we talk?” She asks carefully. Damiano presses his lips together and nods.
“Sure.”
“Are you alright?”

Damiano forces a charming smile on his face. Over the years of having had to repress himself, he prides himself on how good he’s at it. 
“Yeah, of course. Excited about the shows tonight!”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Then what are you talking about?” Victoria scoffs and takes a step closer.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know.”
“There’s nothing to say,” Damiano says firmly. She hadn’t seen his tears; if he could pretend to be as unaffected by this as she is, then surely things will settle and be forgotten soon. Victoria’s gaze turns into something Damiano can’t quite place. She takes a deep breath and shakes her head.

“I’m so sorry,” she starts. “I shouldn’t have forced that on you, bring you in the headspace and then not check in on you when it was interrupted.”
“That’s alright. It was nothing, right?” The words sound more venomous than he’d intended them to, and he curls his fingers into loose fists, not sure what to say to keep this conversation flowing in the right direction. Cause it definitely isn’t.
“Damiano, amore , that’s not true. I- I said that, didn’t I?”

Damiano doesn’t answer, too torn between wanting to walk away and step closer to feel her arms around him and have her tell him it’s okay. This is the closest thing they’ve been to a fight ever since that one time, and he’d sworn he’d never let it get that far ever again.
“I said that to Ethan and Thomas. To make them feel like they didn’t have to go. I didn’t want you to feel like it was nothing. Cause it wasn’t. Damiano- to me, that was… That was everything .”
“I don’t… Really?”
“Really.” Victoria looks at his bare neck where the collar had been until yesterday evening,  then back up to meet his eyes. “I want this. If you want it too.”

Damiano hesitates to answer. There’s so much going inside his head right now. If he says yes to Victoria, how will that affect everything else? How will it… Does that mean he automatically say no to Thomas? To Ethan? But if he says no...
“It’s confusing,” he whispers eventually. “You’re right. We should talk about this.” 

That’s how he tells her everything. About his attraction to the three of them, his insecurities, his desires… In the end, Victoria told him she’d try to set something up for him. He isn’t sure how that’ll work out but he decides to wait patiently. 

-

They won fucking Eurovision. 

Shit.

They. Won. Eurovision.

Damiano can’t believe it. And as they stumble back into their hotel room, he simply drops his bag and kicks off his boots. He just stands there. Holy shit. How’d they pull that off? Damiano doesn’t want to think about it too much. They’re all on their endorphin-high and lowkey tipsy and horny, and contemplating their victory is simply too much of a task right now. 

Victoria grabs Damiano by his collar and pulls him in for a hungry kiss. Damiano lets it happen, falling into her strong embrace. Her lips are soft yet demanding where they capture Damiano’s. He’s aware that Ethan and Thomas are there, watching, but he doesn’t think he really cares. If he’d pull away now, he could easily play it off as a platonic, happy kiss- as he had kissed both Thomas and Ethan on stage. But it’s Victoria who steers it in a different direction.
“I’m gonna fuck Damiano,” she growls, and Damiano is weak, so weak already. “You can stay, watch- join, as we discussed, but this is happening right now.”

Victoria doesn’t waste another second. She grabs Damiano’s wrists and tugs him along with her, both their bodies stumbling their way across the small hall of the hotel room until they reach the bed. Victoria huffs as she shrugs her coat from her shoulders, dropping it to the floor, and then drags Damiano along with her until they collapse on top of the soft hotel sheets. Damiano’s mind is spinning when he stares down at the gorgeous being underneath him. 
“Vic…” he moans, leaning in to kiss her again. Victoria, however, puts her index finger gently on top of his lips and grins. 
“Do you want this?”
“Fuck yes,” he breathes. “Fuck yes, I do.”
“A regular fuck, or do you want to be my puppy?” Victoria glances at Ethan and Thomas, who apparently followed them towards the bedroom. “ Our, puppy.”

