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Date: 2014-03-15 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-03-15 09:34 pm (UTC)(1/2)
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.
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Date: 2014-03-16 07:53 am (UTC)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)
Date: 2014-03-16 08:11 am (UTC)OP
Date: 2014-03-16 12:59 pm (UTC)