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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:
      Bruno_Buccellati/Narancia_Ghirga
  Character:
      Narancia_Ghirga, Bruno_Buccellati
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, Blow_Jobs, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Kink
      Meme, Community:_jojokink, Sweat
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-16 Words: 5482
****** Please, Daddy Buccellati ******
by bi0brX
Summary
     Prompt: http://jojokink.dreamwidth.org/2369.html?thread=1601#cmt1601
     Bruno/Narancia - daddy kink
     Narancia has a daddy kink and Bruno indulges in it. Do whatever you
     want with this.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
It started with one time, just once. Buccellati would normally look after them.
He’d give praise and soften his eyes. Narancia was used to it, but just this
one time the coupled smile, a very gentle rub of his head and those soft cold
lips “Well done, Narancia. I’m proud.” It was a punch to his heart. He desired
that praise again. His legs would stiffen at the thought of Buccellati praising
him, making him feel small and protected. But most importantly that touch. 
He would touch him so gently when he did - which was rarely. Narancia
desperately wanted those lingering touches to last. But that was normal right?
Buccellati was his hero. He was the closest he had to a family. Buccellati
cared about him even if he didn’t show it outwardly, and Narancia felt like
they had a connection. He understood Buccellati. He looked out for his
wellbeing. He felt so secure in his presence. He wanted to be like him. 
Narancia had nothing in his mind how days but Bruno Buccellati. His demeanour.
His posture. His beautiful hair - ok that did make himself conscious. Those
thin long eyelashes. His mouth. His lips. It was all he could think about. His
mind wandered so much he started forgetting basic instructions for missions. He
was stuck in his own head. 
That night he was fulfilling simple chores; he would normally avoid doing the
dishes and get scolded by Abbacchio but now he felt like he’d dissolve without
another compliment from Buccellati. Just as he was thinking about him, Bruno
came in. Looking as beautifully cold as ever. They exchanged greetings and
Bruno explained he was going to do some light reading before going to bed. Why
did he feel that twitching heat in his thighs over that? When Bruno turned to
the couch he stopped halfway through turning, “Oh,” Narancia flew back around
to look at him, wide eyed and ready, “You have something on your hair.”
Narancia flushed with embarrassment and went up to his fringe to grab at
whatever it was, of course he’d have a better time if his eyes weren’t glued to
Bruno. “Ah, no, to the left – my left,” when Narancia looked at his hands to
decipher left and right Bruno gave up and took a step towards him. “Let me,”
Narancia shoved his head forward in a bowing notion standing rigid. When
Bruno’s firm hands made contact he felt his head heat up. His fingers lingered
and fiddled ever so gently, he pulled at the headband slightly to remove it,
fondling as if it were a delicate wound in a stray cat. 
“Ah, well.” Narancia kept his head down as he peered through his fringe at what
Bruno pulled out. An… ink cartridge? How did, oh fuck he was scratching his
head with it over the last study session. “You have such soft hair you really
need to look better care of it.” Was that a compliment? He was giddy just at
it. Not just giddy. His body had decided for him it was a compliment. His
thighs tightened together none too subtly. 
Bruno smiled and returned to his track towards the sofa, placing the cartridge
in his hands. Narancia didn’t want this damn cartridge in his hands he wanted
Bruno - damn it he couldn’t lie to himself he didn’t care what of Bruno he
could have in his hands he wanted to touch him all over. He couldn’t do
without. “Ah well… I was thinking about that… how do you get your hair so nice?
It’s good it looks nice…”
A soft chuckle “you like it?” He bobbed up his hair jokingly. He didn’t look up
from his book however. Legs folded, back straight. 
“Yeah! Well. You know…” Since when did he have such a hard time talking to him?
“Without my mum I never really learnt much about beauty,” he shrugged trying to
be nonchalant. 
Bruno gazed at him through a blink. “Are you insinuating something?”
“Well you know so much, and I-”
“Are you asking me to teach you how to brush your hair?” Narancia muttered a
‘yeah’, his body stiffening up straight as Bruno’s gaze continued to read. “…
or” Narancia felt shocked, he felt like he had done something wrong suddenly.
