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It had been a long drive over to Sicily, and Formaggio was finally glad to be laying down. He lazed around in nothing but his boxers and one of Risotto’s old band T-shirts while his boyfriend went out to get groceries. Despite the heavy thrum of rain droplets against the roof, the air was languid and warm inside their rented holiday home, lulling Formaggio to a near-sleeplike state of calm. Hell, he would’ve gone to sleep if he wasn’t sure Risotto had a surprise waiting for him. This was the kind of relaxation they needed away from their hectic lives, sometimes it felt good to do jack shit on the couch and fuck for a week instead of carrying out assassinations for Italy’s most powerful gang.
This was what Risotto needed most of all. Being the workaholic he was, he needed to be physically pried away from work to get him to stop for once. Taking him to his hometown would be one way to do it.
The sofa was so snug and comfy against Formaggio’s bare legs but it didn’t compare to sitting on Risotto’s wide thighs, cuddling against his chest and just talking for hours. He was a good listener, and every hum of acknowledgement and slight chuckle Formaggio could pull from him was a blessing. Interrupting his daydream, Risotto opened the door with an unfamiliar ‘click’. He must’ve assumed Formaggio was asleep and quieter than usual.
“Welcome home, big guy.” Formaggio yelled, posing on the couch seductively for when Risotto took off his shoes and coat and came into the lounge. He was surprised to find Formaggio awake for once after being left unattended in such a soothing environment. All he was missing was the comfort of a cat next to him and a bowl of extra cheesy nachos. “Whatcha got there?” He gestured lazily to the paper bag in Risotto’s left hand, “Is it food? I’m hungry as shit.” Risotto didn’t respond. In fact, he walked straight past Formaggio to the kitchen counter and put the bag down.
So that was how he would play the game. Formaggio could play along. Sighing, over-dramatically, he followed behind Risotto and wrapped his arms around his waist. “I said, whatcha got?” He attempted to peer over the tall goth’s shoulder, standing on his tiptoes, but to no avail, “C’mon, baby, the suspense is killin’ me.”
“Are you enjoying Sicilia?” Risotto asked, a small smile on his lips hidden by the fact he had his back to Formaggio.
“Aw, c’mon, honey...” Exasperated, Formaggio attempted to move Risotto out of the way. Instead, Risotto turned around to face his smaller lover before picking him up and placing him on the kitchen counter beside the bag. Immediately, he reached out to grab it. His hand wrapped around something tall, long and...cold. What the fuck. He pulled it out and it was not what he was expecting at all. In his hand was a tall orange bottle of wine.
“I wanted to show you a few things from my home, amore.” Risotto answered him, plucking the wine bottle from his hands with ease. He leaned in with the bottle out of reach, barely brushing lips with Formaggio, “I hope you have an appetite for it...” The way he said ‘appetite’ sent shivers down Formaggio’s spine, as well as the fact he could feel the words as Riz spoke. The bottle was gently placed aside so the two could focus on each other in the moment.
“Goddamn...” He muttered under his breath, inching ever so much closer to his boyfriend. Their lips touched before Risotto took initiative, pressing himself against Formaggio. The kiss was instantly heated, with both parties devouring each other as if they had been starving. Risotto’s tongue parted his lover’s lips and explored his mouth, dominating. His hands wandered and settled on Formaggio’s thighs, lifting them to wrap them around his waist. He could feel the shorter man’s growing erection.
“Hard already?” Risotto teased once he parted from the kiss, sliding one hand up his thigh to his hip to stroke his bulge with his thumb. Formaggio moaned, anchoring himself to Risotto with both hands in his hair.
“Y-yeah...what’d you expect?” There was that quiet laugh from Risotto again, then he pried himself from him to fetch the wine. Of course not without a disappointed whine from Formaggio. He was in for something much better though, and a part of him already knew it. Since when was Risotto of all people one to disappoint?
“Close your eyes.” He didn’t hesitate. Neither of them did. Formaggio shut his eyes and waited eagerly for Risotto’s next move. “Safeword?”
