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Doppio sat on the edge of the bed, and waited. Fear and excitement thrummed heavy and hard throughout his body, from the tips of his toes to the end of his particular curl of purple hair, filling him with a restless energy. He was used to this feeling. He craved this feeling, and only one person in his life could make him feel this way.
The world seemed a bit blurry from beyond where he stared at his feet, rubbing them together in nervous anticipation. It was hard to focus on anything while feeling so on edge. If his legs were long enough, he would be tapping his foot rhythmically against the ground.
Doppio fiddled with the hem of his crop top and moved a restless hand up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear. His hand lingered, running a finger down the outer shell of his ear and lightly ghosting over the many piercings that decorated his cartilage. A warm heat welled inside the pit of his stomach as he fingered the metallic studs. Memories of each piercing filled his mind and he shuddered. Doppio clenched his thighs and rubbed them together, the heat within him building, mercilessly.
A soft sigh fell from his lips and Doppio rotated one of the larger black studs between his index finger and thumb. Out of the many jewels that decorated his ear, this one was his favorite; his first, his most treasured. The memory left goosebumps on Doppio’s soft skin and he shivered, remembering the procedure. He had sat almost like he did today, antsy and restless, fear pounding through his veins as his Boss prepared the instruments for his branding.
Oh, Boss…
Nothing could quell the shaking that rattled him from the inside out. He had been terrified. Despite having, willfully and eagerly, taken the lives of so many people, he was not as confident when the needle came towards him. He remembered how it glinted, so sterile and firm in Boss’s hands. The device was slender yet intimidating. It had scared him. But the feeling of those large, rough, loving hands on his cheek had reminded him of exactly why he had agreed to being marked. Those dark, piercing eyes, staring so intimately into his soul, commanding him to obey, to submit.
How could he have done any differently?
Of course, it had stung. But it was as quick as Boss promised him, and he squeezed his hand and eyes tight when he felt him line the needle of the thin apparatus up with the marked dot on his ear. Doppio had felt the crunch, the agony of his cartilage bending under the will of the needle as it punctured his ear, and had begun to cry out before he’d felt the soothing voice of his Lord calm him into silent tears. He distinctly remembered the faint feeling of blood trickling down his ear, but his Boss had been there to swiftly secure the earring and wipe away both his blood and tears before he could register anything else.
He’d felt proud, so proud, as his double took him into his arms and rubbed his back as he hiccupped and clung to him.
“What a good boy you are, Doppio. What a good, obedient boy you are for me.”
Those words echoed inside his mind as Doppio fussed with the piercing, remembering how nothing mattered other than those words of praise and how proud Diavolo looked at him when he pulled a mirror out to show him how beautifully the light caught on his new mark. He was marked. Forever, Diavolo’s.
And forever and ever after that. More piercings came as Doppio felt distinct disappointment of the pain leave his first, the telltale signs of healing, longing for more of that sharp electric twinge that shot straight to his groin whenever the piercing was jostled. The jewelry was a physical sign of his Boss’s ownership over him, but the pain kept him forever mentally enslaved, constantly reminded of his status and who controlled his life.
He had whined to Diavolo, giving side remarks of how disappointed he was that his ear piercing no longer burned. Diavolo had teased him. “Really, Doppio, if you want me to hurt you I can do far more than just shove a needle through your ear. That’s really what you’re begging for?” But never once did he refuse. Every time Doppio cried in longing, a new piercing replaced the old. So much so that room was beginning to run out on his ear.
One night, Diavolo commented on this, laying on his back on their bed while Doppio draped himself over him, cuddled to his chest. Diavolo massaged his ear and said:
“You know, I don’t think this is enough.”
Doppio had looked up at him, confused, and always eager to please his Boss, replied:
"What isn’t enough, Boss?”
“Your ear. It’s not enough. If you want me to pierce you, then I want it to be somewhere that everyone is forced to see and know that you are Mine.”
Doppio, of course, could not complain.
And so he sat, patiently, restlessly, eagerly fidgeting as Diavolo prepared himself for the procedure.
Doppio lightly bit his lip and rolled it between his teeth. This wasn’t meant to be their regular routine. No, that was the point. He’d grown accustomed to the feeling of needles piercing and marring his cartilage. Boss wanted him ready and always on his toes. But where he wanted the jewelry next, he didn’t know, and so Doppio writhed.
