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“I told you specifically that I require someone with no sexual temptations,” Dio barked. “And you thought I wouldn’t find out?”
“I truly am sorry, Dio!” Pucci cried. “I thought I was fit… I really did. I never lusted after anyone before I met you!”
“Tch,” Dio curled his lip and turned his head away. “I had such high hopes for you, but you’re just like all the rest.”
A pang of hurt shot through Pucci. He’d been honest—all he had ever wanted was to be special to Dio. Could it be that Dio truly felt this way about him?
“I suppose I’ll just have to treat you like everyone else, too.”
Pucci yelped as Dio grabbed his legs and pried them open, leaving him squirming. A burst of arousal ached inside of him, but the terror in his chest was dulling it—
“Yellow,” Pucci called, barely able to meet Dio’s burning gaze.
“What’s wrong?” Dio’s face dropped instantly, and his touch turned gentle.
“Do you think less of me for being attracted to you?”
“Of course not, Enrico,” Dio shook his head slowly. “I’m only saying what feels natural, but none of it is true.”
Pucci inhaled and exhaled, calming himself until the tightness in his chest had subsided. “Thank you. Green.”
Dio nodded, let his expression turn stern once more, and spread Pucci’s legs again. He wasn’t as rough as before, Pucci noticed as Dio cupped a hand over his crotch.
“D-Dio!”
“Silence. Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“No!”
“Perhaps you should have thought of that before coming on to me,” Dio growled. “Clearly you are not the friend I was meant to meet.”
Pucci flattened his mouth. The safeword rested right on his tongue, but he had already called it more than once before. He couldn’t constantly be asking for reassurance in the middle of this. It was his suggestion.
To Pucci’s surprise, Dio was the one that said it. “Red. I don’t think I like this.”
“I don’t think I do, either.”
“I don’t want you to think I see you this way.”
“It feels too real… or like it could be,” Pucci agreed.
“Something else, then,” suggested Dio.
“Something that isn’t possible, maybe?”
“What if I meet you on the street?” Dio purred.
“And decide to capture me?” Enrico added hopefully. “Use me?”
“I like that. How do we emulate that?”
“The hallway can be the street,” Pucci said as he hopped off the bed. He felt a pang of nostalgia and smiled, remembering bittersweet days past of playing make-believe with Perla.
The hallway could be a street, or a cave, or a grand castle if they wanted, too. That was the way he and Perla always used to imagine things at home. It was strange to think that sex, which was something Pucci had been taught to associate with sin (or at least adulthood), brought back such innocent memories now. Nothing that Enrico did with Dio felt like sin—it felt like play.
Dio trotted eagerly behind Pucci, and before he could turn around to ask how specifically they wanted to enact the fantasy, he was pinned against the wall.
Pucci couldn’t stifle a giggle. “Ah—! Hey!”
“Hello, you sweet thing. Are you all alone out here?” Dio cooed. His cock, hard in his pants, was pressed right up against Pucci’s ass. A powerful wave of excitement washed over him, enough to make him shiver.
“What do you want from me?” Pucci said, trying to slip into character.
Dio paused. “You know, you’re never gonna believe this, but I’m actually a vampire,” he said, a dumb grin plastered on his face.
Pucci burst out laughing, elbowing Dio in the stomach. “No way, that’s stupid. I’m not even scared of you anymore,” he retorted, equally unserious.
“Damn,” Dio let go of Pucci so quickly that he nearly lost his balance. “Guess I’ll have to find someone else.”
Enrico fell apart into giggles again, reaching backwards and swinging his arm to try and locate Dio. “No, come back,” he giggled.
Dio did, indeed, come back and take his place, hip-first, and hard enough to make Pucci squeak. “If you insist,” he teased. “But I do hope you realize that you’re not going to walk out alive.”
Pucci gasped, writhing. “You mean… you’re going to kill me?”
“No, I’m going to turn you into a vampire and make you do my bidding. What else would I be talking about?” snarked Dio.
Pucci elbowed him again, turning his head just enough to sneer playfully at Dio. “I’m never going to get off if you don’t take this seriously.”
