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The alley they stood in was narrow, the cobblestone streets slick with rain that had been falling since morning. The faint echo of distant carriages rumbled through the city, but not the one they were waiting for.
Their own was late, hence why they had stepped aside to shield themselves from the rain.
Dottore's back was facing the empty street, Pantalone right infront of him, messing with his hair and checking whether his glasses got smudged by the rain. He shifted from foot to foot, seemingly unable to stay still.
Dottore watched him with a narrowed gaze behind his mask, watching the way Pantalone’s fingers twitched against the fabric of his gloves, the way he clenched his jaw every time a particularly sharp gust of wind cut through the alley.
"You seem… jittery today" Dottore remarked. He knew Pantalone well, too well and this nervous energy, the subtle tension in his posture, it didn’t go unnoticed to him.
Pantalone didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he glanced over at his husband.
The usual glint in his eyes was dimmed by the cold, the frustration of the late carriage, and something more…
"I’m pent up" Pantalone said, the words slipping from his lips, he wasn't ashamed to confess such a thing. Dottore was his husband after all. "Is that what you wanted me to confess? That I'm horny, hard and have been fighting a boner this entire day. Waiting the whole day to go home and get fucked."
Dottore’s eyebrow quirked at the response. So straightforward, as always. Pantalone sometimes had days as such, and he did too though they were kind of rare.
"..Perhaps I should help with that."
The alley around them seemed to grow colder, the wind picking up as Dottore’s hand slid to Pantalone’s neck, his thumb pressing against the pulse point, feeling the frantic thrum of his heartbeat. Pantalone’s eyes fluttered, a small shiver running through him.
"I’d be most… appreciative my dear" Pantalone whispered. He couldn't even wait to get home at this point.
Dottore moved his hand back, he bit down on the tip of his glove, pulling it off with a satisfying tug, letting the wet leather slide from his fingers. His hand was bare now. He tucked it somewhere inside his pocket before stepping closer to the other.
His hand moved toward Pantalone’s face, fingers trailing down to his lips, brushing across the smooth line of them. "Such a pretty mouth" he murmured. His finger traced the seam of Pantalone’s lips one last time before pressing gently against them, applying just enough pressure to coax them open.
Pantalone’s throat tightened in anticipation as Dottore’s fingers hovered near his mouth, he swallowed before parting his lips further.
Pantalone’s lips, his breath shaky, eyes slightly open, he looked kind of pleading. He didn’t speak, but Dottore didn’t need him to.
Without another word, Dottore’s other hand found the edge of Pantalone’s jaw, tipping his head back, just enough to expose the vulnerable line of his throat. Then, with a fluid motion, he thrust two fingers down Pantalone’s throat, forceful but the other loved it.
Pantalone shut his eyes, a soft gasp leaving his mouth as he took the fingers into his mouth, his tongue wrapped around them, coating them with his saliva even more. His eyes watered, his body instinctively bucking as Dottore’s finger pressed deeper, curling against the top of his mouth. Pantalone’s throat clenched involuntarily, a reflex that only made Dottore smirk.
"That’s it… hold it, you can do better."
His gaze never left Pantalone’s face, watching for every flicker of discomfort or pleasure. Pantalone, usually so composed, so in control, was now a mess of desperation and raw need, completely at the mercy of his husband in a random alleyway. His knees buckled beneath him as his throat was getting thrusted into.
Dottore twisted his finger once, then again, pushing deeper, feeling the way Pantalone’s breath hitched with each movement. The way the man’s hands gripped his own coat, fingers clutching at the fabric like a lifeline, though he couldn’t hide the way his body responded to the pressure. The fabric of his pants seemed tighter, and his tongue wasn't slowing down either. He knew Pantalone loved it, desired it even.
At some point Dottore had pulled his hand away. About to say some corny like like 'how about something bigger in your mouth' or something just as bad, but Pantalone’s hand shot out with surprising speed, grasping the doctor’s wrist in a firm grip. His fingers were almost urgent as they encircled Dottore’s wrist, pulling his hand back toward him. His lips parted, the hunger in his eyes evident as he drew Dottore’s fingers back into his mouth without hesitation.
