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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Diavolo/Vinegar_Doppio
  Character:
      Diavolo_(Jojo), Vinegar_Doppio
  Additional Tags:
      Phone_Sex
  Series:
      Part 1 of Assorted_Jojo_smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-31 Words: 1597
****** An inopportune phone call ******
by TheWitchMaker
Summary
     Doppio gets a call from the boss at a bad time. Underage tagged
     because Doppio is 17, canonically.
Notes
     I am absolutely appalled by the lack of diappio phone sex fics, and
     the lack of diappio fics in general.
"Oh, shit! Why now?"
Doppio scrambled for the phone (his shoe), wiping his hand on his shirt without
thinking. He really, truly had the worst luck in the world. He even tripped and
fell while hopping off the bed and rushing to answer the call.
"Boss? You there?"
"You're out of breath. Why is that?"
He hadn't thought it'd be very noticeable... But he was breathing a little
heavier. Well, he could just lie a little... He was in a hotel room with the
curtains drawn. There's no way the boss could see him here. He'd checked the
room five times for cameras and bugs, and found nothing!
"Ah! I was just, uh... I was lifting weights! Just getting some exercise!"
"Is that so?"
"Yep! I figured, I need to toughen up a little, you know? I have to protect you
with my life, but I can't do that if I'm weak, right?"
The boss chuckled on the other end, making Doppio shiver. It was bad enough
that he'd been interrupted in the middle of jacking off at all, but it was pure
torture to have to listen to the voice he'd been fantasizing about.
"You've been working out your right wrist quite a bit, haven't you? Your hand
is shaking, Doppio."
"Ah, um, that's..."
He could hear that over the phone? The boss was really amazing sometimes... By
the change in his tone, he already knew exactly what kind of "exercise" his
second-in-command had really been doing.
"Why don't you tell me what my Doppio was really doing, hm?"
"I-- I, uhh, I was, um..."
"Go on. Take your time."
Doppio took a couple deep breaths to steady himself. There was no point in
lying, and he could have been caught doing worse.
"I was, uh... I was masturbating. Sorry, I know I should always be alert and
ready for anything, but--"
"Shh, get back on the bed. Just sit back and relax for me."
"Y-yes, sir."
It was so much easier to act when following a command. And he could never say
no to his boss, of course.
Doppio sat back down and scooted to the center of the bed where he reclined
against the pile of pillows at the headboard. He easily settled back into the
same spot he'd previously occupied, still warm to the touch.
"Okay... I'm back. I'm, uh... I'm sitting in bed again."
"Good. Very good. You still have your clothes on, yes?"
"Yeah."
"Take everything off."
"R-right."
He'd meant to be quick, just to take the edge off and relax a bit from a busy
day. He hadn't taken anything off yet, content just with unzipping his slacks
enough to pull his dick out. Part of him was still fiercely embarrassed at
being caught with his pants down, so to speak. Another was in a state of
complete disbelief that his boss (THE boss!) was knowingly and willingly
fueling his dirty fantasies. The last piece was still hard (maybe even more so
than before) and really didn't give a shit about the other two.
"Go on. Imagine that I'm doing it for you. Would you like that?"
"Boss..."
"Answer the question."
"Nn... Yes, I would."
Doppio balanced the receiver between his ear and shoulder to free up both
hands. He licked his dry lips and paused for a moment, considering whether or
not it would be okay to voice what was on his mind.
"How... How would you do it? How would you undress me?"
Another dark chuckle from the other.
"Slowly. I'd run my hands up under your shirt and push it up, inch by inch."
Doppio had the image in his head, clear and vivid as a photograph. He'd never
given much thought to putting a face to the voice he knew so well, but he could
surely see it now. An angular face framed by long, bright hair, and a lithe
body looming over his own.
As he closed his eyes and focused on it, he could almost feel the boss' black-
painted lips kiss his skin as his shirt hiked up.
Almost as if he could see it himself, the boss sighed faintly.
"I would take the opportunity, of course, to play with your nipples-- have you
ever done that on your own, Doppio?"
He already was. He licked the pad of his thumb and dragged it over one nipple,
biting his lip as it perked up almost instantly.
"Y-yes, sir... I'm-- mm, I'm doing it right now, boss."