Damiano’s gaze flickers over to the boys standing next to the bed. Thomas’s eyes are blown wide, lust radiating from his face. Ethan seems more composed, but a short glance at his crotch is enough to give him away. A shiver runs down Damiano’s spine when he realizes they’re all into this. The thing he’d been so worried about is something they actually share. That they’ll get to experience together if he says yes.
“I want to be yours,” he moans to Victoria. “And yours,” to Ethan. “And yours, too,” to Thomas. “Please? I’ll be so good.”

He doesn’t know where his sudden boldness comes from. Perhaps he drank a tad too much from that bottle of champagne back at the venue, or maybe it’s the endorphins rushing through his veins after the mindblowing events of the evening. Or maybe, it’s just the fact that they’re a team. They share their lives together, and how could that not include this?

Victoria breaks his train of thought when she grabs a fistful of his slick hair and pulls him in for another hungry kiss this time. Damiano’s eyelids fall shut and he pushes himself into her softness. Her breasts flattening against his chest, his hard cock grinding into her thighs. He’s so fucking horny, and he doesn’t care how embarrassing it may be that he’s letting this happen so easily. He’s a slut, and proud of it. 

A warm hand on his back alerts him that someone else has joined the joined bodies on the bed. The trickle of long hair past his bare arm giving away that it’s Ethan. 
“You’re so hot,” the drummer whispers. “All of you.” Thomas snickers at that. 
“Fuck yes.”
Damiano smiles into the kiss and breaks away from Victoria for a second to look up at the boys.
“I fucking love you all so much. I can’t- I can’t even explain how it feels, but this is…” His voice trails off, and he hates himself for not being more coherent, but everything is hazy and good, and he just wants to lose himself in this forever.

“We know, amore ,” Victoria whispers. “We love you too. And I’m so proud of you. You did amazing out there. Now, let us take care of you.” Her voice is sweet, dripping with honey but the hoarse undertone is unmistakably there. Damiano whines when the grip on his hair tightens. She tilts his head backward, the collar now digging into the soft flesh on his throat. He exhales shakily, loving the way the O-ring presses into him- reminding him of his place.
“Look at that,” Ethan mumbles, clearly in awe. Thomas leans in. Lips nibbling at the skin just below his earlobe. Damiano shivers and digs his fingers into the cotton sheets.
“Ah,” he whimpers. Thomas tuts.
“Damiano,” the guitarist whispers smoothly. “ Che cucciolo .” At the same time, Victoria lets go of his hair, and he drops his head. She ruffles through it, causing Damiano to inhale sharply.

“I wanna be your good boy,” Damiano breathes, looking up at all of them one by one. “Use me, please, I- I need it so bad.”
“Oh, don’t worry. We know how needy you are lil’ thing,” Ethan says, smirking. Damiano presses his lips together, trying to not break into a thousand pieces right away. 
“Shit, fuck it,” Thomas grumbles and he starts tugging on Damiano’s clothes. From there on, everything just happens so fast. He complies easily to the six hands undressing his body hungrily. Victoria grabs his collar and kisses him, while Ethan drops himself next to her on the bed. His skilled fingers running down Damiano’s shoulder blades, to his clavicle, to his jaw and his hair, and back around. Thomas stays behind him, hands gripping his hips firmly. How they’d all gotten naked, too, he doesn’t know, but the skin on skin contact settles something almost primal deep inside his core. 

“Please,” he hears himself ask, not sure exactly what for.
“Baby baby ,” Victoria mumbles sweetly. “You should stop talking.” When Damiano looks up at her with a disoriented frown, she giggles sweetly.
“Puppies don’t talk, remember? And you’re quite the needy one. Instead of those difficult words, why don’t you show us what you need, cucciolo ?”
“I-” Damiano stammers and then clamps his jaws together when he realizes he talked again. A blush settles high on his cheeks and he groans, not sure what to do. Thomas sucks at his teeth behind him, sharp nails digging into the soft flesh off his ass. 
“Don’t worry, bello , we know what to do with a slut like you.” Thomas doesn’t wait any longer after that, and Damiano wants to cry out in pleasure when the boy’s fingers sweep down and curl around the base of his cock. 

