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Date: 2014-03-15 10:38 pm (UTC)(1/2)
Date: 2014-03-19 10:03 am (UTC)Pesci’s eyes darted around the crowded concourse. His heart hadn’t left his throat since he was pushed out of Prosciutto’s car, the older man’s words echoing in his head and the warmth of his lips not leaving his own. He felt his face get hot again as he recalled his special pep talk.
His throat had grown tight during the silent car ride, the pit of his stomach unsettled like this drive was a roller coaster. “Aniki,” he had croaked, uncharacteristically quiet, “I’m not sure I can—“
The car jerked to the side of the road, parking haphazardly as Prosciutto grabbed Pesci’s shoulder. “Pesci, Pesci, Pesci, you can’t be doubting yourself now…” His bony hand caressed Pesci’s cheek, and the younger man recoiled slightly.
“B-but, what if I mess up?” Pesci fought to bring his eyes up to Prosciutto’s, scared he’d be met with anger, but his superior had a sympathetic look. That was even worse. He sunk back into his chair sadly. “I don’t want to do it.”
The tension in the car got heavier and Pesci wondered if Prosciutto was angry. He was his Aniki after all, and it was basically part of his job to make sure Pesci wasn’t a useless waste of space on the team. Surely he was thinking of calling Risotto and telling him they had failed, that Pesci was to be disposed of. Prosciutto gripped his shirt, and he wondered if he’d be dealt with by Grateful Dead after all.
Prosciutto yanked him forward by his shirt and kissed him roughly. Pesci’s eyes shot wide open, and he reached out to either push Prosciutto away or pull him closer, he wasn’t sure which.
The blond pulled away, not before slightly biting Pesci’s lower lip. “Pesci… What if I give you a little more… incentive.” His hands were on Pesci before he could even ask what he meant, and his face was turning bright red. “Once you finish this quick thing, this tiny easy errand… We meet in the hotel room, as planned, and… You and I can do more than kiss.”
Pesci sputtered. Had Prosciutto read his mind? He was unnerved slightly, but found himself nodding eagerly as the older man’s hands roamed more, leaning closer and kissing him again. They went on kissing, or rather Prosciutto kept kissing him, Pesci gathering enough courage to gently wrap one arm around the other man, twitching a little the more his superior touched him. As suddenly as it had started, Prosciutto had pushed him back and told him to continue with the plan, looking suspiciously red in the face.
Back in the present, he realized his target had arrived. It was easier than he ever could have imagined, simply waiting for the target to place the suitcase at his feet. Pretending his taxi had arrived, he blended in with the crowd and headed for the hotel. He was calm and collected until he got into the elevator, where he was alone for a while. His heart started racing again, but this time it wasn’t unpleasant. As he stepped out of the elevator and turned, he felt butterflies in his stomach.
Blushing to his ears, Pesci made it to the door somehow, knocking twice. He was expecting Prosciutto to open the door and mention nothing of what he had said earlier, or to claim it was a joke, and just pat him on the back for going through with it even though he was scared. He was prepared to laugh it off, but any noise he was planning on making got caught in his throat as Prosciutto opened the door.
The blond pulled him inside quickly. “I told you it would be easy,” he said softly, leaning in closer as Pesci set the case down.
(2/2)
Date: 2014-03-19 10:08 am (UTC)Prosciutto conversely looked disappointed. “Pesci… Pesci, Pesci, Pesci!” Placing his hands on either side of Pesci’s face, he lent in until their noses touched. “It’s normal to be nervous your first time. I’m proud of you for not letting your fear get the better of you! You were brave, even if you don’t think so!”
“A-Aniki…”
“I want you to know that I’m proud of you, Pesci…” With that, Prosciutto’s lips were on his again, and he was being pulled towards the bed. Pesci shakily grabbed at the older man’s clothes, awkward and nervous as ever.
Focusing too much on his tongue tangling with the other man’s, he was pushed back onto the bed, clumsily sitting back. Prosciutto smiled as he stood over Pesci, unbuttoning his jacket and shirt, sliding them off his shoulders as he watched the younger man’s reactions hungrily.