Bruno gazed at him fully closing the book in his hands. “Are you expecting me
to do it for you?”
“…Brush my hair?”
Bruno nodded firmly. He stared off at the ceiling. “Naw, I’m 17 I can brush my
own hair I’m not that dumb. I don’t need your help.”
Bruno gave a pause, Narancia wasn’t looking but he got the impression it meant
he wasn’t buying it. “You may not need it but I can give it. Go collect my
spare brush from in that drawer, the one by the plant.” 
Narancia didn’t think about it he just obediently did as he was told and
returned to him. He stood I front of him on the sofa and arched his arm out
with the brush. His arm glued to his side and legs stiffened together. Bruno
took it out of his hand. “Well, sit. I can’t do anything like that.” Narancia
nodded wildly and sat down next to him. “Face me,” He complied. “Can you take
the headband off?” Narancia nodded and Bruno removed it for him. He didn’t know
why but he suddenly felt so naked in front of him. He felt so small. 
Bruno reached out and patted down some of his hair before the scraping sound of
a brush met his ears. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling. It was
warm he felt so looked after. Bruno really was the best friend he’d ever had -
he was better than family to him. He felt butterflies and damn he wasn’t an
idiot. He should stop. This was turning him on. “Narancia,” Shit! Shit, no way!
He couldn’t be hard enough for Bruno to notice yet could he? He shuffled and
alerted himself back to him. Trying to lie and act like its nothing. “I can’t
do this like this” Bruno unfolded his legs and Narancia watched disguising the
action as a chance to glimpse at his crotch. He blinked back up quickly and
crawled his own legs from our under his kneeling position to his the floor in
order to stand up. Bruno interrupted him. “I mean, the position. Come here.”
Narancia turned back at him confused and barely hiding his excitement. That was
until he saw Bruno’s hand in his lap. He patted himself. Beckoning him.
Beckoning him to sit on his lap. Shit that jumped him right back into being
turned on. The long pause was noticed “Is there a problem?” Narancia didn’t
think for a second why Bruno of all people would offer him this but he nodded
furiously and crawled over, sitting down facing away from Bruno, placing his
hands on one of his own ankles and sitting stiffly up right. Semi-unconsciously
curling his ass out towards Bruno. He was in a weird mix of shamefully lacking
shame. 
 
“Good boy.” Bruno softly said. It sent a shiver down his spine. Narancia didn’t
even notice his humming 'mew’ at Bruno’s re affirmative patting on his
shoulders. He sunk into him. “That’s it.” Oh those words, those words. How did
such simple, innocent words send a throb to his cock? Bruno started brushing
his hair again. It felt good but he wished he hadn’t gotten himself into this
situation. He wanted Bruno to keep calling him his boy. He needed that sound
cemented in his mind for when he would jack himself off over it later tonight. 
“Turn your head.” He complied straight away. He could see Bruno out of the
corner of his eye now. His brain snapped out of it when Bruno grasped at his
arm. “Is this what you wanted?” Narancia’s back twitched and he broke into a
sweat. He knew that tone. Bruno was unhappy. Stern and cold. “To get onto my
lap?” his eyes widened as Bruno’s other hand grasped his cheeks into pace. His
voice was a vibrating bitter whisper now, “Get me to call you 'boy’,” he flexed
uncontrollably at that, “so you could grind up against me?” Shit. His eyes
widened. He hadn’t even realised that, and as soon as it’s been pointed out he
caught himself grinding his ass again he stopped mid-way. “Is this how you see
your capo?” Ohhhh man. He was shitting himself but fuck he could feel the blood
rushing to his penis still. 
Without thinking he lied “No!” his voice was weak and wavering from his watery
mouth. He felt Bruno’s hand in his cheek move roughly, digging hard in his skin
but it slowly released and his eyes wavered to look at him. His finger stroke
off a drip off sweat and he watched him move those fingers to his mouth. He
licked the sweat off, but then he placed both fingers into his mouth and sucked
until when he released, dripping with his saliva. He moved this hand to the
opposite shoulder to the other and backed Narancia’s back in against his chest.
