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Pantalone laid on his back, facing the ceiling, blankets pulled up up to his waist. He wore a silky sleep wear set, soft and easy to remove.
A bit of back story now.
He had confessed his interest in somnophilia to Dottore months ago, it was random, came out of nowhere and he just said it bluntly. The idea of being taken while seemingly oblivious, vulnerable in sleep, thrilled him in ways he couldn't quite articulate. Being woken up by pleasure, it was exciting. Dottore had listened to him and agreed on it, he too was rather intrigued.
It was so serious they even arranged a date for it!
So, there waa Pantalone.
He had gone to bed earlier than usual, while Dottore was just now preparing for bed in his downstairs office.
Pantalone's mind raced. His pulse quickened at the mere thought, his body already responding with a familiar ache in his groin. Sleep? Impossible. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing his breathing into a slow, rhythmic pattern, willing his limbs to relax. But he couldn't! He just simply couldn't fall asleep. He'd been trying for an hour now!
So instead, he decided to just pretend! They already planned the whole thing!
Dottore entered the room shortly after, his footsteps muffled by the thick rugs. He had noticed Pantalone's subtle hints all evening, the lingering glances, the way his husband's fingers had traced idle patterns on his thigh during dinner. He knew Pantalone was excited.
Now, slipping out of his every day white coat, Dottore dimmed the lamp in the room further. He approached the bed, his eyes fixed on the rise and fall of Pantalone's chest. The Ninth Harbinger looked every bit the picture of repose, his dark hair splayed across the pillow, clothes conveniently lifted a bit.
Just perfect.
Dottore slid into bed beside him, the mattress dipping under his weight. He pressed close. His hand trailed lightly down Pantalone's arm, testing the waters. No reaction. Dottore's fingers then ventured lower, slipping under the blankets to rest on Pantalone's hip. The skin there was warm, smooth, and Dottore felt the subtle tension beneath it, a more obvious telltale sign, perhaps, but he pressed on.
Pantalone bit the inside of his cheek to stifle any sound, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure Dottore could hear it. The touch sent sparks racing up his spine, his cock twitching against the confines of his undergarments. He kept his eyes firmly shut, his breaths measured, even as Dottore's hand slid across his abdomen, fingers dipping toward the growing bulge.
'Stay still' Pantalone commanded himself in his head. 'Don't move.' But gods, it was torture, the anticipation coiling tighter in his gut, making his thighs clench involuntarily.
Then,
Dottore chuckled, he leaned closer, pressing his face to Pantalones shoulder before nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
"I know you're awake" he murmured. His hand paused just above Pantalone's erection.
Pantalone's eyes opened and he sighed as a flush creeped up his neck. He turned his head slightly, meeting Dottore's gaze. Those piercing red eyes sparkled with knowing delight. As if he was glad he caught his beloved pretending.
"You bastard" Pantalone whispered, though he didn't really say it to insult. "You couldn't have pretended along? Come on, try again. I'll close my eyes and you continue."
Dottore chuckled once more as he withdrew his hand slowly, propping himself up on one elbow to better study his husband's face. "Eager, are we? I could feel your pulse racing from across the room." He traced a finger along Pantalone's jawline, tilting his chin up. "But if we're doing this your way, we do it properly. No half-measures. You can pretend when we're doing something else."
Pantalone swallowed hard, the excitement still thrumming through him. He wanted it, craved the illusion of surrender but Dottore's perceptiveness had shattered it too soon.
"... I couldn't sleep" he admitted. "The thought of you... taking me like that. It kept me up. I got too excited at the mere thought!"
A soft laugh escaped Dottore as he settled his back against the pillows, pulling Pantalone with him until they were chest to chest. "Then next time." he said simply. "You want the real thing? Fall asleep for me. I'll know when you're truly out." His hand resumed its gentle exploration, but this time it was soothing, stroking down Pantalone's back in lazy circles, avoiding the sensitive areas that would only heighten the arousal.
Pantalone groaned in frustration, burying his face in Dottore's shoulder. "Tomorrow then? I'll brew some tea before bed, calm myself and then I'll definitely fall asleep."
Dottore gave a small shrug, not caring what date Pantalone picked. "As you wish dear."