Pesci was sweating now, feeling hot and red all over. “Aniki…” He muttered, sliding his own vest off as Prosciutto crawled over him.
“Pesci,” he hissed in reply, roughly jamming their lips together again, kissing him hard as he felt up Pesci’s biceps. Pesci inwardly hoped his hands would stay there for a bit, he was already overly excited at all the attention he was getting from Prosciutto and hoped he could cool down a little.
Still kissing the older man, Pesci pulled him onto the bed a little more forcefully than he had intended. “Mmm, are you that excited, Pesci?” Prosciutto all but purred. The remaining clothing was quickly shed, and it seemed as though Pesci had been nervous over nothing again—Prosciutto was just as hard as he was, moaning sharply as Pesci touched him.
Prosciutto’s body was a little more muscular than Pesci had imagined from his clothes, but his slim frame still looked delicate in contrast with his own, and he tried to be more gentle, even though his superior’s moans were making his heart beat faster. He shifted so their cocks were pressed up against each other, and started to pump at them as gently and evenly as he could manage. It was hard enough to focus with Prosciutto’s naked body on full display for only him, but with those noises he was making…
“Mmm, Pesci, don’t tease me so much,” Prosciutto whined, suddenly pushing Pesci onto his back. Pesci was more comfortable this way, the older man taking the lead, but he wasn’t prepared when Prosciutto produced a bottle of lubricant from seemingly nowhere.
He blushed even brighter, if that was possible, covering his face and preparing himself. He had never done it before, but Pesci was prepared to let his Aniki fuck him if that was what he wanted. His heart pumped in his ears as he pictured how it would feel to have Prosciutto inside of him.
He peeked out from behind his fingers after a few moments, curious as to what was taking so long, and nearly gasped when he saw Prosciutto fingering himself. “Don’t be too impatient,” he said, panting still, “I have to prepare myself…”
“A-Aniki, I didn’t—I thought—“ He was cut off from that thought as Prosciutto slicked his cock, making him buck upwards.
“Ah, Pesci…This is your reward, after all…” Prosciutto clearly loved the way Pesci was squirming beneath him, moaning even before he slowly lowered himself onto his cock.
Pesci fought to stay completely still as the other man positioned himself, not wanting to betray his trust or accidentally hurt him. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lips as the blond moved slowly up and down. A low whine escaped him when he could open his eyes, seeing Prosciutto ride him. Despite his best efforts, the younger man found his hips jolting upwards.
When he managed to stop, however, the older man seemed disappointed. “Why did you stop, Pesci? You should enjoy your reward…” He leaned forward, kissing Pesci and stroking his chest.
“B-But Aniki, I don’t want to hurt you…”
“Are you doubting me? I assure you, I can take it…” He teased the younger man by wiggling his hips again, and Pesci couldn’t hold back. He slammed his hips into Prosciutto, hard.
“Pesci, Pesci!” Prosciutto threw back his head, moaning a bit louder. “Yes, that’s it, show me your strength…”
Despite his better judgement telling him to be gentle, Pesci’s fingers dug into Prosciutto’s hips as he thrust upwards, hard and fast. He was moaning loudly now too, though he could still hear the other man over him. Somehow, he managed to keep a steady rhythm, Prosciutto moaning with each thrust, until he was too close to the edge.
“A-Aniki, I’m going to…”
“P-Pesci!!” Prosciutto gasped before coming hard, grabbing at the sheets desperately. The blond swore under his breath as Pesci rode out his orgasm below him, whining and bucking as well.
The younger man was completely spent as Prosciutto pulled off of him, barely aware that he left the room to clean himself up, and barely awake when he came back to bed. He was nudged out of the way just enough so the older man could lay down comfortably, and he fought the urge to cuddle up to him. Just before he fully fell asleep, though, Pesci felt Prosciutto snuggle up against him.
not OP
Date: 2014-03-19 12:57 pm (UTC)OP
Date: 2014-03-20 06:35 pm (UTC)