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      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
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  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Town_of_Salem_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Godfather/Mafioso_(Town_of_Salem), Godfather/Consort_(Town_of_Salem),
      Consort/Janitor_(Town_of_Salem), Consigliere/Framer_(Town_of_Salem),
      Blackmailer/Forger_(Town_of_Salem), Disguiser/Framer_(Town_of_Salem)
  Character:
      Godfather_(Town_of_Salem), Mafioso_(Town_of_Salem), Consort_(Town_of
      Salem), Janitor_(Town_of_Salem), Disguiser_(Town_of_Salem), Consigliere,
      Framer, Blackmailer, Forger_(Town_of_Salem)
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      Fucking, Neck_Kissing, Sexual_Tension, Self_Confidence_Issues, Triggers,
      Suicide_Attempt, Angst_with_a_Happy_Ending, Cuddling_&_Snuggling,
      Implied/Referenced_Blow_Jobs, Porn_with_Feelings, What_Was_I_Thinking?,
      Desperation, Bipolar_Disorder, well_mafioso_is, Mental_Breakdown, Bad
      Decisions, 69_(Sex_Position), Multiple_Orgasms, Strap-Ons, Cleaning,
      facesitting, Pegging, Vaginal_Sex, Love_Confessions, Masturbation,
      aluminum_nozzles, Hoses, Klismaphilia, water_distension, Fingering, messy
      blowjobs, snarky_dicks_being_snarky_dicks, Blackmail, shared_kinks,
      Bloating, cramping, it's_actually_hot_though, Dirty_Talk, Dirty_Dancing,
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  Series:
      Part 4 of The_Mafia_(ie_the_fuck_ups)
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-09 Updated: 2016-02-21 Chapters: 4/5 Words: 35169
****** Proclamations, Ejaculations ******
by intoxicated_by_our_lies, klismaphilia_(orphan_account)
Summary
     "The four times the mafia bowed for each other, and the one time they
     didn't." [mafia x mafia]
Notes
     Mafioso x Godfather
***** even silver foxes need love *****
Chapter Summary
     carmine is oblivious, julian is a yandere, and gioia is introduced.
Chapter Notes
     godfather x mafioso / godfather x consort
He felt almost childish, almost like a fool, and he wasn't sure how many times
he'd scolded himself about just how much of an idiot he was being… but in the
end, it hadn't changed anything. To be fair, he didn't know if anything would-
because as much as he felt like a petulant child, inadequate and desperate
whenever his Godfather was so much as mentioned, it didn't change the fact
that… he kind of was.
It was embarrassing. It was stupid. It was something that he couldn't help and…
and it just wasn't fair. Or maybe it was, really, because nobody was closer to
Carmine than he was, nobody knew the Godfather the way he did, and that was
something that wasn't about to change. Because he was the favourite for a
reason- even if he felt like a fool for it.
He loved him.
The Mafioso had known since the moment he'd laid eyes on Carmine, matched his
own dark ones with those icy blue orbs. He remembers how his breath had caught
that day- and how it had been catching just as much almost everyday since. He
felt like a mess, wanted to scream and just melt whenever the Godfather so much
as spoke to him. The touches were even worse- he couldn't keep his skin from
tingling and his heart from panging whenever the man rested a hand on his
shoulder or smoothed it over his cheek. It made him want to cringe, so stupid
and weak and sensitive. He felt like a teenage girl, the type who had a crush
on their high school English teacher for four years and didn't say a thing
about it even though it was blatantly obvious to everyone.
That didn't keep his cheeks from heating to a bright pink as the Godfather
looked him in the eye and spoke, words that Julian wasn't even sure he'd
caught, a glance that almost made him want to look away at how… intense it was.
How omnipotent. And it was ridiculous- Carmine was an old man in comparison to
him. But for some reason… he craved his touch more than anything else in the
world. Craved that contact and those stares…
He just wanted to make him happy. But more than anything, pleasing the
Godfather just made the Mafioso into more of an obsequious mess. And it was
embarrassing. It was… weak. Submissive. Foolish.
But he needed him. Him. No one else.
Carmine barely lifted a brow at the blushing mafioso, before sighing and
looking back down at his paperwork. Whatever the mafioso was thinking was lost
to the Godfather. He couldn't quite say that he didn't care, but he also had to
admit that he was curious. More or less, he just didn't have the energy to rack
his brain for an answer.
If the Mafioso felt the need to share what was on his mind, he figured, he'd
share it with him eventually.
His eyes danced across the paper, barely taking in what it said. The words all
seemed to run together- untrustworthybackstabbergossipysnitchfilth. It wasn't
the first time it had done so, of course not. Almost every document he had read
all seemed to read all ended up looking the exact same in the end. Their faces
staring back at him, betrayal just threatening to leak from their eyes but
prevented from to with forced smiles that was stained with blood from them
biting back insults and vulgarity.
Perhaps he'd been here for too long, all alone at the top with no one to trust
or confide in about his paranoia of every single mafia member that has and will
work for him. Except for him- his beloved mafioso. Julian would never.. he
hoped. The boy had worked underneath them for so long, lapping at his feet like
a puppy that begs to be noticed and loved. He'd grown so fond of him, it'd be
such a shame to have to have him killed.
Carmine barely noticed what he was signing, only that he had to sign his name.
Whether it was to have him tortured and executed, or to add him into the mafia.
It didn't quite matter to him anyway- or at least, he couldn't figure out a
reason to really care.
If he was a traitor with the sole reason to live being to bring down the mafia
and kill him, let him. He had some confidence in his men to bring down the man.
(he hoped he would; he craved something to ease his boredom.)
Once had finished, he motioned for the member to leave with a simple nod of his
head. Turning his attention to the Mafioso, he asked, "Julian, what else is on
my schedule today?"
(God, he prayed and hoped for something interesting.)
"Well, you see… the… uh, Gioia moved something… so you… that is to say, I mean…
I c-could keep you busy if… if you need but… there isn't…" the Mafioso sucked
in a breath, trying to pull himself together, hands smoothing out the wrinkles
in his shirt before he finally settled on, "You… have a clear schedule, sir. Is
there anything that you… need to be taken care of? I'm free." Always free for
you, he added mentally, giving a little startled cough as he matches eyes with
the Godfather.
He can already feel the abrupt shaking in his legs as he tries to stay upright,
because goddammit this is not the time to be romanticizing the situation, you
fucking lunatic and why the hell are you so shaky- stopstopstop!
He sucked in a breath and looked at the Godfather again, using a finger to push
up the wire framed glasses that were sliding down on his face, before relaxing
with a shaky sigh.
"Forgive me for saying, sir, but you look… hassled. Er… stressed. Is there
anything I can do? I just…" Just what? Wanted to make him happy? Wanted to keep
him company and just… be around him? Yeah, because that wasn't fucking weird.
He exhales, looks to the chair, wondering if he should sit or not…
"I mean… I can leave if you'd rather, Godfather, sir."
The Godfather ran his fingers through the remaining bits of his hair, massaging
the soft spot of his temple, giving a soft sigh as he tried to think of what to
say to the younger boy. He grew increasingly tired of his stuttering,
submissive pattern. Carmine could never stood why he was like this- he was
constantly at the top, in one of the highest positions a man could ever be in.
It constantly bugged him on why he was so weak.. at least he was loyal.
Perhaps he would ask him to leave.. let Julian and himself get some rest, they
were both always so stressed and worried.. maybe some rest would help them calm
down. No- there was work that needed to be done and in a timely manner.
Unfortunately. "No, you may stay," he motioned for him to sit down, pointing
down to the chair close to him. "Please, Julian.. take a seat."
His fingers nervously tapped at the desk, looking up at the man once more. He
shook violently, like he was about to be punished. Amusing as it was, he didn't
enjoy watching the boy shake. Since he was his first hand, the man that
reported to him everyday without question, he'd need to grow a backbone. Any
sign of confidence would be nice, actually. Even just a sliver of it.
"You're not in trouble," he finally said after several moments of complete
silence. "Please, stop shaking."
Carmine almost hoped he'd find a reason to respond, other than I'm sorry sir or
I-I apologize sir, I-i'll see to it that I-I try to stop. Even just simple,
inane topics would please him. He couldn't stand the silence. They rarely had a
moment to speak, and it was always interesting to watch Julian hang onto every
word. It was rare to find anyone to speak to that didn't seem to desire to
betray him and take their spot on his throne.
"Julian.. do you think Gioia is busy right now?"
He couldn't keep his hands from shaking, but the comment at least managed to
relax him somewhat, as he sucked in a breath and looked up at the older man,
with a barely audible "Apologies, I wasn't... wasn't thinking, sir. I just..."
He tried to turn his attention away, fingers scratching at the skin of his
wrist absentmindedly, shutting his eyes briefly. He tried to focus on- on
anything else. The scent of aged wine or the sounds barely audible through the
wall... or what Carmine had just said.
"Why the fuck- I… I mean… um." He choked back a breath; he hoped it wasn't
obvious, just how irritated the thought of the Consort with his Godfather made
him, but he was already shaking again, trying to shut his eyes in an attempt to
calm himself. If… if Gioia had been touching his Godfather, he swore on his
fucking life-
"She's… I can only imagine how busy she is, sir. And how busy you are… don't
worry. I can… I can leave. Just… I don't want to bother you. I-I guess… I can
find her for you. Or anyone. Anyone at all."
"Pity."
The Godfather sighed, annoyed and a bit upset that she wasn't available. Gioia
was always such a pleasure to be around, so sweet and thoughtful. Even if she
was basically reduced to just a whore, she was one of his favourite people to
be around. Her soft, small hands on his, gently tracing the faded scars on his
hands and chest with sweet words and promises of pleasure.
"I've grown rather attached to the young girl," he looked back down at his
empty desk. "See to it that she comes into my office at once, please."
"Julian," he looked back up. "I'd like to be alone now."
He wants to be alone? The Mafioso couldn't help cringing at that, internally
cursing himself with words he wasn't even sure he'd used before, because fuck
he'd ruined everything all over again and-
There was no fucking way that Carmine didn't know. He was… he was avoiding
bringing anything up, but he couldn't deny the urge pushing against his chest,
like a sudden and intense weight from a load as heavy as bricks. He wanted to
choke, but to be fair, he already had. And that was it… he felt like a pathetic
child, being scolded for some inadvertent trouble he'd caused….
Did the Godfather even care about him? Did he… did he even think of him the way
his Mafioso wished he would? Was he- did anything even fucking matter?
He had to press fingers into his temples, staring down at the floor in an
attempt not to let himself get overwhelmed. His head was aching, almost
fearfully, wondering just what he should do if… if he wasn't needed. If Carmine
didn't want anything from him. Maybe he should… leave. Kill himself. Commit
mass murder. The scenarios were endless, really.
Fuck them, he thought, his hands clenching into fists. None of them care about
the Godfather the way I do- nobody else fucking deserves him-
"You know that I'd kill anyone for you, sir?" He asked, but without a response,
simply stood, pushed the chair back in and turned away. He was shaking again,
Julian noted, but this time it was from the sheer intensity of… of his envy,
rather than anything else. "Just… e-excuse me. I'm sorry, okay? I c-can't… yes.
Sir. I mean… I'll get Gioia for you. Anything else that you want?"
"No, you're dismissed." The Godfather leaned back, closing his eyes and
spinning his chair around until the back of his chair is completely turned away
from the uncomposed mafioso. "Thank you, Julian."
The mafioso spluttered, saying something that he didn't quite understand and
slammed the door behind him. He sighed again, digging his fingers into his
scalp. If he wasn't already concerned about his hair life expectancy, he was
now, seeing as he had been repeatedly running and pulling at his hair to keep
himself calmed. All he really wanted for today was to be calmed down by Gioia
and then finish whatever repetitive paperwork that he had to work over.
Leaning back into his chair, the Godfather wiped his eyes. He wondered if
anything would happen anytime soon; something exciting, something that he can
focus his energy on for a little while.. something to brighten his and his
mafia members moods up, to keep them on their toes, and ready. Even the jumpy
mafioso would enjoy something happening, he hoped at least.
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He had to bite down on his lip the second the door swung closed behind him,
entirely too sure that, were a word to escape his mouth, it would be a curse, a
scream, an insult because nobody else, nobody else should be allowed, fuck,
fuck, fuck-! As ridiculous as it was, he just… he just couldn't hold back that
intense, overwhelming rage that bubbled up in his chest whenever he thought of
any of them- Consort, Janitor, Framer- touching Carmine. Because they were
such… such fucking whores, who didn't have the slightest hint what true love
was-
It wasn't like he was going to scream, though. Maybe cry. Maybe… or maybe he'd
be able to just swallow it down and go hide under a bed or something with his
hands over his ears as he tried not to think of what it would sound like when…
Thoughts aside. He swallowed, a deep breath when he finally raised his hand to
knock on the Consort's door, having to tug his lips back into something that
potentially resembled a smile, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt when it
finally swung inward.
Why the hell did she have to be so pretty? Everyone… everyone felt like
competition these days. And he felt so… small in comparison.
But nobody else would kill for him… nobody else would give themselves to him
like I have. But then again, it's only been a few years… maybe… maybe he just
needs more time. Maybe he just needs to think… I know… I know he needs me like
I need him-
"Gioia," he said, curtly, staring at the woman, folding his glasses up and
pushing them into his pocket. "As much as I'd… love to visit… the Godfather
wants to see you. Guess he just needed some… company." Or, well, the company of
a fucking whore. Julian gave a slight quirk of the lips, looking over the
woman's shoulder so he didn't have to meet her eyes.
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That fake ass smile sent shivers up her spine. That little bugger was one
creepy dude, so much so that Gioia wouldn't touch him with a ten foot stick if
she had the option, but the Godfather needed him to do his work so there's no
reason to argue with him. She waited 'til Julian had made his way to the
furthest room and then decided to make her way to the office. It was late out;
rather, likely close to midnight, judging by the weather outside.
She isn't sure how exactly she ends up with her mouth between the Godfather's
legs, her hands gripping onto strong thighs as she moves her mouth to an
unimaginable degree, entirely too hot around the man's thick girth. Can't deny
it happens a lot though- she's a Consort. Pleasure is her business, and goddamn
if she didn't enjoy being the Godfather's favorite.
It's almost amusing, how much pleasure it brings her to know that she's the
only one allowed to please him so intimately, so different than the rest of the
mafia, who couldn't help throwing themselves at him like fucking animals. More
than anything, it amused her- especially the Mafioso. Despite his obvious lack
of sanity, there was something so impossibly desperate about him- maybe it was
the bluntness of his dislike for the whole of the mafia, excluding his precious
Godfather, or maybe it was the fact that he was so obviously a virgin, waiting
for Carmine to fuck him for so long that he was almost more of a whore than any
of them-
She wonders just how much sexual tension there is underneath that sickening,
fake exterior- judging by the looks of it, quite a lot. The Godfather was so
blind it was almost endearing- maybe that was why she always swallowed, or
maybe it was just because she enjoyed it. As much as it killed her not to be in
control, the Godfather was in the very least, something to be admired- although
she didn't bow her head to just anyone. The fingers curling in her hair,
tugging her closer, were just a sign of how much he needed her.
And to be fair, everyone needed something from her.
She's barely gotten him to the point of release when there's a sudden banging
on the door, and she swallows the Godfather's thick release without another
thought when she hears someone fiddling with the locks, seemingly rather needy
from the rattling and the shallow curses. It's no surprise to her- that's just
how some people are, too fucking weak to keep themselves in control for too
long.
Gioia liked to think of Julian as the prime example of weakness.
===============================================================================
He wants to scream, is so fucking annoyed that he can hardly take it, fiddling
with the knob on the Godfather's door until he can pull it off and see her,
glancing over with a glare that's enough to make his blood boil. And he isn't
sure if it's the way the atmosphere in the room suddenly turns to ice or if
it's his own head that makes him finally snap.
"You're cheating on me, you disgusting motherfucker?!" The Mafioso can't keep
his hands from pulling on his hair, tugging it so roughly he wonders if he's
going to pull it out- but the Godfather wouldn't appreciate it if he did that.
He had to… had to keep himself perfect for Carmine, even if he was too goddamn
weak looking to do that. He barely thinks before he's digging nails into the
side of his neck, so annoyed, so… hurt at the fact that Gioia was giving his
Godfather a blowjob while he was forced to sit out in the cold and muse.
"Sir, I… I… I'm very disappointed in you." He finally says, unsurprised when
the Godfather raises an eyebrow, the Consort tugging his pants up and fastening
them loosely.
"All you two do is sleep around- you don't know the meaning of love. You… you
don't understand what I do. And I can't take it anymore. Why don't you notice
me? Why don't you want to fuck me? I just- I just- fuck, sir, I can't stand
it!"
It's practically hell when the Consort gives him that sly smile, presses her
mouth to the Godfather's ear and whispers words that are too fucking clear to
be surreal.
"You know that he's a virgin… right?"
"Shut the fuck up, you whore! I hate you- I hate both of you! Carmine, I've
given you everything! Everything I have is yours! My body, my mind, my gun… my
heart. I only want you! I want you to have all of me. And you go around
screwing these filthy whores? I'm yours. Only I am so devoted to you- I'll kill
the entire goddamn world to have you. Hell, I've been saving myself for you.
Nobody else will ever touch me. Because we're in love. I need you. I want you
to just fucking notice, Godfather- I want you! I would rip out my heart and
give it to you if it meant we could be together. Stop pretending you don't
know! Nobody else deserves you! Only me!"
Carmine had barely noticed the fact that Gioia had made herself rather
comfortable on his lap, grabbing his jacket and snuggling her head against his
neck and shoulder. Her hands playfully exploring his body, digging her lower
body closer to his crotch. While he didn't mind- in fact, if they were alone,
he'd probably encourage her- with the mafioso in the room, it rather dampened
his mood.
Frankly, it was rather annoying. He really did just wish that Julian would just
learn to collect himself and leave. Being interrupted right as he was releasing
himself in the mouth of Gioia, making a huge scene... none of it was dignified
of someone so high up in the mafia. If anything, it made him more annoyed.
Julian should be better than this, much better, but yet, here he was, unclothed
and spilling vulgarities right in front of him. Effectively, he was no better
than any of the other grunts. Carmine had to remind himself to speak to him in
private about this- if he was willing to do it so casually, and often enough,
often, who knows what he would say if he was being interrogated or tortured by
the jailor?
Honestly, he wasn't quite sure what he should address first. Perhaps his
disobedience and rudeness on entering his office uninvited, his crass language
that was used in front of a lady... Maybe he should start from the bottom, to
get it out of the way so he could move on to the more important stuff. While
the one he had picked out first really wasn't.. well, important per se, he
would still like to acknowledge it.
"Julian-" Carmine began, as Gioia moaned from his chest, wiggling so that she
was more pressed up against him, pushing her chest in his face. "Are you a
virgin?"
The second the words slipped from the Godfather's lips, he could feel the heat
building in his cheeks, immediately turning his eyes downwards to avoid the
man's appraising gaze. He almost wanted to shake- from anger, annoyance or just
plain heat he couldn't tell. He twiddled his fingers against each other
briefly, trying not to let any more information out than he should. Goddamn
Consort. Still, it was enough that he could barely cough out an "Um… w-well,
about that… I j-just… like, uh… I…"
He swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling much drier than before as he tried to
cover the blush building on his cheeks by pressing his hands over his face.
Mentally, he had to curse himself- like that doesn't make it totally obvious,
Julian- but externally, he couldn't help it. Seeing Gioia smirk at him like
that and the Godfather's unending stare was enough that he wanted to just turn
around and leave.
But no- he'd come this far for his Godfather and there was no turning back at
this point. Although it annoyed him that Carmine was basically disregarding
everything he said in favor of some slutty Consort- seriously. What the fuck.
It wasn't like… like he was only now realizing this, was it? There was no
fucking way. He just…
"I just…" the Mafioso tried to start again, his voice somewhat shaky as he
finally looks up, his lips quirking into a smile that was more psychotic than
what it should be. "I was saving myself for you, Carmine. I only want you. I
want… I want you between my thighs. I want you to fuck me so hard I forget how
to say anything but your name. And afterwards, I want you to hold me and tell
me that you love me too. Because if you don't… then I will not hesitate to kill
her, you, and every other member of the goddamn mafia who could've taken you
away from me. But remember, Carmine-senpai, I do this because I love you."
At that, he simply gave a grin- a grin that was actually completely genuine,
his eyes nearly closing before a slight laugh escaped his lips. He brought a
hand up to brush through his slightly-tangled black hair, folding his glasses
up and tucking them into his pocket again so he could give a steadier glance to
the man sitting at the desk.
His outburst would definitely be addressed in the meeting; along with a warning
to watch his mouth around women. If he had problems with either him or Gioia,
he should've waited until the both of them were free and taken it up with them
in private. His current way of doing so was wasn't just unprofessional, but
also very insulting to both of them.
Gioia's lip brushed against his chin, rubbing her cheek on his neck and further
stretched out. "He's so angry, Carmine… don't you think? So unprofessional.. do
you think he's taking any of those pills I used to see him oh so subtly take?"
She raised a good question, something that he hadn't really thought of yet. Has
he? Carmine should know whether or not he was taking them or not, after all,
they spent the majority of their time together.. He cursed in his head,
repeatedly. He really should've made sure he was- he was always at his best
when he was. Even if he disapproved of them, he couldn't deny they made him
much more mellow and easy to deal with. The exact opposite of him currently.
"Julian," he raised an eyebrow, lightly attempting to push the consort off of
his lap. It failed. "Are you alright? Should I call someone for you- I believe
Keon and Akivya would gladly sedate you if you're in need of something urgent
and quick acting."
Carmine attempted to remember what else he had said in his speech, though he
had to admit he barely payed attention to what he was saying. He had quite a
large number of things distracting him, things that seemed to settling into his
lap even more. He'd… he'd been saving himself for… him?
He… he almost felt insulted- Carmine thought he needed someone to sedate him?
But- but he'd never been happier… at least, he doesn't remember it. He doesn't
remember feeling like this in a long, long time. Since before the Godfather had
forced him to start taking that goddamn medication; the mafia had seemed so
pleased with the decision he'd wanted to puke. Didn't anyone understand him? It
was… it was so simple…!
"Why- why would I need pills? All they do is keep me from being up front with
you- they keep me from loving you, they just… it fucking pains me to see you
with her, Carmine. Gioia, you're such… such a bad girl… you just make me so
angry. I'd love to wrap my hands around that pretty little neck of yours- but
that's besides the point! I-I'm fine, completely fine."
He attempted to laugh it off, taking a deep breath afterwards as he tried not
to let the frustration show on his face, but it… it almost hurt. Carmine didn't
pay any attention to what he said- could probably care less about him. He… he
didn't love him? Did he… did he love Gioia? She was such a fucking slut,
though- a total whore, throwing herself all over everyone and moaning like a
goddamn bitch. She made him want to rip out his eyes so he didn't have to watch
her be so fucking pretentious…
No, she didn't deserve Carmine. Nobody else deserved him- nobody was good
enough for him, nobody would… would do any of the things he had. He'd… he'd
even gotten rid of his biggest competition! Not that the Godfather knew that,
but… a Consort was nothing compared to a wife.
Julian couldn't help cracking a smile at the thought before he covers his face
again, groaning almost harshly enough to tear his throat. He didn't need to
think about… about any of that, not right now. Right now he just needed his
Godfather to return his feelings, to admit what he already knew, to just say
those three little words… He didn't have anything else… anything else to live
for. He just wanted to cry. If… if the Godfather told him to, he'd do anything-
if he told him to turn himself in, walk in front of a car, he'd do it. He just
wanted to know.
"S-sir… Carmine, if you… if you don't want me… I just… there's no point
anymore. I-I can't… just… if you… fuck, I just… I'll kill myself. I don't give
a shit anymore. Just- please…"
"You're not going to kill yourself, Julian," Carmine reached a hand out,
motioning for him to sit down again. "Please, calm down."
He supposed that his mafioso wouldn't be calming down anytime soon, he'd end up
getting worse the longer this goes on. It upset him greatly. While he did
earlier crave the drama, he would've preferred that it had not been so close as
to effect him. Honestly, it annoyed him more than it did anything else. This
new revelation of him… well, he couldn't exactly bring himself to say exactly
what it was.. was disturbing and oddly surprised.
Still, as Gioia kissed and sucked on his neck tenderly and Julian on the verge
of completely collapsing, he had to be the one to smooth the situation out. He
finally managed to shove the kittenish woman off of his lap, removing himself
from his seat and moves in front of his desk so that he was properly staring
down the other man.
"I'm very disappointed that you would decide bring this up in a time like this,
it's extremely insulting to all three of us to watch you throw a tantrum,
airing out dirty laundry that should've been kept between two people." He
scolded, keeping his voice steady and trying not to upset him even more.
Carmine moved his hand to cup the boy's face, noticing that it was an unnatural
pale colour compared to it's typical darker colour. His thumb rubs against his
cheek, noticing the colour returning, though a light pink blush taking over
most of it.
He waits for a response, curious to see what he would say. When he's met with
tears falling from the mafioso's face and broken words, he simply sighs.
"Julian, please.. act like a man, not a child." Carmine brought his face closer
until he was only a hair away, the mafioso's breathing very quickly speeding
up. "If you calm down, I will reward you."
A simple nod, hesitant but desperate, is all he needs before he connects his
lips with the mafioso's and moves his hand to push his head against his to
deepen it. It only lasts for a moment, but he assumes it'll be enough to get
him to relax. Carmine was getting tired, close to announcing that they'd resume
this in the morning and retire to bed, but he forced himself to shell out just
a bit longer and then he'd do so with the consort in tow.
"Carmine," Gioia whined from the desk. "You shouldn't give into his childish
demands.. it's not fair to rest of us. He called me a whore, darling.. are you
really going to let him get away with this?"
Inwardly, she was laughing. She was hoping that they'd do this earlier,
avoiding quite a big one sided fight. Still, it was amusing watching the
mafioso be scolded and screaming declarations of love. Much more amusing than
she previously assumed it would be. She'd have to tell the others how it went,
they'd all enjoy it as much as she was.
Should he feel bad? To be fair, Julian didn't know- everything that had been
running around in his head had turned into an overwhelming sense of fear,
loneliness and desperation… just at seeing Carmine with Gioia. Just at…
thinking that she was with him, that they could… could sleep together every
night, could get married, have a fucking baby- it was the past repeating
itself. And even worse, it was being blatantly thrown in his face.