Would it be his lip, his nose? Or perhaps his tongue. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head hard at the thought. It seemed painful… But of course he would gladly give that to his Boss. His Boss owned every part of him, including his pain, his happiness. But the image that arose in his head frightened him. Of course Boss would hold and comfort him and sing him sweet words of praise, but… just the idea of having the thick, spongy muscle in his mouth with a needle through it made him feel faint. And aroused.
Fortunately, Doppio was not subject to torment by his own mind any longer, and he immediately turned when he heard the door to their bedroom swing open.
“Boss!”
Diavolo looked at him with a gaze so firm that all of Doppio’s worries immediately quelled. He smiled softly, the corner of his lips twitching into a slight arch. Doppio treasured that sight. He knew he was the only person who would ever see it.
“Have you waited patiently for me, my dear?”
“Oh yes,” Doppio conceded and lifted himself eagerly up onto his knees on the bed, “I’ve been very good Boss! I waited just like you told me, I didn’t move from my spot, I-“
But he was shushed by a single figure as Diavolo crossed the room. Arousal erupted inside his gut and Doppio quickly silenced himself. Being treated so firmly by his God made Doppio immediately docile, and the tension in his body immediately relaxed, his shoulders dropping as Diavolo moved to sit on the bed beside him.
The man slowly drew his fingers down his lips, massaging his bottom lip before moving down to cup his chin. With a stern hand, Diavolo lifted his head and Doppio complied to the motion. He shivered as Diavolo looked down at him. He felt so small and meek under his gaze. He felt so loved.
“I have a special treat for you today, my cute Doppio,” Diavolo said, his voice deep, black velvet, “do you know what it is?”
Doppio let his eyes flutter shut and shook his head softly, leaning into Diavolo’s touch as his thumb stroked his cheek. He let out a small hum of contentment. There was no greater heaven than in submission.
Diavolo seemed pleased by his questionless surrender and moved his thumb back to toy with his bottom lip once more before continuing.
“You would look quite beautiful with a piercing here.” Diavolo enforced his point by digging his thumbnail slightly into the middle of his plump lip. “So sweet. It would complement your freckles quite well. I’d love to hear you sing as I bit it and pulled it between my teeth.”
Doppio moaned softly and cuddled closer to the large body beside him.
“But perhaps later. There are so many places I could place my mark on you. Your body is such a wonderful canvas… But there’s another area that I want to start with. Lean back now, my Doppio.”
Doppio opened his eyes and looked up at him, curiously, but obeyed without question. Diavolo moved his hand to the back of his head to help lay him down. He let his body be controlled and Doppio relaxed, leaning back and relaxing against the dark red covers of their bed. He shifted and looked up with big brown eyes as his Boss leaned over him, his spotted magenta hair falling around them like a curtain.
Like a docile spring lamb, Doppio caved under Diavolo’s black lips. He moaned as Diavolo placed his elbows on either side of his head and pressed him into the sheets with the force of his kiss. His eyebrows furrowed and Doppio leaned up eagerly into the pressure of his Boss’s commanding love. A soft whimper left his throat as Diavolo guided his lips to open for him. Diavolo chuckled deep in his chest as Doppio continued to keen into his kisses.
So hot. He felt so hot all over, heat radiating from the wet sensation of his Boss’s tongue in his mouth. They rubbed their tongues together, slick and greedy, Doppio allowing Diavolo to guide him. He could feel his warm breath on his face as he explored the inside of his mouth. Saliva dripped down his chin in their excitement.
Doppio’s back arched and he moaned earnestly as Diavolo suddenly grabbed the back of his hair and pulled his ponytail tight, making his neck bend. His chest rose and fell sharply as Diavolo’s kisses grew increasingly aggressive. He nipped and bit at his lips, his tongue, growling possessively against his mouth as he grabbed Doppio’s thin waist. His mind swum as Diavolo probed deeper and deeper inside his mouth. He felt like he was melting.
They broke apart only briefly as Doppio cried out when Diavolo positioned his knee between his legs and jerked forward. He panted, tears at the corners of his eyes, sweat and saliva covering his face. He was incredibly hard and had been for a while, and Doppio looked up at his Master through thick black lashes as a steady stream of moans left his lips while Diavolo rocked his knee and thigh against his clothed erection.
“You’re excited for this, aren’t you, little one?”
