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"Come on, big guy, you're coming home with me."
Originally you came to the pizzeria due to a late-night craving for some pizza and garlic knots. When your eyes met the droopy ones of your favorite chef stumbling over to the front counter though, your desires pivoted. Peppino almost looked sickly in appearance: skin pale, sweat beaded on his head and dampening his clothes, gaze struggling to focus. He resisted your calls for concern because there were still a few hours before closing, but then his coworker Gustavo chimed in. He poked his head out from the kitchen and waved his hand out in a shooing motion, telling Peppino to go with you and he could close up shop. You wordlessly thanked the other man with a big smile.
"Oh but," Peppino continued to protest while you were practically holding him up on the way out. "My-a home is right here, we don't have to go-"
"I have a nice, big shower though." You grin at him, looking playfully from the corner of your eye. Peppino's eyes widen a little at this, curiosity clearly peaked.
It was probably one of the only things you could brag about at your place. The bathroom looked almost hotel suite quality with a large, ornately tiled walk-in shower with a big showerhead. There was even a built-in seat attached to the wall that you were going to take full advantage of tonight.
You quietly undressed, both stealing furtive glances at one another. You even took Peppino's hand as he sat down in the shower with audible cracks of his joints. He looked a bit embarrassed about the noises he made and how his size seemed to envelop the seat, but you paid no mind to any of that.
"Just relax," you said while turning the water on. "You did enough today."
You lathered up the shampoo and began massaging Peppino's scalp in circular motions. He immediately moaned at the touch like he was being granted the most amazing gift in the world. Now you were starting to blush.
"Ohh, you are-a natural with this," he said, head starting to bob based off what directions your hands went.
You chuckled. "You saying I could make a good hairdresser or a masseuse?"
"Doesn't matter, I would-a be a regular for either one."
You let the water start to rinse out the suds, but drop your hands to Peppino's shoulders, working your fingers there. You dip your head to his neck as well, planting a gentle kiss.
"Like I would make you pay." You say in his ear. He squirms a little in response.
When you reach for the body wash and loofa, he gently puts his hand over yours. "Y-you really don't have to do all this. I'm not-a that tired."
This time you bow your head to kiss his lips, planting a few times to really relish the taste. He kisses you back with the same tenderness, a sigh coming from him at the end.
"All right, all right!" He finally concedes. You know you're smiling like an idiot in victory, squeezing out the gel and rubbing up the loofa with extra enthusiasm. Peppino catches this and it causes him to utter out the cutest little laugh.
"God you're adorable," you gush, reaching around him and starting to wash his back. You're practically surrounding his head with your chest, which yes, was very intentional. You feel him start to peck little kisses there, sucking in when he brushed a nipple. You hitched a breath and bit your lip, relishing the sensation of his tongue circling around the hardened bud.
"Ah, caro mio, you-a spoil me so!" He looks up at you, his eyes big and seeming to glisten in bathroom light. "What-a ever did I do to deserve someone like you?"
"Shh," you press a finger to his lips for moment, then begin to lather up his chest. You take each of his ample breasts in each hand and give them a good squish, making another sweet moan come out of him. You keep grabbing and kneading his plush body, working your way down to his belly as you get on your knees.
Seeing Peppino looking down to meet your eyes, blissed out and turning redder by the second emboldened you. Taking handfuls of fat, you bury your face in him, savoring how soft he feels. You kiss his flesh deeply, not caring what elated sounds came out from you in between. His thick fingers start to comb through your hair and grasp it, firm but careful. You hear him talking under his breath in Italian.
"Cazzo, oh cazzo! Ti piace davvero questo..."
You start to feel something poke at you when you move your hands in closer to his lap. You don't spare a second, lifting up Peppino's gut to get a better look at his very erect cock poking out of his fat pad. Giving him a quick hungry look for a moment, you dove in. He almost cries out in response to how far you take his shaft down your throat immediately. His hips buck reflexively, whole body jiggling around your head. You're simply in heaven right now.