Maybe they were right- maybe if he… if he hadn't quit taking those stupid
fucking meds everything would be better. Or at least, for them it would have
been. He… he didn't want it to be so hazy. He could barely even feel his
Godfather when he was drugged up- he wanted to feel everything about Carmine.
His hands, his lips, his body, his muscles or fat or anything- everything about
him deserved to be worshipped. And Gioia couldn't possibly understand that.
Nobody else understood. Carmine didn't understand. The Mafioso couldn't keep
himself from sucking in another breath, letting it out as a needy, broken sob
that almost made him want to cringe as he curled in on himself. Maybe… fuck,
anything was better than this, that kiss that only further threw the presence
of the annoying Consort in his face, the way she was now clinging to Carmine's
arm and looking up at him with those wide eyes…
He wanted nothing more than to cut her throat, let the sticky scarlet and
alzarin shades cover his hands until he could barely make out the color of her
skin. If it was Gioia's blood, he figured he wouldn't mind painting his skin
with it- maybe after he broke some shit. He could imagine forcing the bones of
her hand out through her skin… her screams would be such a pleasantry.
Was this… was this why everyone was so disdainful towards him? Julian was never
one hundred percent on what exactly the mafia's problem with him was, but… he
got so sick of being called crazy, got so sick of being talked down to, just
because he might be a little mentally unstable in comparison to them. That
didn't mean they had to point it out every fucking chance they got- he was so
sick of it! And the Godfather just ignored it, didn't even try and defend him…
He might as well go all out, anyway. It's not like it would change anything at
this point.
The Mafioso wiped the tears away from his cheeks, pulling another deep breath
in as he looked up to Carmine, barely noting the icy glare on his face as he
pulls himself to his feet, and begins to make his way toward the door.
"I-I'm s-sorry, sir. I'll… start… m-maybe you should have them sedate me, if
it'll g-get rid of the problem."
Gioia had pressed herself against the godfather, giving an amused grin at the
back of the head of the mafioso. It was so fun to watch the boy have a complete
breakdown, even if it ended rather boringly with him crying and asking to be
sedated.. still; wasn't every day that she could see Carmine's right hand (or
rather, his left hand) man act like this.
She wrapped her arms around the older man, standing on her toes to kiss his
cheek. "Carmine," she smiled lightly, giggling softly. "You can really pick the
best men.. your own mafioso is batshit insane."
He couldn't help the horrible, intense feeling of aggravation that was pooling
in his gut as he whirled around to stare at the Consort, still clinging to the
arm of his Godfather. She blinked up at him almost innocently, but the amused
grin she aimed at him was all but as she taunted him with that fucking kiss-
He couldn't help himself. Julian barely had time to take a breath before he
lunged at her, his hands grasping for the fabric of her dress, enough that he
could pull himself closer to her with a sharp, "You fucking cunt-" that he
never got to finish, the door slamming open right as he was met with a scalding
glare from Carmine.
"Carmine, I-I'm sorry," he says, letting go of her, but he can feel the tears
pooling in his eyes again, and then he hears something else leave her lips,
something like 'crazy', and he can't help it, falling to his knees and
practically slamming his head against the floor as he struggles from the sheer
want to pull her down, fucking climb on top of her and choke her out until all
the life drains from her horribly distracting face-
"Stop looking down on me!" The Mafioso barely managed to force out before he
was being pulled away, giving a glance up to the Godfather as he tried to force
out something else, tried to catch his breath, his eyes widening almost rapidly
at the situation…
"Stop this," Carmine was anything but gentle as he pulled him away from the
disgruntled consort and towards the two other mafia men. "A proper man should
never ever touch a woman, Julian. I'm disgusted by your actions here."
The two others, Keon and Akivya, both seemed to understand exactly what they
needed to do. They took hold of both arms of him, unwilling to let him escape
from their gripes seeing as they just watch the previous scene unfold. It would
be extremely wise to keep the man sedated tonight, or how ever long the
godfather wanted him under.
Carmine looked over to the girl, giving her an apologetic look as she cursed
underneath her breath and waved him off. While it felt wrong to do so, he had
to supervise the young man. While he did just proceed to almost assault his
girlfriend, he still cared a lot for the man. He wasn't ever like this when he
was on his medication, he knew this for a fact. Gioia would understand, even if
she didn't like it. She'd be welcomed to retire into his bedroom for the night,
even if the chance of him joining her were rather slim now.
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Everything hurt. It was like a sharp, tearing, searing pain that started in his
neck and spiraled through his veins until it had engulfed absolutely everything
in it's path. Harsh, hot and impossibly difficult to bear, he was barely able
to force a breath past his own lips. For a few moments he just lay there,
choking on air that he wasn't able to take in, barely processing anything that
had happened, because he couldn't piece a damn thing together…
And then he was leaning forward, attempting to clutch at his chest as he
coughed, so forcefully it rattled his chest, threatening to extend the pain
that was there, along with the pounding in his head. He could hardly see-
everything was so blurry, so… static that it wasn't possible to get a read on
anything, not even the room. Was it… was it his room? He wasn't even sure,
could hardly feel anything aside from the trembling in his own skin.
A jutting ache ran through his spine, causing him to pull himself away, lying
back on the bed with his unyielding restraints around thin, bony arms as he
turned his face away from the dim light in the room. There was… there was
something he couldn't make out, something he wasn't sure of… although he knows,
more than anything, how intense the rage had been, how… how angry she'd made
him, and oh my fucking God, you idiot, you fucking told him- you said
everything, and they're together and now there's no way you can just get rid of
her if you want to keep your fucking head-
He manages to turn his head, just barely, looking over at the shadowed corner
across from the bed, almost hopefully (although the hope would just be wistful
at this point; any chance that the Godfather held affection for him had been
all but crushed, just because he was such a goddamn moron…)
"S-s…" he tries to cough out, but his tongue won't let him form a single word,
won't let him do anything but push a few, barely audible noises past his lips.
"Julian," he stood up, reaching over to place his hand on his. "Don't fuss,
you're still heavily sedated. Lay your head back down."
Carmine wasn't quite sure what he was saying, barely awake and exhausted from
waiting all night for the mafioso to wake up. The chair he was sitting didn't
even attempt to give him any support, not that he wasn't surprise. Nothing in
the mafioso's room screamed comforting: no familiar photos, sheets that didn't
look old and unused.. plain, boring.
He sighed, again. It wasn't if he blamed him, if anything were to ever happen
and they'd need to leave, he was glad that Julian wouldn't take too long saying
goodbye to any of their sentimentals belongings. It was better that they not be
held down by hings. Still, nothing here showed that he was even just a little
bit attached to anything. Except for him.. which he very clearly explained to
him for a few hours last night.
"How are you feeling? You look pale still, do you want me to get you some
water?" Carmine touched the mafioso's head with the back of his hand, frowning
at how dank, sweaty it felt. He felt bad for letting him getting like this, but
he doesn't much to ease his pain or mental problems. It felt like it was wrong,
to hate him slightly, seeing as the only thing he was able to do was take
medication. He always heard him complain about how it made him feel, but he
couldn't do anything other than just keep telling him to take them, that he was
better with them than without them.
Remembering the medication, he removed three orange pill cases and set them on
the bedside table next to him. He made sure to force him to look at them,
grunting to get his attention when he loudly slammed it on the table. "We need
to talk, Julian. About earlier."
What is there to talk about? To be fair, he felt as though he'd more than
exhausted himself of all rational thought, barely managing to flex his fingers
as he raised his eyes to meet the Godfather's. He swallowed, throat entirely
too dry to feel anything- but he didn't need water. Carmine didn't deserve to
waste time on someone as stupid as he had made himself out to be.
That being said… why the hell had he gotten together with Gioia? The filthy
bitch was barely worth a second glance; she'd betray Carmine the second she saw
a better option for herself… she didn't deserve him. She didn't deserve to
live. None of them- absolutely nobody would love the Godfather as well as he
had. Nobody else would kill to have him…
"Dis-moi merci, monsieur." he finally hissed out, barely audible in the chill
of the room, when spoken with such a rasped breath. The Godfather's
disapproving eyes did nothing to shake him, still lying there as he struggled
to gain enough leverage in his arm to take those goddamn pills. He barely
managed to force them into his mouth before he was looking back up to the
Godfather with a mumbled curse of 'merde' under his breath.
"S-speak…?"
Carmine sat himself on the edge of the bed, returning his hand on the other's
hand. "I did not appreciate you having a fit in my office earlier, Julian. It
was very disrespectful of you to do so- even more so when you physically
attacked Gioia."
He gripped his hand, ignoring the wincing sound that comes from the boy below
him. "I should lower your rank, expel you and force you out of the mafia.." he
takes a moment to calm himself down, drawing a deep breath and untensing his
shoulders. "But I won't. Do you know why I won't?"
When nothing came out of the boy's mouth, thankfully, he continued. "Because I
care for you, Julian. While not in the way I can see you.. hoping, I care very
much so for you in a different sense. I apologize if you're not happy with
this, but this is all I can do for you. You have become something of a son to
me, and I'll never stop thinking of you this way.."
He wants to cry, wants to scream and beat his fists against the Godfather's
chest, wants to shout so much his voice goes raw. But more than anything, he
just wants to grab him and wrap hands around his neck and choke him until he
turns blue. Julian has to curse himself for the thought, almost to the verge of
collapsing again as his skin tingled and hands trembled.
He barely managed to move his fingers to curl in Carmine's shirt, his eyes
staring straight at the man, still too difficult to blink. From here he could
take in every inch of his face, every inch of his flawless skin and those
piercing blue eyes… it's enough to make him tense, shoulders locking up rigidly
as he hisses. He wants to smack himself for the words that finally come out.
"I'm s-sorry for being… delusional, s-sir. It… it w-won't happen… not a-
anymore. Please…" And before he can help himself, there are crystalline
droplets falling from his eyes and over his freezing cheeks, slipping off
almost despairingly as he clings to the man with such desperation it's almost
physically painful.
Carmine let the man cry into his chest, wrapping his arms closer to his body,
and pushing his nose into his hair. Perhaps it would be best to let the mafioso
rest for a few days, to take into the news.. he was sure their consigliere
would gladly take his role, just for a little while, anyway. It made him upset
to think about it, but he had to accept the fact that the mafioso needed some
time to get back into reality.
"Julian, please stop," he forced him to look back at him, noting the salty
tears that stained his face. "I'm sorry. You're young, you have plenty of other
choices… you could do much better than me, boy."
His fingers brushed and pulled at his hair, the tips of thumbs wiping the tears
from his eyes. He felt like such shit for doing this to him, even if he tried
the gentlest he possibly could to reject it.. fuck, he'd never be able to
forget this moment. Even if he tried, the sound of him crying will forever be
replaying in his mind.
"Please stop crying," he pressed his lips against his, once more. It lasted
longer than before, much longer. He didn't pull away, and neither did the
mafioso. He brought his hands up to the mafioso's face, caressing his cheek
with his thumb and closed his eyes. It seemed to last forever, but once he
pulled away, he regretted deciding to do so.
The look on the mafioso's face pained him greatly, desperate and confused mixed
with blissful hope. It was hard to decide whether or not to apologize for it,
or to tell him he'd do it again if he promised to stop crying.. he cursed at
himself, again and again until he made up his mind on what he wanted to do.
Carmine brushed off the wrinkles on his suit, giving a tender rubbing of the
man's hand, and pulled himself up. "I'm.. I apologize for that, Julian. Please,
rest. I'll have our consigliere take your place for the next few days while you
recover.. please don't hesitate to come and talk to me when you feel better."
He looked away from the man, barely able to walk to the door without wanting to
turn back. "Good night, Julian."
He doesn't know what to say. What to feel, what to think… whether or not he
should keep crying or if this means he has a chance. He wants to believe that-
the latter- so bad it makes him tense up as another whine leaves his mouth
thoughtlessly, trying as best he could not to just stay staring at the back of
the man walking towards the door.
Still, it was enough that he was so flustered, suddenly so much more emotional
than before, almost heated as his cheeks continued to turn redder the more he
thought about it. He barely managed to choke out a "sir, p-please, don't leave-
" as he watched the Godfather pause in his movement, enough that the Mafioso
could practically feel his breathing stop.
"C-Carmine?"
"Yes?"
Carmine forces himself to turn around, noting the fact that his voice was
higher than.. well, higher than he'd ever actually heard himself go.
He doesn't know how to stop himself from reddening further, especially when
Carmine's eyes fall on him again, his back arched and spine curved in a way
that he almost felt ashamed of. He could barely focus on the Godfather's words,
simply trying to pull away from that stare, as if it would fix anything.
When his words finally slip out, they're nothing like he wants them to be, his
hands trembling as he shifts his legs, letting his thighs fall away from each
other just slightly as he tries to choke back a moan.
"Carmine… I-I need you. P-please…" he finally says, trying to hold back another
sob when he thinks his Godfather's only going to turn away again… it's almost a
thought he's ashamed of, the notion that maybe if he was needy enough Carmine
would want him- even if just from pity. Still, he could… pass it off as effects
of the sedative, could claim he was still delusional, could…
"Fuck, sir-" he moans, his head tilting back ever so slightly as he avoids the
Godfather's disbelieving gaze. "I'm… nn… I don't know what's wrong with me, G-
Godfather. I j-just…"
"T-this is highly unprofessional," he says this but yet, his feet drag him over
to him, forcing him to sit down right down next to him. Carmine's lips felt
weirdly dry, cracked and painful to move. "Julian.." his eyes locked down on
where his hips were arching forward, a small blush threatening to appear on his
face. Cursing to himself, he forced himself to swallow whatever curses that
kept trying to escape his mouth.
His fingers twitched, slightly shaking as he rested a hand of his inner thigh.
He didn't know why or how he was doing this, after all, he had just told him he
had thought of him as a child.. but yet, he was about to do something like this
just minutes later. Did he develop feelings for him in that amount of times..
no, he didn't think so. It seemed to keep him happy, it calmed him down almost
immediately.
He wanted to tell himself that it was only to calm him down, to keep the peace.
(He hated lying to himself.)
The hand resting on the inside of his thigh, smoothing over the thin fabric
covering his skin was enough to make him quiver, his legs trembling as
Carmine's hand smoothed over the sensitive areas of skin where thigh connected
to hip and pelvis. He wanted to… wanted to cry, but anything more would just
ruin all this…
He couldn't help it. There were a few tears that spilled down his cheek,
followed by a longer moan as he tensed up and tried to keep himself from
getting so worked up. "Carmine, I-I can't… what's… aah, I just… my head feels
so… c-can't. Need… something."
Carmine leaned in, moving his free hand up his body and kissed his neck. The
moans that escaped both his lips and Julian's sounded like music, causing his
to suck deeper on his neck as he tried to imagine anything else but this. Why
did this feel so wrong? He felt stupid for continuing, enabling him into
believing that he had a chance.. it felt so nice though. Thoughts went to his
deceased wife, rest her soul.. the feel and touch of her skin, so soft and
fragile. It was too much like the mafioso's, and it killed him inside.
"Julian.. if you want me to stop-" he released his hold on his neck, noticing
his made quite the impression on his neck.
He could practically feel all the marks, every inch of skin that his Godfather
had marked, almost swollen in comparison to what it had been before. He
wondered how it looked… wondered what people were going to say when they saw
it, all purple and red, practically like he'd been defiled. But god if he
didn't want it, need it, crave it.
"Nnn… 's… f-feels nice sir. I feel… l-loved. Is that… w-what I'm supposed to
feel? D-do you… need to leave? I'm s-sorry. Don't know what's wrong with me…
Carmine… you have no idea…" he tensed up with a gasp as he felt the hand slip
further between his thighs, rubbing against the bulge growing in his pants.
"My s-skin is yours." he managed to hiss, hoping it didn't come across as
unnerving as it sounded. Julian wrapped a hand around the back of Carmine's
neck, trying to just bring him closer still, wanting more, more marks on his
skin, more touches to his hot flesh…
"Just.. tell me when you want me to stop," he kissed his lips once more,
breathing heavier than previously. The tips of his fingers trailed the veins
trailed his cock, before he hesitantly took it into his hand and let himself
pull on it gently. He wasn't very experienced in how to actually handle someone
else's, seeing as he was always on the receiving end of them.
Julian thrusted himself into his hand, moaning his name that just made him feel
so much more in the wrong about continuing this. Carmine tried to ignore his
feelings, wanting so much to just… feel numb to this. He tried to think of
Gioia, of his wife, Bellissima.. Belle.. His lips found his neck again, biting
down onto it and tried so hard to think of Belle's beautiful thick lips, her
blonde hair.. he felt sick, the desire to see his wife once again returning to
his stomach. He tried to shift to thinking of Gioia.. yes, she worked. Her
moans, the way she called her name with a thick accent that reminded him of
home.
He moaned, growing hard himself as he continued to tug the boy off. "G-gioia..
fuck-"
He said her name. Her, the one who didn't deserve him, disrespected him, was so
unbelievably fake that she made Julian want to puke whenever he matched eyes
with her makeup-caked face.
But wasn't he… wasn't he being just as fake right now, his head suddenly
aching, feeling like it was going to fracture into a thousand pieces. He shoved
Carmine away, biting down on his lip, wrapping arms around his impossibly
fragile frame with a sob.
"Please… just leave. I-I feel so sick, sir. D-disgusted with myself. You… I'm
just… n-nothing. I think… p-please leave me my pills, sir. I just… don't w-want
to think about what I've d-done. Please."
"I'm sorry," Carmine attempted to leave in and kiss him as an apology, but once
the mafioso moved his face, he simply sighed in defeat. He gripped his leg,
moving from his bed and returned to making his way towards the door. Right
before he completely opened the door, he turned back and nodded. "Please, get
plenty of rest, Julian.. Goodnight."
Carmine wondered briefly what would happen in the next few days, if things
between them would be the same. Things would certainly be different.. Was it
wrong that he was excited to see? No, he didn't think so.
A faint smile appeared on his lips as he slammed the door behind him, ready to
actually be able to retire. With the thought of his mafioso fresh in his mind.
…..
At some point it had come to this. He supposed it might be fitting; still
rolled over on one side, curling in on himself further and further… He wanted
to disappear. More than anything, he just wanted to disappear, to quit feeling,
because he was so foolish and annoying and just… it wasn't anything he could
help, really. Hell, he didn't know if he could help anything anymore.
He couldn't help his own feelings. Couldn't help that god-awful, wrenching
heartache when he realized that there was nothing to live for. And maybe he
should be scolding himself for it, Julian thought- for giving up on love, for
just… wasting himself like this when absolutely nobody else in the goddamn
world would be able to do what he had done. When nobody would even think about…
about killing for someone. It just made the thoughts even worse, more
persistent, almost… shameful.
Should he be ashamed of himself? Probably. But for what it was worth, he hadn't
felt anything- not really. He might not even to be able to feel if he tried.
That alone was enough to make him give a horrible, half-pained, real smile that
was probably the most honest expression he'd seen on his own face in years. He
barely managed to drag in another breath, before he took the last sip of the
water, trying to push down the feelings lodged in his chest along with the
pills.
You know what sucks? Realizing everything you've ever believed in is a lie.
Really, really sucks. He thought, a dry hiss of a laugh parting from his lips
at that, before he turned away from the door and walked back over to the bed,
just barely managing to lie down on it as he let his muscles start to accept
their weakness.
There just wasn't a point.
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Carmine could go back to sleep, instead, he paced the room. Anxiety has built
in his chest, worried about what Julian meant when he asked him to leave. Why
leave his pills-he'd seen him watch him leave them on the tablet next to him.
Fuck, he'd watch him do so.. it didn't make sense, it didn't make a lick of
it.. it confused him, terrified him of all the possibilities that could happen
to him..
"Carmine," the consort whined from the bed, barely clothed and looking rather
annoyed. "Please.. your pacing is getting very annoying, come lay down with me.
I need you."
"In a minute," he waves a hand at her, giving one of apologetic smiles that he
seems to be giving to almost everyone these days. His mind still kept on his
mafioso.. he didn't think he was safe, anything but that. "Gioia, please.. go
back to sleep, darling, I'll be back soon."
She voices a complaint, though he's not quite sure what it exactly is. He
barely hears a thing, only able to hear the pounding in his ears. His heart
beats too quickly, almost alarmingly fast. If he wasn't already worried about
Julian, he'd worry about his heart.. it didn't matter right now, once he had
made sure the boy was okay, he'd worry about himself.
Once reaching the boy's room, he pounded harder than he intended to do. Carmine
hadn't quite noticed that his hands were shaking until he managed to throw open
the door.
He isn't sure just how badly he's shaking, swallowing back his own fear as he
tries not to let the sound affect him; his cheeks are soaked, absolutely
covered in tear trails, still trying to quell the sound of the sobs that keep
breaking loose from his throat. He isn't sure how long it's been, who might
have found him, if it even fucking mattered at this point…
It's only a few seconds before he hears a crashing noise and feels something
impossibly warm pressing closer to him, his skin freezing cold, paler than even
the night before. He barely managed to bring a fist up to smack against the
figure's body with such a weak passion it's almost trivial.
"P-please don't d-do anyth…" Julian choked from between sobs, grabbing for the
other's sleeves as he tries to force the hands away from him- but his arms were
pushed away easily, forced aside as he felt the person grab him roughly.
Carmine was barely able to hold the boy up properly, his knees almost giving
out under him as he pressed the boy to his chest and attempted to drag him over
to the bed. He'd honestly never felt so… scared, panicked and fearful for
another human being before. And it killed him, it tore him apart on the inside
and he was damn sure that it showed on the inside. He couldn't remember the
last time he was felt terror like this before.. the last night he ever felt
genuinely fearful was when.. Belle died, when he had found Belle dead, skin
burnt and charred like a piece of meat. They had the arsonist burnt in return
the following evening.
"Julian-" Carmine finally got out, voice cracking as he pulled the two of them
on the bed and wrapped himself around the boy, brushing his hair back from his
face and feeling his forehead. "Please- say something. Talk to me- can you even
hear me?"
"C-C…" he choked out, recoiling on himself as he shakes, feeling the
Godfather's arms wrapped so tightly around him, so warm, more than he could've
imagined it to be… hesitantly, he buried his face in the side of Carmine's
shirt, fingers shaking as he wrapped them in the thin fabric.
"N-nobody… don't know… Carmine. I-I feel… just… d-doesn't matter." he pulls
himself away then, retching as he leans over the side of the bed, unable to
keep himself from lurching forward as half-digested pills litter the floor; he
can feel Carmine's hand on his back, rubbing against the exposed flesh, tugging
him back into his arms, enough that he can tremble and cry and curse into the
other's skin…
"Julian," he keeps repeating his name until it sounds foreign and his throat
burns, but he doesn't stop saying it as he rocks the boy back and forth like
it's the only thing he can do because it is and he has no idea what to do. His
nails are probably digging into his skin, and he feel blood dripping down his
hands and staining his clothes, and he curses. Blood is a bitch to get out of
clothing, but he doesn't bother caring, the janitor can throw it out for all he
cares. He presses his lips against the boy's forehead, romantic looking or
whatever be dammed.
He had no idea what to do or say, he just rocked them both, trying to calm
himself down and pretend they were both anywhere else but here. A thought of
the stress giving him a heart attack or something just as severe crosses his
mind, but it's gone as soon as it came. There are so many ideas and thoughts
and desires and scenes that play through his mind, and he can't focus on them
all, they run through his mind like someone is beating him and-
For a moment, the world feels blank and he feels completely numb- Julian is
loud though- so loud and he can't hear anything else but the sound of his tears
hitting the floor and he's still vomiting… his breath comes out in the shortest
of pants and he forgets to inhale as he's finally letting tears fall from his
own face. The world is going dark, spotty, and all he can do to force himself
to stay awake is to stare at the boy's face, no matter how gross and sickly it
is. It makes him feel sick, grossed out and confused on what to do again, but..
he doesn't think. He forces himself to act on instinct.
"T-tell me what to do-" he's not used to doing things on his own, and it's
painfully obvious for both of them. Carmine feel embarrassed and hates himself
for it, but- he can't change history no matter how much he truly wants to and
oh god, does he.
I don't know what to do, he thinks, pulling his arms further around himself as
he shakes and sputters and tries to force out something that resembles words as
the Godfather's hands fall on his shoulders and pull him to his chest again. He
feels tired… exhausted… beyond the capacity for words. He doesn't know if he
even has the strength to cry anymore; defeated as he lets himself sink back
against his Godfather's chest and clench his hands into barely-curled fists.
He isn't able to say almost anything, simply pressing his face into the
mattress and the messy heap of blankets as an attempt to shield himself from
Carmine because he wasn't supposed to find me, wasn't supposed to worry, fuck
fuck fuck-! As relieved as the Mafioso was that he was here that he did love
him in some way or another, he feels so weak now… like a silly little mess, all
covered in tears and vomit. Dramatic for no goddamn reason, and nobody who-
He cares. He does. Carmine… Carmine cares about him, loves him, came back for
him… he must have realized, Julian thought. Their connection was so intense
that not even death could break it. In… in sickness or in health, right? He
just… it was so obvious now, and he couldn't believe he'd been so stupid as to
believe otherwise.
"S-stay with me?" he rasps out, throat sore and raw and so acidic it burns. "P-
please, sir… y-you came back, why… please… I-I need you. So w-warm… just stay…
h-hurts, Carmine."
The fast beating of his heart finally slowed down after several long moments,
much to Carmine's great pleasure. "O-of course," he hated the way he sounded so
weak now, too worried for either of them.. he had to be strong for them both
now, like the leader the boy had looked up to. He gave a nervous laugh,
ignoring the vomit and the tears that stained his cheek as he kissed him.
***** the good, the bad, and the slutty *****
Chapter Summary
     Gioia gets jealous of Carmine's developing relationship with Julian
     and goes to Akivya for some comfort.
Chapter Notes
     Consort x Janitor
It was so fucking frustrating. Akivya wasn't really sure if there were words
for the situation- everything that came to mind seemed too shallow to even
describe his feelings as he stared into the unappreciated glass. There were
smears everywhere. As much as he’d tried to clean it, running around with
sponges and rags and windex, they just weren't coming off.
 
