Quiet days don't come often for Doppio; as the Boss's most trusted and reliable subordinate, he's constantly at work. That doesn't bother him at all, though. It's a part of his job, and he'll work restlessly if it pleases Diavolo.
Taking advantage of his down time, he picks up groceries. It's a quick in and out run to a nearby market, and within an hour he's walking into his apartment with a few plastic bags strung along his arms. There's not really anything else worth doing, and what if Boss calls him for something? The phone is unpredictable and could ring at any moment! It's very important he's available to pick it up. Essential, even.
Doppio's heart flutters when he thinks about their last call.
"Doppio," The boss had initiated, just like always. "My precious, darling Doppio..."
As he bends down to leave the bags on the floor, the boy's freckled face begins to turn a deep red. Diavolo's words repeat over and over until he's practically purring his name; had Boss really spoken to him like that?
Doppio doesn't waste any time trying to remember. His fingers are already curled into the belt loop of his pants, moving to hastily tug the zipper down. He can't help himself, not when he's thinking of the Boss praising him, rewarding him with his voice. The waistband of his underwear is tugged down and his dick springs free, already desperate for attention.
He lays back on his futon, scrambling toward the coffee table to pull open a drawer and retrieve a small bottle of lubricant. Doppio is usually too busy serving the Boss to consider serving himself... but he's allowed him to have a little time to himself today. He's sure that won't keep him from knowing what he's up to, however. Boss has a way of keeping a close eye on him.
In the back of his mind, he enjoys knowing that Diavolo watches him do this.
Emptying a bit of the bottle's contents into his trembling hand, he rubs it liberally along his length, a quiet moan escaping him before he even begins to pump.
He's nearly scared out of his skin when the phone nearby starts ringing. Doppio flushes shamefully, but he can feel himself throbbing in his hand once his body realizes who it is on the other line. He knows he has to pick up.
With his free hand he lifts the phone, pressing it to his ear.
"Good afternoon, Doppio. Are you enjoying yourself?"
The boy's tongue begins to move before he even realizes it.
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Date: 2014-03-16 07:52 am (UTC)Quiet days don't come often for Doppio; as the Boss's most trusted and reliable subordinate, he's constantly at work. That doesn't bother him at all, though. It's a part of his job, and he'll work restlessly if it pleases Diavolo.
Taking advantage of his down time, he picks up groceries. It's a quick in and out run to a nearby market, and within an hour he's walking into his apartment with a few plastic bags strung along his arms. There's not really anything else worth doing, and what if Boss calls him for something? The phone is unpredictable and could ring at any moment! It's very important he's available to pick it up. Essential, even.
Doppio's heart flutters when he thinks about their last call.
"Doppio," The boss had initiated, just like always. "My precious, darling Doppio..."
As he bends down to leave the bags on the floor, the boy's freckled face begins to turn a deep red. Diavolo's words repeat over and over until he's practically purring his name; had Boss really spoken to him like that?
Doppio doesn't waste any time trying to remember. His fingers are already curled into the belt loop of his pants, moving to hastily tug the zipper down. He can't help himself, not when he's thinking of the Boss praising him, rewarding him with his voice. The waistband of his underwear is tugged down and his dick springs free, already desperate for attention.
He lays back on his futon, scrambling toward the coffee table to pull open a drawer and retrieve a small bottle of lubricant. Doppio is usually too busy serving the Boss to consider serving himself... but he's allowed him to have a little time to himself today. He's sure that won't keep him from knowing what he's up to, however. Boss has a way of keeping a close eye on him.
In the back of his mind, he enjoys knowing that Diavolo watches him do this.
Emptying a bit of the bottle's contents into his trembling hand, he rubs it liberally along his length, a quiet moan escaping him before he even begins to pump.
He's nearly scared out of his skin when the phone nearby starts ringing. Doppio flushes shamefully, but he can feel himself throbbing in his hand once his body realizes who it is on the other line. He knows he has to pick up.
With his free hand he lifts the phone, pressing it to his ear.
"Good afternoon, Doppio. Are you enjoying yourself?"
The boy's tongue begins to move before he even realizes it.