"Of course you are. Are you imagining that I'd be gentle with you? Or do you
like to think of me biting and sucking and pinching until they're bright red
and sore? Would you moan for me, writhe and arch your back?"
As his boss talked, Doppio's fingers demonstrated for him. First he stroked and
pinched just slightly, ticklish pangs travelling all the way to his groin.
Feather-light touches teased his skin while the boss purred encouragement in
his ear. He alternated between soft brushes of his fingertips and harsh pinches
and even scratches of his own nails across the tender flesh.
"Poor little Doppio... Are you going to cum in your pants just from playing
with your nipples?"
"Nn... No, boss."
"Good. I'm only getting started. Take your shirt all the way off and lie flat
on your back."
Doppio obeyed without hesitation. The violet garment was carelessly discarded
over the edge of the bed and he stretched out on top of the silk sheets. His
free hand wandered down his flat stomach and squeezed his aching groin, drawing
out a low moan.
"Don't touch your cock yet," the boss snapped.
Doppio pulled his hand away like he'd been burnt, muttering a guilty "sorry"
into the phone.
"Good. Take off your pants now. Imagine me stroking your thighs as each new
inch of skin is exposed. Ah, you do have lovely legs, my Doppio. Long, strong
legs and a perfectly shaped ass."
The boss snickered and Doppio blushed up to his ears.
"Boss! Th-that's not--!!"
"Not what? If I say it's true, than it's true. Do you question my judgement?"
"No, of course not! I-it's just..."
"Mm, just accept the compliment and move on, then."
"Yes, sir."
Doppio got back to the task at hand, unbuttoning his pants and gradually
sliding them down his hips. Every word of encouragement was nearly palpable, as
if the boss could touch him with his voice alone. His hands didn't feel like
his own as they stroked the smooth skin of his inner thighs and urged them to
open.
"Now, go on and touch yourself."
Finally, the words he'd been eagerly awaiting. Doppio still ached horribly from
being yanked back from the edge by the inopportune phone call. He bit his lip
to stifle a whine as his right hand curled around the base of his cock and gave
it a firm squeeze. The boss also made a barely-there grunt that Doppio managed
to catch.
"Ah, are you... Are you doing it too, boss?"
"Of course. I can't let you have all the fun, can I?"
"Mm, I'm happy that you're-- nn-- enjoying it too...!"
Doppio smiled, even though it couldn't be seen over the phone. He felt proud,
almost. He had the same affect on his boss that he felt from him. He was
pleasing him, however indirectly.
"Nngh, I wish I could see how you look right now, my sweet little Doppio. I
want to watch your cute, red face twist up when you cum for me."
"Nn-no...!"
Doppio keened.
"No? Why won't you show me your face?"
"I-it's, hah... It's mm--embarrassing...!"
The teen covered his face with his arm, despite knowing that his boss couldn't
see him anyway. His hips bucked off the mattress to meet each downstroke of his
hand. He felt hot all over, especially his face-- which was, true to the boss'
words, red and screwed up in pleasure as he felt the pressure in his groin
build. It had been quite a while since he'd had the time, energy and privacy to
let off steam like this. With his duties, it wasn't safe to buy any pleasurable
company, and he didn't know anybody he trusted enough to let his guard down
around. Except his boss, of course, but he'd never let himself think of him as
anything more than a far-fetched fantasy. Until now.
"Haahh, boss, I'm..."
"I know, my cute Doppio."
Doppio keened as he came. His back arched off of the bed, his hips jerked
erratically, and thick streams of cum landed on his stomach and even his chest.
Through the intense sensation, he vaguely registered a hiss and a drawn-out
groan over the phone as the boss reached his own climax. For a while, all
Doppio could do was just lie back and catch his breath. He hadn't come so hard
just from jacking off since he was barely 13. It was actually kind of
embarrassing how much his boss' voice alone heightened his pleasure. He
couldn't even imagine the real thing--- not for a few more minutes, at least.
He was already completely satisfied and ready to go to sleep now. The boss was
the first to break the silence, startling Doppio a bit.
"It's no good to let yourself get so pent up like that, Doppio. I need you
focused at all times."
"A-ah, sorry sir... It, uh, won't happen again..."
"Of course it won't. We'll make sure of that... Won't we, my precious Doppio?"
Doppio flushed all the way to the top of his head.
"Y-yes sir!"
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