The following day unfolded and at around 9pm Pantalone retreated to the private alcove of their bedroom, where a small hearth flickered with controlled flames. He prepared the tea, chamomile steeped with valerian root, a blend he'd sourced from apothecaries for its sedative properties. The steam rose as he poured it into the cup. To ensure success, he reached into a drawer by the bed and retrieved a small vial of sleeping pills, having Dottore as your husband, well, getting any medication was easy. He'd either make it or own it already.
He swallowed one dry, chasing it with the hot tea. The bitterness coated his tongue, but he savored it, knowing it held the key to the surrender he desired.
Finishing the cup.
Pantalone felt the first waves of drowsiness tug at his limbs about ten minutes later. He changed into his night clothes and slipped into bed. The sheets were cool against his heated body, but he arranged the pillows just so, lying on his side with his back to the door. His eyelids drooped almost immediately, the pill and tea doing their work. Within minutes, sleep claimed him, deep, his breaths slow and even, body limp as a rag doll.
Dottore entered the bedroom precisely an hour later, his internal clock as precise as any other. He paused in the doorway observing Pantalone's form. He looked utterly vulnerable, dark hair tousled on the pillow, one arm draped loosely over the edge of the bed, chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm. No feigned stillness this time, Dottore could tell from the slackness of his jaw, the absence of any subtle tension. A smile curved his lips. He moved silently, locking the door behind him with a soft click. Dottore shrugged off his coat, folding it neatly over a chair then approached the bed. His cock stirred in his trousers at the sight, the anticipation from the previous night only fueled him more. But tonight, he had more in mind than mere satisfaction. From one of the drawers off to the side he retrieved a kamera. Why did he have it in a random drawer? He clicked the button and it whirred open, pictures of some random papers and whatnot, meh, he deleted them in a bulk.
It was meant for documenting experiments, but this...seemed to be a much more important thing to document. Will he regret that later when he needs those pictures? Possibly.
He set the Kamera on the bedside table, angling it toward the bed, he activated it with a small twist, the lens whirring faintly to life. The red indicator light blinked once, then dimmed to invisibility. Satisfied, he turned his attention fully to Pantalone. Sliding into bed beside him, and no response. Dottore's hand ventured lower, slipping under the nightshirt to caress the flat plane of Pantalone's stomach. His fingers traced the faint trail of hair leading downward, finding the soft cock nestled there. It lay against Pantalone's thigh, unresponsive in sleep. Dottore cupped it gently, rolling it in his palm until it began to thicken, blood rushing in instinctive reaction. A low hum of approval escaped him as he freed his own erection from his trousers, stroking it slowly while his other hand worked Pantalone's shaft to full hardness.
Pantalone remained oblivious, a soft sigh slipping from his lips as his body betrayed him, hips twitching faintly. Dottore captured the moment with the Kamera's remote trigger, a quick series of photos, the contrast of his hand on pale skin, the way Pantalone's cock stood rigid now, tip glistening with a bead of pre-cum. Emboldened, Dottore shifted, rolling Pantalone onto his stomach carefully, making sure his airways weren't closed off.
The nightshirt rode up and Dottore gently pulled it up as much as possible, exposing his husbands lower back. His fingers then curled around the hem of his trousers and he pulled them down along with his underwear, letting them pool around the mans ankles.
He then reached for a vial of oil on the nightstand, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. The liquid was cool, slick, as he began circling Pantalone's entrance, pressing the tip of one finger inside. The ring of muscle clenched around the intrusion. Dottore pushed deeper, twisting to coat the inner walls, adding a second finger when the first met no resistance. Pantalone's body accommodated him, a faint whimper escaping as Dottore scissored his digits, stretching the passage. The Kamera recorded it all, the wet sounds, the way Pantalone's hole fluttered, the doctor's fingers disappearing knuckle-deep.
Dottore's cock ached, leaking against his thigh. He withdrew his fingers, slicking his length thoroughly before positioning himself. The head nudged against the prepared entrance, and with a thrust, he breached it. Inch by inch, he sank in, the tight heat enveloping him immediately. Pantalone's body tensed briefly, then relaxed, accepting the full length until Dottore's hips met his ass. He paused, buried deep, savoring the pulse of inner muscles around his shaft. Then he began to move, slow drags out and pushes in, building a rhythm that rocked the bed subtly.
