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Later, when they were in the sanctuary of Vincenzo’s apartment, Luca made sure to express his interest quite clearly. So what if the first phrases he learnt in Korean weren’t exactly fit for public ears.
“Teach me something in Korean, Vincenzo,” Luca murmurs into his skin. He has the other’s back pinned to the door, his hands slipping into the crisp suit Vincenzo wore today.
Vincenzo tips his head back as Luca licks up his neck, “why?” he asks. He digs fingers into Luca’s own suit, but lets the other do as he pleases. He hadn’t expected Luca to have… such a reaction to today’s revelation.
Pulling back, Luca shoots him an incredulous look. “Are you kidding?” he asks, wrapping an arm around Vincenzo’s waist and pulling him close. He has to look down now, at Vincenzo – who had once been the same height as he – and says into his ear, “I like the way you sound speaking it.”
He revels in the rush of blood that pinkens the flesh by his lips; an uncharacteristic show of humanity for the Consigliere. Before the other can gather his wits, Luca snakes a hand under a thigh and then hefts Vincenzo up. A gasp of his name has Luca hiding a grin into Vincenzo’s suit. He knows just how much his Consigliere secretly enjoys being manhandled; though he would never have allowed anyone to do so until Luca.
Walking them to the bedroom, Luca deposits Vincenzo on the bed and then steps back to hastily begin divesting himself of his outer clothes. He smirks a little when Vincenzo watches with a hot gaze, “what do you want me to do, Vincenzo?” he places a knee on the bed. “I’ll do anything you want,” he trails a hand down the other’s leg, slipping off a shoe, and then the other.
Luca presses a kiss to Vincenzo’s ankle, his eyes never leaving Vincenzo’s. The elder’s mouth is slack, breathing slow but heavy as they watch Luca slowly climb further until he’s got his hands on Vincenzo’s pants. Luca slows his movements, teasing the zipper and cloth within, waiting.
He’s finally rewarded when Vincenzo wets his lips and says, “” He’s more than able to put the context together when Vincenzo’s gaze drops to Luca’s lips, and Luca is more than happy to oblige.
Luca narrowly blocks the knee to his head with a quick hand, pressing it back down to the bed firmly as he keeps the fingers of his other wrapped around the base of Vincenzo’s dick. He smirks around the length in his mouth, sending an impish look up at the other.
Vincenzo has a hand in his hair, another wound tight in the sheets above his head, as his body trembles through another wave of denied pleasure. His jaw is clenched, petulantly defiant. He tries once more to kick at Luca, but he knew he’d made a mistake, letting it get this far.
He shouldn’t have let Luca get the upper hand on him like this, and now the younger was gleefully holding him right on the edge. The pleasure making his limbs uncooperative, his movements weak, his resistance inconsequential. Vincenzo pants when Luca pulls off, giving him reprieve to say, yet again, “ Enzo.”
Taking advantage of Vincenzo’s closed eyes as he tries to gather himself, Luca sucks on his own fingers and then waits until Vincenzo breathily says, “” The words break off abruptly as fingers enter him, and crook expertly inside.
Luca feels powerful, watching Vincenzo’s hips buck and those eyes snap open to glare at him. He smiles widely as he presses firmly against Vincenzo’s prostate, and watches the other’s leg dig into the bed and his head turn to the side to smother a moan into the sheets.
When it seems like Vincenzo’s about to crack a tooth with how hard he’s clenching, and Luca’s about to let up and give up, the other opens his mouth to say, softly, “” Luca, blinks, his fingers stuttering and stalling for a moment, before his face brightens and he leans closer.
Clearly throwing his hesitation to the wind, Vincenzo meets his eyes as he continues rambling in Korean; “” Vincenzo is caught off guard by a groan as Luca resumes stroking his cock.
He can almost taste his release when Luca stops and wraps fingers around the base again. Vincenzo damn-near punches him in the face for it. The younger simply evades the half-hearted strike, damn him. “I want you to say ‘fuck me’,” he says.
Vincenzo narrows his eyes at him, and their stare-down lasts a good minute, but this time Luca isn’t willing to give up. Vincenzo lets out a breath and then mutters, “”
His eyes jump up to Luca’s, the latter’s eyes searching and curious as he wonders, “are you telling the truth? How do I know you’re not just calling me a bastard’?” He chuckles when Vincenzo shoots him an exasperated look, its strength diminished by the flush on his cheeks and the way his body still writhes and twists under him; Luca’s fingers never letting up this whole time.
“” Vincenzo jerks as Luca scrapes a nail over his prostate. His voice wavers as he finally just mutters, “”
It’s as close as Luca’s ever heard to Vincenzo begging, and he can’t hold himself back any longer as he scrambles for the bottle of lube, pulls his fingers out and then thrusts himself in. They both moan, and it only takes a few thrusts and pulls of his wrist to bring Vincenzo to completion.
Luca hasn’t come, but he needs a moment to gather himself from that experience, so he just catches his breath for a moment. He hasn’t recovered from the sudden spike in arousal when Vincenzo surges up and shoves him. He goes tumbling down, and by the time Luca’s brain catches up, it’s to the sight of Vincenzo over him.
Vincenzo swings a leg around, placing it on Luca’s chest as he pushes and Luca’s cock slips out. Still pinned under the elder’s foot, Luca makes an involuntary sound at the loss, even as he stares up at Vincenzo looming over him. A sharp smile flashes a hint of Vincenzo’s canines at him, and Luca shivers as his instincts go into overdrive.
Shivering at the dark threat in his voice, Luca can only give in and accept his fate. Though he silently revels in the fact that he did get Vincenzo to speak to him in that low, staccato-like language to him the rest of the night. Even if it earned him a limp and numerous bruises and injuries all over.