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Mista doesn’t think about what’s going to happen after he arrives to the spacious studio apartment in the nicer side of town for the 3rd time this week. He doesn’t think about why he’s lying to his friends, saying he needed to run some errands. He doesn’t think about how he shouldn’t be messing around with another member of Passione, much less someone in the feared La Squadra Esecuzioni. Mista doesn’t think at all, and doesn’t need to when he’s lying before Risotto, asshole spread wide and drooling all over himself.
And here he was now, lying on Risotto’s desk and holding his cheeks spread wide as the man’s ten inch cock slides slowly into him. Though Risotto is dressed Mista’s clothes are long gone, knowing the positions he’s always put in will require no restrictions.
“Slow down!” Mista whines.
“If I go any slower, I wouldn’t be moving.” Risotto assures him, rubbing circles into his thighs.
“I’m sorry Daddy, you’re just too big.” Mista says this as though he’s giving Risotto an unfortunate prognosis.
“You always say that,” Risotto leans forward and kisses Mista quickly, “but I never am.”
Mista protests a few more times, never outright asking Risotto to stop, and by the time he’s filled entirely he is sweating and panting. His moans sound like he’s about to throw a tantrum as Risotto’s cock stretches him so wide it has no choice but to constantly press at Mista’s prostate. He’s blushing all over and twitching as Risotto begins to slide in and out of him, gently tracing his fingers over Mista’s aching cock. Mista squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back.
Risotto gives him a slap to the face, not full strength but still enough to make Mista’s cock jump against his own stomach. Mista’s eyes snap open and he whines, “What was that for??”
“You know you should be looking at me while I fuck you.”
Mista groans and nods, trying his hardest to keep his eyes open as waves of pleasure shoot from his groin to his toes, thanks to the slap. Risotto’s gaze would make Mista shake in his boots, if he were still wearing them. His soft whines make Risotto smirk and he pounds into him harder, wanting to hear more.
Mista gasps and begins to beg, “Lemme touch my dick, Daddy.”
Risotto doesn’t respond, instead keeping his intense eyes on Mista’s reactions.
“Daddy, please, lemme touch it!”
Finally responding, Risotto shakes his head and growls, “No.”
Mista throws his head back, eyes shutting again. “Capo please!” his cock twitches against his stomach.
Risotto slaps him, hard. “I’m not your Capo.”
“Sorry, Capo-“ another slap, “I mean, Daddy!”
“You aren’t very loyal, are you, Gunslinger? Does your Capo know you’re paying your respects to someone else?” Risotto pulls out of Mista abruptly, causing the smaller man to whine and jerk his legs at the feeling of emptiness. He puts a hand on Mista’s stomach, silently commanding him to stay, as he rifles through a desk drawer. He pulls his hand back up along with a ball gag.
“Daddyyyy…” Mista knows his whines will go ignored yet continues on anyway, “I’ll get it right.” It’s all still new to him, calling someone Daddy, even if it felt so right saying it to Risotto. And the way the dark eyed man gazed upon Mista had a power to it that confused him, as the only respectful name he’d given to any authority up to that point was ‘Capo’.
“You won’t have to.” He says, sliding the gag into Mista’s mouth and securing it tightly.
Mista’s moans are now muffled as he trembles again, taking Risotto’s cock anew. Risotto twists Mista’s nipples harshly, “You should let me pierce these for you.”
Mista regains composure for a moment to shake his head, serious. Risotto just lets out a rumbling, mocking laugh, “Fine…” He hooks Mista’s legs over his shoulders and grabs his ample hips, pounding into him harder than before.
Risotto smirks at the gasps and moans, along with the drool, coming out of Mista’s mouth. He tries to form words at times, but between the overwhelming pleasure and the gag they are only yelps and squeaks.
Risotto puts one large hand on Mista’s chest, pressing into him as he thrusts. “If you really want to cum you have to keep watching me fuck you, understood?”
Mista’s nod barely registers as he’s being fucked so hard his head was already swaying.
“Here,” Risotto begins, slowly fading from view, though the sensation of being filled to the brim again and again doesn’t leave Mista. “I’ll make it easy for you.”
As Risotto becomes completely invisible, he presses Mista’s knees up and against his own shoulders, folding him in half. Mista feels two strong hands bracing on the back of his neck, for purchase and to force him to watch his asshole being spread by Risotto’s invisible cock.
“Gunslinger…” Risotto coos, “Don’t you look so pretty. So full. Touch yourself while I fill you more.”
Mista doesn’t need to be told twice as he pumps his own cock, cumming all over himself the minute he sees Risotto’s very much not invisible cum flooding his gaping asshole.
As Risotto fazes slowly back into view, Mista doesn’t think about what it means that he’s allowed to lie limp as his gag is removed and his ass and stomach are carefully cleaned. He doesn’t think about how when they first started this thing aftercare hadn’t really been a factor. He doesn’t think about what it means that Risotto is carrying him to bed and letting Mista fall asleep on his large chest. Mista doesn’t think about why he comes back again and again. Mista doesn’t think about anything at all.