The Kamera captured the scene from its stand, Dottore's body covering Pantalone's, the arch of his back as he thrust, the way Pantalone's fingers curled into the sheets unconsciously. Dottore gripped Pantalone's hips, pulling him back onto each stroke, the slap of skin growing louder. He reached around, fisting Pantalone's neglected cock, pumping it in time with his fucks. Pre-cum slicked his hand, easing the glide as Pantalone's hips bucked instinctively, chasing friction even in slumber.
Dottore's pace quickened, breaths coming in sharp pants. He reached over for the Kamera with one hand while still holding Pantalone's hips up with the other. He snapped a few more photos manually, close-ups of where they joined, his cock stretching the rim, Pantalone's face slack against the pillow. A low groan built in his throat as he drove deeper, angling to grind against that sensitive spot inside. Pantalone moaned softly, body shuddering. Dottore set the Kamera back and took the bankers twitching cock back into his palm. The doctor continued to fuck him harder, relentless, the bed creaking under the force, fingers digging into the soft pale flesh.
Climax hit Dottore first, a white-hot rush that had him slamming in one final time. He came with a muffled grunt, flooding Pantalone's ass with thick spurts of cum, hips grinding to push it deeper inside. The sensation triggered Pantalone's release, his hole clenched milking Dottore as cum shot from his cock onto the sheets below, body convulsing in silent orgasm. Only soft 'mmm's' and 'mhm's' left Pantalone's mouth. As if it was an inconvenience to him to be disturbed in his sleep.
Cum seeped around Dottore's base where he remained buried, but he withdrew slowly, the slick slide pulling another unconscious sigh from Pantalone's lips. The doctor's chest heaved with residual breaths, sweat beading on his brow as he watched his seed leak from the reddened hole. He grabbed the Kamera, filming the aftermath, the gape, the drip of cum down Pantalone's ass. With a free hand he spread the cheeks to film an even better close up, he gathered some of the cum on his fingers and pushed it back inside, before setting the device aside once more.
He wasn't done, not yet. The sight of his husband, sprawled limp and spent on the sheets stirred more hunger in him. Pantalone's cock laid soft against the bed, streaked with his own dried seed, and his hole twitched faintly, leaking Dottore's load onto the fabric below.
With careful hands, Dottore gripped Pantalone's hips and flipped him onto his back. The motion was gentle, he made sure to handle him perfectly. Pantalone's head lolled to the side, dark lashes laid against his cheeks, mouth slightly parted in the depths of sleep. His nightshirt had bunched up awkwardly, exposing the rise and fall of his chest. Dottore moved closer, using both hands to unbutton the shirt and gently shrug it off Pantalone's shoulders. Then, he paused, drinking in the vulnerability, then leaned down to press a soft kiss to Pantalone's cheek. The skin was warm under his lips. "So pretty" he whispered as he reached over with a clean hand to fix Pantalone's hair before looking at him upclose once more.
Pantalone's sleeping face, relaxed jaw, the subtle flush of his cheeks, just beautiful, he commited it to memory before his gaze drifted lower.
Dottore's head moved lower, both hands at Pantalone's sides now, his mouth found one nipple, latching on with a firm suck. His tongue flicked over the hardened peak, sharp teeth grazing just enough to elicit a twitch from Pantalone's body. The banker arched slightly, a soft hum escaping his throat, but his eyes remained closed, body responding on pure instinct. Dottore lavished attention on the sensitive bud, sucking harder, then switching to the other side. He pinched the abandoned nipple between his fingers, rolling it until it pebbled further. His index and middle finger pinched it while the pads of his thumb rubbed the tip.
Pantalone's breaths quickened subtly, chest pushing into the touch, his cock stirring again against his belly. Dottore continued, he rolled the nipple in his mouth before finally pulling away, he gave both a firm pinch and a tug before letting go. Leaving the two buds reddened.