“We already tried ‘seriously’.”
Pucci rolled his eyes. “How about like… Like a seven out of ten serious?”
“Okay,” Dio smiled, giving Pucci a small kiss on the back of his head. “Seven out of ten serious. Got it.” Dio then leaned into him, his fangs just barely teasing Pucci’s neck.
“Please!” cried Pucci. “Don’t kill me!”
“Well…” Dio hummed, low and dramatic. “I could use you to satisfy my craving for blood, here and now…”
“Anything but that!”
“… Or I could, perhaps, use you to satisfy my worldly desires first…”
Pucci gasped as if he didn’t already know what was coming. Thank goodness he was facing the wall, he was smiling like a dork. “If I… ‘satisfy’ you, then will I get to live?”
“We’ll see,” Dio growled. “But you don’t really have a choice.”
Dio grasped Pucci by the back of the shirt and began dragging him towards the bedroom. Pucci held onto the collar of his shirt just to make sure he didn’t choke, but otherwise he was too excited to struggle.
“Welcome to my home.” Dio unceremoniously heaved Pucci onto the bed and pinned him down. Pucci’s heart was pounding, full with excitement.
Dio pressed his nose into Enrico’s crotch and inhaled, and he squeaked, pushing Dio’s head away. “My vampire senses tell me you have something very good waiting for me under there,” Dio said with a sly smile.
“Nooo…” Pucci shook his head and clamped his legs together coyly. “Don’t make me undress, please!”
“Oh, you’re not getting off that easily…” Dio said, hooking his fingers around Pucci’s pants. “… Or, should I say… I’m not getting off that easily?”
Pucci almost laughed. “Seven out of ten,” he reminded Dio.
“Not a joyful bone in your body,” Dio shook his head. “I suppose I’ll have to search harder for one.” He tugged Pucci’s pants down to his knees, licking his lips. “I was right. You do have something good for me.”
“No—!” Pucci gasped, but Dio’s nose and mouth were already pressed right up against his cunt.
“Mm…” Dio drew his tongue slowly across Pucci’s folds, savoring him. “You say ‘no’, but you’re so wet... I think you want this.”
Of course I do, Pucci thought.
Dio pressed his thumb to Pucci’s entrance, humming. “So tight… Are you a virgin?”
It was just like Dio to ask a question like that. “Yes,” Pucci whined. “Please, I’m going to be a priest someday! I’ll do anything else, just don’t touch me there!”
“Ah, an aspiring holy man. Such a shame that I fully intend on tainting you forever.” Dio began to press his thumb inside, but Pucci grabbed his wrist.
“W-wait,” Pucci gasped. “If you… If you only sodomize me… I’ll still be a virgin.”
Dio’s mouth fell open. ‘Really?’ he mouthed.
Pucci nodded his affirmation, and Dio giddily scrambled off the bed to fetch lubricant. Pucci knew he would like that. He returned in a flash, quickly rolling Pucci onto his stomach and propping his hips in the air.
“Hey—! Be gentle!”
“I don’t really have to, actually,” Dio dipped his thumb into Pucci’s cunt and smeared the wetness up and over his hole. Pucci could only huff into the bedsheets as he was fondled and prodded, and it wasn’t long before Dio’s fingers were slick and pressed against him.
“Nngh—It’s cold,” Pucci whined as Dio’s fingers slipped inside. He could feel himself clenching around Dio unwillingly. The look on Dio’s face told Pucci that he could see it, too.
“Then I’ll warm you up,” Dio said as he stretched Pucci open.
It was Enrico’s turn to be a smartass. “No you won’t. You’re dead.”
“Seven out of ten.”
“Shut up!” Pucci giggled, pressing himself further against Dio’s hand. “Just… keep going.”
“That doesn’t sound very much like someone who doesn’t want to be fucked,” Dio said as he pushed his fingers deeper, massaging the inside of Pucci’s walls.
“Aah—Ooh…” Pucci groaned as Dio curled his fingers in and then removed them, leaving him aching for more.