Dottore's breath hitched, the words he was about to say fleeting, his own pulse quickening as Pantalone’s mouth parted wider, his tongue flicking against the wetness of Dottore’s fingers, drawing them into his mouth greedily, deeper. He sucked on them slowly at first, his lips sealing around Dottore’s fingers, testing the way they filled his mouth. There was a desperation in his movements, the way his tongue slid across each knuckle, lapping at the slickness of his own saliva, gasping around them, pressing his tongue between the fingers and prying them apart until every part was soaked.
Dottore’s gaze was fixated on him, he looked so good like that, with his mouth busy and full. "Enough..use that mouth on something else." He finally said, barely, as much as he loved the sight he couldn’t ignore his own growing boner.
Pantalone then pulled off and gave a nod in return, letting Dottore’s hand fall from his grip as he wiped at his mouth. A bit of saliva covering his chin. He ran his hand over Dottore’s waist and thighs before squatting before him.
Yes he was horny, but he'd rather die of not having sex rather than kneel on the dirty wet floor which was the alleyway.
His hands worked on unzipping Dottore’s pants, slowly, teasingly moving over the obvious bulge. "So hard for me" he muttered, his hands rested against Dottore's thighs, holding on as he leaned closer, pressing his face to the fabric of his lovers underwear. He gripped the hem with his teeth and slowly pulled them down, the moment Dottore’s cock was out of its confined space he pressed a kiss to the tip.
The cold weather only made Dottore’s cock harder, wind whipping all around them as he stood there.
It wasn't a rare sight for Pantalone at all. He had seen his husbands shaft countless times. His grip tightened a bit as he leaned in, licking over the sides, flicking his tongue over the obvious veins.
Dottore lifted his arm, using the long drape of the sleeve of his coat to cover Pantalone up from the side. No one would be passing by, he knew that, but, just in case. He sighed at the feeling and only stared at the sight.
"Just like that.." he muttered while reaching down with his other hand, using it to move a few strands from Pantalone’s face. He tucked them behind Pantalone’s ear before grabbing the rest into a not so neat ponytail, but that was better than it getting dirty.
He could already imagine the earful he'd receive if that happened.
Pantalone didn't speak, he only allowed Dottore to do so he pleased. His lips opened, wrapping around the tip before taking the cock deeper down his throat. Pantalone was basically a pro at swallowing Dottore down at this point, his throat had memorized its size, shape and each detail over the past years. "Mh.." he whined involuntary, it just slipped out as he took more of his size in.
"I know you can take it, open wider" Dottore said while using the grip he had on Pantalone’s hair to guide him lower, to take his cock deeper. When he could feel Pantalone’s nose pressing against his pubic area he gripped his hair tighter, forcing him to stay like that. Engulfed by warmth like that in such a cold area, it felt like heaven.
Pantalone didn’t mind, he swallowed around his shaft, eyes closed as his grip around Dottore’s thighs only tightened.
"Mgh..mm.." Each and every moan, or sound that came from Pantalone’s lips sent vibrations down Dottore’s cock and it felt wonderful. He shivered at the feeling.
When he had the mental image of Pantalone's face against his abdomen while his cock was down his throat, saved in his head, he gave the ponytail he was holding a hard tug. His cock slipped out of Pantalone’s mouth in an instant and the other could only gasp and swallow the built up saliva and precum in his mouth. He glanced up at Dottore before looking down at the mans cock again, it was glistening from how covered in saliva it was. His breaths came ragged, yet his head was fixed in one place from Dottore’s grip. "Dottore, I want it please" he leaned in, kissing his husbands tip repeatedly. "Inside me.." His own boner was now in the picture, very obvious, pushing against the seams of his pants, almost threatening to break them apart.
Dottore watched him, he wanted to give in, he really did, but he knew just how much off edge he could push Pantalone. His grip tightened around the soft hair strands one more time. "Open" and Pantalone obeyed, his mouth agape and tongue stuck out.