Satisfied with the renewed hardness of his cock, Dottore shifted upward on the bed, knees bracketing Pantalone's shoulders. His own erection had flagged only briefly earlier, now it had swelled back to life at the proximity to that plush mouth. He gripped the base of his shaft, still slick with oil and cum and dragged the head over Pantalone's lips. The soft flesh yielded, parting slightly as the tip smeared residue across them. Dottore pressed forward, nudging past the barrier of teeth until the crown rested on Pantalone's tongue. Warmth enveloped him, the unconscious mouth slack and accommodating. He reached down with one hand, gently keeping Pantalone's mouth open as he rocked his hips shallowly, fucking into the wet heat, careful not to choke the other but still relishing the glide. Saliva pooled at the corners of Pantalone's lips, dripping down his chin as Dottore thrust a few more times, the sensation causing him to moan. Then, he pulled out with a wet pop, unwilling to push too far in sleep. He turned Pantalone's head to the side so he wouldn't choke on his saliva. He didn't want Pantalone to neither wake up or by the gods, wake up choking! They were freaks but this was a sleep play, not death play!
After assuring Pantalone was fine, Dottore trailed his cock down his husbands body, over the sternum, the navel, leaving a glistening path behind.
The Kamera whirred softly from its spot, capturing the descent, the way Pantalone's lips shone now, the subtle swell of his chest from the nipple play, the doctor's length bobbing heavy and ready against his skin.
Dottore finally settled between Pantalone's spread thighs, hooking one leg over his shoulder for better access. The position exposed everything, the spent hole still gaping slightly, cum trickling out in lazy rivulets. Dottore scooped some with his fingers, pushing it back inside before adding more oil, working it deep with two digits to ensure smoothness.
Pantalone's body clenched around the intrusion, hips lifting almost unnoticeably as if seeking more. Dottore aligned himself once more but in that moment Pantalone moved, seemingly wanting to turn to his side in sleep. Dottore gripped his ankle, the one on his shoulder and gently twisted Pantalone back into place. He leaned closer, rubbing the mans thigh. "Shh, stay still for me." He whispered as if the other could hear.
After they were both back in place, Dottore aligned himself again, before he pushed in slowly, the resistance minimal this time, walls yielding to swallow him whole. Inch by inch he filled Pantalone again. The new position and angle allowed deeper penetration, his pelvis grinding against Pantalone's balls with each hilt. He started slow, pulling out to the tip before sliding back in, the drag pulling obscene sounds from the union, wet squelches of oil and cum mixing.
Dottore's hands roamed as he fucked, one bracing on the mattress, the other stroking Pantalone's cock in firm pulls. The shaft hardened fully under his grip once again, pre-cum beading at the slit to ease the motion. Pantalone moaned in his sleep, head turning side to side, fingers flexing into the sheets. Dottore leaned forward, capturing more footage with a quick adjustment of the remote, the way his cock disappeared into the stretched hole, Pantalone's face contorted in dreamlike pleasure, nipples red and swollen from earlier attention.
Simply perfection.
The pace built gradually, Dottore's thrusts gaining force. He slammed in harder, the bedframe protesting with creaks, skin slapping rhythmically. Pantalone's body rocked with each impact, his leg over Dottore's shoulder bending at the knee, toes curling.
"Shit" Dottore murmured as he reached over, thrusts slowing but not stopping, his hands fixed one of the pillows behind Pantalone. Assuring his head wouldn't make contact with the headboard.
Then, he was right back to it, the doctor's free hand now pinned Pantalone's hip, holding him steady as he drove deeper, angling to hit that bundle of nerves inside. A sharper cry escaped Pantalone, body shuddering, his cock leaking steadily into Dottore's palm. "You like it there hm?" He teased breathlessly. "I know you do, you go crazy when I hit that spot." He continued as his release coiled tight, balls drawing up. "So close..hah, you're so beautiful and warm.." he muttered though Pantalone couldn't hear, the words more for his own thrill.
Ir wasn't long until another climax crashed over him, cock pulsing as he unloaded another one deep inside, mixing with the remnants of the first. The added slickness triggered Pantalone's second orgasm, his hole spasming, milking every drop, while ropes of cum painted his stomach.
"There you go.." Dottore mumbled as he rocked back and forth while his hand gently stroked Pantalone's cock again until he was certain nothing else would come.