“Yes,” Doppio complied.
Diavolo hummed and stroked his soft stomach. “I can feel it, I just wanted to hear you say it.”
He keened and tilted his head back obediently as his Boss leaned in for another kiss. It was a fair amount more chaste, Diavolo’s lips pressing against his so lightly, so lovingly. Doppio could do nothing but press back in the smallest effort to show his undying loyalty to him.
A few more light pecks were placed on his lips before Diavolo finally broke free. Doppio panted and squirmed, looking up at him with need and a small bit of disappointment. Diavolo laughed.
“Don’t give me that look, my dear, I have something much better coming for you.”
Without waiting for a response, Diavolo turned and stretched himself across the bed to grab what he had set on the nightstand. Doppio gasped faintly as he flourished what he had retrieved in front of him. He’d seen the apparatus many times before, but it never failed to elicit fear and wonder inside him.
“This will be much more permanent than a kiss, though I do have to say you look quite nice with my lipstick on your face.”
Doppio reached a hand up to his mouth and blinked bashfully.
With another hum, Diavolo lowered himself to his side to lay next to Doppio on the bed. He tapped the piercing needle against Doppio’s chin and began to drag it down his body. Shivers erupted behind the trail that Diavolo made. He ghosted the instrument over his chest, swirling it lightly over his clothed nipples. They made eye contact and Diavolo smiled at him knowingly.
But before Doppio could take another breath, expecting Diavolo to stop there, he continued dragging the piercing needle down. Although he’d felt excitement at the idea of having his nipples pierced, he exhaled a sigh of nervous relief. Confusion immediately filled his mind in its place. If not his nipples then…?
Fortunately Doppio didn’t have to worry for much longer. Diavolo stopped his slow journey when the tip of the hollow needle came to rest at Doppio’s navel. He flicked wide eyes up to his Boss.
“Boss…?”
“Here.” Diavolo stated, and tapped the metal against his skin. Doppio shivered and squirmed slightly. “Where everyone can see.”
Arousal blossomed once more within him and Doppio felt his cock twitch harshly in his pants. He spread his legs subconsciously and shifted closer to Diavolo. He knew his penchant for crop tops, and so this way…
“Anyone who looks at you will know that you are mine.” Diavolo’s eyes burned into him and Doppio nodded eagerly.
“That’s all I want Boss, I just want to serve you, Boss.”
Diavolo pursed his lips slightly and pressed a single kiss against his forehead. “Then be a good boy and lay back for me. Let’s begin, shall we?”
With a warm hand, Diavolo reached behind him to pull the pillows closer to Doppio’s body so that he was sitting reclined and propped up against him. His heart pounded in anticipation as Diavolo pulled a bowl from the bedside table and unscrewed a bottle of rubbing alcohol, pouring it into the bowl with not a single drop spilling outside the edge. He waited patiently as Diavolo picked up the piercing needle and set it inside the liquid, and watched with fear and excitement when a second instrument followed. They looked like scissors, but with clamps at the end instead of blades. They intimidated him. They excited him.
A brief flash of silver caught Doppio’s eyes before it too was submerged into the alcohol. Diavolo’s attention was focused solely on sterilizing his tools, and Doppio watched as he pulled off his mesh shirt, his muscles rippling beneath his skin with just that one motion. Reaching behind himself, he Diavolo pulled his hair into a tight ponytail. Blood filled his cheeks as he admired his Boss’s body, feeling so blessed to be able to witness it. He was treated far too well he feared he may be spoiled.
Diavolo pulled on a pair of latex gloves and snapped them precisely against his skin once they were secured on his hands. Doppio bit his lip and watched as his Boss prepared the tools for his branding, seeing how he treated everything with such intent, delicate care making his arousal build deeper inside of him. Would he be treated with such concern? The intensity within Diavolo’s gaze confirmed his belief and Doppio sighed with longing.
After a minute or so, Diavolo placed a towel neatly upon the bed and removed the sterilized items from the bowl to dry. He looked quizzically over at the tools, but his chin was immediately caught by Diavolo’s gloved fingers.
“Ah ah ah,” Diavolo chided him, “no peeking.”
Doppio nodded and squeezed his eyes shut so he would not be tempted to look. His eyes shot open and he gasped as he felt a cold sensation on his tummy, and looked down to see Diavolo gently clean his skin with an alcohol soaked cotton ball. Nervousness filled his insides as his Boss carefully disinfected his skin. He was so kind, so cool, making sure everything was ready for his new piercing.