Narancia let him. He squeezes his eyes shut. Bruno whispered close up to his
ear so he could feel the hot breath on his ear:
“Is that why your dick is hard?” He squinted out of his eyes, sitting stiff
where Bruno moved him and saw the large tent in his own pants. It twitched.
“You’re a liar. A dirty little liar.” While Narancia squeezed his eyes shut and
stuffed out a nod Bruno’s hands hovered over his hips until one long finger
traced the bulge in his pants. He pushed his hand down and grabbed at his
clothed boner. Narancia didn’t even hide a gasping moan. “Daddy doesn’t like it
when his little boy lies.” Narancia immediately let out an 'ooooh’ and
compulsively grounded his ass back at him. 'Daddy’. That did it. His shame at
denying it flew out the window. 
 
He burrowed his neck back on Bruno’s shoulder, head turned up and knees
jittering as he circled his hips back and tightened his squeezed shut eyes.
“I’m sorry daddy,” he gasped out. “I won’t lie to you again!”
Bruno’s fingers teased at his bulge and his voice rang out a hum as if he was
thinking about it. “Now tell me the truth: You didn’t really want me to brush
your hair did you?”
Narancia shook his head. “No, I didn’t!”
“What is it you really want?”
Narancia gasped out, hips violently trying to find some release. “Please daddy-
ahhh” Bruno’s fingers started to rub him just right. He felt like his mind
clogged up and his legs spazzamed. Saying it was so hard. “Ple-” his legs
spread out and his thigh felt a hard lump in Bruno’s pants. “Oh please I want
you to fuck me!”
There was a short, echoing pause. He trembled and felt his skin sweat waiting
for a response. He trembled under the voice in his ears, “Good boy.” His body
relaxed but he still felt tense with arousal. Oh please. Please just tell me
what to do now- “Get up,” he relaxed more under the command. He shuffled
himself forward on his legs, slowly breaking contact and standing up. He turned
back to him obediently finally looking at his face. He watched as Bruno’s soft
eyes blinked slowly to look at his quite obvious erection from within those
tight pants. He was making no effort to hide his gaze. He wanted Narancia to
know he was on display. Narancia’s own eyes checked, much more cautiously, to
the bulge his legs had hit, and flickered back to Bruno when he heard a click
of an opening mouth. “Do you want to make daddy’s cock happy, Narancia?”
Narancia’s lips felt wet. He nodded. Bruno continues with his speech with
actions. He trailed his hands down to the bulge, then moved to his zipper and
gently unzipped it. “You can make daddy happy with those little lips of yours.”
Narancia fell to the floor. Fingers grabbed at the unzipped fabric, stretching
it around his underwear excitedly. He glanced back up at Bruno’s eyes for a
moment, once he saw his lowered lids and a slight nod he flustered and turned
back to it. It was normal, right just pull his dick out of his pants, he’d done
it to his own dick a billion times. Narancia gulped and shut his eyes as he
released it. Bruno’s legs opened more and he cupped his chin, waiting.
Narancia opened his eyes and looked straight at it. He felt a breathy hum
escape his chest subconsciously looking at Bruno’s half hard cock. His own
twitched in his pants. He was already stiff and aching while Bruno was only
half hard. He felt like an amateur in front of him, but he wanted to prove
himself. He cupped the cock in his hand and held it higher so he could lean in.
He traced the bottom line up with his tongue and lapped at the tip. He put it
half in his mouth, suckled then returned to licking as his hand started to
stroke the shaft. Narancia put the tip in his mouth again, sucked a few times
then pushed his lips down further.
He could feel Bruno getting bigger and stiffer in his mouth. He moaned. He
twisted his mouth a few times and poked his tongue at the tip tasting something
slightly salty, he could guess what it was. The taste turned him on. He titled
his head so his tongue could wrap around under Bruno’s foreskin. He heard a
humming moan. Narancia had always wanted to feel that, he felt heated just
thinking about the pleasure he was giving him. His head started to bob enough
to meet the hand he was still using to stroke him, and… He was halted by a hand
on his head, curling through his hair “Narancia,” He looked up at him, unaware
of how pleading his eyes were. “That’s enough, daddy’s ready.” A popping
sucking sound of saliva was let loose as his mouth stopped sucking. Narancia’s
hand loosened but he left his open mouth hovering over his cock, staring at
him. Bruno silently mused on how well Narancia had adopted the role, but sweat
never lies. His hand in his hair stroked and came to cup his chin, moving him
further off.