Pantalone's body went slack after, breaths ragged but evening out into sleep once more. Dottore stayed seated inside, grinding lazily to prolong the aftershocks, before finally withdrawing. Cum gushed out in a thick stream, pooling between Pantalone's cheeks. He reached for the Kamera, zooming in to record the mess, the reddened entrance. A series of photos followed, close-ups of the cum-streaked thighs, Pantalone's blissed-out expression, even a shot of his own softening cock and the mess on his stomach.
Dottore twisted his head to the side, pressing a kiss to Pantalone's ankle which laid on his shoulder before gently lowering it onto the bed. He trailed soft kisses along his beloveds body, one on his thigh, his hand, shoulder, neck, forehead, everything he could reach.
The Kamera was back on its spot, now forgotten as Dottore was thinking about other things. Like, how it was getting colder and he needed to clean up and dress them both up before they got sick!
Only then did Dottore tend to the cleanup. He fetched a basin of warm water from the adjoining bath, cloths soaked and wrung out. Starting with Pantalone, he wiped away the sweat and fluids, gentle swipes over the chest, the softening cock, between the legs. He cleaned the hole last, pressing the cloth inside to absorb what he could, mindful not to wake him, as if he could after all that. His own body followed, trousers refastened, skin refreshed. He slipped Pantalone into a new pair of pajamas and then, the Kamera was powered down and tucked away, its captures safe for later review.
Dottore then slid back into bed to sleep this time, drawing Pantalone into his embrace. The bankers head rested on his chest, body curling instinctively even in slumber. Dottore pressed a kiss to his head and then he was finally off to sleep. Satisfied.
As dawn crept in. Pantalone roused with a deep inhale, muscles protesting the night's toll, a deeper ache between his legs, his legs were sore as well. His eyes fluttered open to Dottore's sleepy gaze beside him, the doctor's arm still draped around him. "Mmm... what time is it?" Pantalone murmured shifting slightly and wincing at the soreness he felt.
Dottore's lips quirked. "Early enough. You were out cold. I indulged thoroughly."
Pantalone's pulse quickened. His face brightening and he seemed to lose any and every point of drowsiness and sleepiness almost immediately. He pressed closer, nuzzling into Dottore's neck. "Tell me everything!" he said, the demand eager, the excitement in his voice obvious.
Dottore chuckled. "Oh I can do better than that." He tilted his head to the nightstand beside Pantalone.
Pantalone turned, seeing the Kamera he almost gasped. "You didn't!"
Dottore nodded "I did, I did. You were delightful."
Pantalone's breathing hitched as he stared at the Kamera on the nightstand once more, its sleek metal casing glinting, calling out to him. He turned back to Dottore.
"Show me." he demanded, voice husky from sleep and anticipation, his hand sliding up the doctor's chest to toy with the collar of his nightshirt. "Please, show me now."
Dottore couldn't deny him obviously so he propped himself up on one elbow, his free arm tightening around Pantalone's waist to pull him closer once again, their legs tangling under the rumpled sheets.
"Eager this morning, aren't you?" Dottore murmured, his lips brushing Pantalone's ear. He reached past him to snag the Kamera, fingers slow as he activated it with a soft click. The screen flickered to life, casting a low glow over their faces. "Let's see how you looked taking my cock while lost in dreams."
Pantalone shivered at the words, his cock twitching against his thigh despite the lingering ache. He nestled closer, peering at the screen as Dottore navigated to the first recording. The first few moments were Dottore setting up the camera and angling it so he fast forwarded through that part.
Then, the view came into play, Pantalone sprawled on his stomach, nightshirt hiked up, ass exposed and glistening from the oil Dottore had applied. The camera angle captured everything, the slow spread of cheeks, the doctor's fingers probing, slicking the tight ring before his thick cock pressed forward.
Pantalone watched, transfixed, as his own body yielded on screen, the head breaching him inch by inch, walls stretching around the intrusion. A faint, unconscious moan escaped his recorded self, hips shifting subtly even in sleep. It was as if he could feel it happening to him right now from just watching himself like that.
"Gods" Pantalone whispered, his hand drifting down to palm his hardening length through the sheets. The sight of Dottore's shaft disappearing fully, balls slapping against his skin with each thrust, sent fresh arousal pooling in his gut. He could almost feel the burn of that initial penetration again, the way his hole had clenched instinctively around the invading girth.