“You sound desperate,” Dio teased, rubbing his cock up against the curve of Pucci’s ass. “You know, I think you need this, whether you’ll admit it or not.”
“You’re the one that took me here! I don’t want this at all!”
“I think you do. Beg for it.”
“What? No!”
“Beg for my big vampire dick,” Dio snickered, teasing himself against Pucci’s eager hole.
“I’ll never!”
Pucci yelped as Dio grabbed his cunt, which practically swallowed Dio’s thumb. “Oh? Are you sure?” he teased as he curled his finger.
“Oohgh…” Pucci felt a mounting ache inside of him that worsened as Dio fingered him. “Never…”
It only got worse as Dio pulled his other hand around and used it to palm at Enrico’s clit, pressing the full weight of his body against his back. “Oh, God…” Pucci groaned. “H-have me… Please.”
“Have you… how?”
“Just do me already,” Pucci snapped.
“Wow,” Dio gave Pucci’s butt an affectionate squeeze before nestling the head of his cock against his asshole. “If you insist.”
He pushed inside slowly, creating a lewd squelch as lubricant met lubricant. Paired with his cock, Dio pushed three fingers deep inside of Enrico’s cunt, which was so wet that it wasn’t difficult. Pucci groaned as Dio fucked both of his holes, making his legs shake and tremble with overstimulation. Dio was trying to get every inch of him.
“That can’t be an easy position to hold.”
“It isn’t,” Dio grunted, continuing to push inside.
“I think I’d rather you just fuck me.”
“You’re so demanding. I’m only trying to make you feel good.”
“You’re trying too hard, lose the hand.”
“Fine. You’re the only guy on earth who’ll complain about having his pussy played with.”
“This is a rape fantasy, and you’re taking orders from me?”
“You’re impossible to please,” Dio laughed, nearly pulling out. “I changed my mind. I’ll fuck you however I want.”
“By all means,” groaned Pucci.
Dio slid his fingers out of Enrico’s pussy, wiping the mess on Pucci’s thigh before grabbing his hips and beginning one slow push. Pucci would have called him gross if not for the sudden fullness inside of him, stretching him out like rubber. It hurt, and it was overwhelming, but the dominating presence of Dio over him made his dick twitch and throb.
Dio went slowly, and never fully inside, but his thrusts were deep and powerful. Arousal burned so deep inside of Pucci that orgasming from the deep, filling sensation alone felt less than impossible.
“Hhgh… You don’t have to do this,” Pucci groaned as Dio pushed in deeper. “It hurts… Please, just let me go…”
“Oh, but you’ve already begged for it. How uncouth of me it would be to stop now.”
Dio kept on pushing, and Pucci lowered his face to groan into the bedsheets. It was so much. He had never taken all of Dio up the ass before.
“You’re cute.”
“You’re going to kill me.”
“Eventually, yes,” Dio said, and Pucci almost forgot they were roleplaying for a moment. “But not right now, dear.” All too soon, Dio was fully sheathed inside of Pucci, and he let out a hum of amusement. He took a moment to grope Enrico, which only made him roll his eyes.
“You’re a pervert,” he grumbled between gulps of air.
“If you didn’t want me to take you home and fuck you, perhaps you shouldn’t have such a nice butt.”
Pucci winced as Dio dug his hips further against his own, grinding back and forth. It was a subtle movement, but enough that Pucci could feel his body reacting from the inside. Dio would pull out and slowly push back in, feeding Pucci more and more of his cock until Dio was properly fucking him. It made Pucci cry and groan into the bedsheets, but the harsh sensation was worth it to hear Dio’s excited moans.
Dio pulled one hand off of Pucci’s hip to rub his clit, and it made Pucci burst into little moans. He was experiencing too many things at once, fullness and pain and pleasure all at the same time. He clenched around Dio, who let out a gasp.
“Fuck, coming—” Dio warned, pressing himself into Pucci’s back. His thrusts grew quick and sloppy, fucking Pucci like an animal before he finished inside of him.