He was more than ready to just draw a heart on it in sharpie and walk away;
it's not like he ever really used the thing anyway. Not as much as he used…
well, everything else. And Keon could shut up about the pink curtains he'd
decided to decorate all the rooms with- they were cute. And besides, it was
almost New Years. Everyone could use a bit of cheer. That meant color.
 
The Janitor barely had time to take a breath before he finally peeled the latex
gloves off his hands and collapsed on the bed. The stress was nearly
overwhelming… I've got to change that. Maybe… maybe I can ask Keon… I'm sure
he'd love some… activity. Especially if that Botox is working the way it should
be-
 
His thoughts were cut off by the door swinging open, rattling on it's hinges as
it's slammed in with a surprising amount of force. Akivya shot up with a shout
of surprise, almost recoiling when he saw Gioia. “What are you doing? I'm… I'm
not even wearing clothes, bunbun. Just… just wait a minute, sugarmuffin… wait…
is this because of the curtains?”
 
Gioia only gave him an overdramatic sigh, throwing herself into the janitor’s
bed, and didn't bother giving a glance to the younger man. She didn't really
know why exactly she chose Akivya to go to after being ignored by Carmine for
what felt like the millionth time this week, but she didn't really regret it.
 
“Aki,” she did her best to draw out his name. “Why are men so cruel? They're so
quick to grab and obsess over the nearest woman their dick points to, but lose
interest so quickly. It almost feels intentional, breaks my heart.”
 
Gioia wiped a fake tear from her eye, letting her voice drop sharply with the
last sentence to show how desperate and upset she was over it. Honestly, she
berated herself for being so surprised when her Carmine began acting like this.
She was a consort and she knew first hand about what happens when a boy falls
for a girl. She really couldn't count the the number of boys who've proclaimed
their love for her only to lose interest and eye up the next skirt that caught
their eye. Boys were predictable, men weren't supposed to be. They were
supposed to be devoted to one person and one person only- forever.
 
But Carmine didn't get this memo apparently. No, he chose to ignore her and
play around with some bipolar little boy that only furthered his flame for him
and kissed his ass. That was fine with her, she couldn't give less of a shit
about it even if she tried. If he had his playtoys, she was entitled to her own
 
Akivya would never turn her down or ignore her.
 
Admittedly, the janitor’s first reaction was to let out a sharp half-shriek
when the woman flopped down on his bed, rolling over and looking up at him with
her startlingly dark eyes. Do you even know how much time I spent making that
bed? You- you just-
 
Nonetheless, he managed to cut himself off mid-thought, attempting to pay
attention to whatever the consort was saying… something about men being cruel,
blah, blah, getinfuckingline. Not that he was going to say that, per se, just…
he needed to find the right words. He wasn’t entirely sure whether he should
take Gioia’s visit as an insult to his masculinity or not… Like… “I… um… d-
dearheart, I mean… I am a man, you know.”
 
The look she throws him only furthers to dampen his mood as he gives a long
sigh. “Okay, okay… I mean, yes, I get where you’re coming from. Some men like
to just lust over some hot piece of ass they’ll never have instead of the
person they should be binding themselves to! I mean… love isn’t fantasy, right?
Surely somebody has to understand that… although, to be fair, I prefer sex to
romance, my darling Gioia. It’s so much more fun to just beg and thrust myself
onto some guy’s dick instead of worrying about whether or not he has feelings
for me.”
 
Akivya sucks in another breath, rolling onto his stomach so he could meet eyes
with the woman properly, trying not to take note of just how tight that shirt
was… he’d never preferred women, but he couldn’t help admitting that Gioia was
a hot mess that he wanted to clean up. (Maybe he should pretend he never had
that thought; to be fair, the puns got a bit old at times.)
 
“That still begs the question, honey bunny… why did you choose to come here? I
mean, there’s Vita, there’s Jaina, there’s- a lot of people. You could probably
have brought it up with your bunbun, right? I mean… little old me… what can I
do for you?”
 
Gioia moaned annoyed, stretching out on his bed. “Carmines.. my darling Carmine
is runnin’ around with the mafioso-” she spit his name out like it gave her a
bad taste in her mouth. Crinkling her nose, she gave another sigh. “It’s
disgusting, really. They’re just.. I can’t even explain how gross they are
together; like homos sucking each other off constantly. I don’t understand it..
Carmine has me to please him, and I’m willing to suck him off and do whatever
he wants, but he prefers to have some.. some fucking child to do that.”
 
It felt almost natural to hate him, it felt right at least. Constantly chasing
her fiancée around like a schoolgirl with a crush, lapping up his every word
and sucking up to him.. it was so annoying, never being able to talk to him
without the mafioso listening in on them. Julian acted like a child, constantly
crying and throwing tantrums that only fortified her way of thinking. It only
pissed her off more when she was trying to talk about very personal things with
him, only to find Julian hiding and listening to them with way too much
attention and interest.
 
“And besides,” she giggled into her hands, giving him a wink. “I’m not gay.. if
I can help it. I’d rather not fuck any of them right now.. I want someone,” she
pulled herself closer to him, puffing up her chest and attempting to show more
than what was really able to be seen in her tight shirt. “With some.. special
equipment to fuck me with.”
 
“That's cute… you think I want to fuck you,” Akivya said, resting his chin on
the palm of his hand as he stared at the consort, widening his eyes. “But
what's in it for me, babycakes? I'm sure you know that I'm more into… rough.
Stuff little girls shouldn't be playing around with… although you're just a
naughty thing, betraying our precious Godfather like this…”
 
He sighs, turning over onto his back again and glancing up at the cracked
ceiling. “I suppose I should tell you that it's downright sexy.” The janitor
dragged in a breath, sliding a hand along his ribcage and down to his pelvis,
trailing thin fingers over his bony hips, trying to ignore how dumb it must
look with all the thigh hickies. “I don't know how to respond, my dear consort…
but I suppose ‘take what you want’ will suffice. Unlike you, I don't charge.”
he added a small, barely notable wink to that, focusing on the position the
woman had settled into.
 
“Gioia…” he murmured softly. “You have such a lovely chest… mm… do you want me
to touch it? Do you want me to trail my tongue along those rich curves and
suck? I want you… I want you to push yourself against me… I want you to cum on
my face, when we get down to it… what do you want, my little kitten?”
 
“It’s not betrayal if he did it first,” she pushed herself over to him,
hovering over his still body. “Besides, a girl has to have a little fun.. I
want it so much too- I miss being touched by other men, it was so nice hearing
them crave me and my body. But Carmine is so mean to me.. he want me with other
men anymore: but Carmine won’t touch me. No, no. That’s saved for his darling
little mafioso.”
 
She never got what she wanted anymore- no matter how she tried. Even if she
stripped down to the sexist of bras and panties, Carmine only ever shoved her
away and said he had work. He’d rather touch himself than touch her. Gioia
never felt more insulted than she did with him half the time really. They used
to be so perfect together, the constant fucking and touching and kissing…
people have had to get the jaws of life to separate them when they were
together- but now. They haven’t touched each other in months and she couldn’t
tell someone when the last time they fucked was.
 
“It’s not fair, really,” she gave another annoyed sigh, repositioning herself
so that she was cradling his crotch and played with the hem of his underwear.
Oddly enough they were woman’s. Wasn’t the first she had seen a man wear
something like this, fuck, she’s had guys ask to keep her’s. People have their
weird fetishes and sometimes it pays to work with them rather than exclude
them. “You wouldn’t keep me waiting and wanting for so long would you, Aki?”
 
Her hands slip into his pants and she manages to slip his cock out. She
caresses it slightly with her fingers, slowly getting into a pace as she
continued. “I hate all the silly games he plays with me, actin’ as if we
weren’t gettin’ married so soon.. he has to keep me satisfied, just like I’d be
willing to do for him. All I really want him to do is fucking me in the ass
sometimes, he used to like doing that.. but he’s so boring anymore. Only
wanting to kiss and to lay down together. If that even most of the time. It’s
like he’s trying to deprive me out of one of my basic human rights..”
 
Her eyes met back up with the janitor, before giving him a light smile and
leaning in close enough to whisper, “But.. enough about my- our darling
godfather.. I’m sure you get tired of hearing about him too.. tell me, Aki..
what’s it that you want to do?” she pressed her lips against the side of his
cheek, tapping her sharp nails against the side of neck. “I just want to be
touched, like I deserve..”
 
“Well I just want to be touched,” the janitor responds, almost cringing the
moment nails dig into the bruised-up flesh of his neck, shifting until his
hardening cock is pressed against the inside of the consort’s thigh, her skin
impossibly warm and flawless as she finally lets go enough to trail fingers
against his hip, the flesh practically trembling wherever she touches it.
 
“Gi-Gioia… fuck… nn, I want you to mark me, wanna feel your teeth on my neck…
imagine how hot it's gonna be with my cock inside you… pushing up into your t-
tight heat… ugh, I need you to… please, Gioia… I want you to humiliate me.”
 
He barely had time to reflect on what he was saying- how desperate it came
across, just how insanely needy he was… somehow so much worse than Gioia
despite how frequently his incursions were. Still, it’s enough that when she
pushes her hips down against his, he can’t keep a shallow moan from leaving his
lips, followed by a sharp intake of breath as he felt the nails move from his
neck down his chest.
 
“F-fuck… Gioia… mistress,” Akivya hisses, all but quivering when he finally
feels her hand take hold of him again as she pushes herself forward, breasts
practically smothering his face as he struggles to place his hands around her
hips...
 
She’s always enjoyed topping. If it was because she craved being a leader or it
was because she really liked hearing them moan her name, mistress, or what, it
was still a huge turn on for her. Carmine never let her top of him, always
overpowering her until she was back laying against the blankets or demanding
she get off and- the memories of him just plain out ignoring her whines to just
let her for once top just piss her off even more. For once, she’s glad she that
she decided to run to someone else to satisfy her needs instead of having to do
it herself.
 
Once she’s sure her breast are firmly in his face, and she’s pressing against
his hips and thrusting, she cups his face with one hand and uses the other to
move her breast near his mouth. It feels like an eternity before he realizes
what she wants him to do, but once he does, and his lips sucking on the
sensitive part of her breast, she can’t help but moan his name and place his
remaining hand on her breast.
 
“Do you like that?” her breathing gets faster as she moans it out, quickening
her pace and thinking of how perfect this scene almost looks. Gioia could
barely control herself as she thought of all of the possibilities of what
they’d do tonight. She was curious about how the janitor wanted to be
humiliated by.. toys, verbal words, roleplaying, spanking..? The choices were
really endless, and all of there just turned her on much more.
 