“Can you get daddy’s lube for him?” Narancia blinked wildly, unable to hide the
smile that erupted in him – Bruno smiled at that. “It’s in the cabinet, under
the sink.” Narancia practically leapt up, he half-shuffled half-jogged towards
the bathroom, hands at his sides gripping at his skirt, likely trying to
conceal his erection. He looked around the corner of the hallway, almost as if
he was on a mission, and wandered off. Bruno sat patiently, his hand drawing
circles on his tip and be became to gently stroke himself. Once Narancia
returned, this time closing the door behind him. It was lucky everyone else had
seemed to go to bed. He bound back over to Bruno’s side and handed him the lube
bottle then he sat at his side on his knees alert and ready. He looked at Bruno
expectantly.
“Well?”
“’Well’, what?”
“A… Aren’t you going to tell me what to do…?” He mumbled.
Bruno chuckled as he watched Narancia’s excitement turn into shyness he was
looking away. “I’m not going to make your decisions for you.” Narancia groaned
and looked away again. He fiddled with his trousers, which turned into
subconsciously touching at his erection. “What do you want?”
Narancia took a long pause avoiding his eyes. He poured a bit. “To… To… Fuck
me…”
“How?”
“My, my, well…”
“Your,”
“My butt,” He trailed off even more, his legs twitching together.
“Very well.” Bruno passed the lube to him but Narancia didn’t take it, he
looked at him in shock. “Prepare yourself then.”
Narancia muttered ‘I’ a few times, looking around shaking his head. “I… I don’t
know how- Please do it for me, da-”
“You won’t learn that way.” Narancia pouted again, “Take your pants off then,
lay down.”
 
Narancia breathed heavily and fiddled with his trousers, trying to unzip and
slip them off from his kneeling position was nearly impossible. He ended up
falling on his back with his knees in the air fiddling, not in a very
attractive way, to get them off. Wriggling through them lifting his hips up and
trying to yank a shoed foot off, he whined and leaned forward to take it off
but was met by Bruno’s hands slipping his shoes off, then pulling him free of
his trousers. He leaned back and watched him. Bruno’s hand trailed down to
gently cup at the bulge in his underwear, hovering above it for a while before
touching it, softly. Narancia stayed silent as his dick twitched into that
feeling. He really wanted to release his dick. Bruno’s other hand moved to the
inner thigh and rubbed gently. He was leaning over him, very gently – almost
medically – inspecting him. He made an implied comment on how hard he was. “You
really love your daddy don’t you, Narancia.” Narancia stared down at him as his
eyes met him. It was a sharp icy feeling. Bruno’s hands moved to the top of his
briefs and tucked his fingers in. He didn’t stop looking at Narancia’s face,
even when Narancia glanced down a few times. He moved his hands down and
stripped him of his underwear, freeing his cock, moving his legs up over his
shoulders. One leg fell down and the other was caught onto his shoulder. Bruno
nuzzled the calf and licked at his still sweaty leg. He then looked back at
Narancia’s face, noticing in his prereferral vision Narancia’s stiff and hard
cock - standing just a little higher the moment Bruno looked at him. He smiled,
“Good boy.”
Narancia gulped. Bruno picked back up the lube bottle he’d left down next to
him and squirted some of it on his hand. “Are you paying attention, I’ll only
show you once.” Narancia nodded wildly watching his slick wet fingers. He
didn’t quite register what was happening, he was so engulfed in watching
Bruno’s beautiful physique. Bruno’s hands pushed his legs more separate and
tilted his hips up. Narancia ‘hmm’ed at the touch of his top against his dick.