Enrico was practically biting the bedsheet as Dio came, groaning as the thick liquid shot inside of him. He was soaking wet, dripping down his legs. There Dio stayed for a few moments, pressing himself as close to Pucci as he possibly could as his cock softened inside of him. “Fuck…” Dio huffed as he pulled out, agonizingly slow. “Good. You’re good.”
Pucci stayed with his ass in the air for a few more moments before collapsing on the bed. He felt empty, now, and still terribly horny. Thankfully, Dio was not willing to leave him unsatiated. He rolled Pucci onto his back, taking a moment just to look over him. He must’ve looked pretty pathetic at that point, Pucci thought. Hair mussed and hole gaped, soaking wet and dick still hard and twitching.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Pucci huffed.
“Sorry. Just admiring my work,” Dio grinned. “I’ll have you coming soon, don't worry. I’m sorry to make you hold out so long.”
Pucci groaned as Dio sat between his legs, fitting two fingers—no, three—inside of his cunt. Dio curled his fingers in and stretched for Pucci’s g-spot, rubbing just where it felt best. As if that wasn’t enough already, he gently thumbed Pucci’s clit, wetting it with the slick that permeated just below. “Look at you,” he purred. “I was right. You really did need this.”
“Dio,” Pucci groaned, mind too hazy to focus on his role in their fantasy. The two of them were focused completely on Pucci’s pleasure.
Dio dipped his head and pressed his lips gently to Pucci’s skin, sending ripples of sensation across him. Pucci’s mouth was agape ever so slightly, and Dio kissed him. “Go ahead, love.”
Pucci let out a weak moan, and his legs stretched and shook as he came. He clenched and unclenched around Dio’s fingers, letting out breathy little cries. A lot of it was the fact that he had been touched and teased all night, but most of it was the sensation of both dominance and gentleness that Dio provided him. He had never felt that before—never, until Dio came into his life. Pucci’s orgasm came in waves, pleasuring racing over him over and over until it was nothing more than a dull throb.
“Dio,” Pucci whispered as he came down from his high. “Dio, Dio..”
Dio touched his nose to Pucci’s cheek, curling around him like a lioness with her cub. “Pucci, Pucci,” he echoed, smiling softly.
They stayed in silence as Pucci caught his breath. The silence wasn’t as nice as the engagement of sex, Pucci thought. It was like the loneliness of coming home after a party. “You look wistful,” Dio said, brushing his fingers over Pucci’s cheek.
“It was fun playing with you, but now it’s over,” he sighed. “Now things are normal again, you know?” Bedtime after playtime, he thought.
Dio let out a small chuckle. “We’re never done playing.”
“But we’re not… role-playing anymore. I’m just Enrico again.”
“I like ‘just Enrico’,” Dio said, pressing a finger to his chest. “I’m biased in favor of him.”
“Do you like me more when we’re playing?”
“No,” Dio said with a slow shake of his head. “I like you just like this.”
“Being whiny?”
“Being vulnerable.” Dio ran a hand down Pucci’s back. “And always very honest with me. I like that about you.”
“Did you still like playing pretend with me?”
“Of course I did.”
Pucci nestled his face into Dio’s chest, allowing Dio to stroke him up and down in a soothing motion. “How do you think the story ends?”
“The story?”
“You know, like… The fantasy. Do you really kill me at the end? Or let me go?”
Dio hummed thoughtfully. “Neither. I think I keep you.”
Pucci smiled. “Do I fight you?”
“No, or not for very long,” Dio said. “You fall madly in love with me.”
Pucci laughed softly. “You think I’m that predictable?”
“A bit,” Dio said. “Or perhaps I’m just too hard not to fall for.”
The two of them lay in silence together, one heartbeat and one cycle of breath.
“…Do you want to go wash?” Dio asked after a while.
“…Yeah,” Pucci sighed, pressing his nose into Dio’s chest. “I just don’t wanna get up.”
“I’ll carry you. Then you won’t have to leave my side for even a moment.”
“…Alright,” Pucci conceded, and leaned into Dio as he was lifted with ease.
Dio was right; they never truly were done playing. At least, Enrico was certain that he was living a fantasy.