“Bongwater- oh fuck!”
Formaggio yelped at a sudden cold sensation in his lap, realising Risotto was pressing the bottle against his clothed cock. The gentle stroking was driving him crazy, the cold was making him oversensitive. “Fuuuuuck...” He spread his legs to give Riz more access to between his legs, letting him brush the bottle down his taint to his puckered asshole. “A-ahhh...” He shivered. Cold glass trailed up and down his skin, nipping at the parts left bare. Risotto pressed a warm hand to his inner thigh. Relief.
All Formaggio could focus on then was the heat radiating from Risotto’s palm, climbing closer and closer to his aching dick. When his fingers traced over his balls, he tipped his head back and groaned, gripping Risotto’s wrist to encourage him further. “R-right there...”
“Don’t you want to actually taste it?” He pulled his hand away, making Formaggio buck his hips up for a moment to try and recover the contact. His dark eyes fluttered open, clouded with lust and just begging Risotto for more. Although he’d already gone to the cupboard to grab some wine glasses. Bastard.
“You’re so unfair.” Formaggio protested. Until he noticed Risotto only had one wine glass in his hand, and he was filling it up generously. Then he looked over at him with the widest smirk he could manage and toasted his glass.
“A saluti.” The wine passed Risotto’s lips as he tipped up his glass, and Formaggio could only watch his Adam’s apple bob while he gulped it down. He finished his sip with a sigh, “Mmm...” He took another sip.
“Are you seriously gonna drink all that wine yourself, babe-” Before Formaggio could finish his sentence, Risotto kissed him, forcing their lips together. Formaggio gladly accepted, opening his mouth to receive the wine Risotto was passing to him. It was sweet, not overpowering, but light and fruity and so fucking delicious paired with the caressing of his lover’s tongue piercing against the inside of his mouth. He groaned into the kiss, running his hands through Risotto’s thick silver hair.
They drew apart again, connected by a thin trail of wine-flavoured saliva - which Formaggio savoured the taste of. He licked it up from his chin and seemed so ready for more.
“Holy shit, Riz...” He stopped to catch his breath, picking up the entire bottle of wine for another long swig. Their lips crashed together again, this time with Formaggio taking the lead, almost violently spitting wine down Risotto’s throat with his eagerness. Risotto accepted the roughness with open arms, scooping Formaggio off of the kitchen counter and slamming him against the wall. He bit down on his bottom lip and the taste of blood mixed in with the delicate sweetness of the wine. The cold liquid dribbled down their chins as the kiss got more intense, prompting Formaggio to begin licking the drips of wine off of Risotto’s chiseled jawline, then down his neck to his collarbones exposed by a slightly unbuttoned black shirt. He sucked the wine off of his lover’s skin, eventually leaving light hickeys wherever he went.
Risotto put down Formaggio and unbuttoned his shirt, pouring wine down his chest carefully - being sure to avoid making a large trail that would spill onto the floor. Once he was finished, Formaggio was at it again, sucking all the way down to his navel and back up again, not wanting to miss a drop. He paid special attention to Risotto’s pert nipples, teasing them between his teeth whenever he passed them.
“Formaggio...” Risotto grunted as his boyfriend bit down on his nipple, enjoying the taste of his skin. His other hand snaked up his damp chest to play with his other nipple, groping at his sculpted pecs before settling on pinching and playing with Risotto’s nipple piercing.
“We should...probably go grab some towels...” Formaggio breathed out, breaking away from Risotto’s chest teasingly. Seeming unbothered, Risotto nodded and headed to the bathroom. He knew Formaggio would likely make excuses for him to do it anyway. He was just impressed that Formaggio had actually considered the fact that the owners of their rented house probably wouldn’t want wine, food and cum all over their floor.