You already taste the salty precum as you bob your head. Peppino's legs shake, struggling not to clamp around your head (not that you'd mind that). You grab onto his meaty thighs to assist him, giving them a good squeeze for your own enjoyment. Every part of him gives under your touch, so soft, so lovely-
Peppino's back straightens as he gasps sharply, his hold on your head loosens for a moment and tightens again. You move faster, dragging your tongue all over his cock and swirling around the head. You feel him twitch a few times inside your mouth, spurts of cum starting to coat your tastebuds. After a few more pumps, you stick him back far down your throat when you know he's close. He exhales, moaning out your name among other words in rapid succession. A warm stream of cum shoots down your throat, and you swallow hungrily.
"Ohh, grazie my dear," he pants. His trembling hands start to pet you, running through your hair as you finish him. "I didn't know how-a much I needed that."
"Hah-Happy to help," you manage through some deep breaths of your own. "Now let's get the rest of you cleaned up."
You wash the rest of him down as well as yourself in a blissful silence. Peppino's watching your movements with a very satisfied smile that fills you with so much pride. Part of you still couldn't believe where this night had gone. It was a far better treat than the one you were originally going out for, that's for sure. You didn't really need anything else to top it. Well...
You're about to shut off the water when he reaches out to you, signaling you to stop.
"Not-a so fast." Oh, the way he says that-
He rises from his seat in a slow but very deliberate manner. You become very aware how tall he is compared to you in this closeness. Turning to face you, he's almost like a wall. An arm heavily slaps on your shoulder and urges you back. You obey him silently, eyes wide and heart jumping in your chest. He pushes you into the tile wall of the shower, still warm and moist from steam. The peak of his large belly just starts to press onto you.
"I cannot have such-a fine service without giving back a tip," he says in a very playful tone. His free hand brushes your cheek and then rests at your chin, tilting your head up. You couldn't avoid his smoldering gaze even if you wanted to. "And I think I know what you want."
You know you're blushing hard as is, but that last part really sets you off. You voice cracks out a laugh. "What do you think I want?"
He simply laughs in response and leans a little closer to you. You start to feel his breath on your skin, but more importantly, feel the weight of his body pin down more of you. You swallow and your heart races faster. With a twitch from your hands, they start to reach around him -- well, as far as they could go anyway.
"I think you-a want me to take your-a breath away, no?" He wiggles an eyebrow at you.
Your face twists and then erupts into laughter. "Oh my god, you gotta say it like THAT?" You shake your head, but his silly smile never falters. You let out a sigh. "You're right though. Please smother me, sir."
"Copy that," and he slams into you.
His lips crash into yours, tongue and all. Your body is engulfed by Peppino's. He's hot, still dripping wet and skin so buttery soft on top of yours. He fills in your space with pillowy force. A thigh breaks up your legs and starts to grind in between you. You moan in his mouth at all of this.
Between the pressure and Peppino's overwhelming kisses, it is hard for you to draw any sort of breath. You're dizzy but in the best kind of way. Your eyes cannot focus but they start to roll back. Your hands sink into deep side rolls and lovehandles, grabbing and wobbling them. Your hips begin to rock on his thigh, not necessarily the same pace Peppino's grinding on you. Its more reactive, more desperate to be touched compared to his slow movement.
"I could-a get you off doing just this, couldn't I?" He says in a low voice when two break the kiss for but a moment. You can't bring yourself to voice an answer, but you nod your head frantically. You are feeling yourself get closer and closer, you just needed something. His lips curl into a smirk that looks almost devilish, it's so fucking cute.
"Please," you rasp out. Not really thinking, you wiggle one hand in between the two of you to reach in between your legs. Peppino immediately catches this and gently swats that hand away, then shaking a finger at you.
"Ah, ah!" He teases, pushing himself closer again just enough to squish a moan out of you. "Just relax, tesorino. You-a did enough today."
He reaches in and starts stroking you off, fully leaned on top and even beginning to roll his hips onto you. He kisses you again, passionate as before, almost like he is trying to consume you. You give yourself to it all, reduced to ecstatic noises. Sweet fluids coaxed out from within you drip off of his fingers. He takes a moment to admire it before taking you in his arms.
"Thank you," you manage in your fucked out state. He smiles back and starts to rinse you both off, running those large hands gently over you.
"Thank you," He says, pulling you into a big, soft hug. Who even needed drying off, you could just fall asleep like this.
You kind of did when he carried you personally to bed.