He let out a low hum as his lips wrapped around one of the consort’s nipples,
tongue toying the dark bud until he could feel it hardening, one hand slipping
beneath her shirt, toying with the hem before pulling it up to expose her
chest. She was so petite, fine bone structure and a body like a model,
practically… it was almost surreal to see her like this, let alone with him.
 
He can’t help thinking of what she’s going to do to him… call him names, smack
him, turn him on his stomach and go to town on his ass until he can hardly
think straight, dig teeth into his neck until he bleeds…? The ideas only cause
him to inhale again, far too excited to get his thoughts out of the way. He
drops his hand from her breast, lowering it until it can slip past the
waistband of her skirt and brush against the soft skin of her abdomen.
 
“You’re so soft, baby… mm… tell me, sweetcheeks, what are we gonna do? I’m sure
you’ve got ideas in that pretty little head of yours that would make a man like
our beloved Godfather cringe.” Akivya smiled, pulling his hands away and
letting them drop uselessly at his sides. “You have no idea how much I’ve n-
needed this, Gioia… nnhn… I’m always so desperate, so unbelievably horny. You
can’t even imagine how difficult it is to- to… fuck-” he barely managed to hiss
out a curse as her hands began to slide the underwear off of his thighs and
down past his knees.
 
Almost immediately, he was arching forward and bucking his hips up against
hers, fingers curling in the sheets of what had been a perfectly made bed as he
hissed, “Toys are in the chest under the bed. Anything you can possibly
imagine, cutie pie. P-please… nn, I want to be filled, want to fill you-”
 
“What a gentleman..” she rolls her eyes, letting her hand drop and caress his
abdomen. She smiled at him, gentle and lascivious, laying down on her side
before lunging off the bed. It takes a moment before she finds a rather large
chest- she almost giggles like a child when she does find it-and almost pouts
with annoyance with how much toys and lubrication she manages to find in it.
“Carmine made me throw away all mine,” she wraps her finger around one of them.
“He said only bad girls had them, he’s so mean.. he wouldn’t even let me touch
him with a vibrator..”
 
“What to use, what to use..” she taps her lips with her finger, humming lightly
to herself as she took several long moments to pick the first one she wanted to
use. Once she did, she gave another smile at him, licking her lips to let him
know how happy she was with her choice. Moving back up onto the bed, she
strokes the man’s leg. Gioia kisses the inner part of his thigh, ignoring his
cock in favour of teasing him. She fingers several small scratches on his knee,
moving her lips up and down thigh and leg.
 
“Aki, turn over..” she finally manages out, pressing a quick kiss on his chest
before moving back from him. It felt wrong to continue teasing him- he clearly
wanted her to just fuck him.. but, she was so sexually frustrated and.. and
just wanted to show how bored and annoyed she was.. surely teasing someone who
wanted to fuck and play just as much as she wanted to was okay? If not, she was
fully prepared to go down on him.
 
She played with the strap-on her hand, clearly getting annoyed with how long he
was making her wait before she could really get ready to fuck him.
 
He wasn’t sure whether he should keep teasing her for the simple fact that the
consort was teasing him, or if he should just turn over for her. He settled for
simply pushing one leg to the side, spreading them ever so slightly as he
looked up at her with a sultry smile. “Are we getting frustrated, honeybun?” He
asked, somewhat tauntingly, as he brushes his leg against her slightly spread
thighs, waiting for her to say something…
 
Eventually, Akivya just rolled his eyes, unamused by the look Gioia was giving
him as he turned over onto his stomach every so slowly, spreading his legs as
far as he thought he could, one hand tangling fingers into the sheets as he
felt her move closer to him.
 
But God, she was so fucking warm, pressed up against his back so closely he
felt almost insanely turned on already… he almost wanted to turn his head, grab
her and force her to stare at him, prefers to be looked at during sex more than
anything… but instead he just hums thoughtfully, licking his lips. “Gioia~” the
janitor hummed. “Ah- I’m… I’m so hard… p-please, just need you to take me, fuck
me and make me into a goddamn mess… I’m so filthy- Gioia, please…”
 
“Fuck, you’re almost worse than me..” she lays her head on his shoulder for a
moment, kissing and biting at his skin while she attempts to position herself
inside of him. “And here I thought I was the easiest person here to get out of
their panties… clearly I should’ve thought of men wearing women's panties..”
 
She grabbed his ass, finally managing to insert a small bit into him- she can’t
imagine how comfortable he must be really, or if he is at all. She’d wanted to
fuck with him, but she almost regretted it now. He was being so nice, so
considerate.. a little bit whorish and easy, but still, he had a nice ass and
he seemed willing to let her do all her dirty little fetishes to him.. perhaps
she’d give him some special leway.
 
“You’re too tight,” she almost laughs again. Looking back into the chest, she
quickly polishes herself off. Really, Gioia wondered how often the younger
mafiaman does this thing.. fucking other members. Often, maybe.. Vita and Keon,
maybe? Vita certainly was a filthy whore..she hit on her, and Carmine, and
well, everyone.. twenty four seven.. Keon was a just a horny little bastard
that tried to overcompensate. It annoyed her greatly, but.. well, she had some
options to fuck if Akivya wasn’t here and Carmine was still being an asshole.
 
She pressed her lips against his ears again, tenderly letting herself melt into
his back as she pressed herself into his asshole. “Tell me.. tell me when you
want me to stop..”
He wondered briefly if he should even respond- the only things that he was able
to push past his lips were soft moans, pleasured whimpers that he couldn’t
prevent, not even when he sunk teeth into his lower lip as an attempt to keep
quiet… to be fair, he hadn’t been expecting her to fucking peg him, but it was
so good- to be stretched open and pushed into and bared for anyone to see…
 
He wonders if that’s a weird thought; if wanting to be so utterly
exhibitionistic was uncommon; still, he can’t even count the number of places
he’d enjoy fucking at- a park, a phone booth, a theater… there were so many
good ideas.
 
Akivya can’t help from tensing up as he feels her press in just a little
further- gritting teeth, he barely manages to hiss out, “G-Gioia- I-I need…
agh… f-fuck… p-please.” That’s all he can force out, biting back another moan
that comes out as more of an unsteady groan before she’s pulling back and he
fucking shrieks as the strap-on is forced into him, his body arching forward in
an attempt to move himself, only leading to a further ache in his body that
makes him want to cry out in pain…
 
The consort’s leveled herself above him, so entirely hot that he’s surprised
she’s actually here with him, fucking him and driving him so goddamn insane
that he doesn’t even want to speak. Still, it’s not enough to keep him from
stammering out “Y-yeah, like that- fuck! Gioia… I-I… so thick, sweetheart, oh
God, I need- nn, want to… I need it harder, mistress, I can’t t-take- yes, yes…
fuck me, fuck me until I forget how to say anything but your name, please,
Gioia, please-!”
 
Gioia can barely stop herself from biting down onto his neck, sinking her teeth
in until she can taste copper and the janitor is groaning for her to keep
going, “fuck yes”. Maybe a bit too personal, but it’s perfectly okay for right
then and she can’t help but wonder if the janitor is enjoying it more than her.
She wonders if the Godfather would be into this, but.. she doesn’t think he
would be.
 
She slides her fingers down her torso, in between her legs and moaned Akivya’s
name in between sighs of pleasure as she tried to keep her steady pace, but
found it almost impossible to do. Akivya’s body pushed against hers, unsteady
and too quick for her to manage. “Aki-Aki-” she tries to scold him, but only
manages to get his name out and is forced to swallow everything down because of
one good thrust from the janitor.
 
The consort reached around his waist, gripping onto his cock and began stroking
him off. The thought of someone coming in, seeing them both barely dressed and
her pegging him… it made her feel so fucking hot; she wanted the Godfather to
burst open the door, to see them fucking each other, to get jealous or
angry.Something.
 
“Nnh- G-Gioia…” the janitor managed to spit out from between heavy breaths,
long gutteral moans that burst from his throat like music… she was so good,
thrusting herself into him, so close to where he needed it and yet so far off
as he shifted and tried to arch back against her body. He fumbled to grab hold
of her, fingers eventually teasing the bare skin of the consort’s thigh as he
thrusted backwards, angling his legs even further open.
 
Since when had he been so into this? Well, to be fair, Akivya didn’t know if
there was anything he wasn’t into, biting down on his lip as she took hold of
his length again, thumbing the head that was smeared with precum and only
succeeding to make him even harder. He didn’t know what he wanted more- to push
inside her, make her feel every thrust and every inch of him- or to stay like
this, with Gioia inside him, so hard and willing to-
 
“Fuck, m-mistress!” the exclamation slipped free when she thudded straight into
the man’s g-spot, his entire vision going blankly white for a second as he
moaned and tried to push himself back against her, all but squirming in the
current position… “Please, mistress, I-I’ve been so dirty… I can’t… can’t
handle myself, need you to p-put me in my place, Gioia, ugh- I… mmph, I’m such
a s-slut…”
 
He’s barely concerned by the pitch his voice has risen to, instead opting to
shift and writhe against the mattress, sweat sliding in rivulets from his
forehead as he bucked and gasped and stammered out stupid words that he wasn’t
even sure made sense- it… it wasn’t enough. He needed to be destroyed, needed
to be humiliated, needed to beg and scream and plead like the disgusting little
whore he was- Gioia didn’t see it, of course… she was so blind-
 
He lets out a sharp yell when the dildo thuds into his prostate again, tensing
up as his walls tightened around her, practically preventing much movement at
all. Akivya doesn’t bother acknowledging the whimpers or the short “aah-” that
escape his throat at the position, taking it so fucking deep he was almost
pleased with himself… he felt her hand fist in his hair, tugging it up until
his neck was only further exposed, until he could let his mouth fall open as he
hissed out, “M-mistress… you’re being so- nngh, so good to me… I’m so… filthy,
I don’t d-deserve to be treated well… you’re so gorgeous, so… s-strong,
mistress, I… aah, I’m j-just a slutty little bitch that doesn’t deserve to t-
touch you…”
 
Gioia was barely able to pull herself out of him, slowly and trying to
apologize with light kisses, nipping at his neck and sucking on whatever scrap
of skin he has that isn’t bruised with bitemarks. “Ahh-,” she’s having a hard
time controlling herself before she finally manages to make out what she’s
trying to say- “F-fuck, Aki.. I-if someone told me about how much of a whore
you were before, h-how easy it would be to get you moaning like a filthy slut…
I definitely would’ve gotten you earlier..”
 
She pushes him flat against the bed, letting the strapon fall against the
ground as she managed to take it off. Her thoughts went back over to Carmine-
fuck, fuck, fuck. She had to stop thinking about him- she had to force herself
to think of Akivya, even if all she can think about and crave is for Akivya to
magically turn into Carmine and him just… fuck her, touch her until she was
moaning his name and begging just like he is. But no.. Gioia, ever the pleaser,
this was her job… maybe next time she can force Akivya to fuck her like this..
maybe, she hoped.
 
She leans back until she can feel his cock throbbing against her thigh, light
and gentle thrusts from the janitor, her hair is resting on his chest. She lets
him kiss her, and moans his name in his mouth and smiles as her hands pull at
his hair. After several moments that end with her panting, she positions
herself over the man, throwing a leg over his head.
 
He knows exactly what she wants, her thighs on either side of his head, enough
that he can nuzzle his face against her thigh, press lips against the skin at
the juncture of hip and leg, so close to where she must need it… Akivya looks
up at her, a somewhat cocky smile passing his lips as he whispered, “Mistress,
you’re so wet,” with just the barest hint of inflection as his fingers creep up
the back of her leg, just barely teasing the skin. “But who’s wetter, Gioia?
You or me?” As if to emphasize what he’s getting it, his flicks his tongue
against the smooth skin, barely teasing it with his teeth.
 
“Nn, Gioia, you make me so hard, cuddlemuffin… you make me want to moan and
gasp and squirm… I… I don’t think I can take anymore… need to taste you, baby,
want you to fucking squirt on my face-”
 
Before the thought had even passed the janitor’s lips, the consort was pressing
herself against his lips, so fucking warm that he was almost surprised, barely
leaning up to push his tongue against her opening, looking up at her through
half lidded eyes. He grips the back of her leg with one hand, before he’s
arching forward and forcing his tongue into her, drawing a slick line against
her clit before dipping it into her tight heat, almost shaking at the feeling
of stickiness around his lips.
 
“Mmm…” he hums against her, pressing his face in further as he makes a tiny
groan of amusement, and words that are something akin to “need more, baby,
can’t- not enough” as he presses his tongue further into her core, flicking it
around the inside of her walls and teasing the sensitive areas that she’s so
carefully hidden from everyone.
 
He wonders how jealous Carmine would be if he knew how she was touching him… of
how he was touching her. But then again, the ones with the power rarely get
everything they want… it was so much better to just give in.
 
Gioia moaned out his name once again, digging her fingers into his scalp and
practically trembling as the boy traced and flicked his tongue around inside of
her. “A-Aki,” she couldn’t even force herself to say the rest of the sentence.
Akivya, I’m close, please… faster- yes.It’s been way too long since the last
time that she felt so hot and close. It’s been too long, way too long. Too
fucking desperate for just.. one fucking good blow or fuck.
 
Maybe she’s been out of her game for awhile, or maybe it’s because Akivya is
probably one of the best fucks next to Carmine, but she couldn’t help but try
to keep extending more and more of her arm and torso until she’s half bent and
sucking on his cock and he’s shivers underneath her. To her, it’s probably one
of the hottest things she’s done in awhile.. One of the best, and she’s feeling
the ever familiar cold shock going through her back just before she’s emptying
herself inside of the man’s mouth.
 
Still, she continued sucking and twirling her tongue around his cock- moaning
and thrusting her hips slightly so that the janitor’s hand is gripping her
lower abdomen, fingernails digging into her skin in an attempt to hold her
steady.
 
He couldn’t keep from bucking his hips upward into her mouth, a hand steady
around the consort’s waist as he tries and keep her upright, although the task
seemed to only grow more useless with the way her mouth surrounded him,
slipping down until his shaft was almost engulfed, entirely too excited by the
thought. His nails dug into her side, low moans escaping his mouth as he tried
not to let himself get too fucking eager, because when was the last time
someone had sucked his dick?
 
“F-fu- Gioia… I-I can’t… fuck… s-stop-” he attempts to say, a sudden red blush
covering his cheeks (along with the sticky cum staining his cheeks and lips) as
he arches forward, thrusts into the woman’s open mouth and releases, white
spilling over from his cock- emptied but at the same time not at all.
 
It only seems to surprise her when she pulls away and he’s half hard again, the
janitor almost impossibly embarrassed because yeah, that’s not something a lot
of people know and fuck, I… yeah. Still, when she’s turning to face him and
matching her dark eyes with his hazel ones, he can’t help gasping in again,
thighs quivering as he pushes his hips up again, pulling her closer.
 
Gioia couldn’t control her breathing as she slides down his chest until she’s
again cradling his cock. She attempted to switch positions with him, too tired
to continue leading, but only sighs in annoyance once she realized that the
janitor absolutely wasn’t going to give her an inch. Gentle thrusts continue to
pound against her thighs, attempting to arch into her again as she settled
herself. The look on his face was almost too perfect not to smile at, seeing
him be so embarrassed honestly just turned her on way more than she’d expected
it to.
 
“I can see why you’re rated so highly by Keon..” she laughs again, kissing his
lips before throwing her head back and letting him grope her breasts. Her
thoughts left the room for what seemed to be the thirtieth time just in the
last few minutes.. Everything seemed different when she was fucking him- it
wasn’t like when she fucked a customer, or when she was with Carmine.. it
lacked the forced moans.. it lacked the romantic kisses and sweet promises..
but it felt perfect nonetheless.
 
The sound of the headboard hitting the walls forced her out of her thoughts,
reminding her of the rather desperate moans and curses spluttering out of
Akivya’s lips. It was cute.. how attached she’d grown to the man within.. what,
an hour or two? It was stupid though.. if he was a customer and she’d be as
attached to him then, she’d end up having to kill herself due to the shame. The
only person she promised herself to grow attach to was Carmine.. and even then,
she was breaking so many rules..
 
Rules always saved her, kept her safe from being killed by some obsessed cock.
But she was always so fucking careless when it came to not being a consort
anymore. If she had any dignity as of right now, she’d be ashamed of herself.
She didn’t want to be though, not at fucking all. Maybe there was just this
little bit of her that just said ‘fuck it. everyone else can do whatever the
fuck they want to do. so can I” while the other part of her screamed at her to
be better at keeping her god damn legs crossed and be more authoritative- more
proper.
 
“Aki- fuck,” she moaned his name, noting that the man had quickened the pace
faster than she could keep up with. “Fu-fuck, slow down..”
 
“Nn- G-Gioia, honey bun, I'm sorry- fuck. Fuck!” he cursed, feeling his legs
begin to give out, trembling to a degree where he was surprised he could even
keep them partway up. His hands smoothed along the consort's thighs, still too
shaky for their own good as he threw his head back with a long, gratuitous
moan, before he was unloading again, spilling over as he attempted to pull
away- only to tense up and release even more.
 
“Sweetie- I'm s-s- ahh. Fuck me… nngh… don't say anything. It's been awhile…
god, you're so soft, bunbun… mmph…” he barely managed to close his mouth as
Gioia slipped off of him to lay down on the ruined bedsheets beside him, his
hand reaching up to brush long hair behind one ear as he gazed into her eyes
with a somewhat mischievous grin. “You're so pretty, Gioia… I can see why
Carmine is so taken with you.”
 
He moves closer to her, until he can push his face into the crook of her neck
and breathe in. She smells warm, like sugar and cinnamon- perfume, maybe. He
raised his eyes to meet hers, letting a low hum pass his lips as he played with
the ends of her long hair. “And for the record, snookums, you are not telling
anyone about this… especially not about… this. Yes. Okay.” he paused. “Can I
kiss you, bunbun?”
 
She only nods as a response, too tired to do anything else. Pulling into his
chest, she laid her hand on his chest and leaned in until his breath mixed with
hers, tongues embracing as they searched each other’s mouths. Sweat and the
vile taste of cleaning products was the first thing she noticed once they
parted and laid silently next to each other. Gioia’s hands found his, sweaty
and slightly shaky, but even so, she managed to twirl her fingers around his.
 
Her body cuddled up to his body, letting one hand wrap around her shoulders and
draw her closer to his body. It felt nice, being so close to someone else’s
body.. different than what she was used to. Carmine never cuddled, he just went
to sleep as soon as he came and never bothered to clean up afterwards.. the men
never wanted to useless that was primarily what they had asked for- then they
pushed her away and left. So when the janitor was kissing the top of her hair,
and she was able to hear his breathing from her ear so close to his chest.. she
gave him a smile, one reserved for special occasions like this.
 
He was almost surprised at how cuddly she was- not that it wasn’t cute. It
totally was, although that was going off record. Though, as much as Akivya like
to think of himself as a ‘nail and bail’ sort of person, there was something
about lying here like this, kissing Gioia’s head and pulling her up against his
chest, something about feeling the warmth of her body pressed against him and
being able to hear her breathing, unsteady, exhausted, mingling with his.
 
“Soooo…” he started, trailing off, giving her a look and a somewhat soft smile
before sticking his tongue out at her. “You’re gonna help me wash these sheets,
aren’t you, cutie patootie?”
***** klismaphilia *****
Chapter Summary
     It's always the recluse who's into crazy kinky shit and doesn't talk
     about it.
Chapter Notes
     Consigliere x Framer
Nanashi couldn't help giving a small chuckle when he finally looked up to see
Anakin finally stripping out of his tight underwear and looking at him almost
too desperately for any of this to be considered real. Eyes twinkled with
desire almost impossibly high- shaking slightly as he slid down on the mat and
whispered out something he didn't understand. He was always so quiet and
unassuming- it was amusing finally being able to watch the man unravel in front
of him.
 
"Anakin," he turned away from him, taking a cigar out from a hard case and
lightning it. Taking a quick drag of it, he blew it out in front of the man.
Anakin flinch, though didn't back up or try to wave the smoke away from him. He
rolled his eyes.  Well, he's no fun.  "C'mere. Let me prep you before we
begin."
 
It was too surreal. And he couldn't say he'd imagined being in this position
after he'd felt that hand on his thigh in the conference room, far too... close
for his liking. Anakin kept to himself for a reason- because attachments were
weakness and relationships were even more messy, things that grew darker and
more gruesome the longer the road was traveled.
 
Yet as much as his head was spinning, telling him how wrong it was to be
getting involved in something like this... he'd brought it upon himself,
really, barely noting to the other after an impossibly monotonous meeting that
he'd been thinking... desiring something not to even be spoken of around...
these people. Fools, perverted liars who... didn't really understand. How could
they? There was a certain... charm, of how things were glossed over in his
life. Even if he was twenty-nine years old, he'd never really wanted anything
of depth.
 
So the framer doesn't know why he does it, stares at Nanashi with a raised
eyebrow, a shiver running down his spine at the glare of the other's eyes. Even
when the smoke drew so near to his face, when the consigliere gave him a
relaxed smirk, he didn't pull away. He moved closer, barely able to hiss out a
soft, "You've been waiting for this, haven't you? The two of us alone...
forgotten, almost... I can't say I've felt any differently." He paused, looking
down. "Is it wrong that I'm almost excited...?"
 