The footage progressed, showing Dottore's pace quicken. Pantalone's body rocked on the bed, face turned into the pillow, lips parted in silent cries. Cum leaked from his untouched cock, smearing the sheets below, and then Dottore's release. The close-up that followed made Pantalone's breath hitch.
The way his ass clenched around the base, white seed oozing out as Dottore pulled back slowly in the recording.
Pantalone's face burned, but not from shame but pure want. He turned his head to capture Dottore's mouth in a kiss, tongues immediately sliding together as the video continued to the flip. On screen, Dottore's hands gripped his hips, rolling him onto his back with care. Pantalone's sleeping face filled the frame, cheeks flushed, eyes shut tight before the doctor's lips descended on a nipple, sucking hard enough to make the bud darken.
Pantalone broke the kiss to watch, he breathed, reaching up to trace the faint red spots on his chest. "You were incredible, this was..perfect, better than I had expected."
Dottore hummed in agreement, setting the Kamera on the pillow so both hands were free. One cupped Pantalone's jaw, thumb stroking his lower lip, while the other dipped between his legs, fingers his circling his groin. "Anything to indulge you my love."
The video showed him rubbing his cock over those same lips now, the tip nudging inside, shallow thrusts coating the tongue with leftover cum and saliva.
Pantalone's mouth watering at the imagined taste.
The screen captured the second penetration vividly, the leg hooked over Dottore's shoulder, hole gaping and wet, cock sliding with ease. Pantalone watched his own shaft harden under the doctor's strokes, pre-cum slicking the motions, until orgasm hit and splattered his belly.
As the footage ended with the cleanup, Pantalone was fully hard, leaking pre-cum into his undergarments.
Dottore rolled them so Pantalone straddled his lap, the Kamera forgotten for now. His cock stood rigid, pressing up against the rise in Pantalone’s pants.
"There's still space for a few more minutes of footage."
Pantalone gasped at the sudden friction, the rough weave of Dottore's pants scraping against his sensitive length through the layers. He rocked forward instinctively. "Then film it" he said.
Dottore's hand slid up Pantalone's back to press him closer while the other reached for the Kamera. He activated it with a flick of his thumb, propping it against a stack of pillows to capture the scene from a side angle. The lens focused on Pantalone's face first, flushed and parted lips, eyes half-lidded with lust, before panning down to where their hips met. "Strip for the Kamera my love" Dottore commanded, his free hand yanking at the ties of Pantalone's pants. "Show how hard you got just from watching yourself get fucked."
Pantalone complied eagerly, lifting his hips just enough to shove the pants down his thighs. His cock sprang free, the head glistening with fresh pre-cum that dripped onto Dottore's abdomen. He kicked the fabric aside, fully exposed now, skin prickling in the cool air of the Snezhnayan bedroom. Naked from the waist down, Pantalone ground down again, his bare cock sliding alongside Dottore's still-clothed one. The doctor's erection strained against his pants, the outline clear and tempting, but Dottore made no move to free it yet, savoring the tease.
"Touch yourself" Dottore ordered as he adjusted the Kamera's angle.
Pantalone's hand wrapped around his own shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip, thumb circling the slit to spread the leaking fluid. He moaned softly, the sound captured clearly by the device, his hips bucking into his fist. But it wasn't enough, he needed more contact, more of Dottore. Leaning forward, Pantalone fumbled with the doctor's pants, fingers trembling as he worked the fastenings open. Dottore's cock emerged slapping against his belly before Pantalone gripped it, aligning their lengths together.
Skin met skin now, cocks pressed together. Pre-cum slickened the slide, making each thrust smoother, wetter. Pantalone rolled his hips, the heads of their cocks bumping with every upward grind, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. Dottore's hand joined Pantalone's at their cocks, wrapping around both shafts in a firm hold, jerking them together in long pulls.