Doppio squirmed and giggled a bit when Diavolo used a q-tip inside of his bellybutton. He calmed immediately when his dark eyes flicked up to him, immediately knowing to keep still.
Everything must be perfect.
There was a soft pop and Doppio watched as Diavolo removed the cap from a marker that had been set at his side.
“Let’s see now…” Diavolo mused, hovering his hand over his navel, “Where should the needle go?”
Doppio looked down and watched as Diavolo lowered his hand to create a slight mark against his skin right above his bellybutton.
“Here. That looks good. Just right for a pretty diamond to go.”
Diavolo surveyed him critically before nodding and popping the cap back onto the marker.
“Now… let’s begin.”
Doppio took a sharp breath in as Diavolo picked up the scissor-like contraption that had been drying on the towel next to him. Although he’d been pierced many times, he’d never seen something like this, and it scared him. Diavolo seemed to sense this, and immediately shushed him, quelling his worries.
Placing his hand on Doppio’s cheek, Diavolo leaned in close to his face. “Shh, don’t worry my dear, it will all be over quickly.”
“Will it hurt?” Doppio blurted out without thinking, and Diavolo laughed and patted his cheek with a gloved hand.
“A bit,” he said, and kissed his freckled nose, “but I know how you enjoy the pain, so just be patient, and trust me.”
Of course Doppio could do nothing other than agree. It was true, after all. The pain made the experience all that more enjoyable. Being able to see his jewelry glint in the light and knowing how he had taken the agony for his Master made his piercings seem to shine with even more glory. It was something he could take pride in. It was something he craved.
Diavolo kissed him once more, flicking his tongue briefly against his lips before pulling away. He felt no more need to reassure him and Doppio did not expect it. He wanted to be good and strong for his Boss, he didn’t need reassurement; not when he looked at him with such approval.
And so without any other comment, Diavolo picked up the scissors that had frightened him so, and lowered them against his skin. He tried his hardest not to writhe as the cold metal clamps squeezed into his skin, tightening his flesh. Diavolo aligned the piercing needle to the tip of the mark he’d made.
“Are you ready, my dear?” Diavolo asked and with a breathy voice Doppio replied:
“Yes.”
Diavolo smiled and pressed the tip of the needle against his skin. He couldn’t help but shake.
“Calm down, my love.”
The feeling was like nothing else in the world. Grounding himself, Doppio watched as Diavolo pushed the needle slowly and precisely into his bellybutton. His eyes watered as he felt the sharp tip pierce him, and immediately his eyes shot closed. It made the sensation even more that overwhelming as he felt his flesh forcibly cave underneath the needle.
It was one of the most erotic things he had ever experienced. Doppio could feel the way the needle pushed through him, breaking his skin and forcing its way through his flesh and fat. He moaned deliciously as his body was manipulated. Electric waves of pain shot through him and he clenched the sheets like a lifeline. His breath came in pants, focusing solely on the fiery agony that erupted from his navel.
Doppio cried out. The feeling seemed to last for an eternity. Diavolo, with his calming touch, his gloved hands holding him still and firm, the needle marking him, shoving its way through his body, forcing his flesh to give way underneath Diavolo’s will. He felt so controlled. He felt like a doll. His cock was so hard.
But before Doppio could even sob, Diavolo was cooing to him. His eyes cracked open and he saw the needle slide through in one fluid motion. The Boss took no time to hesitate before securing the ring, pushing the needle through with the end of the jewelry.
And just like that, it was over.
His chest heaved as he looked down to see the diamond gem gleaming against his navel in the evening light. Blood pooled where the clamp held his skin taught. Eyes wide, Doppio watched as Diavolo gently screwed the top of the ball onto the ring and released the clamp’s hold on his bellybutton. There was a soft ringing in his ears, but through that, he could hear Diavolo’s heady pants.
“Oh, Doppio…”
He felt faint, light headed, as Diavolo shoved all the tools to the side. The bowl clanged to the floor, spilling alcohol across the hardwood, but neither of them seemed to care. Without a word, Diavolo grabbed Doppio by the back of his head and pulled him into a hungry, passionate kiss.
