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Prompt posting format!!:
Characters + and/or pairings, followed by kink, followed by short description if you want to get more technical in your request.
Please reread the basic etiquette/rules up here if you're still confused.
If you have any questions/comments, just tweet @mitler. Because I'm too lazy to make a mod post. That's weird.
!! FILLED PROMPTS !! , organized with a tag system.
CURRENT UNFILLED PROMPTS: 42
(2/2)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-16 07:53 am (UTC)(link)Pausing, he waits for Diavolo's voice once more.
"Do keep going then. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you? My sweet, sweet Doppio..."
He listens closely, just as he always does, and he swears he can hear the Boss breathing, every inhale becoming more and more heavy. Its effect on Doppio is unmistakable; his narrow hips buck into his hand with increased vigor and passion. Before the call, this was for his own benefit. Now he's performing for Diavolo, eagerly trying to please.
There's a deep breath on the other line before the Boss continues to speak.
"Beg for me, Doppio," He demands, and his subordinate complies.
"Boss...!" Doppio gasps, teeth pressing down on his lip. "P-Please."
A pause. When there's no response, Doppio knows he's keeping Diavolo waiting, and his heart jolts in his chest with the urgency to continue.
"Please, Boss... please, ah...," He cries, fantasizing that his hand is Diavolo's. Within moments his dedication overrides his bashfullness, fearful of the consequences if he keeps his mouth shut.
"Boss," Doppio whines, giving in to his touch, "Please... fuck me, please..."
He could go on forever, but he keeps his breath steady enough to listen to the Boss. The sound of the other man's lips parting into a smile gives him a stomach full of fluttering butterflies, and the tightness in his groin is building to an unmanageable level.
"Of course, my Doppio. You need only ask."
With his permission granted, Doppio moans loudly as thoughts of Diavolo making him his in more than title flood his mind. He's close, too close, fantasizing about the Boss fucking him from behind, whispering praise into his ear, rutting into him and confiding in him fully. He imagines the sharp breaths of his Boss, head resting in the crook of his neck as he comes inside him.
His vision jerks his hips forward one more time before Doppio hits his climax with a cry, small, murmured 'boss's leaving his lips as he spills thick, pearly ropes of cum onto his exposed midriff. On the other end he can vaguely hear shallow panting before the sound of a phone meeting the receiver unceremoniously cuts it off.
In a euphoric daze he leans back into the futon, pulling off his top to clean himself up and tossing it aside nonchalantly. His own phone is placed back on its stand, and he dozes off with a feeling of warm radiance, clutching the futon pillow to his bare chest to help him imagine the post-sex cuddling.
Re: (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-16 08:11 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2014-03-16 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)