"Just a bit more and I'll give you what you want, alright? Be good and take me down your throat again." He whispered, as if there was someone to hear.
In reality it had been a long time since they had last done something sexual, so both were pent up and pretty sensitive, and, also couldn't hold back for much longer.
Dottore pushed Pantalone’s head down again, without warning, manhandling his head forward and backwards. Basically throat fucking his beloved, yet the other gave no complaints or sighs of wanting to stop. He only closed his eyes and kept his mouth open for him to use as he pleased.
After a few long and annoyingly slow moves Dottore’s grip tightened, his teeth clenched as he finally pulled out of Pantalone’s warm mouth.
The change in temperature and the built up pleasure caused him to sigh. He held Pantalone in one spot as he came over the mans face, maybe it was intentional or maybe it wasn't. Who knew, and who would ask.
Some of it landed in Pantalone’s mouth, most of it covered the lenses of his beautiful slim glasses though. A few drops stayed on the mans cheek.
And as much as Pantalone wanted to sigh and roll his eyes, along with scolding his husband for getting his glasses dirty, he figured this wasn't the time for that. Later perhaps, now, he was still too pent up and needy to think about it.
He swallowed what was in his mouth and licked off what was on his lips before bringing his head closer and cleaning up what was left on Dottore’s cock. He slowly sucked it off, teasing, but also not wanting to overstimulate his beloved. Whatever he managed to scrape off he swallowed.
Dottore only grunted in reply, he lowered his gaze to Pantalone, reaching down to grip his chin and tilt his head side to side. The way his cum clung to his glasses, the way Pantalone looked with them still on. It turned him on all over again, his cock twitched, slowly beginning to harden once more. "You look beautiful like this" he said while letting go of Pantalone’s chin, yet his eyes still fixated on those glasses. He also let go of the mans hair, still tucking a few strands behind his ears.
Pantalone tched "Pervert."
Dottore raised an eyebrow. "Look who's talking."
Pantalone rolled his eyes. His face still flushed and still slightly panting from what had just happened moments ago. He stood up with a soft groan, almost losing his footing for a moment. The numbness in his legs made itself known, he had been sqatting for too long, and also he couldn't see clearly, his glasses were still obstructed.
Dottore's hand shot out almost immediately, gripping Pantalone’s arm.
"Careful" he said while gently pulling him closer.
Pantalone’s chest heaved with shallow breaths as he tried to adjust himself, his legs still weak beneath him. "I’m fine" he muttered, though it was barely audible over the soft patter of the rain. He lowered his glasses, letting them hang around his neck via the chain. His vision still unclear but at least his cum stained glasses were no longer on his nose.
"You sure?" Dottore asked again, his voice low, trying not to dim the mood but also just making sure. "You want to continue? Or should we just… wait for the carriage?" He continued while looking at his husband.
"As if I can wait any longer" Pantalone replied.
As if either of them could wait any more!
They were already past the point of no return. They were going to fuck in that alley one way or another.
"Patience has never been one of your virtues, has it?" Dottore teased while guiding Pantalone deeper into the alley. At least they should be safe, and Pantalone wasn't the quietest guy around so, better safe than sorry.
Pantalone’s hand shot out, grasping Dottore’s collar with a swift motion, his fingers tightening around the fabric. His hazy gaze was locked onto the man.
"I don’t need patience" Pantalone said, his voice a low growl as he pulled Dottore in, his face mere inches away now. "What I need is you to fuck me, right here, and right now. Got it?" He furrowed his eyebrows before letting go.
Dottore only chuckled in reply.
"Yes dear. Hands on the wall."
Pantalone hesitated for a moment, not because he didn't want to, he obviously did, but the germs...the disgusting grimmy wall...he bit his lip and swallowed down his ego. At least he had gloves on, thankfully. He placed his palms against the wall and sighed. The chain connected to his glasses clinking ever so softly whenever he moved.