His mind reeled. Pain continued to thrum throughout his body as his Boss attacked his mouth. Doppio moaned and whined, tears streaming helplessly from his eyes. It felt so good, it felt so good, oh GOD it felt so good. Almost as if he could read his mind, Diavolo seemed to know exactly what he was thinking, and his hand immediately shot down to his crotch, mercilessly grasping his cock.
“You did so good,” Diavolo gasped against his neck, biting hard so that Doppio cried anew, “so good, so good for me. Look how beautiful you are. Look at how I own you.”
Doppio whimpered and wrapped his arms around his Boss’s neck, pulling him hard against his chest as he desperately smashed his lips against him. He needed to be used. He needed to be consumed.
Diavolo growled and wasted no time in unclasping his belt and wrenching his pants down. Doppio’s needy cock sprung free and he moaned at the cold air that met it. Fortunately Diavolo quickly relinquished his hold on him to lower his torso down so that he was comfortable enough to give Doppio on solid lick up the base of his twitching dick to his tip.
Writhing helplessly, Doppio’s hands shot to Diavolo’s head without thinking. He couldn’t help it. His fingers twined through Diavolo’s spotted hair and his hips jerked up against his mouth. He was so desperate. He needed this more than anything.
“Ah-…!!!” Doppio gasped, and his eyes rolled back as he felt his Master take his erection into his mouth.
The wet heat of Diavolo’s mouth was as torturous as it was heavenly. It almost felt too good to be real. Diavolo’s tongue wrapped around his base as he slurped hard without hesitation. His nose pressed flush against Doppio’s soft purple pubic hair as he took him all the way down his throat. He hummed, and Doppio threw his head back as the sensation surrounded his aching, dripping erection.
With a pop, Diavolo pulled back. A string of saliva connected his lips to the tip of Doppio’s red cock. He whined at the loss but Diavolo was quick to reassure him as he leaned over to fish a bottle of lube out from the bedside table. Uncapping it quickly, he coated his fingers in copious amounts of the liquid, squirting some onto Doppio’s taint and letting it drip down to pool in the small pucker of his asshole.
Diavolo wasted no time as he quickly shoved his index and forefinger into his hole and leaned back to resume sucking his small cock. Doppio’s thighs trembled. Sharp, piercing pain from the piercing continued to wrack his body as he curled his middle slightly to hold back onto Diavolo’s head, but it only served to intensify his pleasure. The feeling of his Boss’s mouth on his delicate erection, his fingers pumping greedily into him, the foreign metal inside his bellybutton… Doppio was in complete nirvana.
A familiar intensity was kindled in the heat of his stomach and Doppio cried:
“Oh Boss, please, oh please please please Boss I think I’m going to come…!!!”
And as always, Diavolo was a kind master. With a final lick and kiss to his cockhead, Diavolo withdrew and his aching cock sprung free from his mouth. A ring of black surrounded his base from Diavolo’s lipstick. He added another finger to make up for it, and leaned over Doppio’s face, while his three fingers spread and prepared him to be fucked.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Diavolo growled, passion gracing his strong features, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you don’t even remember who you are, just that you belong to me.”
Doppio whined and jerked his hips up, wriggling down harder onto the fingers inside of him.
“Please, please fuck me Boss, make me yours, I want to be your toy!!”
A purr could be heard as Diavolo used his free hand to squeeze at Doppio’s throat. His gasp died within him as he felt his fingers grip against his windpipe, his other hand pounding into and stretching him mercilessly. Doppio’s whole body was alight with euphoria.
“You’re mine. No one else’s, and I’ll put my cock and needle into you wherever I want.”
His breath hitched and Doppio cried, tears streaming fresh down his round, freckled cheeks and pressed himself as hard as he could against his Master’s fingers. He was so desperate he couldn’t take it. It was unbearable
“Shh shh my love,” Diavolo cooed and kissed his wet face, “you know I’ll always give you what you want. You know I always know what’s best for you.”
And without wasting any time, Diavolo withdrew himself completely from Doppio. Spreading his thighs and kneeling between them, Doppio watched with desperate arousal as Diavolo unbuttoned his pants and let his cock spring free. It was long, thick, and horribly hard, all for him. Doppio moaned and spread his thighs wide, needing it so badly inside of him. Precum dripped from its red tip as Diavolo pumped himself, looking down at Doppio’s body.