“Oh shit, you’re big.” Thomas sounds impressed and he gives an experimental tug. “You should feel it, Vic.” 
Damiano whimpers when a second bunch of fingers fondles at his cock, but almost instinctively, he spreads his legs a little wider, resting his forehead on top of Victoria’s collarbone. Ethan’s fingers slide through his hair, making shushing sounds as Damiano trembles all over.
“That’s it, let them check you out, baby,” Ethan whispers. Damiano nods, reaching up with his right hand to grab hold of Ethan’s upper arm. The drummer chuckles and flexes a little, making Damiano smile. He doesn’t know whether it’s Victoria or Thomas, but a finger travels towards his tip, carefully sweeping away the first drop of precum lingering on top of it. Damiano’s eyes roll back and he grips Ethan more tightly. He’s scared that if he lets go he may completely lose himself in these sensations.

“Why don’t you wag that cute little butt for us, mmh?” Thomas suggests. Damiano would’ve laughed and told him to fuck off in any other situation, but now he hesitantly does so. Shaking his hips from left to right, breathing heavily when he feels his cock jump back and forth along with the movements. Victoria slaps it playfully, and in response, his cock twitches. Damiano doesn’t know how he can last. Not when they tease him so well, push all the right buttons.
“Eager boy…” Victoria whispers. “Do you want Thomas to fuck that sweet ass of yours? Want him to get you all ready and lubed up?” Damiano feels a wave of heat washing over his body, and he stays completely still for a good second. He’d never considered anything like that would ever happen, but the thought of Thomas pounding into him makes his heartbeat pick up.
“D-do we have lube?” He tries carefully, knowing he shouldn’t speak but wanting to address his question straight up instead of possibly getting too overwhelmed.
“Yeah, baby, we do. Ethan, it’s right in my bag right over there. Can you get it?”
“Of course, gimme a second.”

Damiano hears Ethan shuffle around and rummage through the duffel bag next to the bed. It doesn’t take him long to find it, and in the meantime, Thomas has spread Damiano’s cheeks apart and teases him by stroking his finger up and down his entrance.

They’re going to break him down - Damiano is certain now. They’ll ruin him. Shatter him entirely. Until there’s nothing left but a shivery mess. And he knows that afterward, they’ll build him back together piece by piece, with love and devotion and care. He feels safe, but the anticipatory tension is almost too much. 

Ethan tosses the lube to Thomas, and the guitarist mumbles something incoherent as he opens the cap of the bottle. Damiano buries his face into the crook of Victoria’s neck, taking in her sweet scent. She hums to him, pressing a gentle kiss onto his cheek.
“You’re doing amazing, sweetheart. You’re perfect, so beautiful.” She pauses. “Such a good boy. ”
Damiano should be ashamed of the pang of emotion that explodes in his chest at the praise. He looks up at her, brows furrowing together when Thomas’s cold, lubed fingers press against his hole. Not quite pressing in yet, but the threat is there.
“Do it, Thomas,” Ethan breathes. “God, you should see his face. He’s so into it-” Damiano turns his head to the side to look up at Ethan, and he finds the drummer having grabbed his own cock to jerk it slowly. Damiano swallows. The hand resting on the boy’s shoulder trails lower until he reaches his hips. He hesitates, but Ethan looks at him so sweetly that Damiano carefully extends his fingers to touch the hard, fierce cock standing up from Ethan’s stomach slightly. The flesh is warm and Damiano moans, gripping it more tightly. 

Thomas takes that as the perfect timing to smack Damiano’s ass- not hard enough to actually sting, but it definitely makes him jolt with pleasure. And then, Thomas slowly pushes his first digit inside. Damiano trembles, breathing heavily as he tries to relax around the intrusion. Surely he’s slept with men before but it’s been a while. Thomas takes it slow. He pulls back and then pushing in a little further with each movement. 

“ Ti piace cosi, tesoro? ”
“Nnngh,” Damiano moans in response. Of course he likes this dammit. More. He needs so much more. Victoria curses under her breath and scoots down a little, reaching down to grab his cock and giving it a few quick strokes before pushing the tip against her wet folds. Damiano’s brain short-circuits at everything that’s going on. His hand on Ethan’s cock,, Thomas’s two fingers now pushing inside of him, and the desirable heat enveloping his tip.
“Damiano, sweet thing?”
“Mmmh?”
“Fuck me.”