While he waited, Formaggio stripped. He knew Risotto wouldn’t want to mess up his Motörhead shirt. He tossed it lazily onto the side of the sofa and laid down, wiggling out of his boxers. The thought of touching himself was tempting while his boyfriend was gone, but he knew Risotto would punish him if he did that, and he’d much rather enjoy whatever he had planned instead. Risotto could spank him until his ass was raw anytime, but it wasn’t often that they had the opportunity to sample food from Risotto’s home to use when they fucked each other silly.
After what felt like hours, no doubt Risotto was dragging it out to tease him, Risotto finally returned to the lounge with the towels. By then, Formaggio had already gotten bored and was sat on the couch with his legs spread and his fingers stretching his asshole out. “Ah yeah, baby...” He murmured into the cushions on the sofa, ass up in the air for Risotto to see, “‘M just gettin’ ready for ya.”
“Not yet.” Risotto answered, albeit slowly. Formaggio knew the way his back was arched and his fingers played with his asshole was driving him crazy, he had that telltale gruffness in his voice. He couldn’t see Risotto due to how he was laying, but he knew he probably had a huge straining boner right then and was trying his best not to tear off his clothes and pounce on him.
Formaggio heard a rustle from the kitchen - something else from the bag. As much as he enjoyed the wine, he was eager to try whatever else Risotto had bought for them to enjoy. Already, he’d pulled out his fingers and laid back down as if nothing had happened, all he could see was Risotto’s muscular back.
He turned around with a jar of honey in his hand, which was completely dwarfed by his massive palm, then he put down a towel on the floor and laid down on top of it. Intrigued, Formaggio walked over to witness his boyfriend pour the honey over his chest, clearly not satisfied with just the wine tasting. His chest glistened with the sugary, shiny substance, as well as the glint of silver from his nipple piercings and the thick chain he was wearing around his neck. He looked delicious, ready to be thoroughly devoured.
“Ok sugar-tits, save some for me.” Formaggio chuckled, leaning over Risotto. Just like before, he traced a line clear down his right pectoral with his tongue, lapping up the thick substance and drawing a long grunt from his lover, “Fuck, almost seems like you’re gonna cream your pants from me sucking your nips...” He flicked his tongue over a honey-covered nipple, suckling it into his mouth. Risotto bit his lip and tried to hold back any quiet noises he could draw from him as Formaggio kept sucking, cleaning it of all the honey before pressing a sticky-sweet kiss to his swollen areola, “Y’know your tits actually taste pretty good-“
“Mmm...” Risotto hummed. He ran a hand through Formaggio’s short, fuzzy hair and forced his head back down to his chest to continue kissing. It seemed he was enjoying it a little too much for his lover’s banter. He flexed his pecs, letting the honey run down into the dip between them and at his sternum. By now, Formaggio was so close he felt Risotto grinding on him from below.
“Jeez. Who’s hungry now.” He commented, his head shoved roughly between Risotto’s pectorals again. He licked up and down until his mouth was sticky, every groan and grunt spurring him on. Risotto’s smooth tawny skin combined with the honey drizzle was heavenly. Formaggio had honey covering his face like he’d just been ejaculated on. By the time he’d cleaned Risotto off, and he could tell Risotto was now leaking through his pants, his erection was prominent.
Formaggio sucked sticky bite marks into his lover’s skin all the way down to his belt line. At this point, Risotto had covered his face with one arm to muffle the pleased noises he was making. “Pretty loud tonight, huh-”
“Touch me, amore.” Risotto growled, gripping into Formaggio’s hair. Something about having his tits played with for so long made Risotto more...feral. He was certainly more desperate for what he wanted. Not that Formaggio minded.
“I’m still hungry though...” He teased back, dipping two fingers into the jar of honey left by where they were laying, “Thought you said you were gonna feed me...unless there’s another treat you want me to take outta your magic bag.” Slipping his fingers into his mouth and sucking on them made Risotto buck up into Formaggio’s hips. He continued to clean off his fingers with a smug look on his face.