"Mmhm.." he hummed to himself, tapping his fingers against the top of Anakin's
head, the smirk remaining. The man didn't seem to appreciate the gesture,
pulling away from him a confused stare. It was cute. Almost endearing if he had
to be honest. Something that he'd never think that Anakin could ever be- wasn't
even close to being relative to the word 'cute'. The light eyed man was just
full of surprises.
 
"I suppose.." he scratched the area behind Anakin's ear like he would a cat,
forcing him to look back up at him. His eyes were as wide as ever, filled with
curiosity and a small flicker of lust that faded and came back. He wondered how
much fun he could have with the man tonight, or if he'd just be another dull
toy like all his other previous lovers.  
 
"You're so young, Anakin.. a child compared to me almost.. is this even legal?"
He moved down his neck and chest, flicking an erected nipple before pinching it
roughly. "Fucking you would be shameful.. like doing a child. I briefly
considered having you call me daddy, but that would feel inappropriate given
how you look stark naked. Oh, dear. What a predicament.."
 
“Mm," the younger man hummed, leaning back and away from Nanashi, staring up at
him with eyes that were too close to being amused. Sliding down on the mat
until he was on his back, stretching out, he flicked a look to the older,
before closing his eyes. Maybe this wasn't really worth his time... to think
that he'd been so naive to believe this might be different... arousing. And
here he was, being called a child- didn't his stature intimidate the
consigliere? The glare he so often held?
 
Flicking his pierced tongue across a thin lip, he briefly managed to breathe
out, "I'm no child, Nanashi. Rather the opposite." Smirking, as he turned his
head away, he gazed at the thin hose beside his legs, giving a slight chuckle.
"Are you going to fill me? Will you look at me like some twisted fantasy,
imagine I'm your pregnant wife- something like that? Clearly you're a lonely
man... not that I'm one to talk." He shifted, arching his back forward as he
did so. Then, swallowing, he added softly, "You don't tell anybody about
this... it never happened... correct?"
 
He fauxed a frown, taking another long drag of the cigar. "Don't be like that,
sweetheart. I wanted to put it up on my blog."
 
A sharp glare is his only response before he rolled his eyes. The boy didn't
seem to have any sense of humour. Shame. "Lighten up, it's no fun to have a
partner that is all droll. Promise you'd have some more pleasure if ya did."
 
Kneeling beside him, he moved his hand forward to finger his flaccid cock.
Anakin eyed him suspiciously, licking his lips before arching his hips forward
in a soft moan. At least he was decently sized, making up for his rather
diminished height, though absolutely no girth. He wouldn't be focusing on his
cock size at least- their meeting would be entirely on filling the younger man.
 
"Tell me when you're ready," he finally said, taking a final inhale of the
cigar before placing it in Anakin's mouth and brushing back stray pieces of
hair from his face. "I don't like hearing moans so try to keep those to a
minimum," he chuckled, not bothering to spare a glance at the boy's face. He'd
be seeing his sexier reaction enough in just moments
 
Lighten up...  Anakin thought to himself, unamused. He sent a light glare in
the older man's direction, barely shifting his body so the consigliere had a
full view of... well, whatever the fuck he wanted to see. As much as he wished
there was a way to do this without removing all his clothes, he supposed he'd
have to settle for the time being. Although that didn't help the situation
any...
 
It wasn't often that he did things... like this with people he knew. Fuck, the
anonymity was the part that mattered most- how had he gotten so careless as to
be blatant with his kinks? Scowling, he turned his attention to the man's
hands, fiddling with the end of the long tube, an eyebrow quirked appraisingly.
He almost seemed... too happy. One of the things that the framer disliked the
most- happiness wasn't his thing. If he was going to fuck someone, better for
them to be controlled, unexpressive.
 
Biting down on the cigar in his mouth with a muffled groan, still staring at
the other, barely blinking at the considering look he earned, he gave a sigh,
too flustered to say anything else. Spreading his legs apart as much as he was
willing, Anakin tilted his head back, shifting his hips to that his backside
was bared to the older man. As humiliating as it was, there was something
delicious about the motion... about knowing what was coming and being suspended
in disbelief, anticipation... yes. It was... kinky. Despite how frustrating his
partner was being... still, Anakin supposed talking could be sexy, later on.
 
Popping his thumb in his mouth, he coated in with a layer of saliva before
forcing his thumb to tease the other's exposed entrance without a word. The
look on Anakin's face- surprised and embarrassed- only made him chuckle again,
leaning down to give him a quick teasing peck on his cheek, stretching his
thumb around in his asshole. "Relax, kiddo. Just gotta stretch you out some.
You've done this before, you shoulda expected this.. said I needed to prep ya
too. Would you have prefered I put my cock in ya- might've loosened you up some
more than my thumb could.."
 
The dark glare he receives makes him roll his eyes again, doing another when he
hears him moaning and the slightest arching of hips for better access.  Boy
needs a dick in him, not a hose , he can't help but think, chuckling at the
sudden pale expression of the boy. His cheeks were pale, but as red as they
could be. How he managed to be so cute in spite of his typical appearance was
beyond him.
 
Pulling his thumb from the enclosing walls, he took the thinning cigar from
Anakin's mouth and inhaled. He could only imagine how nice it would be to see
the man unravel in front of him- who knows? Maybe he'd actually call him daddy.
 
"Try not to moan too loud for me, Anakin," Nanashi flicked his tongue at him,
blowing even more cigar smoke at him before returning the dark coloured cigar
in his mouth. He'd need something to force him to stay quiet. Nanashi took the
small, plastic hose between his fingers and turn on the machine.
 
He could already feel the way his face was heating, almost certain of the
redness that must be spreading across his cheeks when he felt the aluminum
nozzle slide between his thighs, pushing inside of his exposed asshole just
enough to cause him to tense. Biting down on the cigar to conceal another moan,
Anakin shifted impatiently, only to tense up with a groan when he felt the
first bit of lukewarm water sliding into his body, spreading his legs even
more, as if he wasn't sure he could take it. Even he didn't know why- Nanashi
was right, he'd done this before, almost too much, and- fuck.
 
He couldn't keep himself from moaning, not when the pressure started to build
up inside his body like some sort of inhumane heat, filling him from the inside
out. Moving too much caused the cramps to get worse- but like this, with just
the right amount of pressure... fuck, it was glorious. Almost enough that if
his mouth were free, Anakin was sure he would be letting out sounds too erotic
for his own ears, words that shouldn't be coming from his mouth. His hips
pushed up, just ever so slightly, keening with his neck exposed as if
practically begging for more. Fuck, he'd never say the words- not out loud- but
he thinks the older man knows.
 
"Mmph- nngh..." he barely moans out from around the cigar, the swelling in his
abdomen growing to a shocking cramp, one that made the framer damn near want to
curl in on himself, pull away, but it was already too much and he could feel
the way his flat stomach had expanded just slightly, could feel the water
rolling about inside of him, the hose only churning more in. And it was  so
goddamn embarrassing , but sexy in a way that nothing else came close to. And
he didn't want to make himself look any more like a slut, but the feeling of
the liquid inside his body, extending and pressing into all the corners of
whatever actually mattered...  god , it was perfect.
 
Nanashi eyed the wiggling boy carefully,  moving to put his upper torso onto
his thighs. Running a hand through his golden hair to comfort him, he began
rubbing his temples gently. Anakin groaned against him, curling his toes wildly
as he gripped the mat below him. He couldn't help chuckling at the sight once
again, retrieving the all but forgotten cigar in his mouth and tossing it away
after a long drag. It felt too good.
 
"We can take a break if ya need it," he moved his palms down, rubbing his
ballooning stomach gently. As hot as it was watching Anakin writhing around in
pain and pleasure, he knew he had to be gentle with the boy or otherwise he'd
have to stop. Another shame. He prefered it when he could cause some pain, it
always made him hard. Nanashi didn't think Anakin agreed with him.
 
"That's good for the first round, nonetheless," he said after Anakin didn't
respond to him, unfazed at his sudden quietness. "That was barely a pint too,
sweetheart, and you could barely take that. That's pathetic- cute but
pathetic."
 
"F-f... ah... fuck you," Anakin barely managed to choke out, looking up to the
older man with a glare that would've killed if he hadn't been in this position.
His thighs were trembling, legs sliding apart further as he felt Nanashi's
hands combing through his red-gold hair, still shaking from the previous few
minutes. Every inch of his body felt weak, somehow, and yet... it wasn't nearly
enough, wasn't enough to cause that feeling that he almost craved... but it was
a hell of a lot more than a pint. "I-I know how much... nn... h-how much..." he
practically choked on his words, throwing his head back again at the feeling of
the water sloshing inside him, practically unable to keep himself still. The
cramps in his hips kept growing, to a point where it was almost impossible to
bear.
 
Sliding forward, he pushed his lips against the consigliere's, tightly and
harsh, not leaving the other man room to breathe as he forced his tongue into
his mouth, groaning at the taste of tobacco and mint. "I fucking... please,
god, please- agh, I... I'm s-so... such a... fuck..." normally, the younger man
would've cursed himself for sounding so... feeble, pathetic, useless... but all
he really cared about was making it worse, continuing to escalate the feeling,
and if Nanashi couldn't give him what he wanted, then he was fucking useless.
Groaning, the man bucked his hips forward, just as he felt the other fiddling
with the pump again, only allowing a sudden moan to leave the framer's barely
parted lips again.  "Nanashi."  he groaned, back spasming with a shudder.
 
"That's a good boy," Nanashi swallowed the taste of salt and vinegar that
filled his mouth due to Anakin, turning the machine back on as he arched his
hips to undo his pants buckle. He really wasn't a fan of moaning or talking
when he wasn't completely hard yet, needed to set the mood so that he was.
"Suck me off, kid, put your mouth to good use.. let's see what fills you up
first."
 
Forcing himself in the ginger's mouth, he let out a long moan when he finally
felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of Anakin's throat and vibrations
erupting from his throat, gagging. Nanashi frowned, scratching his head again.
"Sh, Anakin.. take my cock, don't fight it. You look like the type that sucked
a lot of cocks in high school to avoid getting beat up- just think of those
days, huh?"
 
Anakin moaned, head slipping back until he could tease his tongue along the
base of the other's shaft, take him further in. The moans he made as he
continued to cramp up only seemed to vibrate through Nanashi's cock, causing
him to let out a small noise of amusement as the older man’s hand fisted in his
hair, tugging his head back. A part of Anakin wanted to laugh, sneer at him for
the comment and show him how wrong he was, but lying on his back with a tube up
his ass... wasn't exactly the best position for mocking others.
 
Letting his hands move up to smooth over the other's thighs, across darker skin
than his and tiny scars he was sure had a story behind them, the framer moaned,
dipping his head forward to take him even deeper, tears building in his eyes.
He wasn't sure how swollen he was at this point, almost didn't want to know,
but... fuck. Fuck, a part of him almost wanted the other man to keep talking,
poke fun at and degrade him…
 
"Such a good boy," he pet his hair, moaning at each flick of his tongue curving
around his cock. Nanashi wasn't sure how exactly the younger boy was able to
take back his cock and the hose, gradually filling his stomach so now that he
had quite a bit of a muffin top.. it was hot as fuck, but so confusing at the
same time. He almost didn't want to question it- if he did, he worried his sexy
fantasy would be completely over. All he could do was close his eyes and take
it all in. Not too hard- seeing as one of Anakin's other good qualities was the
fact that his deepthroating abilities were top notch. "You should see yourself,
Anakin.. the sight of you sucking on my cock, getting filled, stomach enlarging
by the second.. Could only imagine how Jaina, our lovely blackmailer, would
react if she ever saw something like this.. Mmhm, turns me on honestly."
 
He slid a hand down to rub against his stomach, chuckling at how large and
swollen he had already managed to get so quickly. He looked farther along than
Gioia did- which was saying something. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to his
naval. "Mmph, Anakin.. you're so big already- don't even think I got halfway to
a liter yet. Be a good boy and let your daddy come in ya mouth, kay?"
 
The thought of anyone seeing this- seeing how much he was getting off to it,
the feeling of being filled so thoroughly, water continually being pumped
inside of him, so distended as he sucked on the consigliere's cock, pulling it
deep into his mouth and moaning- made a shiver run through Anakin's body, the
young man shutting his eyes briefly. It was already so... so humiliating, but
so much, and  why don't I want to stop, why can't I, why is it so good...  kept
running through his mind, practically on repeat. Letting his tongue curl around
the tip of Nanashi's cock, throat practically choking on how deep he was, the
framer was still barely prepared for it when cum shot into his mouth, down his
throat, forcing him to swallow and gag on a half-moan threatening to leave.
 
He wanted to curse- there were so many things he wanted to say, really- but if
Anakin had learned anything in the past few years of doing this is was that not
talking during sex was the better option. Still, he can't keep the words from
building in his voicebox, rolling over his tongue as they tried to spill from
his lips, a long moan blending with it as he finally let them slip free, trying
to remember what Akivya had said when they'd done this, how to talk so...
filthily, so submissively. "N-Nanashi, I... ah- do I... do I look pretty like
t-this? U-underneath you, all spread out and f-full, cum dripping down my
lips... s-such a cheap whore f-for you, but so... so goddamn g-good at it. D-do
you... c-can you imagine me looking like this? I-imagine if I were a woman...
pregnant. W-would you kiss my stomach like people do Gioia's? Fuck, I'd be- s-
so much prettier than her. B-better than everyone, even like this... fuck..."
 
"Mmhm.. you sound like Akivya, best not take lessons from him when it comes to
sex, sweetheart. Kid'll give ya an STD." Nanashi rolled his eyes, unamused. He
really wasn't interested in hearing some 'am I pretty?" type of sexy talk that
was rather popular with the feminine man, so coming from Anakin's mouth just
made it worse. Closing his eyes, he whispered, "Anakin.. are you a virgin in
the traditional sense?"
 
Feeling the sudden lack of water, his body still shaking, stomach extended so
far he hadn't thought it possible, Anakin shivered roughly, wishing he could
pull away without causing even more discomfort. For some reason... for some
reason it hurt more than usual. The cramps were running down his spine,
building in his hips, enough that he couldn't help crying out. And even worse
was... how the fuck was he supposed to answer that? He was twenty-nine... did
the older man expect him not to have lost his virginity yet? If he was in any
other position, at any other time, he would've scoffed, shoved him off without
a word, but it felt almost... insulting, yet entirely too surreal to deny.
Fuck, could he... what would happen if he said he was?
 
Squirming against the mat lying on the floor, he barely took note of what the
consigliere was doing until he was on top of him, hands sliding onto his as the
younger's figure shivered, pulling away and turning his head to the side with a
quiet moan. "F-fuck... m-maybe you should... teach me how to talk properly," he
finally gasped out, rolling his hips against Nanashi's without a second
thought, eyes clenched shut.  "V-virgin-" he gasped out, too hot to do any more
than mumble out half words, moans, pushing himself against the other man too
desperately for his liking. "D-daddy... fuck, I... w-want your fucking cock.
Hurts so goddamn bad, I s-swear I'd beat your ass, I-if I wasn't..."
 
"Mmhm," he pressed another kiss to his forehead, smirking in response. The boy
was so thin, he doubted that he could ever truly taken him in a fight.. he had
a good sixty pounds on him at least. If it came down to anything, Nanashi knew
for a fact that he could beat him with his bare hands. "The only thing you
could truly beat me at is in sucking cocks.. unfortunately, there is a chance
that I could beat you in that given some time."
 
"Still.. I'm very impressed with how quick you are with flipping between weak,
bitchy dirty talk and stronger, sexier kinds. Very hot, indeed.." he caressed
his  hair again, giving a breathless sigh as he ran a hand over his imposing
stomach. "It makes up for some of your less sexy.. appearances, I could say."
 
His fingers made their way to wrap around his cock, gently tugging on his cock.
Anakin moaned underneath him, hands clawing at the mattress once more. This
session was so hot- he was almost proud to have actually arranged it. Anakin
would be thanking him one day, he knew he would.
 
"Are you up for a round three, Anakin?" He asked, grabbing a washcloth to walk
off the water that had managed to escape from the tip of his cock. "Jerkin' you
off should help with the swelling, I think.."
 
Giving a light moan, Anakin attempted the best he could to push Nanashi away,
wrapping an arm around his bloated stomach in almost-shame. Fuck, the cramps
were so bad- so much worse than they’d been in a long time, thick and harsh
spasms that clawed their way through his back and abdomen like a bullet being
shot through skin.
 
He already felt so heavy, filled to the brim with liquids that only made him
want to collapse. Pushing himself so he was sitting up, at least somewhat, and
leaning back to support his weight on his hands, the framer met the older man’s
eyes with an unamused sigh. “I’m sure my skills in many things are far superior
to yours. Don’t get cocky just because you filled me with some water-”
 
Then a hand was resting on his stomach and sliding down to grasp hold of his
cock, Anakin biting down on his lip as he felt the other give a rough stroke,
fingers greedily tugging at his shaft until he could see more water building at
the tip of it, halfway to spilling over completely. “I-I need…” he swallowed,
trying to cover up the desperation in his voice with monotony as he gasped out,
“Need you to fucking jerk me. God, I’m gonna… fuckin’ spill everywhere.”
 
Nanashi grabbed the hand towel again, covering it over Anakin's soaked cock
before he started stroking again. Even if it would be hot to have the framer's
lower torso covered in hot cum and water, that would only end up making a mess.
And Nanashi was very against there ever being a mess when it came to his
sessions. Cleanliness was a must, always.
 
"You're about at two liters," he noted, repositioning so that Anakin's head
wasn't pressing down on his still-erected cock anymore. He still felt so
fucking horny, wasn't sure why- had already come, he should be exhausted like
all his other usual sessions. "We're gonna take a break- you gotta be
cramping."
 
His hand briefly broke from stroking Anakin's soaked cock to switch off the
machine, ignoring the desperate moans that came from the ginger. The fact that
he sounded so desperate made him give a soft chuckle.. it was hot knowing he
was wanted so much by the younger man, if he had to be honest with himself. He
considered teasing him over for it - wanting someone like him. It almost
sounded like a joke. Something Vita and Jaina would play for shits and giggles.
But, in all brutal honesty, it felt nice being wanted so much by someone
really. He knew it wasn't because of physical attraction, purely sexual, but he
could pretend, couldn’t he?
 
Unable to keep himself from moaning, Anakin shifted just enough that he could
look up at the consigliere, uncertain of how red his face must be at this
point, legs shaking from the sheer pressure. He could feel it building in his
abdomen, an intense pool of water, so desperate to spill out and yet completely
unable to, reaching out for the older man again as if it could somehow help
him. Barely pushing his hips up, he could feel a slight bit of water leaking
from the tip of his cock, down the back of his legs from his ass, and it was
enough that he lost focus on all rational thought. It was so goddamn strange,
to be wanted like this, have a partner that he knew who was willing to…
participate in his kinks. Made him feel so filthy, but not in a bad way…
 
It was almost painful, the more he tried to move, stretching out his legs that
were held in place over the ground as he attempted to sit up. Whines threatened
to escape his mouth, tears pooling in his eyes like he was gonna cry from the
pressure of it all… god, he felt so weak. Used and exhausted, unable to keep
himself together… barely looking at Nanashi, Anakin arched forward at the
feeling of more water spilling out, barely able to force out a breathy sigh of
the other’s name. It was almost intense, too much to just handle calmly… fuck,
it hurt, but… the relief was so goddamn good that he just needed more, needed
to feel it all spilling out of him, just wanted...
 
Anakin looked so delightfully pained, moaning against his thighs, his name
playing on his lips in utter pleasure. Nanashi couldn't help leaning down,
dipping down to capture his lips into his and smirk at the shiver that
obviously runs up and down the boy's body. He wondered how into this he was- if
Anakin was enjoying himself just as much, or was just into it for the orgasm he
was attempting to have. Either way, he liked both of them a bit more than he
should have. At least he was able to come in Anakin's mouth- got a cigar out of
it too.

"Fuck.. I think I filled you up too much." He cursed himself, leaning down to
pluck out the hose and set it aside. He's filled people a thousand times..
never before has he filled someone so much that they were overflowing- that's
such a rookie mistake. He was fucking Nanashi Ruiz- he didn't make mistakes.

His fingers pulled over to curl over Anakin's entrance, teasing the small hose.
He had to find a way to empty him somehow- cumming usually worked  anyhow.
Sliding his finger in, releasing a hearty moan from the ginger haired man, he
continued to scratch his hair with his free hand. The man was so tight, even
when he was filled with so much water- walls enclosing around his finger, body
trying so hard to force out the intruder. It only made him laugh, slipping in a
second one with a kiss to the younger's thin lips.

 "You know.. if you don't wanna be finger fucked, sweetheart- you could come."
 
Letting a low pitched groan escape his lips, he shifted as he pushed his body
against the older man’s hand, eyes slipping shut as he bucked his hips,
spreading his legs for better access. God, it was so wrong- enjoying the way
fingers slid inside him, curling and pushing until a long whine escaped his
mouth...