When Bruno’s hand came to his asshole he became alert again. He felt his finger
drawing circles. He pushed that finger in. Narancia felt his insides tighten
but he tried to stay calm and relax. “Good, relax more.” Narancia nodded and he
released his tightened jaw. The finger turned around a few times, then he
pushed it further, and further in. Narancia’s breath started to speed up. That
finger started to pump in and out.
He lost track of things and just relaxed into that feeling until Bruno snapped
him out of it by pulling out. “Pay attention.” He pushed two fingers in this
time. “Watch.” Narancia popped his head up. He was trying to pay attention to
the lesson but the vision of Bruno’s fingers entering him, and he could see
Bruno’s own boner standing up, it was just so erotic he couldn’t think
straight. His ass tightened at the thought of Bruno’s cock in him. His cock. Oh
god it was happening. He felt a ball of excitement in his stomach and couldn’t
help his hips thrusting down onto those fingers as they scissor him open. He
was down to the knuckles but he wanted more. “Narancia!” Narancia’s rhythm
broke and he snapped out of staring at Bruno’s cock. His tongue was out licking
his lips and he gazed up at Bruno’s slightly irritated expression, he pulled
his tongue back in. Bruno pulled both fingers out and Narancia whined. “I told
you to pay attention.” He was about to butt in and say (lie) that he was, but
Bruno’s voice snapped. He was firm and commanding, “Finger yourself.” He handed
him the lube bottle with his wet hand.
Narancia partly pouted but he then realized that meant he could go as far as he
wanted. Bruno sat back and unbuttoned his suit jacket’s collar and body,
stripping himself of it. Narancia kept his eyes glued to him. Watching him
strip was hot, he even folded up the jacket and placed it on the sofa far
behind him. Oh, daddy… Bruno was looking away, he primed up his hair a bit,
pushing up his bob again. Narancia let out a moan. He looked back down to his
hand and realized he’d poured a quarter of the liquid into his hand. “Ah!” He
shook his hand of the slippery lube. This was too much.
Without thinking he leaned forward and whipped it on his ass, then shoved a few
fingers in, trying to hide the evidence. It was very slippery now, it made a
wet clicking sound when he moved. That caught Bruno’s attention back. He looked
at him with a look that said he knew this would happen. Narancia didn’t notice
he was too busy looking down at himself and trying furiously to shove his hand
in his ass. It didn’t feel the same he wasn’t good at this at all. “Curl your
fingers up.” Narancia whined but did as he was told and as soon as he did that
bud of pure feeling came back to him. Oh, shit, that was something. Damn Bruno
was so smart he knew everything. He relaxed and slowed his pace, holding his
hips up with his legs and he started humping into his hand, rocking with the
motion. His mind felt like bliss, he was losing all worry and lulled his head
back. Bruno sat there watching Narancia fuck himself. The air was thick with
his moaning. Bruno licked his lips as he stroked his cock with his wet hand. He
didn’t need to interrupt him, not just yet.
Eventually he kneeled forward, Narancia was completely engulfed in his own
actions. Bruno’s clean hand moved to his hair and he bobbed his hair behind his
ear. He stuck out his tongue and... “Aaahhh…. Da- D-!” Narancia woke up from
his actions and his hand stopped in alert. He stared down and couldn’t help
accidentally slipping his hand out with a ‘pop’ from shock. Bruno’s eyes were
staring at him completely unfazed as his tongue moved once more before taking
Narancia’s dick into his mouth, his wet hand moving to his shaft. He suckled a
few times, licking, then moved his wet hand to cup Narancia’s balls. “Wh- W”
Narancia’s thighs were shaking from the pressure on his ignored cock. He whined
and couldn’t seem to speak, his emotions were haywire and his eyes were
watering.
Bruno took him into his mouth, all of him. His nose was pressed against the
lining of Narancia’s top and he sucked more. “Ahhhh!” Narancia’s hands moved
snakingly to Bruno’s head and then clasped his own face in shock, he was
holding himself back by respect alone from thrusting his hips up into that
tight wet mouth... He was already as deep as he could go. Bruno didn’t seem to
even have a gag reflex. His tip was rubbing against the back-roof of his mouth.