Dottore placed both of his hands on Pantalone’s waist, urging him to stick his butt out so he wasn't standing completely stoic against the wall. He moved Pantalone’s coat to the side before finally lowering his pants. He pressed a finger to the rim of his hole before Pantalone shook his head.
"No need... just put it in, I did it earlier." He then lowered his head again, almost embarrassed to confess that. "I told you.. I've been waiting the whole day." He added, almost too quiet to hear.
"..Pervert." Dottore said, his tone teasing and playful, poking fun at what Pantalone had told him earlier.
At that the other sighed and lowered his hips. He couldn't even argue or continue the conversation, he just wanted it badly.
His breath fogged as he stared at the wall before him, gripping at it with his fingers yet there was nothing to grip, so he was just scraping.
At that point Dottore decided to stop with his teasing, he moved forward, grasping the base of his cock and pressing his tip against the entrance. One of his hands still held onto Pantalone’s waist, the other still gripped his base, slowly pushing inside.
The warmth and the feeling was addictive in a way. He could barely stop himself from just thrusting as deep as he could. When his whole length was inside, he pulled his hand away, it once again found itself in Pantalone’s hair.
Pantalone on the other hand, sighed at the feeling, grunted and then moaned. His insides were twitching and it felt so good being filled after such a long day. His hands scraped the wall again, head hanging low until it was forced backwards by Dottore’s hand. That only made it easier for moans to slip past his open lips. "So good..ah.." he whined, legs quivering beneath him at the long awaited feeling. He coulr barely contain his sounds and Dottore was yet to even move.
"Shh..be quiet unless you want everyone to hear you." Dottore whispered while starting to move, he pulled out almost completely, Pantalone whined at that, before he thrusted back inside.
Quiet, that was impossible. Plus Pantalone didn’t care, there was no one to hear, and even if they did, how would they know it was him. Unless he was screaming Dottore’s name every second.
"Right there! Ugh.." he bit his lip, almost harshly enough to draw blood. "Faster Dottore" he muttered while closing his eyes.
Brain almost immediately shortcircuting from the underwhelming pleasure.
And Dottore did as told, his fist clenched around Pantalone’s hair and tugged back harsly. His thrusts now became faster instead of harder, yet he still made sure he rammed into that one spot each and every time he moved. "So good" he muttered under his breath while picking up the pace even more. It has been so long since they actually had sex, it felt like he was floating on cloud nine every time his tip pressed up against those tight walls.
For some time the only sound in the alley was skin slapping, along with Pantalone's moans and the rain picking up heavier.
Thank Archons for that rain or else they would've been caught long before they even started.
Sadly, neither could indulge any longer, the moment Dottore’s cock slipped out, and before he could thrust back in, he heard the familiar sound of a carriage.
THEIR carriage.
He glanced behind himself at the entrance of the alley, thankfully it had stopped right before it. He sighed.
Out of all times it had to be now!
He zipped up his pants and helped Pantalone fix his own, along with his coat.
Pantalone glanced back at him, still in a gaze, eyes glossy, confused as to why he had stopped. "What happened..? Continue.." he mumbled under his breath. The front of his pants was soaked with pre-cum, the black pants only seeming darker in that one spot.
Dottore reached over and fixed his husbands hair.
"The carriage is finally here, we'll continue at home." He replied, his voice cool and unruffled, but there was a trace of something else there, something almost disappointing. He didn't want to stop either, that much was obvious. "Come, I'll help you" he grasped Pantalone’s wrist and lead him out of the claustrophobic space, with his free hand he reached out and fixed his mans hair, just a few strands out of place. Yet the curls at the bottom were all messed up from the earlier tugging.
Pantalone straightened himself, yet his legs still wobbles, stopping so suddenly had its effects on him. He was still softly panting yet that was too quiet for anyone to hear. He gripped the side of Dottore’s coat so he could hold on without losing balance.
When they reached the familiar sidewalk the driver, soaked through, opened the door and gave a polite nod in their direction, the steamy warmth of the interior almost inviting after the chill of the alley.