 Before he could help himself he was bucking, twisting against the mat, eyes
flying open, wide as he stared up at Nanashi with flushed cheeks. Then it was
spilling everywhere- long, slick trails of water and cum, sliding down his
thighs as the pressure in his stomach subsided. Fuck, it was better than he
remembered- long and extensive with such a relief at the easing of cramps,
thighs trembling, head lolling to the side. He almost didn't want it to stop-
the fingers and the water sliding out of his body, leaving him a quivering
mess…
 
Nanashi gave a breathless sigh, letting his hand drop to drape around Anakin's
thin shoulders. He couldn't remember the last time he saw someone look as out
of it as the younger man did, breathing so harshly he thought he was going to
end up passing out from lack of oxygen. His fingers finally slipped out of the
other's tight hole, wiping water and his hot cum on his stomach before sliding
it into his mouth. Flicking his tongue around his damp finger, he chuckled. Boy
tasted nice at least- better than what he expected.

 "Anakin, you want one?" He nudged his shoulder lightly with his foot, getting
up to move over to grab his packet of cigarettes and take one out. Lighting it,
he played around with it in between his fingers, taking a deep breath. A
cigarette would feel amazing right about now.
 
Everything was spinning. God, it all felt so distant... like a fantasy, the way
his head was suddenly so light and he could hardly breathe... he barely even
noticed the other's words, so out of it as he stretched out, rolling onto one
side. There was a hand on his back, rough fingers passing over his light skin
until the framer gave another feathery moan.

 "Fuckin' hell," the younger man finally cursed, pulling himself to his feet
shakily, almost feeling as though he were about to collapse. It was so
unsteady, unfocused... but he still nodded, giving a rather muted glare to
Nanashi. "Yeah. Pass me one of those." He breathed out, almost hissing. "This
doesn't change anything, you know. No hugs or kisses or sappy bullshit. Yeah?"
 
"Fine with me, kid," Nanashi shrug his shoulders, leaning against the wall as
he let Anakin reach forward to take one from his mouth. Immediately, he felt
tired. All he really wanted to do is sleep now, which he compromised to do
after he got to finish a cigarette or two. No reason not to relax for a little
bit, rushing would only prove to make him even more tired. "Don't fall in love
with me, yeah?"
 
Sighing exasperatedly, Anakin rolled his eyes at the older man, quirking a brow
before sighing, loudly. It really wasn't worth getting upset about, regardless
of how asinine the question was. "Love is for morons," he finally said, turning
away as he took a long drag off the cigarette. "Fuckin exhausted. You got a bed
in this shithole?"
 
Nanashi chuckled once more, taking the cigarette from the other's mouth and
slide it back into his. Inhaling a final time before getting up, Nanashi began
picking up the hose, nozzle and the machine attached to it. No real use to
sticking around right now. "Yeah," he said, cigarette sticking out of his mouth
teasingly. "At your house."
 
"If you think I'm walking back to my place looking like this," the framer
gestured to his still bloated stomach, the water half leaking down his legs,
lips red and swollen, "you're mistaken." He gave an amused smirk, slapping the
other's arm lightly before grimacing once more. "You're such a dick. Could've
gone a little easier with me. Though I can't complain... not often I find
someone who's into the same... things as I am."
 
"That's your problem," he gave him a teasing sad look, rubbing his eyes in an
exaggerated manner. The look he received, unamused and hurt, only made him roll
his eyes. "Should've brought a coat to cover yourself up. Consider this a
lesson."

 And with that, he shut the bathroom door behind him and left the building in a
hurry. He looked forward to seeing him later on tonight in the meeting.
 
===============================================================================


She was already offended. And it was practically a new record, having only been
here for a decent ten minutes, kicking her legs up on Vita's lap underneath the
table, hand running through her messy black hair with a groan as Julian
continued to drone on. Couldn't he make it worth their while? Talk about
something interesting?

"Not that any of you actually brought something worthwhile to this meeting-"

 "Actually, sir," Jaina cut in, lips sliding into a smirk. "I found something
very intriguing today. Did you know that Anakin and the consig are
klismaphiles?" She smirked, winking to the flustered framer sitting at the
other end of the table. His face was monotonous as ever, aside from the red
blush creeping up his cheeks. "The two most reclusive members... I guess it's
not really a surprise."
 
***** tramp stamps *****
Chapter Summary
     It all began with the disguiser getting a wee bit horny and sending
     the framer a dick pic.
     //
     "hey."
Chapter Notes
     disguiser x framer
One of the first things that came to the framer’s mind when he thought of Keon
was ‘perfect'. It was true, really- sexy, caring, good at his job, interesting,
creative… but adjectives don't really describe a person the way you want them
to,he’d learned. No, Keon was… different. Nicer, somehow, and… fuck, Anakin
couldn't put a name on it. He couldn't even tell him about his thoughts without
looking like an utter moron.
 
Of course, the thoughts about Keon weren't pestering, not even after he'd seen
that goddamn video Jaina forced on everyone in the meeting the other day. And
fuck if I'm ever living that down,the man noted, shutting his eyes and rubbing
his temple as he flicked off the music blaring through his headphones. These
meetings, people… all of it was so fucking stupid. Well, aside from a few
things… like the way Nanashi kept sending him heated glances. An added effect
of the ‘friends with benefits’ relationship they'd struck up.
 
Yet for some reason, Anakin kept thinking about Keon. Fucking Keon,who hadn't
even judged him after his kink was made public. It was enough that he almost-
almost- smiled, nudging the other's shoulder briefly. “Bored?” he asked briefly
before adding, “Wanna get away for awhile? Meeting’s over in five.”
 
The other stared at him for a few moments, skeptically. Not that Anakin blamed
him- he’d never been the ‘friendly’ type, not really, preferring to keep
everything and anything to himself. Away from prying eyes and the mistakes of
society, he liked to think- relationships were too much trouble, barely worth
keeping up with, and least of all when they carried something of such magnitude
as… feelings.
 
No, feelings weren’t worth it. Attachment was just… abnormal.
 
He shakes his head at the confused disguiser, sucking in a breath as he pulls
up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing the semi-offensive tattoos staining his
arms, before giving a glance over to Nanashi. The consigliere shook his head,
turning away from him, while Keon continued to watch him curiously. Anakin
barely scoffed, not saying anything, before he was turning to the door and
walking away from the meeting without a look back.
Keon watched him leave, unsure of he should follow him or not. He briefly
wondered if he heard him correctly or not. He was talking to him, he knew
that.. but it just felt so out of the blue. They'd spoken maybe twice in the
entire four years that the blonde had been here.. maybe heard him speak about
four times- they weren't even on speak terms so it confused him why he'd even
want to hangout with him. Keon didn't even know if he hung out with anyone here
- minus Nanashi - or if he had friends actually. Never saw anyone coming out of
his room, or him talk to anyone.. as far as he knew, he was all alone.
 
After a moment, he followed behind the man quietly. Maybe he was kidding about
wanting to hang out with him after the meeting.. it didn't matter- maybe he
could persuade him to do so.
 
“Anakin.. wait,” he grabbed the man’s small shoulder.
 
The older of the two gave a startled sigh, barely able to contain the surprise
at the sudden and rather abrupt feeling of someone… touching him. It felt…
weird. Not unpleasant, particularly, but… strange. Obviously, it wasn’t
Nanashi- they were too light, too gentle for that, and if it had been the
consigliere, the two of them would’ve been halfway to a wrestling match by this
point.
 
It’s even more strange to turn around, a glare on his face, mouth twitching
into a not-so-nice smile, and be greeted with Keon standing there, staring down
at him slightly confused. For a few seconds, the framer’s mind blanks- unclear,
with not a single notion of what a ‘proper’ response would be to this. Crossing
arms across his chest, he looks over the younger with a frown and a raised
eyebrow, almost appraising.
 
“I’ve changed my mind.” He replied, bluntly, pulling away from Keon enough that
there wasn’t even a question of whether he’d come closer or not. “I don’t know
what I was thinking. See you around.” It’s blunt, to the point, and oddly…
hurtful. Even for him. Much to Anakin’s dismay, the sight of Keon’s face
dropping just slightly, stance changing completely from the openness of before
only adds to the growing pain in his gut. Frowning, the framer pulled out a
purple pen from the pocket of his tattered jeans, looking over to Keon before
walking toward him quickly. Giving a (forced) smile, Anakin pulled the
disguiser’s hand up until he could see how… smooth the pale skin looked,
quickly jotting a few numbers down on the top of it.
 
“You can call me.” Anakin states, a blank expression on his face. “If I feel
like it, I’ll answer.”
 
And then he turned on his heel and walked away.
 
Well.. that was certainty awkward.
 
Keon looked down at his hand ‘tattoo’, trying to make sense of what happened.
He was definitely a weird one, wasn't he? Not that it mattered much to him-
fuck, he was married to a satyriasiss crossdresser. He wasn't strangers to
being with or knowing those who are typically considered strange. Fuck- there
was always a chance he was cool, a bit of an asshole, but cool. He certainly
had the possible look of being cool, what with his tattoos and piercings. Keon
was typically a huge fan of that look- fuck, even considered getting a few more
piercings and a tattoo himself, but his job forced him into giving up those
dreams. Tattoos would reveal him if he was in disguise and so would piercing
holes- thankfully, the mafia had no idea about his nipple piercings nor his
Prince Albert one.
 
Licking his lips, he took out his phone and started to type in his number. He
briefly wondered how their relationship would turn out- sexual or strictly
platonic.. it could easily go either way. It'd be nice to have a friend in here
that wasn't only talking to him for sex. Something different for a change.
===============================================================================
 
 
It was later on in the evening when Keon finally remembered to text Anakin- not
that he forgot, more or less just held off on doing it until he felt
comfortable messaging him for anything. He barely knew anything about the older
man, so it was natural for him to feel quite a bit awkward about texting him.
 
When he finally got the nerve to say anything, he didn't even say anything,
deciding to be a bit risky about it. The thought of Anakin not wanting him for
sex sounded weird.. of course he wanted him. That's all they ever thought of
him as-  a sex toy.
 
Undoing his buckle, he slid his boxers down to underneath his cock and stroked
it gently until he was completely erected. Taking his phone off of the table,
he brought up Anakin’s contact and took a picture of his cock, making the
caption a cheeky hey.
===============================================================================
 
He didn’t know what time it was when he heard his phone vibrate, lost somewhere
in the darkness of the chaotic room. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do-
answer it, or roll back onto his side and try to sleep. Not that sleep was ever
an easy feat these days- pretty much every passing thought had something to do
with… rather unpleasant thoughts or risky fantasies. It was enough that he’d
actually spoken to someone- too much, really.
 
Which is what made the buzz of his phone so impossibly strange- only two people
had his number, Nanashi and… Keon. And fuckin’ hell if he’d been expecting Keon
to text him back- the disguiser clearly wouldn’t want anything to do with him.
He looked like fucking white trash, was more reclusive than J.D. Salinger and
more socially inept than… well, something that was really socially inept. It
didn’t make sense- not even when he thought about it.
 
And yet for some reason when he flipped open the phone and saw the text from an
unknown number, he thought he was going to cry. Like a goddamn girl before
prom. It felt wrong, somehow- to be putting so much effort into this and- was
that his fucking dick.
 
Keon sent me dick pics.That was the only thing he could even remotely think of,
and it was a far worse thought than it probably should’ve been. Anakin could
practically feel his cheeks flushing, utterly confused on what he was supposed
to do. Was this… normal? Did Keon do this often? What- why would he even do
that? They’d barely talked. It just wasn’t… or maybe it was something you did.
The framer had always been a bit out of the loop in terms of going ons in
society…
 
Barely able to look at his phone, he briefly managed to type out a short Was
that supposed to do something? I already know what you look like, didn’t need
to see your little-
 
Fuck.
 
He backspaced the message, trying again with a Keon? Are you trying to be
funny?
 
And then backspaced it again. What was even appropriate to say in a situation
like this? Something simple, respectful, acknowledging, right…?
 
…
 
Nice cock.
===============================================================================
 
Keon chuckled at his response, moving a hand down against to cup his erected
cock and stroke it until he can feel euphoria flowing down his head until he
can curl his toes and throw his head back. He had to be honest, Anakin had a
nice response. Almost too humorous for him to actually believe.. he briefly
wondered if the man had decided to just fuck with him now. Even then, he didn’t
really care- what could he really do? Blackmail him? Half of the mafia have
somehow managed to see his cock, whether by him or by a pair of lesbian
lovers..
 
Honestly, the thought of him trying to blackmail him was sorta hot- insulting a
bit, but hot enough that he was able to ignore that. He wasn’t even sure what
he would try and blackmail him into- sex, drugs, money? There were too many
options and since he didn’t really know that much about him, there could be a
chance that he didn’t even want anything yet- just liked the idea of having
something over him. That certainly would be interesting.
 
thanks. would look better in ur mouth.
 
Biting down on his lip, he considered sending another message- something else.
Maybe ‘lol just kidding whats up?’ or ‘so. tell me about yourself’. Something
casual and easy to break the ice, because clearly his cock pic might’ve made
the situation a bit awkward. Maybe he should’ve called him instead. Still, the
fact that he actually messaged him back. complimented him.. it only spelled
good things for their budding relationship.
 
can i get a pic? ;)
===============================================================================
 
He couldn’t tell if the other man was joking- if he was pranking him or trying
to make fun of… of whatever this situation was. It felt weird, completely and
totally uncomfortable, half sitting on his bed with his phone in his hand,
listening to Keon talk about… sex? That was what he was talking about, right?
He wanted… ‘pics’ too.
 
Should I even do that?Anakin thought, feeling a bit uneasy with the entire
situation. Maybe he’d done worse things, but not… not like this, over a little
bright screen in a dark room, with someone he barely knew that he may or may
not like in some way. Still, he tried to swallow down the feelings of
discomfort, pushing them aside as he waiting for another text… there was
nothing.
 
Hesitantly, he managed to reply, What kind of pic?
 
He wonders if that reads too nervously- if he just fucked up the entire
situation because he didn’t understand it and had no clue what Keon was looking
for. Fuck, maybe he just wanted to get to know the guy better… he was one of
the only tolerable mafia members at this point, and just… he didn’t fuck this
up, did he?
 
The framer swallows, nervously, before adding. …not really sure what you’re
doing right now. Should we call?
===============================================================================
 
He’d come to understand that Anakin was most likely terrified and for some odd
reason, it completely turned him on.
 
The inept, somewhat naive person he was talking to right now was completely
different than the usual moody, grumpy asshole- not that he minded, it was
honestly really cute. If he could see this person everyday, he really wouldn’t
mind it. It felt wrong for a moment- because there was a chance that he was
taking advantage of him, someone who was actually naive and innocent enough,
but he tried to ignore this feeling. There were lots of people just like this-
Akivya and Vita for example, neither of them were quick in figuring out sexual
things unless it was stated right out. Perhaps that’s why he liked him so much-
he reminded him so much of the two most important figures in his life.
 
sure. not good on call though- prefer texting tbh with u.
 
He clicked his tongue between his teeth, anxiously tapping on his phone before
sighing. He didn’t even know if he actually wanted to call him- he really
didn’t like calling people on his phone, never called Akivya honestly. If he
didn’t call his own lover, why would he ever want to call someone he barely
knew?
 
===============================================================================
 
He didn’t know what he was supposed to think. Not calling- yeah, that was fine.
He barely talked anyway, and it wasn’t like he wanted to talk to Keon or
anything, hear his voice or… think too much about it. Fuck, all the thoughts
were jumbled up now, like fragments of a story that he can’t piece together.
It’s almost infuriating. Infuriating enough that he barely blinks when he texts
out, Mind giving me a hint on what your fucking intentions are? Other than sex,
which is obvious.
 
He regrets it the second he hits send. It was too harsh, really- too harsh for
someone who clearly just wanted to joke around and talk about… whatever the
fuck this was with him, and yet almost not enough to even convey what the man
was feeling at the given moment. Sucking in a deep breath, Anakin fumbled for
his glasses on the bedside table, barely managing to push them up onto his
face. Contacts at night were so much of a hassle it really wasn’t worth it.
 
Sorry, he adds a second later. I’m just not very social. Like this, or
whatever.
 
He trails off, bites his lip, contemplating adding more…
 
It’s just completely strange to me. Never talked like this on text before. Or…
with anyone but Nashi. You know?
===============================================================================
 
meh, dont worry about it, man. not too big of a deal, idc at least. lol i just
wanted, ya know, talk? thought a pic would loosen you up some. seems to have
failed. sorry if i made you uncomfortable, yeh.
 
Keon sighed, tossing his phone over the bed and rolled over to his side. As
much as he wanted to continue talking, he felt tired now. He briefly wondered
if Akivya was up and willing to suck him off because fucking himself earlier
didn’t seem to do him any good. And then remembered that he was still off
taking care of the heavily pregnant consort- which only made him frowned. Why
exactly he decided to take care of her all day in night was beyond him - even
if he found it oddly sweet - he was upset that he couldn’t even fuck his
husband when he was so fucking horny right now.
 
He sighed, rubbing his eyes with a yawn. Keon doubted that he would even be
able to fuck Akivya at this rate.. he was too tired to really do anything but
turn over and sleep. His phone rang twice- vibrating against his soft duvet.
Sighing once more, he lazily stared down at his phone, briefly wondering if it
would really do any harm if he just read it in the morning instead of doing so
right now. Keon doubted that it was really anything important..
 
===============================================================================
 
Anakin almost wanted to laugh. The fact that he was sitting here right now,
doing this, something that by all standards was completely out of the realm of
his normal behavior, was completely unbelievable. He wouldn’t believe it if he
wasn’t still staring at the last message on his messenger, something that
seemed oddly like… an apology? Did Keon really feel like he had to apologize
for something that he probably had less to do with than Anakin himself? Fuck,
it was his fault he couldn’t take a goddamn joke or casual flirt as anything
but serious.
 
No, you’re fine. Shitty move on my part. Shouldn’t have gotten so upset.
 
He raised an eyebrow, glancing over to the clock mounted on the wall, barely
visible in the dim lighting of the moon through the curtains of his tiny
window. Sighing, he leaned back on his bed, kicking feet up and staring down at
his phone for a few brief seconds before something clicked. Something that was…
quite possibly the most foolish thing he’d ever done in his life, but quite
possibly… worth it? The framer really wasn’t sure what qualified as being
‘worth it’ at this point…
 
Maybe Keon would enjoy it. There wasn’t any real harm in trying.
 
You want me to suck you? What else would you do with me?
===============================================================================
 
Keon chuckled in amusement, running a hand through his thick, blonde hair. He
seemed to have ruined the boy now- made him go from shy and naive, to a bit
horny and bold in just seconds. Not that he was complaining- no, he found this
rather hot. Sexting was one of his favourite things to do, tie that up with
dirty talk and.. and well, he’d have something he was good at doing forever.
Maybe Anakin wasn’t too bad at this- he didn’t seem like he’d be bad at this,
at least. An amateur, sure, but not nervous.
 
let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, sweetheart.
 
Thinking of another response quickly, Keon stripped himself of his tight muscle
shirt and snapped a picture of his face and chest. Maybe he could have some fun
before he went to sleep.. would be interesting to see how far he was willing to
go with this. If he retreated back into his shell or not- which would be a huge
shame because Keon had decided that he really wasn’t half that bad. Needed to
work on his social skills, but otherwise not bad at all.
 
;0 would be more fun if you were here though tbh. akis is with gioia and so now
i have no one to play with rn.
 
Taking another moment to say anything else, he couldn’t help but wonder how red
the man was right now. He looked so impossibly red early today and during the
meeting a few days ago when his fetish was revealed.. actively getting sexts
probably made him turn even redder. He was curious, almost aroused, by the
thought of what he looked like right now.
 
can i get a pic of you, anakin? i’ll make it worth your while later on. ;)
===============================================================================
 
He bit his lip- hard, hard enough to draw fucking blood, entirely sure that he
was red at the other’s words. Worth my while? He thought to himself, slightly
amused. You can’t actually be thinking about sending him a picture.
 
Groaning, Anakin barely managed to get the phone into picture taking mode. He
wasn’t even sure how he looked right now- a total mess, with red hair all
tangled and wearing glasses, a shirt that was probably filthier than it should
be thrown on… best to strip that. Keon would probably like to see his chest,
right? Not that he didn’t have a few less-pleasing tattoos around the side of
his waist and lower back, but… fuck, nobody cared about stupid things like
that. It was his body, after all.
 
Snapping the picture, with his best attempt at a smile (it failed- miserably.
More than anything, he seemed even more monotone, a stoic expression covering
his face that he didn’t think could be removed) he frowned when he saw the dim
image on his phone. The lips of his corners were quirked upward at least a bit…
or, well, he thought they were. Almost didn’t look too bad, but… still worse
than he would’ve on a day to day basis.
 