“Oh, Oh, Oh man... Oh D…” He didn’t seem to be able to finish anything. Bruno
slowly retreated, sucking harder as he did, and eventually popped his lips
free, lines of saliva following him. Narancia shook from shock and pleasure and
stared at him, mumbling so many incomprehensible variants of ‘daddy’. Bruno
thought about how much of a wring mess he’d made him just from a taste… If he
wanted to he could ruin him. He moved his wet hand to the line of saliva and
snapped it, then sucked on his fingers. He used that hand to pump his cock a
few times. He dropped the facade for a moment and spoke roughly, honestly.
“I want to see you whimper from the pleasure of my dick in you.”
Narancia’s breath hitched instead and his hands pulled at his inner thighs,
pulling his legs more spread. His breathing was erratic enough to be visible
from a distance. Bruno leaned back in moving his knees under his thighs to hold
his hips up. He looked for the lube for a second before noticing how completely
soaked Narancia’s asshole was. He aligned his dick with the entrance. Good… All
Narancia’s blundering had really stretched him out.
He breathed out a heavy breath and pushed in his tip. It was wet, warm and
tight. All the best things. He saw Narancia writhe over the small intrusion.
Bruno thought maybe playing around with him for so long wasn’t a good idea. He
might not last long… Oh well it didn’t matter much. He felt a curling in his
groin at the thought of actually seeing him writhe like before, from his dick
rammed in him. That made him start to thrust in, slow short bursts. Narancia’s
voice broke into high pitched whimpers. He grabbed his leg up and shuffled his
knees further in, prepared himself and slammed his cock in in one sharp thrust.
Squelching sounds of lube and air escaping. He leaned his body forward,
considering Narancia’s already writhing state he didn’t give himself time to
adjust. He didn’t think the boy would last long. Cute…
He angled Narancia’s body how he wanted. He moved his legs up and curved him
down. He’s seen Narancia exercise, he knew the boy was a flexible one. He
pushed his knees down to his chest and knelt up so he could angle his dick
inward. He breathed happily at that loud dribbling moan Narancia let out. He
thrust in and out in slow bursts, it felt good, the friction and the constant
warmth but that didn’t stop him from slowing down and taking longer thrusts
just to tease. He withdrew to the tip, feeling his foreskin drag and hung over
Narancia catching his eyes. Narancia stared at him mouth wide open and drool
spilling out. Bruno hummed in pleasure, his cock twitched looking at Narancia.
“Narancia…” Narancia looked at him, eyes hooded and his nodding made his tongue
role out. “Look at daddy’s cock.” He wanted him to see him go in and out. He
wanted him to have that vision of his cock in his ass giving him pleasure glued
into his head. He’d angled it just right that Narancia would see. He waited for
Narancia to look down and immediately slammed his cock in again, balls slapping
against his ass cheeks.
As soon as he was in - and heard that delicious throaty wet moan – he dug out
again and back in. He thrusted into him for a while, then he started to shorten
in to hit up at Narancia’s prostate harder. He heard dribbling and moaning and
small escapes of words he couldn’t hear. He watched as Narancia’s body
convulsed and shivered and heaved and his hips started meeting his rhythm.
Heavy breathing came into short burst and his dick twitched so much. Bruno
could tell how close he was, his ass was twitching tighter within fewer
intervals and… Bruno stopped. He burrowed his cock in him and paused. He paused
long enough for Narancia’s arms to grab and weakly claw at his arms and his
thighs to tighten at him as he shook and tried to keep the movement going with
his hips.
“P… P… Pleah- Ahh.. A.. bru… Da.. Pl”
He loved how illegible he was under his actions. He moved his weight to one arm
and slowly withdrew again. “A,, A…. Y..” He didn’t move again. The tip of his
cock was getting stimulated by Narancia’s circling circling hips which were
desperately trying to push down but the angle made it impossible. His moaning
turned to begging whimpers. Bruno wasn’t sure what he wanted to achieve by
teasing him. His cock twitched over the stimulation to his tip. He cursed
inwardly at how close Narancia obviously was. He wanted to play with him, toy
him, and touch him all over until he was numb from pleasure. Bruno leaned in.