A string of incoherent noise leaves Damiano’s throat at the explosion of lust within his body. He steadies himself a little, trying to settle between her legs. He’s trembling after having been teased for so long. A soft whine escapes from his throat when he slowly pushes inside. His hips move on their own accord, thrusting again and again, with no set rhythm or any calculated movements. He just fucks her raw and wild and it unleashes the animal inside of him. Victoria’s long, drawn-out moans right in his ears make him absolutely frantic.

“Good boy,” Ethan mumble from next to him. “Thomas is gonna use you, baby. You’re gonna be such a pretty bitch for us.”
“Fuck,” Thomas mumbles. “Come on, baby, squeeze.”
Damiano grunts and does so, trying to clench around Thomas as he fucks his fingers in and out of his hole while keeping up his pace for fucking Victoria.
“Such a horny, needy thing,” Victoria moans, grabbing Dam’s cheeks and pulling him in for an open-mouthed kiss. “Just can’t help yourself, can you? Slutty little puppy.”

It then dawns on Damiano that they’re not taking this slow anymore. Ethan’s hand has sneaked in between his body and Victoria’s to stroke her clit. Thomas is scissoring him open as well as possible, considering the fast pace Damiano is fucking Victoria with. They’re all so fucking horny. So into this. 
“Please,” Damiano breathes out. “C-Can you fuck me, Thomas? I-I need-”
“Fuck yes, shut up, honey,” Thomas gasps, and Damiano only has a few seconds to let that sink in when the boy pushes his cock past Damiano’s tight muscle. Thomas’s hands steady his head when he fucks into him. Damiano easily lets it happen, spreading and relaxing his legs as much as he can in this position.

It’s hazy. Blurry, white-hot passion as the four of them fall into a steady, urgent rhythm. Victoria’s tiny little gasps are almost drowned out by the nearly pained grunts leaving Thomas’s mouth. 
“Fucking gorgeous. That’s it, buddy. Doing so well, so eager.” Damiano can only take the words as he keeps taking Thomas’s cock plunging in and out of him. Victoria’s gasps start to get louder now, her demanding movements stronger and stronger.
“Ethan, don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” She threatens. By the sound of her voice, Ethan doesn’t stop.
“Cum, sweet angel,” Ethan breathes. “Come for your boys.”
“Oh FUCK!” She screams. Her walls convulse around Damiano, and the singer has to keep himself from cursing under his breath. The sweet sounds falling from her lips are the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard in the entire world. 

Damiano’s eyes fall shut when the tension in his abdomen starts to build. His cock is so goddamn hard inside of Victoria, his balls feel tight, and with each passionate thrust of his hips, he knows he’s about to cum. He whines, grunting and moaning and clawing at the sheets, needing it more than he ever needed anything in his entire life.
“Shit, he’s close too, you feel that?” Ethan breathes into Victoria’s ear. The girl groans in response, rocking her hips more passionately against his thrusts. 
“You close, Dam?” She asks him. Damiano nods feverishly, opening his eyes again to meet her gaze. She looks right through him. 
“C’mon then amore. Make a mess.”

The words aren’t all that filthy, but something about it stirs in Damiano’s brains and he gasps, lips parting and his breath stocking and shit shit shit he’s so goddamn close. 
“Shit, shitshitshit,” Thomas gasps from behind him. The strong hands grip his hips more tightly and Thomas’s thrusts become somewhat uncoordinated. Damiano keens, needing Thomas to come deep inside of him. He arches his back the slightest bit more, pushing his against towards the boy. 
“Yes, shit, down boy. Down boy. ” Damiano collapses onto Victoria with his upper body. The girl huffs in surprise but only digs her long nails into his shoulder blades. Thomas stops breathing for a second, picking up his pace so incredibly fast. Damiano claws at the sheets. He needs this. God. Please Thomas , he thinks, breed me. Fill me up. Please.