You better be serious. I don’t take pictures for just anyone. He typed back
quickly, wondering if he was supposed to use an emoji for anything to make it
less… serious. More joking… he settled on a :)that seemed out of place, but was
nice enough. It was Keon- he didn’t give a shit.
===============================================================================
 
He didn't look bad naked to say the least.
Sure, could stand to weigh a little more, stand in the sunlight, and maybe
cover up a tattoo that covered the majority of his torso. But otherwise, kid
was hot as fuck. Glasses made his eyes shine a bit brighter than he’s ever
actually seen- he looked a lot better with them on than them off. He wondered
what else he was keeping from him. (He wanted to pretend he didn’t sound
insanely creepy now.)

mmmhm, very sexy. :* nice glasses.

He rolled over on his stomach, placing his head down on the pillow and shut his
eyes. Keon really didn’t have a lot of energy left to talk to him, was too
tired and just wanted to turn over and go to sleep. Anakin would understand,
fuck, he was probably tired himself. Was he only talking to him because Keon
had kept him up- fuck, there was a chance he was, wasn’t he? If Anakin was,
that’d only make him feel like more shit for doing this.
 
im gonna go to bed. can i get another, preferably lower waisted, pic? <3 gn
===============================================================================

So that was it, then. He propositioned him for sex and then said good night?
Was that even normal? Anakin couldn’t decide if Keon was fucking with him- or
actually wanted to fuck with him. It was almost too confusing, but… did he
really just say I was sexy?
 
Rolling his eyes and running a hand through his messy hair, the framer slumped
back down on the bed, rolling onto his sighed with an annoyed groan. Fuck if
this had even happened- he didn’t just do these sorts of things. Even if he
liked to think Keon was interested (oh, he is definitely interested) or
actually enjoyed talking with the guy just a smidge, it wasn’t… natural. And he
couldn’t… do that again, really. It was fun, in a juvenile and amusing way,
but… Keon was obviously fucking with him.
 
Or is he? Trying to ignore the little argument that had cropped up in his head,
Anakin turned over until he had a view of his phone once again… and no more
texts. Nothing. So he really had gone to bed? That was it, just like this?
 
He doesn’t know why he reaches for the small object anyone, clicks it on again
and types out a quick Good night. either. To hell with it, maybe? Keon had
taken the time to talk to him… he seemed… genuine even if they’d basically been
sexting for the past thirty minutes.
 
Without any thought or consideration, the ginger has no idea why he adds
in,Maybe in the morning I’ll show you my tramp stamp. You know, if you’re good.
 
Sexy enough? Regardless, it was… more than he’d ever been open to before.
Maybe… maybe if Keon really was interested… he’d reply as soon as he got up, or
ask him questions, or… maybe this could work. Right?
 
Don’t waste your breath on it. Relationships are messy and stupid. You
shouldn’t have bothered.
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Keon had too much trouble keeping still- halfway getting up from his seat and
switching his seating style every few moments. He wasn’t sure why exactly he
was so antsy right now. There wasn’t anything that would cause him to feel like
this, so he was confused on why he felt like leaving the meeting early and
going to do something. He just felt so restless.
 
Attempting to keep his mind off of it, he looked up and tried to find Akivya’s
eye. When he did, he felt his shoulder’s drop sharply. The older man’s eyes
were caught intensely on Gioia’s large stomach, dark purple bags underneath his
eyes. Fuck. His own husband was still too focused on staring at the woman, most
likely wasn’t even giving him a second thought on how he was doing or if he
even missed him..
 
And then he caught Anakin’s eye, a small blush growing on his face when he
realized Keon was staring back at him. He smiled, winking at him. Taking out of
his phone, he very subtly texted him a any chance i can see your tattoos
tonight? ;p)
 
Bad intentions. Probably thinking something not suitable for a meeting-
definitely not good right now. Fuck, you’re already a little red, aren’t you?
Awful. You should leave. Like, now. Before anyone says anything.
 
Anakin barely gave the text another skim over, looking back up to Keon, sitting
opposite him at the table. Running a hand through his hair, he popped the
earphones back in and tried to focus on… basically anything but Keon
propositioning him for sex again.
 
You have to stay.
 
Really fucking don’t.
 
Keon’s here?
 
Groaning in annoyance, he barely managed to stand up, pulling himself over to
the door and opening it without a word given to the rest of the room. Nothing
subtle about that,he scolded himself again, barely focused on anything other
than a, getting out of the meeting room and b, rechecking Keon’s text.
 
You wanna see my tats? He asked after a few seconds, pressing the send button
before typing out another short message. Don’t get your hopes up, kid. I might
need some time to consider it.
 
You really need time to consider sex with Keon…?Well, to be fair, the answer
would’ve been a raging no on most occasions, but… it almost felt strange. Too
weird to be considered real. Shrugging, Anakin simple slipped his phone back
into his pocket, walking down the long hallway in the hope that he could avoid
the rest of the mafia somehow.
 
My room after meeting. He added, giving a subtle frown as he did so. Don’t be
fucking late.
===============================================================================
 
what if i wanna see u now?
 
Keon licked his lips, leaning back in his chair to reposition his already
halfway erected cock from poking out of his jeans awkwardly. He felt too
excited about that fact that he could finally see Anakin’s tattoos. Perhaps
they could have other activities happening afterwards, something he’d be even
more excited for than just seeing a tattoo. The fact that he had a tramp stamp,
self admittedly, made him smile. He never thought of him as the type to have
anything like that so it’d be rather interesting to see it.
 
;o) can i get a pic, a spoiler almost? pls anakin? i’ll send you a pic of my
piercings
 
He wasn’t listening to what Julian had been saying- going on about monthly cost
and whatever- fuck, this was so boring. All he wanted was to just go and see
Anakin, suck on his tattoos and come over his uninked skin. Listening to
mindless dravel that didn’t even relate to him, it bored him beyond fucking
belief.
 
Tapping on the table, he sighed once more.
 
===============================================================================
 
He wants pictures now? Anakin furrowed his brow. Fuck, he couldn’t believe he
was actually contemplating this- it felt like his sanity was slowly dissipating
every minute that he talked to Keon. Was he really… really that interested?
Trying to tease him? Fuck, it didn’t make sense. Even when the framer had told
himself, numerous times, to just go with it.
 
Shutting the door to his room behind him until he could feel the tiny click of
wood hitting wood, his hand fumbling with the lock, he shakily looked back down
at his phone. Well… it wasn’t… wasn’t really thatbad, right? If he sent Keon
some pictures, or… no. No, he couldn’t believe he was actually considering
this- having a sexual relationship with Keon, sending him pictures of his
fucking body…
 
Fuck, gimme like five. He replied quickly, sighing as his fingers fumbled with
the fabric of the black shirt he was wearing, tugging it over his head before
letting his hands fall to the buckle of his jeans, undoing the fly and sliding
them down his legs so he was left standing in his boxers… did Keon want him to
take those off too?
 
This is gonna be used as blackmail later, fuckin’ hell.Still, he pulled off the
tight underwear quickly, letting them fall around his ankles before stepping
back with a muted sigh.
 
What do you want to see?
===============================================================================
 
Everything.
 
Keon cleared his throat, glancing up to see if anyone had caught that small
smile that was growing rapidly on his face. He wondered if anyone would have
noticed if he had decided to just slide his phone down underneath the table,
undo his pants, and take a picture of his cock. If he’d just be quick enough,
he’d be able to get away with it before anyone even had the thought of what he
was doing.
 
Quickly undoing his pants buckle, he moved to reveal his throbbing his cock and
clicked the button on his phone. Fuck- this was so exciting, wasn’t it? The
fact that he was hard, sending dick pics to Anakin, and getting some of his own
pics from him.. all just inches away from six other mafia members that would
have no trouble taking his phone and reading all their messages, especially
Vita and Jaina who’d both eat up the drama. It was hot. Way too hot for him to
ever actually have imagined. Anakin was a lot kinkier than he’d originally
thought.
 
Sending the photo, he smiled at the fact that he quickly received his own photo
from the older man. He was attractive naked, a lot skinnier and bonier than he
originally thought last night. More tattoos too, but they praised his body
rather nicely. Rather nice looking tattoos, somewhat obscure ones lining his
lower waist and curled under his soft breast. Still, they looked hot as fuck.
He didn’t know if there was a word for being so turned on by the look of
tattoos or whatever, but if there was, he’d definitely had it.
 
hot. ;o i cant wait to see them. is gonna be fun to see you in the flesh..
excited to have you in my mouth.
 
===============================================================================
 
He was turned on. It almost felt like he shouldn’t be- like it was in some way
wrong or… disgusting to feel so turned on by so little. But then again, he
clearly had worse habits- Anakin couldn’t deny that. Couldn’t deny that he was
thinking more and more about the ‘what ifs’, the possibilities of what exactly
was going to happen when he and Keon met in person… what Keon would want to do,
if he’d be saying the same things about his body then…
 
He sucked in a breath, unsteady, letting his chest rise and fall as he stared
down at the dimly lit screen, eyes flitting up to the locked door almost as
though he were waiting. The meeting was probably over by now… did Keon actually
want to… to show up? Fuck, or whatever? Maybe he was going to back out… maybe
he wouldn’t actually come and Anakin had gotten himself all worked up over
nothing. Maybe he should just put on some clothes before… before anything made
this already awkward situation even more awkward.
 
Still, he couldn’t help giving a side glance to the cracked mirror that hung
over his dresser, outlining the almost attractivefeatures of his body… maybe
Keon wasn’t lying. Did he really find him attractive? It was the tattoos
obviously- Anakin thought they were sexy, had been planning and inking them
since… what, since he was 20? If it wasn’t that, he couldn’t see why… he looked
almost too plain, maybe even a bit fragile, otherwise.
 
It was kinda crazy. Keon was attractive in all the right ways and he just…
wasn’t. Regardless, though, he just replied with a You’re gonna suck me off?
What else do you wanna do to me? Meeting should be over… can’t wait to see
you…?
===============================================================================
 
He only replied with a sharp ;). It was stupid, almost, and probably too cheeky
for anyone else but Anakin.. which was good, he guessed, as long as Anakin
liked him. Maybe the ginger would send him a message like the one he sent him
more often now? He really wouldn’t mind if he did, would’ve made him a lot
harder if he had decided to start do it.
 
Before he realized it, people were pushing their chairs back and leaving the
room loudly. Fuck- he wasn’t even listening enough to know that the meeting was
over. On most occasions, he’d be ashamed of himself for not listening even a
little bit, but right now he was too heavily focused on texting and thinking
about Anakin. Standing up, the man quickly made his way towards the door and
almost skipped down the hallway towards Anakin’s room. This was so exciting,
too much exciting for him to ever believe still..
 
im so horny rn. excited to see u too.
 
Once he finally reached the room, he knocked quickly and heavily on the door
with a bit too much enthusiasm. Anakin needed to answer the door now or
otherwise he’d just pass out.. or have kept it unlocked, for fucks sake. All he
wanted to do was stick his dick in the older man’s asshole and fuck him until
all the pent up sexual energy he had in his body was gone.
 
The door opened, revealing the much smaller man stripped down to just his
boxers. He smiled, briefly, before shoving his lips against his and wrapped his
hands around the hemming of his shirt and proceeded to take if off of his toned
body.
 
He was practically in shock when he opened the door and Keon was standing right
in front of him- still dressed, staring down at him with an expression that
literally only had one possible meaning. The framer almost opened his mouth,
some sort of phrase playing on his lips that he didn’t even get out when Keon’s
lips were suddenly crashing against his, biting down and pushing his tongue
against the older man’s with too much desperation to ignore.
 
Anakin barely managed to slam the door shut behind them, hands running up and
down Keon’s suddenly bare sides, fingers lightly toying with a ring on his left
nipple, unable to betray a single notions as to what he was feeling on his
face. Drawing his lips together with a long sigh, he pulls away, ignoring the
way Keon’s hand reaches for his arm as he looks down for a minute. “You… never
fuckin’ answered my question,” he said, softly, barely able to keep his gaze
focused on anything for more than a few seconds. The room was practically
spinning now- so confusing to him.
 
Hesitating for a second, the ginger quickly let his hand fall to his thin
boxers, sliding them off as he gave a look back to Keon, raising his eyebrow.
“You like ink?” He said, finally, walking back over to the disguiser and
letting his hand curl around the back of the taller’s neck, fingers playing
with the light blonde curls. “I saved the best for last,” he added, attempting
to quirk his lips up in addition to the remark- to show some sort of excitement
for Keon’s being here, or… or whatever he was supposed to do.
 
Turning around so Keon had a view of his tattooed shoulderblades and lower
back, he tried to catch his breath. Unsure of what he was supposed to do from
here out, he managed to rasp out a quick, “It’s interesting to finally see you
in person… all of you.” His voice seems almost too deep, too husky, to betray
anything but the excitement that’s building up in his chest by the minute. “You
must’ve been thinking about this all day.”
 
Keon smirked, leaning in to press a kiss to the man’s tattoos. They looked
marvelous, rather nice and attractive on his body actually. He pulled them off
nicely.. honestly, his entire body was rather nice actually- more healthy than
Aki, but still a lot smaller than him. Perfect, nonetheless. Chuckling, he
graced his bony, ink stained hips with his palms before moving around to curl
fingers around his erected cock. Anakin’s body went tense, but thankfully
didn’t pull away and let him make quick strokes around the tip and shaft of it.
 
“I can see you have too,” he let his lips trail in closer to his body, pressing
against his pierced ears. Toying with a metal ring, he thrusted his hips
forward gently, using his remaining hand to free his cock from his pants and
boxers. “It’s nice to see you completely free too, buddy.. fuck, you’re a lot
better in the flesh than you are in photos. Didn’t really seem to do you
justice, yeah? Should’ve given me your number sooner..”
 
Gently, Keon helped him bend over the bed, stripping out of his boxers as he
threw them across the room. He was too into it- Anakin. The older man just
seemed.. so stoic and unwelcoming before, but now.. now he was letting him fuck
him in the ass and jerk him off, like he really wanted it to happen. As hot as
it was, Keon hesitated to go any further for a moment. There was a chance that
he was too stunned.. too scared to say no for some reason. Maybe he had doubts
about fucking the man, but he worried about pushing him too hard.
 
“Tell.. tell me if you need to stop, yeah? I’m completely willin’ to do
whatever you wanna do.. just wanna fuck you, mostly.”
 
He was half out of it, a sudden haziness settling behind his eyes, head too
light and heated to really make sense of all this. Barely able to keep his
breath steady, too focused on the way Keon's hands felt on his hips and his
lips on his neck… it was all far too much to take in. Keon was hot, skin sweaty
against his, muscles better defined against his back than anything, only
serving to make the framer feel… inadequate.
 
Shaking his head, he choked out a “Keep going,” almost breathlessly, shifting
his hips as he tried to steady himself against the side of his thin bed, a
shudder running down his spine. He was too… nervous, excited, not even sure
what to call it as he managed to force out a whisper of Keon's name. He didn't
know if he was supposed to do anything- if the disguiser wanted him to beg or…
move. Anakin couldn't seem to focus on anything but staying completely rigid,
eyes shutting.
 
A heavy, shaking breath left his mouth, feeling Keon's hands sliding past his
hips, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin of his ass, teasing the tattoos
on his lower back. He could feel the other's thumb against his entrance, almost
surreally, eyes shutting as he felt his cheeks turn red.
 
“Do… whatever,” he said, monotonously.
 
Keon stopped briefly for another moment, taking a deep breath before pressing
his teeth down on his shoulder blade, sucking tenderly at the skin. The way
Anakin was pressing back against him made him harder, hesitant for various
obvious reasons.. it was hot, nice, perfect.. he didn’t know enough words to
describe the way he felt right now. All he knew was that he wanted to fuck the
tiny ginger until he was screaming.
 
“You’re so tight, man.. don’t do this a lot?” Just from that, Keon noticed the
small blush on his cheeks deepen, shaking his head. He restrained himself from
laughing, barely able to conceal a small smirk playing on his lips. Figures.
The poor thing was obviously super scared and unsure of himself.. he needed
something to help him figure out how to calm him down enough to get him to
enjoy this. Keon hated forcing people to enjoy sex.. it was supposed to be fun,
enjoyable.. not mind numbing terrifying.
 
Continuing to press rough love marks down his back that practically rivaled his
brilliant tattoos. Anakin shivered underneath him, dropping slightly so that
Keon had to place a hand underneath his body to keep him from falling. Once he
was closer to his lower torso, he smirked at the small-ish tramp stamp that
covered his lower back. It was cute- something he’d see a younger man inked
with.. but hadn’t imagined with him.
 
“Like your tattoo here, Anakin,” he brushed a finger over the ink, kissing it
fully. “Shows off your real personality..”
 
“My real personality,” the framer said with an amused tone, barely able to
prevent the trembling of his thighs at the feel of Keon’s slim fingers resting
over the tattoo, almost too gently to be believable. “You’re cute.” It’s
subtle, but there’s some weight carried with it- something that almost seems to
ease the situation, the tenseness in his body subsiding almost too easily…
Anakin pursed his lips, barely letting a smile pass over them as he turned his
head back to stare at Keon.
 
He looked even less real in this lighting, like some perfectly sculpted statue
that was almost too handsome for words… those soft blonde locks of hair, barely
tanned skin, the curve of his slim muscles, the way his mouth was almost
smirking as he leaned down to press another kiss against the older man’s lower
back…
 
Anakin shivered, letting his thighs slide apart from each other just barely,
eyes shutting as he looked down to his shaking wrists, bracing his weight on
the edge of the bed, exhaling with an almost-chuckle. “Keon, you said you’d
make it worth my while…” he trailed off, voice having taken on a near-erotic
tone as he shifted his hips against the younger man’s. “Try living up to your
words, man… or I might not bother touching you back.”
 
Keon chuckled at his words, hands moving underneath his balls to caress them
gently. He sounded so.. try-hard sexy? It was cute, appealing enough for him. A
part of him wanted to tease him for attacking like this- another part wanted
him to continue trying to do dirty talk.. he went with the former side. It’d be
so fun to watch Anakin break down underneath him, come into his hands, moan his
name thirstily..
 
Spreading his asscheeks away from each other, he pressed light kisses to the
sensitive skin. He felt so soft underneath his lips, tasted perfect in his
mouth. Anakin trembled at his touch, a light moan escaping his mouth. All he
wanted to do was laugh- never before had he ever thought about what Anakin
would sound like when he moaned, it never crossed his mind. It was nice to hear
though- a large contrast from the usual dark, monotone voice he used daily. The
amount of teasing he’d most likely get from Keon would be never ending..
 
“F-fuck, baby,” he chuckled under his breath, resting his forehead on his
cheek. His tongue continued to tease his entrance, pressing close mouthed
kisses to the hole. He could feel Anakin thrusting back against his lips,
barely able to keep himself from falling against the bed. “Do you wanna get in
a more.. comfortable position?”
 
“You’re… rimming me.” The statement was low, barely punctuated with even a hint
of emotion, barely mentioned before Anakin slid a hand back to grasp at Keon’s
shoulder, half-awkward and half-desperate, eyes shutting.
 
It was completely different than anything he’d felt before- the way Keon was
all but teasing him, lips pressing light kisses against his spread thighs, his
ass, tongue teasing the inside of his hole so well that he couldn’t keep the
light, feathery moan from leaving his lips. The way his tongue skimmed over the
puckered edges of his asshole, almost pushing in and spreading him out with a
sudden wetness… fuck, had this ever happened before? He couldn’t think of it-
the most… contact he’d had in terms of body was being fingered, or given a hand
job… other types of… kink didn’t count, he didn’t think.
 
Trying to keep himself from thrusting back against Keon’s face, Anakin bit down
on his lip, sliding up onto the bed and spreading his legs further, unable to
maintain the bent-at-the-waist position the younger man had forced him into.
When he felt Keon’s tongue sliding into him again, it only made a shiver run up
his back, muscles tightening and clenching up as he pushed his hips against the
sheets with a low groan. This felt so… degrading, almost. He wasn’t sure what
it was about it that made it so good, actually, just the fact that Keon was so
close, seemed to want him so much… it was almost nice.
 
Letting himself push himself up as much as he thought he could, the framer
leaned forward, putting his weight on his elbows as he felt the disguiser
continue to suck at his sensitive, untouched skin, fingers spreading him apart
further until he could feel the tip of one pressing in just slightly. For a
second, he wanted to tell Keon to wait- but what good was that going to do?
It’d only make him sound weaker than he already did, like a girl. Fuck.
 
“M-more,” Anakin managed to stutter out, his toes curling. “Fuckin’- Keon, I…
damn.”
 
Keon didn't hesitate to bite down on his thighs, moaning his name until he
could feel Anakin trembling and spread his legs open more for him. He wondered
how often this - sex, blow jobs, rimmings.. any of it - happened for him.. he
acted so naive and inexperienced for this all- was this one of the few times
that he’s ever had one of these before? Given his well known recluse
reputation, he wouldn’t be surprised if he had only a few occasions in his
belt, but he wondered if it only revolved around.. certain kinks, and not
actual sex.
 
If he was correct about it, it wasn’t like he’d laugh at him or tease him about
it- because there really wasn’t anything wrong with it, per se, but it did make
him feel weird about doing this. Almost enough to feel bad because he did
somewhat force the man to do this- didn’t give him a moment to say yes or not
about this before he was forcing his tongue down his throat and grabbing his
cock. For all he knew, Anakin just wanted to show him his badass tattoos and is
only doing this out of obligation. It was a sick thought- and most likely
wrong.. when was the last time that Anakin had announced that he didn’t like
something? Fuck.. the few times he actually heard him talking, it was mostly
when he was complaining about something.
 