They didn’t say anything, just moved inside, though Dottore ushered Pantalone inside first. He'll scold the driver for being late some other time.
When they were seated, Pantalone immediately turned his gaze to Dottore.
"I can't wait until home..I want to cum" he whispered.
There was no need to, the sounds of the carriage moving and the rain falling on top of the roof muffled them completely.
He leaned his head against Dottore’s shoulder. Legs spread, how rare. Pantalone always crossed them, yet now he was too desperate to think of anything besides ejaculating. Dottore had teased him too much, and they were interrupted right before the best part
"Mm..Dottore I want to cum" Pantalone kept repeating in that same soft yet desperate tone. Begging almost. He pulled his gloves off, a few rings clattering to the floor along with it. His fingers found the zipper of his pants and tugged it down. Even that small touch against his boner made him shiver. When his hands finally made contact with the organ he gasped, it felt so good, too good almost. He could probably cum just from that alone. His slim fingers moved up and down, over his tip all the way to the base until he finally grasped it fully in his hand. Slowly jerking up and down.
Moans slipped past his parted lips, quiet pleas for something, and names followed quickly along. 'Dottore' 'Zandik' 'darling', all for the same man who still had no intention of stopping his teasing. The man who didn't care how close he was or how flushed his desperate prick had turned.
"Stop"
And Pantalone’s hand hesitantly stilled, he didn't know why he listened but he did. His hand unwrapped itself from his shaft and he was left breathless. The pre cum coming out more and more, he was close, so damn close. His poor cock was throbbing and begging for release.
Yet once again Dottore had fun in doing this.
"..Go ahead" he said after a few seconds.
And Pantalone's hand gripped the base again, he barely got a single stroke in when,
"Hand off"
And he did, gripping the seat beneath him, his cock swayed side to side, hips aimlessly moving upwards. "Ugh! Please..I want to cum, I want to" he begged his husband, lifting his gaze and opening his eyes to look at him. It almost seemed like there was a tear in his inner corner.
"Please Dottore..I can't anymore" he reached towards his dick yet still awaited the other to 'allow' him.
"How badly?" Dottore questioned.
"Really..ah! Really badly!" Pantalone replied with a bit too much enthusiasm.
Dottore crossed his arms "Five seconds, if you don't make it, I'll have you wait until we get home."
When Dottore began his countdown, almost immediately after that sentence and with a sharp, 'one'.
Pantalone’s hand immediately shot up, moving up his cock and stroking. His hips buckled as he melted into the seat, moving his hand up and down, rubbing over the sensitive tip as much as he could.
"Two."
Pantalone’s breathing hitched, pants mixed with moans as he continued his movements, inside his boots his toes were curling from the pleasure, and the 'threat' of if he manages to make it in time.
"Three." This one Dottore said in a more sing-sang tone, his eyes locked onto Pantalone’s dick, the way it moved and the way his husbands hand moved around it. So desperate, so fast.
"Four."
A grunt a moan and a few more silent pleas left Pantalone’s lips.
The moment Dottore got to five, Pantalone came, white covering his thighs and even getting onto the floor. His body spasmed and he barely had the time to moan as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His head fell against Dottore’s shoulder as he took in deep breaths, almost gasps as he finally released. His hand twitched, covered in semen, and so did his cock. Small droplets of cum still came out shortly after he came.
"Fuck.." he whispered, something in his brain tingling as his body slowly started to ride down its high.
"You did so well" Dottore mumbled while pressing a kiss to his husbands sweat slick forehead. He pulled out a handkerchief and held it out towards the other. Though there was no way they'd be able to clean up everything. The mess was too much.
Pantalone only nodded in return, his body twitching slightly as he sat still against him. His head lolled to the side as he opened his eyes finally.
"Fucking tease.." he mumbled under his breath.
Dottore chuckled at that. "You liked it."
Pantalone rolled his eyes, he obviously did enjoy it a lot. Plus it felt a lot better to release after being edged on for so long.