He flicked his fresh, bleeding piercing and Doppio cried out, his whole body shuddering as if he had been electrocuted.
“I love you, my cute Doppio,” Diavolo said and lifted his knees, aligning the head of his cock with Doppio’s wet, aching hole.
In one fluid motion, he rocked into him, and Doppio screamed in painful delight, his back arching at the intrusion.
Immediately Diavolo began to pound into him. His fat cock filled and stretched him fully, forcing his body to accommodate his girth. Doppio shook his head from side to side, moaning and crying deliriously in euphoria. He was so full, so full and dominated completely by his beautiful, wonderful, caring, kind Master. He was too good to him. Diavolo took such good care of him as he filled and fucked him beyond comprehension.
Wet sounds filled the room as Diavolo’s heavy balls slapped against his ass, echoing Doppio’s sobs and hiccups. Diavolo grinned and pounded into him, railing him into the bed, filling him so fully and withdrawing just so that he could slam even harder into him. Doppio’s own cock dripped against his leg, so horribly aching and neglected.
He wrapped his slender legs around his Boss’s waist as Diavolo grabbed his thin hips as leverage to fuck him deeper. He could feel every inch of Diavolo’s cock inside of him as it dominated him. He could feel it throb inside him and Doppio screamed anew as he ground against his prostate.
“Fuck, Boss!! Oh Boss, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!” Doppio sobbed, jerking himself against him in tandem, willing him in deeper.
Snarling, Diavolo’s hand went for his throat and he squeezed mercilessly. Doppio choked and felt his vision blur through tears and pain.
“You’re mine,” he heard him snarl through his agonized arousal, “you belong to me, I can do anything I want with you, you’re my whore and you’ll take it.”
“Yes!!!” Was all Doppio could manage to choke out as Diavolo squeezed his throat tighter.
He could feel his windpipe contract as Diavolo pressed his fingers harder and harder against his throat. Drool dripped freely from the corners of his mouth and cock. He was so close, so close…!!!
And with saintly permission, Diavolo ordered him:
“Cum for me, Doppio.”
White flashed across his vision as Diavolo’s hand left his throat to fist his cock, his other jerking his piercing harshly. Pain and pleasure consumed him as Doppio came harder than he ever had. His whole body spasmed as orgasm ripped through him. His thighs clenched against Diavolo’s waist and his toes curled in bliss as he came, his cock twitching harshly and spurting stripes of cum across his belly.
Diavolo groaned at the sight and with a final thrust, he buried his cock deep inside him, pressing their hips flushed together as he pumped him full of hot cum as his asshole contracted tight against him in orgasm.
His mind was a void as he came, registering nothing than the overwhelming pleasure of being marked so fully, so deeply by his Boss. His perfect Boss, so strong and powerful, filling him to the brim with his cum, marking him from the inside out.
They stayed like that for a while, pressed flushed together, consumed with each other’s pleasure. Doppio felt like he could die at that moment, for nothing he had experienced had ever compared. He could feel Diavolo’s breath against his skin, the heaving of his chest against his, and his heartbeat pounding with passion as they rode the waves of pleasure.
Eventually their bodies began to relax, and Doppio almost cried when Diavolo pulled himself out of him. He could feel cum dripping from his asshole and down the crease of his ass he was left empty and aching. Diavolo’s heavy body rose gently from him, and he pushed an arm underneath the small of his back to position and lay him against flat against the bed.
Doppio whined and reached out to him, and Diavolo grabbed his wrist and calmed him, pressing a hand to his forehead and wiping his sweaty purple bangs away from his eyes. He laid down beside him, but Doppio was too exhausted to move. Diavolo smiled softly and pet his cheek.
“I love you, my Doppio.” He whispered against his ear, and Doppio closed his eyes, a smile filling his face.
“I love you too, Boss, more than anything.”
Diavolo paused for a moment before smiling in return. He kissed his forehead and wrapped his arms around him. They lay there for a while as their breath returned to them. The uncomfortable twang of pain rocked Doppio from his calm reverie and he hissed softly when Diavolo’s hand that had been massaging him ghosted over his bellybutton.
Always sure to take care of his possessions, Diavolo leaned over to grab another cotton ball and sterilize the piercing, wiping away his cum and blood that had mixed together and covered his stomach. Doppio giggled slightly as he felt him nuzzle against his neck and pinch his chest.
“I think I’ll do your nipples next.”