Keon licked his lips, panting slightly. He considered pulling out of the boy
and just cuddling with him, if he let him. It really wouldn’t matter if he
did.. he didn’t think that Anakin really cared- would probably just be okay
with him rimming and fingering his entrance. Keon really didn’t know what he
wanted to do- he’d love to nail his tight ass and cover his ink with his come,
but he felt too unsure on doing anything else thinking about this all. He
worried somewhat about Jaina finding out - or; watching through her cameras -
and showing Akivya or the entire mafia it all.. he didn’t think that Akivya nor
Anakin would be able to take it.
 
And then, he could hear his name whispering on Anakin’s lips, body thrusting
back against his fingers in a desperate plea for him.
 
He could barely fathom what was happening, not when all he could feel were
Keon’s fingers sliding into him, filling his body until he was so tight,
clenching around the invasive digits and moaning, unable to keep himself from
pulling away even when it felt like he should. Anakin tried to bite down on his
lip, cover up the noises and the words that threatened to break free, but it
was so difficult, with Keon’s free hand massaging his back and his fingers
pushing into him, spreading him apart and curling against something that caused
him to throw his head back and dig teeth into his tongue with a muted whimper
slipping free.
 
He wants to tell him to stop- that anything more than this would just be
unwanted, that Keon shouldn’t have wasted his time by trying to get sex from
him or anything like that… wanted to tell Keon that sex meant different things
for different people and they shouldn’t be doing this… but fuck, he was so
turned on. The framer couldn’t even deny it, his entire body sensitive,
trembling at the slightest touch of mouth or caress of hand…
 
He felt Keon slide fingers out of him, taking the time to turn around so he was
on his back, looking up at the younger man and his beautifully sculpted
features, thin lips angled in a questioning frown. Anakin took a deep breath,
his hand sliding until it was braced between the disguiser’s throat and chest,
just steadying itself, unwavering. He could feel how wide his eyes must be,
wasn’t sure how he looked but knew it couldn’t be good, nothing like the stoic,
blank expression he normally kept.
 
“Keon, I…” he barely knew what to say. “Just haven’t done this before. I… can
you just let me think for a few minutes? I didn’t even know what you wanted
from me until you asked me to send you pics, so… fuck, if I’m not at least a
little… I don’t know. This is crazy, really. You don’t really want this.”
 
The look on Keon’s face told him otherwise, hurt and even more confused, almost
worried… was he going to cry? As cute as it might have been on a regular basis
(the framer had a thing for tears- he didn’t think anyone knew,) right now it
wasn’t something he wanted in the least. Just when he thought Keon was going to
stand up, pull away, say something, his voice was uncatching, slipping out
again breathlessly.
 
“Wait… I didn’t mean it… like that, I guess. Please, stay. I just don’t really…
I’m not used to this, you know? I don’t do this shit. Unless you’re talking via
the net, but that’s not really the same. Just…” he sucked in a breath. “I… I
want you to fuck me, Keon. But I need you to help me… do it? Fuck, how
embarrassing.” He wanted to curse himself out for the sudden highness of his
voice. “Just do something. Whatever the fuck you want. Fuck me- I want you to.
I just… I just don’t want you to get turned off, because then all this would be
for absolutely nothing, and that wouldn’t be cool.”
 
Keon nodded hesitantly, leaning down to capture his lips into his and rub his
forehead against his exposing shoulderblades. He knew that.. that this was how
the situation was most likely going to end up playing out. He really wasn’t
upset, he didn’t think so anyway.. just disappointed that he hadn’t of told him
already, that he built up to this and then just be shot down like some horny
teenage boy. Foreplay was one of his favourite activities to do- he wanted to
make Anakin feel comfortable doing this all, so watching him act like this just
made him feel a lot worse than he really should be.
 
“Yeah,” he says after pulled away, hands curling around his neck as he looked
back up to him. He looked so tired, almost scared of saying anything else in
fear of making him even more upset. Keon could only imagine how he looked right
now- how upset he looked, and he always did look upset when he felt upset; he
was awful at hiding his true feelings. “I’m not gonna force you into doin’
anything, okay?” he leaned back up, pressing a soft kiss to his pierced brow.
“We can take this slow.. or not at all. Fuck- your photos were hot enough for
me, to be honest with you. I don’t really mind.”
 
He turned over on his side for a moment, feeling Anakin awkwardly attempting to
rest his head on his shoulder. Anakin.. he was cute- confusing and very
awkward, but he was someone that he really did enjoy. The naivety and almost
insecurity he had was almost charming to a degree, completely erasing the
tough, mysterious persona thing he had going on. Of course, he didn’t dare
voice any of these opinions about the man. He wanted to tease him.. not shatter
his self esteem like that.
 
“H-hey..” the blonde looked down at him, running a hand through his tangled red
hair. Anakin briefly looked up at him, fingers toying with his nipple ring,
ashamed and brightly coloured still. “If you.. you wanna fuck still, you know.
Sit on my lap?”
 
Shifting uncomfortably, the framer simply stared at Keon for a few moments- the
upset look on his face fading into something he couldn’t quite place, hand
moving up to rest against his, Anakin’s fingers letting go of his nipple ring
after a few seconds as he glanced back up to meet the disguiser’s eyes. Fuck,
he must think I’m such a fuckin’ idiot- should’ve gotten better social cues
before I decided to try this.
 
And then what Keon said seemed to kick in and Anakin was raising an eyebrow,
frowning slightly. Sit on his lap? What good is that gonna do? Still, he leaned
forward with a slight, barely audible kiss to Keon’s lips, before pushing him
over and swinging a leg over his waist. “Okay, I’m in your lap. What do you
want me to do?” His voice seemed too soft, suddenly, almost muted as he waited
for the other man to answer with a sigh, flicking his pierced tongue against
his lips.
 
Keon reached down, caressing his inner thigh before slipping around him to
stroke his own erected cock closer to Anakin’s slick entrance. He was hoping
he'd understand what he meant, but it seemed like that went well over his head.
To be fair for him though.. he was so confused and nervous, there was no doubt
that the inexperienced man wouldn't understand. It wasn't fair for him to be
upset at this. At least he was still willing to fuck him, and go along with
what he planned.
 
“That's good.. good. Try to impale yourself on my cock.. Promise it'll be good
for you. You'll like it.”
 
Fuckin’ hell…was the only thought that crossed his mind, looking down at Keon
with something he imagined was similar to distaste, raising an eyebrow. When
Keon simply looked back at him, a smirk on his face, Anakin sighed, loudly.
Pushing his hips forward against Keon’s, he felt the other give a soft, low
pitched moan as he spread his legs apart just a tad more, his ass pressed right
against Keon’s cock.
 
Slowly, he pushed himself down, sinking onto the blonde’s length with an almost
impossible tension in his body, his spine locking up at the feeling of being
penetrated,by someone’s dick, nonetheless. It was different- than all the
nozzles and that one sex toy Nanashi had given him on some random occasion,
but… fuck, it was almost better, to feel Keon moving against him, hips bucking
forward against his body with a low groan.
 
“Does it feel good, baby?” Anakin asked almost cockily, wishing almost that he
could lean down and press his lips to Keon, but…it just fucking hurt.Closing
his eyes, he tried not to focus on the pain that had suddenly started to grow,
before blinking them open to see Keon staring back at him.
 
“Shit, man…” he muttered softly. “Okay. Move. Don’t make me beg.”
 
“But begging’s part of the fun,” he teased, leaning in to peck a kiss on his
shoulder blade tattoo. The unamused look he got made him smirk again, lightly
thrusting his hips against him. He was too unsure of what he really wanted..
Anakin looked scared almost, hesitant on admitting he liked it or not. Keon
worried it was the latter due to the pained look on his face, nails digging
into thighs. This could easily be one of the first times that he's ever had
penetrative sex too.. he didn't really think having a hose fucked inside Anakin
really counted. It was the only known experience he knew he had too.. fuck, he
asked to have Keon show him how to have sex even. Technically, he was taking
away his virginity.
 
Licking his lips, he reached a hand down wrap three fingers around his thin
cock, stroking it gently against his stomach. He was so hard, impossibly hard
really, he didn't know what Anakin wanted now.. did he even like being jerked
off? Keon always found hand jobs to be rather hot and exciting, one of his
favourite thing to do to his partners.. maybe he could convince Anakin to like
it.
 
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, retracing a hand to place on his hips to steady
himself better. He could barely keep up with the pace now, rough and untimed.
As hot as it was, the ginger just riding his cock.. he wanted to feel some
pleasure too. “Slow down.. let me get into a rhythm too, baby.”
 
Almost flustered at the comment, Anakin barely found the voice to say, “Yeah,
sure, man.” He almost thought he should apologize too, but it just seemed so…
strange, to be apologizing during sex. Fuck, he wanted this to be hot, not some
amateur jack off session with him acting like an inexperienced teenage girl.
The thought was almost annoying- actually, it was annoying. Very much so.
 
Still, he slowed his pace, lightly thrusting against Keon’s hips, rutting his
lower body against the other’s thick cock, the way it felt so insanely hard…
kind of small, to be fair, but it was nice. He liked it, the framer thought to
himself. In a sense, it was like he was losing his virginity- fuck, Keon was so
perfect, underneath him with his hands on the older’s hips, pulling him even
further down. It was… sexy.
 
“This- ah- d-doesn’t… r-relationship with us now… n-not going to change, but…
fuck, it feels so goddamn good, Keon. Y-you’re the only one I’d let do this to
me- nngh, fuck. Harder, Keon, shit-”
 
Keon couldn't conceal the growing smirk on his face, licking his lips with a
soft pant. Watching Anakin act like this.. moan, beg, and fucking quiver, it
was beyond fucking hot for him. He wanted him to do this more.. a lot more.
Wanted him to do this constantly, just ride his thick cock daily and let him
come inside of him. It was too hot to pass up..
 
And then he could feel Anakin shiver on top of him, moaning his name loudly
before hot come leaked down his chest. The ginger was barely able to hold
himself up by a shaky arm, staring down at him with rosy cheeks and drool
halfway leaking down his swollen lips. He tried to give him a light smile,
panting lightly. It wasn't a moment later when he could feel the ever familiar
shiver going through his back and emptying out of his cock, filling the older
man with his sweet release. Anakin didn't seem to mind it, thankfully, licking
his bright coloured lips tugging up in a small smile.
 
“Fuck.. sorry,” he leaned in the best he could, caressing the side of his face.
“Want.. want me to make up for that too?”
 
His hand felt nice, brushing against the side of Anakin’s cheek gently enough
that it seems almost imagined. The framer half wanted to cherish the embrace,
push his head against Keon’s hand and feel more of the sweet, small touches,
but it’s too… too much. He can barely understand why his heart is speeding up
at the motion, looking down at Keon with his mouth open, unable to do anything
but let out ragged breaths, squirming against Keon’s cock, still buried inside
his ass.
 
“Don’t fuckin’ make up for i-it,” the older got out, his voice cracking as he
tried to steady himself over Keon, giving up after a moment and slumping down
on top of the disguiser’s body, his head spinning. “God… I feel like such an
idiot right now…” he mused, licking his lips briefly as he felt cum staining
the back of his thighs, leaking down his legs in a manner that was almost…
pleasant. Was it supposed to feel like this?
 
“It’s stupid, and really, really bad of me to ask at this point, but… do you…
want to just lie down… get to know each other?” He rolled off Keon’s body,
falling onto the soiled bedsheets beside him, looking over to him with a brow
raised. “I’m really bad at this whole ‘friends’ thing- or lovers, or whatever-
if you couldn’t tell.”
 
Keon smiled, pulling the boy closer to his body. He was so warm, covered in
sweat and his release, but otherwise pleasant to touch.. it felt nice, for
once. He enjoyed cuddling with Akivya after they fucked, but lately they never
did. It was all only done for pleasure and desperation because of Akivya’s
condition, not out of the fact that he wanted to make love to his husband..
right after they both came, Akivya either left or went to continue to
masturbate.. it wasn't fun like it used to be before Vita had decided to stick
a fucking dagger inside him that caused it.
 
“Yeah.. I'd like that,” Keon pressed his lips to his cheek, moving to
completely entrap the boy in his arms. He smelled so nice still.. he didn't
think it was real. Maybe he was too tired now, most likely he was, but he still
plunged his face in the crease of his neck and kissed it softly. “So.. tell me
about yourself, Anakin?”
 
“What’s there to tell?” The framer answered, tilting his head to the side to
better expose his neck to Keon, a hand sliding around to grasp the younger
man’s arm, hand tracing over the skin just enough to cause a slight shiver from
the blonde. Huffing, Anakin rolled onto one side so he was facing Keon,
offering the younger man a tiny smirk before deciding on the proper words.
 
“Fine. Anakin. Recluse, loser and hopeless wreck. Not the mysterious asshole
everyone thinks I am, although I’d prefer that. Also nothing like my namesake,
Anakin Skywalker. Even though I’m sure the mafia is considered ‘the dark side’
in Salem. Fuck my parents for being movie junkies. I’m sure my sister didn’t
like being named Nyota Uhura either- yeah, sadly, that’s not a joke.” A pause.
“What about you?”
 
Keon concealed a smirk. “Sadly for you, I'm not that interesting.. I'm just the
simple disguiser, beloved by everyone and hated by none. Sometimes referred to
as daddy, but otherwise known as Keon. Not really sure what you want me to say
about myself, really.. I can easily just sell you my biography if it'll help
you, Skywalker.”
 
He chuckled, leaning forward to kiss his inked shoulder once more. There really
wasn't anything that he could tell him to make him sound interesting.. not that
he was really willing to share. Anything before he joined the mafia was to be
ignored.. no one was allowed to know. Didn't really want people pitying him or
pretend he was below them. “Immigrated here when I was twelve with Vita in tow,
mom died when I was thirteen.. and then got here. That's about it.”
 
“More interesting than me,” Anakin finally said, scoffing slightly. “I bet
there's a lot more to you than that… you can tell everything about me by
looking at me now. My only friend is my tattoo artist, I learned everything I
know about being social by watching the rest of you, half the phrases I know
related to sex I borrowed from Nanashi, and the only thing I really care about
is ink.” He paused, giving Keon a once-over. “I think you'd look nice with a
tattoo. Something small. Nice nips though,” he flicked one of the piercings
with his thumb. “I guess it shows your real character.”
 
Keon brushed a hand through Anakin’s scraggly red hair. “Thanks.. you should
see my other ring.. shows my character even better.” He winked, quietly
laughing underneath his breath. His phone rang from his jeans, a familiar ring
tone that he absolutely knew who it belonged too- Akivya. Quickly moving off
the sheets, he flipped the screen open to read: I have something I need to
confess to u.
 
Keon wasn’t sure exactly what to make of it- wasn’t sure if it was a good or a
bad thing. The seeming blunt quality of the text was different than it usually
was for Akivya- his husband was always the type to be excitable. Lots of
letters, punctuation and emotes were common for Akivya. A message like this
wasn’t. Hesitating, Keon typed back a quick what’s up?
It was a few seconds before the phone flashed again, another message appearing
on the screen. This one was long- more than Akivya usually texted, which only
served to make Keon’s stomach drop.
 
:/ i’ve been seeing Gioia for a couple months. like, seeing her seeing her. um…
it started before you and i were a couple, really. she and i had flings. and
then you know, when she visited to apologize? i just… i had to be honest with
you, bunbun. you matter more to me than anything. if i… if you’re upset about
it… just let me know. i couldn’t keep holding it back any longer.
 
Keon couldn't help the growing pains that burrowed even further into his
stomach at each letter. He didn't even know what to say.. he never expected for
Akivya actually cheat on him. Well, he had his suspensions after watching
Akivya sweating profusely and dripping in cum right after Gioia had ran out
crying.. but he didn't ever wanted to think of that. The blonde couldn't figure
out if he was upset or not.. because he really shouldn't be. Fuck- he was lying
right down next to Anakin.. was he really in any position to way if it was mad
or not.
A bit hypocritical, right?
 
i had my suspicions, you know? tbh i cant be mad at u :\
 
He licked his lips again, sighing as he pulled closer to Anakin’s body, who
stared up at him confused and unsure of what to do. Leaning down, he pressed
his lips against Anakin’s briefly before pulling out and whispering a faint,
“say cheese,” and snapped a picture of the two of them lip locked. It felt..
degrading for Anakin, he had to admit this to himself.. fuck- he knew that he
was married, so it wouldn't come out a surprise, would it?
 
im sorry baby
 
Anakin couldn’t keep his nerves from acting up, his breath suddenly heavy,
speeding up almost to an extreme as he looked up at Keon. He wanted to shout-
to ask him what the fuck do you think you’re doing? or bloody fuck, Keon,
nobody’s supposed to see-
 
Cutting himself off, he took some deep breaths, biting down on his lower lip
before flicking his eyes up to the disguiser, unsure. He tried to calm himself
down, staring at his tattooed arm while running a hand through his red hair,
looking over to the side table and making a grab for his glasses. Keon was
standing, looked almost upset when he finally focused in on the man’s face- he
almost had to question if he’d done something to the younger man.
 
“Keon… what’s the picture for?” He asked, voice low. “You’re not… not supposed
to. You- not with me. Nobody can know anything like… like this. Jaina- she’d
find out, her and Vita. You fucking know it.”
 
Almost as soon as he got the words out, Keon’s phone buzzed with another text,
the disguiser immediately unlocking it and looking down at the bright screen.
 
oh my god. you did not. xDDD how?
 
Keon sighed at the look of the framer, reaching out to caress his cheek again.
He needed to explain why he had done that.. he really didn't want to though,
not when he saw how upset and terrified the man was.. Jaina wouldn't ever be
able to figure out how to see this.. fuck, he even deleted the photo right
after he said it. “It's for Akivya.. don't worry about it, okay? I promise
Jaina won't get it, baby.. chill? She can't get onto my phone, not ever..”
 
He leaned in again, pressing a kiss on his cheek. His words didn't seem to calm
him down any.. if only, they seemed to make him feel worse. Sighing, he wrapped
his hands over his shoulders and nudged his forehead against his neck. “Really.
Anakin.. with the amount of shit I have on my phone.. if she wanted to get on,
she'd have gotten on it already. We're fine..”
 
Looking up at Keon, Anakin shivered briefly, flicking his tongue against his
swollen lips as he shut his eyes. It already felt too fucking weird- to have
Keon here, with him, pressed against him and...why would he be showing this to
Akivya?The thought was enough that the framer almost wanted to cringe, pulling
away from Keon and looking at him with a blank expression.
 
“So, you and Akivya…” he paused, drawing in a deep breath. “What am I to you,
Keon? Did you make a bet with your husband about me? About how reclusive I am
and how easy it would be to get me out of my clothes? Did you tell him you were
going to fuck me? Is that all I fucking am to you, man? I… I thought…”
 
Keon stared at him in confusion, shaking his head. The fact that he was
thinking this just made him feel even worse.. Keon genuinely liked him and
wanted to fuck him.. “What? No! Anakin.. fuck, right now, you're sorts my
lover,” he grabbed his hands. “Fuck.. I wouldn't even use my worst enemy like
that.  Not to you even.. I like you, baby, really.”
 
He looked back down to his phone, licking his lips. Typing a quick ill tell u
later.The blonde tried to embrace the man, only to be shoved back. His heart
twitched. “Seriously, baby.. I do. Akivya didn't even know. Fuck- I wouldn’t..
wouldn't send you nudes in the middle of a meeting if it was because of a bet.
Besides.. you reached out to me. Why would I do that to you?”
 
He had to turn the words over in his head for a moment. The chill in his spine
hadn’t subsided, almost wanting him to shake harder- attempting to raise his
head so he could look Keon in the eye, he fiddled with the metal ring in his
brow, clenching his teeth. It was true- for the most part, or at least it made
sense… somewhat, but… Keon didn’t seem like the type to send nudes during a
meeting if he didn’t have a reason. Or… he’d texted him back. Anakin was the
one who approached him, and he just…
 
“I feel like a total dick,” the older man admits, ruffling his hair with one
hand before sighing, and moving closer to Keon again. “I know you wouldn’t… do
anything like that. Fuck’s sake, I just… I don’t really do… people. You know,
just… trust issues, or whatever shit they say nowadays. It wasn’t… I just… I
like you, Keon. You seem like a fun guy. Nice, charming- whatever. I don’t know
how this even happened, but… I don’t want you to fuckin’ leave.”
 
“And I won’t..” He leaned in again, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. “Don't
worry, okay? I won't leave tonight.. we can stay here and just hang, kay?”
 
Anakin’s lip twitched in amusement, letting his hand curl around the back of
Keon’s neck, pulling his head down so he was staring the ginger directly in the
eye. “And do what?”
 
Keon smirked, pulling Anakin closer to his body. His lips briefly met his,
tongue tracing his bottom one before his fingers slipped under the frame of his
glasses and let them drop against the bedside table. “Come here.. let me show
you.”
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