A harsh grunt and the stalking of movement tells Damiano everything he needs to know. He swears he can feel Thomas’s cock twitch inside of him and he gasps, feeling so utterly satisfied at the knowledge he’s being used like that. Sparks of pleasure set off everywhere inside his body, and he trembles, his legs and abdomen starting to run low on stamina from the extended rolling of his hips. 

Make a mess , Victoria’s words repeat inside his head. Damiano can’t think. He can’t breathe. His cock dragging across the slickness of Victoria’s cunt is everything he could ever need in this world. It’s all he feels. That, and Ethan’s hands on him, Thomas’s softening cock still inside of him. They love him , he thinks, and lets out a broken cry when his body is finally crossing that edge. His teeth sink into Victoria’s shoulder, his hips push into her as deep as he can go, tensing up when his cock jerks and his cum spurts out inside of her. They love him. They love him.  

Damiano is lost in the haze of his mind, the booze and hormones finally taking hold of him. He’s vaguely aware of the sweet praise that Thomas sends him. The soft touch of Victoria’s hands stroking his back. Vaguely aware of Ethan scrambling up to go and sit on his knees- stroking his cock right in front of Damiano’s face. Damiano cranes his neck instinctively, parting his lips wide. He’s almost disappointed when Ethan doesn’t push inside.
“E-Ethan-” he mumbles, trying to tell him he wants to blow him, but clearly, Ethan’s already so far gone as well that when his cum stains Damiano’s face he’s equally happy. Small drops of come rain down on him and he moans happily, taking it like the slut he is. 

“Damiano, Dio Santo,” Ethan grunts, dropping back against the headboard. “Shit, you look so filthy .”
“Filthy indeed,” Victoria mumbles, and she props herself up on her elbows. “Good thing we like messy pups around here.” She crooks her finger, gesturing for Damiano to come closer. He does and gasps when Victoria leans in and licks a wet stripe all across his cheek, catching some of Ethan’s cum on her tongue.
“Fuck,” Thomas sighs from behind them. “Vic, you ’re the filthy one, surely.”
“As if you don’t want to do the same thing.”

Thomas laughs and gently pulls out of Damiano only to crawl forward and lay down on Victoria’s other side. He too leans in and kissing Damiano’s neck, his chin, licking up Ethan’s cum in the process. Damiano eagerly lets them do it, and when the two lean in for a kiss, Damiano breaks .
“Shit,” he grunts. “Kiss me.” 

Thomas complies with his wish, breaking away from Victoria, grabbing Damiano’s collar to pull him down. Their lips meet, and Damiano’s eyes open wide. Thomas’s kiss is soft. The bitter taste of cum mixed with the sweetness of one of the cocktails he had earlier. Damiano melts into the kiss easily, suddenly overcome with an intense craving to just be held. He wants their arms around him. Wants to never let go of them ever in his life. His eyes sting, and he pulls away from Thomas slightly. His gaze flickers between the three of them. He wants to say something, anything, but his throat is tight, and he doesn’t know how he could possibly tell them.

“ Oh, cucciolo mio. Amore, ti vogliamo bene, ” Victoria coos.
Damiano hums, nuzzling his nose against the smooth skin on Victoria’s collarbone. Ethan’s long hair tickles his back, and Thomas’s fingers trace small circles on Damiano’s lower back.
“It’s true,” Thomas whispers. “We love you, Damiano, so much.”
“So much.” Ethan agrees. 

Damiano lets it wash over him. He’s too out of it to actively respond, but he’ll take whatever they’ll give him. They snuggle together; Ethan’s failed attempt to grab the sheets and pull them over their bodies makes them giggle softly. Sure, a blanket would be nice, but neither of them is willing to move aside for it.

“Che cucciolo,” Damiano whispers after a while. “Thomas, you should give me compliments on Instagram more often.” They all burst into surprised laughter and kiss and cuddle even closer together.

“I’ll think of a good one,” Thomas finally answers, pressing a gentle peck on Damiano’s cheekbone. “But you’ll always be our puppy first.”
“Yeah,” Damiano mumbles happily. “I like that.”

“ Good boy. ”