"Yes, yes.." Pantalone moaned in a high pitch tone, his free hand bracing on Dottore's shoulder for leverage. He thrust into the tight channel of their combined grip, the friction building fast, skin dragging over rigid veins, the slick sounds filling the room alongside their ragged breaths. Dottore's thumb pressed into the underside of Pantalone's cock, right at the sensitive frenulum, rubbing in circles that made his thighs quiver. The soreness there amplified everything, turning the ache into sharp spikes of ecstasy. Pantalone's balls drew up tight, brushing against Dottore's with each grind, the dual sensation pushing him closer to the edge.
Dottore watched him intently. He thrust up to meet Pantalone's movements, their cocks sliding faster now, pre-cum mixing into a messy lubricant that dripped down to soak the base.
"Look.. at the kamera" he muttered, tilting Pantalone's chin toward the lens.
"Say, how much you love your husband, how you can't do this with anyone else, how you're a desperate slut just for me."
Pantalone's cheeks burned, but he obeyed, voice breaking on a whine. "I love my husband, I-ah-would never do this with anyone besides my dear husband."
"And?"
"And, I'm his, and his only, his desperate slut, whatever he calls me, I am." Pantalone bit his lip after the words spilled out, unfiltered, heightening the intimacy as the Kamera recorded every twitch, every bead of sweat trailing down.
The pace then quickened, Dottore's hand tightening around their shafts, stroking harder, faster. Pantalone's hips snapped forward erratically, chasing the building pressure. He leaned in, capturing Dottore's mouth in a messy kiss, teeth clashing, tongues thrusting in time with their grinding cocks. Dottore broke it to bite at Pantalone's lower lip, drawing a sharp sting that made him clench his ass, the empty ache inside begging for filling even as he reveled in this simpler pleasure.
Tension coiled tighter, Pantalone's strokes faltering as orgasm loomed. Dottore sensed it, releasing their cocks to pinch the base of Pantalone's shaft, delaying the release.
"Not yet" he murmured, flipping their positions. Now Dottore loomed over him, pinning Pantalone's wrists above his head with one hand while the other resumed the frottage. Their cocks trapped between sweat-slick bellies, Dottore rocked his hips in slow thrusts, the slide rougher now without the guiding fist. Pantalone arched up, legs wrapping around Dottore's waist to pull him closer, heels digging into his back.
The Kamera captured it all, the way Pantalone's cock leaked, smearing across Dottore's abdomen, the doctor's length pressing down with each roll. "Beg for it" Dottore demanded, his breath hot against Pantalone's ear. "Beg to cum from just our cocks rubbing. You were quiet last night, now I want to hear you."
Pantalone's voice cracked, desperate.
"Please, let me cum, rub harder, I need it. I want it Dottore. Let me cum for you."
Dottore obliged, grinding with harsher intensity, the heads catching and dragging over each other until Pantalone shattered first. His cock pulsed, spurting cum between them, painting Dottore's stomach and his own chest in hot streaks. The spasms milked against Dottore's shaft, pushing him over seconds later, his release mixing with Pantalone's.
They shuddered together, Dottore collapsing half atop him, cocks still twitching in the aftermath. Pantalone panted, body limp. Dottore reached over to stop the recording, the Kamera's light blinking off as he set it aside. He kissed Pantalone's forehead, then his lips, soft and lingering.
Pantalone smiled lazily, nuzzling into Dottore's neck. "Play it back later" he suggested, voice muffled. "I want to see how we look covered in each other."
Dottore chuckled. "I feel like we'll go in circles like this"
Pantalone hummed contentedly, shifting to drape a leg over Dottore's thigh, their softening cocks brushing incidentally and drawing a shared shiver. He pressed a soft kiss to the doctor's jaw. "Who says I mind the repetition?"
Dottore tsked. "Flatterer. You're just angling for another round already, aren't you?" He rolled them slightly so Pantalone was half-sprawled atop him, his husbands weight a welcome press against his body.
"Me? Never." Pantalone said in mock shock as he leaned in, capturing Dottore's mouth in a slow kiss, not the frantic clash like before.
When he pulled away he hummed. New thoughts already brewing. "We could make a whole collection, perhaps next time you'd prefer me on my knees, taking you down my throat while you film from above. The angle would show everything, how I choke, how I swallow."
Dottore's fingers traced Pantalone's back. "Tempting. But let's savor this first, the part where you're pliant in my arms, whispering filth like it's poetry."
Pantalone sighed. "I guess that works too."