“Why don’t you choose something?” There was no doubt Risotto was trying to regain his composure. Something about his nipples being played with got to him, and the previous image of Formaggio stretching his ass out on the sofa mad him hungry for more, “I...also have a treat you may like right here...” He fumbled with his belt buckle with one hand, watching as Formaggio left to pick up their next treat. Despite his initial clumsiness, his deft hands made quick work of his pants and soon he was left bare. “Stop teasing.”
“Is that an order, Capo?” Formaggio asked, taking his time dipping his hand into the bag.
“Nnn...just Risotto tonight.” He responded, wanting to distance himself as much as possible from work for this, “Now hurry up and choose something.”
“‘Kay, Rizzy.” Even without looking at him, Risotto could tell Formaggio was smirking. He knew he secretly liked that dumb cutesy pet name. Tonight was just about letting loose and having fun, there was no-one there to judge them for it. Closing his eyes, he grabbed the next thing from the bag and rushed back to Risotto. “Brought a lil somethin’ to make ya extra sweet.”
He shook the can of squirty cream vigorously, making sure it’d squirt just right, before spraying cream directly into his mouth. Risotto grunted again, frustrated. “What?” Formaggio mumbled, his mouth full. Whipped cream was all over his face. He was definitely getting his revenge for Risotto’s previous teasing. Although he didn’t think he could hold up long with how Risotto’s cock was so flushed it was practically begging for his attention. Fuck it. He was too horny for all this foreplay bullshit.
“A-ah...Formaggio-” Risotto groaned, much to his own embarrassment, once Formaggio finally got to mouthing the sweet whipped cream onto his cock. He sprayed a large amount on his tip, wrapping his lips around it and bobbing his head downwards. Had his mouth not been full, he would have told his boyfriend that he could be as loud as he wanted. This was a break from everything and the capo had no reason to be self-conscious.
The dull ache from taking Risotto’s dick so deep was starting to ease, Formaggio began using his hands on what he couldn’t fit in his mouth. He played with Risotto’s balls with one hand, stroking his shaft with the other while he swallowed and licked whipped cream from the rest of his cock. “Nnngh...” His lover grunted, trying his best not to thrust his hips forward and shove his entire length down Formaggio’s throat. His hand got a shaky grip on the can of whipped cream, thinking of some way he could muffle his moaning. Just as Formaggio had done before, he squirted cream into his mouth and tried to focus on the feeling of Formaggio’s tongue rather than the thought of fucking his throat so deep he couldn’t speak the next day.
The sight alone of the mess they made caused both of the men to moan, vibrations from Formaggio’s voice around his cock sending Risotto spiralling into pleasure, throwing his head back and gripping onto the back of his lover’s head. He felt so warm and wet, and a slight hint of relief from the cooling touch of the cream. “I-I’m-” He could barely speak beyond a hoarse gasp, still affected by the milky white substance left on his tongue. The knot in his stomach became tighter and tighter, squeezing so deliciously while his boyfriend worked him over the edge, “Cazzo...Formaggio...” He moaned, openly, spilling his seed into his lover’s awaiting mouth, “Uhhhnn...”
His cum shot out in thick, warm ropes, filling his boyfriend’s mouth and then spilling over. The warm fluid dripped down Formaggio’s jaw and onto his chest, covering him in semen. Slowly, Formaggio pulled off with a soft ‘popping’ sound and swallowed his lover’s spend with a sigh.
“Ahh...” He then presented his tongue to show Risotto he’d swallowed it all, “You taste so fucking good.” Risotto took a while to recover, catching his breath. With his messy face and glazed over look in his eyes, Formaggio looked like the best dessert there was on offer. An eight course meal. A feast. Never had he thought his boyfriend’s bad eating habits would be so sexy.
“Your turn.” Risotto’s deep voice rumbled after a short period of recovery. Just breathing while Formaggio laid down on his chest. He sat up, rearranging the pair of them so Formaggio was sitting on his naked lap. Underneath him, he felt Risotto’s erection stir again.
“I got a better idea, if ya wanna try.” His sentence was finished with an unflattering and comedic wink.
“M’amore,” Risotto whispered huskily into his lover’s ear, “Tonight is all about trying things.”