He buried his mouth against Narancia’s open dribbling and muttering lips, and
moved his tongue in. He was so wet and warm and soft all over.
Narancia began to kiss him back and his attempts at grinding down on Bruno’s
cock became more erratic. Bruno bobbed his tip a few times, moaning echoed from
Narancia’s mouth into his own. He moved his hand down and gripped at Narancia’s
cock. Narancia practically screamed into his mouth, his legs spraying out and
arms hugging onto his shoulder, his legs managed to twist around Bruno’s hips
at last. Why hadn’t he thought of this before, as Narancia tried to pull him
in, Bruno pushed. He slipped hard into him and kept an erratic pace ramming his
cock into him and feeling an ecstasy from the contact. He pumped repeatedly at
Narancia’s cock and felt his thighs tightening around him trying to pull as
much of him in as possible, his ass rocking back and forth against him. Bruno
found the rubbing a great stimulation against his balls as Narancia’s legs made
it impossible to thrust more than short and deep. He got the feeling Narancia
didn’t want him to pull that again. He released himself from the very sloppy
kiss and Narancia shook below him, his thighs making a twitching motion that
indicated how close he was. “I’m I’m, I want… Daddy I want to cum can I cum,
please, daddy let me cum!” He felt that deep in his groin. His breath hitched.
Narancia writhed and drooled below him, his eyes were starting to water again
from the build-up. Bruno felt annoyed that he was only just getting close. He
wanted to cover that body in his cum. He wanted to cum over his face, his top,
his dick, his messy hair. The fantasy of it certainly helped him force it
closer.
His breathing was erratic and he couldn’t speak with his usual composure. “If
you let daddy cum first.” Narancia groaned and whined. He didn’t care, the
thought of it now just excited him. He stopped pumping Narancia’s dick and held
it tight at the shaft to show he was serious. Narancia’s whining was slick with
moaning undertones. He continued thrusting a few more times, staring at
Narancia’s body. He really wanted to cum on him now. Just one tight flex of
Narancia’s asshole at the right time made close enough.
He let go of Narancia’s base, continued to thrust then started to pump his cock
again; he played with his tip and angled it at him. Narancia’s asshole kept
getting tighter and tighter and tighter. He rocked faster and faster. Narancia
let out a huge crying moan and his cock started twitching wildly. This is it.
Bruno watched lustfully and he pumped his cock more. Narancia’s thighs released
and flailed wildly in the air, his feet twitched. His cock sprayed out strings
of white semen as Bruno jerked him off. The white fluid sprayed over his top,
his neck, and Bruno aimed it up so he would catch some on his chin. He couldn’t
coat him. He continued to pump him until the after burn left.
As his thrusts became harder, longer and faster, he was going to… He was ready.
Narancia’s moaning and aftershock while covered in his own semen was enough.
Bruno felt himself start to cum. He quickly freed himself of that hot asshole
into the cool air and his cock sprayed semen over Narancia’s ass and dick. His
cock flapped from the freedom until he grabbed it, and leaned forward, pumping
himself. He positioned himself over Narancia in a rush and Narancia closed his
eyes and opened his mouth. Bruno groaned at how hot the obedience was as he
spilled his sperm down his mouth and over his face and hair, thighs twitching
together as he massaged his balls until his high ended.
He breathed heavily and held himself up with the sofa. His erection started to
fade and his mind started to fall back into place. He looked down at Narancia,
covered in a mix of his and his own cum. He felt a small twitch over it. He
used his thumb to wipe the cum on his lips into Narancia’s mouth. “Hmm.” Did he
really let him call him daddy? He was completely unaware of the nature of it
during the heat of the moment. Narancia started to come back from his own after
glow. The eye that wasn’t sprayed in cum opened in a wink at him.
“Thank you for the cum daddy.” That decided it. Bruno had a kink.
End Notes
     I don't exactly have a clue what daddy kink really is, people have
     told me but I think I over compensated.
     I've never written smut before ok... I can't believe the longest fic
     I've written is for a kink I don't even have.
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